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I always thought that exercise
Meant pumping up your heart,
Which every sport, to some extent,
Does right off, from the start.
In classes I took years ago,
Aerobics was the theme.
We marched and jumped and stepped,
The workout every heart-pump’s dream.
Yet other types of working out
Have always had their place,
Though never offering a skill
I thought I could embrace.
Until I tried a stretching class
Without a single jump,
Just using weights and movement
With my heart a steady pump.
And man, I was exhausted!
Which to me was a surprise
And allowed me to see exercise
Through very different eyes.
"Do what you have to do the lame police officer
Uttered to the abusive man standing beside me
"Speak to your JP she said to the man who has abused me. I still cannot get over the shock of the abusive man
Standing with axe, you come here to use me
And do everything to confuse me, you twist my body
In the gate and try to break my hands before the heartless crowd but heavens stood by at the cry of mercy , no one came to rescue me, instead they stand and stare visciously at me as if they too were going to attack and murder me.They leaned on the wall and looked as if they were going to start a brawl.It started
Early in tbe morning when I sat quietly inside meditating
And the devil was outside shaking, he leaped at me with a angry swing, with angry eyes jumping out of the socket
I could see hate moving around and his expressions
Jumping on his face like a clown.He shouted at me with the Devils spin and I tried desperatly to get away from him but he slammed my body in the iron gate
And sware to chop off my head when he come again
Abusive men give birth to abusive children
And those children become a nusiance in the city
Men with nasty mouth ,men that is cursing out loud
Men with tainted faces growling like elephant underneath their breath while their faith hangs in the balance
and they canot agree with anyone
There is a big network around the town,
and I dont know where they are grounded;
politicians pulling strings
And police men doing aerobics in thr gym
Dancing to the tune of their thiughtless rythm
My heart is playing a sad tune while my spirit dances
Around the moon, it makes my spirit break and cause my mind to shake and in the middle of it all I still stand tall holding my head high.
Here I am in the night wondering where I am going to spend the next moon, I have been waiting for many days for this mystry to break
To want to leave the city without delay
But the more I plead the more they make me absorb my own misery
No tears is left in my eyes and no tear is left to dry.
And the man that is walking around with his sin
Will cause the whole world to grin.
The night is standing like giant above me and the moon is dancing around me.
The music is playing and and the flawless donkey is braying ,
And here I am still waiting for you at the big gate.
Her hormones fled the coop on scalding tires.
Motel maids were her sisters, bars her occupation,
a place to work on the aerobics of hope.
He was a hazard in her side-view mirror,
a pileup that followed her home.
Hitched to a double-wide,
they took the long slide in a downhill race.
Both rode their desires in a raw rodeo.
He anointing her with his pity-me seed,
she dispensing self-hate in Dixie cups.
The litter of their love
was dumped on friends and cops.
A shared habit for synthetic stimulants
ensured court dates and warrants.
Naturally, they pointed fingers,
gambled on a better hand tomorrow.
Authentic feelings waned,
emotions were stored in freezer bags,
kept on ice. They were no longer nice
to each other, nor did they try,
love blinked out in dulling eyes.
They still made house together,
but the magic had left for the circus,
for months they clawed their way out
of a bad country song,
until the band broke up.
Well I'm a bit agoraphobic so I stay at home for my aerobics but it's not good for my dome to play alone in a silence cone so I faced my fear but that outpaced my cheer since I also chased my fear of flying which induced my fear of dying, so my aerophobia produced my necrophobia and in rolled the storm which truth be told isn't out of norm but in regular form here I am seeing strobic lightning while I'm fleeing in astraphobic frenzy frightening so much so I hid inside a cupboard and cried until my eyes were blurred but then a thought occurred that's not absurd but I began to feel microbic since I am real claustrophobic so back outside toward the trees but dendrophobia brought me to my knees so eyes squeeze shut, to ease my queasy gut and I stand uneasy only to fall to my butt and manage to fall into a hole so not only am I trypophobic but in there with me is a roe buck brought up my elafiphobia and I snuck out but he fought out and caught up in the muck and folks, he was a big one so as he reared up guess what flared up, major megalophobia spell and I beg ya, you have no idea, hell, the worst of it all was this curse not so small, not even racing, buck chasing, out of control, falling in holes, making blunders during thunder, wish I could shrink down to a mouse and be back in my little house as the worst of the worst, bubble burst, first on this wicked list of these hard to say, wish they'd go away, overdrawn, ridiculously LONG named phobias, is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, iconically ironic cruel kind of jewel, fit for this hypochondriac fool.
Learned to drive in 1980; it became a must.
The car I bought soon broke down; “Another One Bites the Dust!”
With two kids by ‘81 - plus work. My tired bones!
“Start Me Up” kept being sung by the Rolling Stones.
“Hungry Like the Wolf” was I; what future would be mine?
Prince knew back in ‘82 how great was ‘99!
Culture Club and Cyndi Lauper put me in the groove
when to a house in ‘83 we then made a move.
Michael and Madonna in the next year were the rage.
But a baby blue Camaro in my life took center stage!
“Walk Like an Egyptian” sang the Bangles. We did more!
In ‘85 we headed west to California’s shore.
Pre-86 we’d always been “Livin’ On a Prayer.”
But once in the Bay Area, much better we would fare!
In ‘87, boating with my kids and spouse was cool!
I saw George Michael’s concert, and our complex had a pool.
Teaching dance aerobics, having all the fun I could.
For my family, ‘88 was “Straight Up” crazy good!
89’s big earthquake hit; my husband’s work was done.
“Free Fallin’” we then headed home. Farwell to West Coast sun!
November 8, 2018 for
Michelle Faulkner's 'Remembering the 1980's' Poetry Contest
(I loved the music of that time and tried to represent a bit of it in each couplet)
Politics, aerobics, arithmetic;
All of this commuted reconvicts;
Genocide, homicides, what's in it for all you guys;
Run and hide, ,, alibi
Just confided, must be nine
No it is, it's mine
Denomination must be graven;
Religion religious programming;
Regional back firing;
All of this I desire;
Comfort right, can you give me time;
Lord, I've had it up the here;
I've been empty, want to be filled;
So go on. . .
You filled me up;
you brought me out;
you placed your love in me;
you filled me up
and placed your saving grace inside of me;
Unemployed, no unions;
Mothers fighting daughters over their delusions;
Father's no longer here;
Sons no longer fear;
Where is the rest;
The rest is in
Where is the best
The best is here;
Standing on the streets at night so out of sight;
Grown up too soon can't rely on anyone, anything, anyway what's right?
I'm running out of steam grown up to soon;
Still don't believe man went to the moon;
All of this I desire, Lord;
Comfort ride can you give me time;
I'm on the line bout' to fall;
come fill me up again, Lord. . .
so go on
and fill me up
and bring me out
and place your love in me
continue to fill me up
and place your grace in me
written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2012
from anthology "There's Praise In song" (c)2012
Sept 25 2012
M y heart is joyfully raised to Thee, Oh Lord I implore
Y our loving guidance and grace for what’s in my heart’s core
T his year, I promise to renew my vow to Thee
W hatever I do, I’ll always do my best in Your glory
E arnestly, I’ll perform all my duties at work
N ever leave my side, Lord--grant me strength and good health
T o be patient at all times in my journey with many children
Y our image and great love be seen in me and in my talents
T his year, I’ll give more time to take care of myself
W atch the foods I eat, drinks and take time to rest
E very weekend, I’ll go for massage, join recreations
N ever give up my exercises like aerobics or sports
T ake time to swim at nearby swimming pools
Y es! I’ll also do gardening. That’s fun and cool!
T his year, I want deeper spiritual encounter with God
H ave lots of time for prayers and singing hymns-- I’ll be glad
R enew my baptism through recollections and consecration
E mpower my spiritual life through constant adoration
E nrich discipleship through charity, spread God’s words.
R emind myself always that I’m not getting any younger
E stablish better time management to accomplish faster
S ave list of events, take notes and reminders
O ptimism should always be carried on my shoulders
L earn to control my expenses, save for my future
U rgent needs and charity are priorities and no more
T each my children how to recycle, reuse and reduce
I nstill in their mind, the value of saving earth, not abuse
O ne of my educator’s program this year is a mission
N ew campaign of saving Mother Earth for next generations
S o help me God that I’ll abide in all my New Year’s resolutions.
Dec. 31,2022 9.39am
Resolutions for 2023
Contest Judged: 1/5/2023 12:09:00 AM
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Place 3 (up to 5 multi-w)
My warmest greetings of a Healthy, Happy and Prosperous New Year 2023 to all! God bless!
Thoughts which spark reaction
Induce an odd phenomena
Thrusted lung eruption
Humour honourer
Anomaly in everyday observation
Light hearted pleasure centre
Imput turned exclamation
Content connector
Brain's fondle with mouth colliding
Induces shoulder jump aerobics
Family repertoire tidings
Relaxed diagnostic
May laughter be thy frequented medicine
Imbibed each time tickled urge arrives
Flowing dosage free to everyone
Vital juice of elated lives
27th August 2020
Written for: Living It Up For Laughter
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
The Chopper Cyclone
Oh Wild Wind! Why so rude?
Oh Dear God! Why no mercy?
Waited for rains; what we got is rage
Nursed hopes; only horror remains
December last, unbridled floods,
December this year, the Wild Wind
Gory events; misfortune manifested
With none to stop; our life is on hold
Oh Wild Wind! Why the dance of death?
Felling thousands of trees, we loved
All cables and power lines snapping to halt
Through howling cries; all passed away en-mass
A moment of mayhem, wrought havoc untold
The tall trees all, massacred, maimed
The wild aerobics; snuffing out the breathe,
Mauled and mangled the city is left mourning
Those that escaped wrath, some flora exist
Battered and bruised, broken and bent,
Twisted and tampered; crippled they lie
Centuries old, veterans, in ruins, they cry
Revival; may take a hundred years,
Alas, many of us will be gone by then,
Our companions, all through they were,
On a mad noon act; all vanished to nowhere
Ten thousand trees lost; is the count we have
As the city lies barren without, the green it wore
Family of trees lay victims; in parks and on pavements
While every road and compound added to the lore
Yes we waited for our reservoirs to fill
For flora, fauna and fields to survive
In turn; only received tears in our eyes
Only numbness remains, all hearts bleed
Last year water; this year the storm
Call it what you like; but curse is same
All elements that we presumed were allies
Turned a foe; that tale, God alone can tell
In a moment of madness; hate let loose
The ghost wind, showed rage unending
The fierce storm, hell bound it stood
Decimated everything in its path
Relenting only after revenge; extracted
As everyone around was in sheer disbelief
Dazed and shattered and shocked were we
Too numbed to think and too dumb to act
Yet the calamity will soon be forgotten;
As History’s bosom has many such stories
But both the scars will remain for decades,
The World has its dark side too!
(A repost from 2019)
My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame..
Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now she's lifted from bed like a rag doll.
She is my mom, well, a near twin—only smaller, funnier, serpent sly, more heavenly childish, sapient with sweet attractive grace and modest pride.
I am in total awe of her. We're kindred spirits, two sillies among the dull and endlessly serious.
I feel her, see her, day by day, slipping away like the hastening angel of heaven foretold.
This is too big for me, too awful and too close.
I am struck helpless, nothing moves, I sit, hardly feeling, and watch her sleep. Death's cruel process suddenly made visible.
I silently rage at the loss of it—my loudest vehemence pointed to this ravenous, lurking enemy pursuing her inwardly like a swarm of deadly hornets accidentally composed.
40 and still stunningly beautiful, she lies surrounded by computers, iPads, phones, faxes, intercoms, notepads, friends and care-givers. Her life reduced to escaping pain and making arrangements for her soon to be orphaned children 4 and 6.
Fentanyl and other pain blockers are her nourishment and seem to work better in the daylight as lawyers garner powers of attorney, bankers conjure trusts and estate planners build foundations to protect small children from a mothers loss.
As if they could replace a single hug
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Songs for this (gospel):
Order My Steps by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Angel by Sarah McLachlan
Jesus Loves Me by Whitney Houston