.
i'd look in my full length cheval
yep
yourn adorable mitts and theirn
digits
latch'd 'to my pocket
az you
peek about
i'd feel thuh vibrate
uv yourn
giggle
mine
I stood for a while,
naked,
in front of the mirror.
My wife was out with friends
so I could use hers;
the full-length one
she is often reflected in
posing, choosing
just the right outfit for the occasion.
I avoid mirrors these days;
the fifteen minutes looking at myself
while the barber
does his best with my tangle of hair
is a torture.
So here I am
me,
and some stranger staring back at me
discussing which part of me I dislike,
subject
for a poetry contest.
We turn off the light
and agree
there is not enough paper in the world.
I look down as I type these words
and in consolation
say to myself
I have nice fingernails.
Dumb bell to Barbell
Where to start
Creating the shapely body institution
Full length mirror observation
Turning weak muscle into a sensation
Planning in goal, focus, conditioning and transformation
Lift in concentrate
Pain and gain
Muscle tone
No longer weak
Becoming strong to seek
Theory of Nutrition
Eat to feed
Objective in deed
Barrier in passing defeat
Results that come out
Being confident as you move about
Own transformation story
Compliments to except
The journey in knowing you can
Determination to carry on
Achievement with every effort
Act on and still with
Patience throughout
Through the entire workout
Showcase mirror
Feeling proud thereafter
Exercise to transform
You alone
Better you to pursue
It’s all about you.
Long after midnight
in late December
woke one night in total fright
as where I was did not remember
but more importantly
couldn't see
the forest for the trees
and did not recall myself at all
or who exactly was this me
but when I could
it would feel so good
as then I'd be out of the woods
so instead of groping blind
did quite the obvious thing
which then did spring to mind
made my way across the floor
stumbling fumbling 'til I stood
before the full-length mirror
on the wall beside the door
and to behold the sight
with my sore and tired eyes
wisely switched on the light
illuminated lo there was I
in all my glory
I found myself
end of story
Certain U.S. politicians,
In particular, one man,
Make me angry, but at least
I don’t live in Afghanistan.
Women there are banned from schooling
And whenever they’re outside,
They must wear a full-length burqa
So their bodies they can hide.
In a new and worse restriction,
They are not allowed to speak,
For their voices heard in public
Would arouse their leader’s pique.
Under Taliban control, all females
Barely have a life,
With their only purpose being
As a mother or a wife.
Our Election Day is coming,
With a woman on the slate,
Yet for even basic freedoms,
Afghan women have to wait.
I was driving to my grannies country home after the end of a dinner invite with friends in town, about 40 miles away.
There was news of the oddity prior to my first visual contact, that entertained my youthful glassless eyes for the near full length of this drive and that thing be an unobstructed view.
I'm talking about Comet Kohoutek, of 1973. Admittedly, the spectacle looked like a toy when the tail drops a bit then ups a bit.
The comet appeared blunted, like some dream, or like a string on a kite but cut severely short.
On the opposite end, being my left-side drivers window, directly is the moon over the ocean, and the comet more left of my driver's window, heading towards town that I had just left.
The moon fronts my drivers window, the comet in my rear window, wondered with that comet out there--where is everybody?
Ah, that's the answer, it's driving out to the country, with the length of a beach one side, the moon in front, comet rear, and that is why nobody's here.
... and not because it's two in the morning.
A bird on a wire
Taking in the world
Looking around about to fly
Into the beauty of the sky
Ruffling of feathers
Body tensing for take-off
Jumping from the limb
Flapping of the wings
As it soars majestically into the air
Stretching it wings to full length
Sweeping down into the Valley
Hunting for its prey
Screeching through the air
Stretching its claws out
Grab what is his
An afternoon delight
Walt Disney was a cartoonist with dreams, visions, ideas.
interested in animation, he started Laugh-o-Gram studios.
he had a pet mouse there, inspiring Mickey Mouse
steamboat willie was the first cartoon ever produced with sound.
walt and his brother roy created a short of the three little pigs.
this short won disney studio an academy award in 1933.
it took them four years to produce snow white and the seven dwarfs.
many people thought the $1.5 million dollar production cost was ridiculous.
snow white and the seven dwarfs was the first animated feature film.
the first animated full length cartoon created in color.
snow white was the most successful movie of 1938.
in a year she had grossed six and a half million dollars, ingenious!
I wake up at 5:30 most mornings
Before the sun has a chance to rise
Head for the bathroom as fast as I can
To get rid of yesterday's Mai Tai
I let out a great big sigh of relief
As I wipe the gunk from my peepers
Stand in front of a full length mirror
Like Tarzan, in my trap door sleepers
I sure am ruggedly handsome, methinks
Could even grace the cover of GQ
That's if they publish a special edition
For overweight, balding yahoos
Maybe I'm being too hard on myself
I've still got a surprise up my sleeve
Like running a mile in two hours flat
Great feat for old guys to achieve
Here's the crux of the matter my friends
It's something I sadly must share
Try all your life to take care of yourself
You'll still wind up old with no hair
Flex
Body Perfection
Define
Pain into gain
Train
Workout Principles
Strategies
Posing mobility
Nutrition
Genuine results
Full length mirrors
No distractions
No short cuts
Intensity bound
Muscle rise into extension
Stage presentation
Competition representation
Bodybuilding in full galore
A Bodybuilder who trains is confident and sure
Mockery Ignore
Mind Control
Destiny for a Bodybuilding Contest win
Awards
Trophy
I smoke a blunt
barricaded from the harsh sunlight
by a striped canopy.
You're taking a shower,
I daydream of full-length mirrors,
and soapy brown skin.
The post card in my hand
depicts the Roman Colosseum.
Gladiators are still hopelessly fighting time.
It's 1985
the world, as usual,
spins on like a tossed coin.
Make love while you can.
Find the lady in the shower,
wherever she is,
don't just sit there!
I can’t play on my phone anymore.
Because the screen hurts like a laser in my eyes.
I can’t watch TV anymore.
Or read.
Or think.
But I’m not bored.
My mom is confused.
She doesn’t understand.
Why I’m so petulant.
Refusing to sleep.
Because I might wake up with no limbs.
This bed,
It hurts,
Like someone is scratching my back.
But if I stand, I get dizzy.
From lack of food and sleep.
So it’s better to lie still.
Even if I can’t relax.
It’s better to speak softly,
Instead of scream.
So my mom won’t worry.
But she might be already worried.
Or angry because I’m being weird.
Or angry because I’m being needy.
So I must lie in bed and feel the glare of my full length mirror.
So I must lie in bed,
As if I’m sick.
As if I am shaking, and shivering, and pale.
And maybe I am.
"Let's get a tickle on!" Sounds from his lips.
He mischievously wiggles those fingertips.
"Her tickle-flex has been found!"
Now she's rolling on the ground.
She tucks her knees up to her chest
To resist him at her best.
Her laughter takes away her strength.
He straightens her to her full length.
Shoulders, ribs, ankles, knees
He won't stop til he hears her pleas!
He chuckles. He rises. He takes her hand
And pulls her up to help her stand.
He turns and starts to walk away.
She tugs him back without delay.
She grips his calves and starts her tease
With rhythmic rubs and the odd squeeze.
He can't escape flat on his face.
His untamed laughter fills their space.
Now he's the one who roars and begs
For the freedom of his legs.
She stops. They exhale a restful sigh,
Smiling, facing eye to eye.
"Let's get a tickle on!" She mocks in jest.
"Just wait til next time little pest."
Chocolate Cosmos is said to be a flower unique,
My bone might be white, and my blood might be red like others,
My uniqueness, like the pole star, is always at its peak,
I set up my goals; I safeguard my needs on my druthers,
Out-of-the-box thinking, truthfully yet, is my hobby,
Love and truth, like flesh and blood, are my stamina and strength;
I allow my words, deeds, and actions straight, without knobby,
Equilibrium of physique and psyche goes full length...!
I have God-given knowledge, skills, attitudes, and beliefs,
Tolerance is my blood; veins are the world's differences;
I feel joy, like a friend, in erasing other's griefs,
With bridges of love, I lessen fraternal distances...!
Standing out from the crowd with my true self, I grow higher,
Sense of contentment, with the fullness of life, I acquire...!!!
Dick was watching a drug addict
And dared to his next act predict;
Dick's bet: Addict would rich smiles beam
To show off teeth that like gold gleam.
But this the Zonked Guy did not do.
"Please, can't I meet lions in Zoo?
For so much I've heard of their strength
But can mine stretch to a full length!"
Just plain! there should be an edict:
Do not drug fighters contradict.
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