Long Biceps Poems

Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely...

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THIS IS A FICTIONAL WRITE THAT EXPLORES THE QUESTION OF WHAT LOVE IS. IT DOES SO IN A DRAMATIC WAY, AFTER ALL THAT IS MY DNA. IT ALSO TAKES A UNIQUE AND CONTROVERSIAL APPROACH TO...

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THE LAST THOUGHTS OF A FALLEN CHAMPION

This one time I know I was  caught below the belt
No doubt I got it wrong and I'm far from my best
My last chilling and coin now I've...

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It remains my tightly held Health and WellBeing intention,
for the good of me,
yes,
but for everyone, eventually,
to continue to Win now,
although I realize this requires further Loss of and by Others
who may justifiably feel Earth's survival...

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Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII

Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali.
The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral waves dashing on the beaches of their consciousness.
The only unlicensed...

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among the countless thugs
   that teased and taunted myself as a boy
who exhibited blatant characteristics
   of being painfully shy and coy
attempting to remain like a statue as a decoy
which tactic nada...

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Ask my parents. They’ll tell you, my favorite phrase, growing up was, “I can do it all by myself.” One day, I sat, spinning the top of my Flintstones vitamin bottle, wondering, how many spins...

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.
Palpable 
fear lurks
a mystery
in the Air
a certain 
eerie feel
suspects
an killers
can come
anywhere
The strike
is invisible 
no tools or
weapon no
no trace no
fngerprints 
It’s in thin air
creeps ..
shudder... horror
Now everyone wears masks
All are Suspects All are Culpable
Three new cases...

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After the storm, my brother
(all gangly knees and elbows)
bore the brunt of its ferocious aftermath.

Every day after school
I watched his wiry biceps bulge a little
as his handsaw scritched against the tree
which had fallen diagonally across...

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I used to like barbells, enjoyed pumping iron,
   my Nautilus* gym was one happy environ.
Those posters of 6-packs and marbled biceps
   inspired me to start counting carbs, pounds, and reps.

My trainer...

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In this world of realization the bodybuilder acknowledges that he was in a past life 
and is now a warrior god. She the bodybuilder was and is a warrior goddess. Their body 
crave the inner...

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I miss the old time monster movies where the insects ruled the day,
Where disaster resulted from a mishap with a disintegrator ray.

Unleashing the wrath of nature by causing the insects to expand,
Proving to us once...

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to be a single woman in
america & aging to boot,
one must have breasts that sing to
the air (that never fall, that never
sag, that never do anything but
what the magazines show on
their covers).

to be a single...

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Patrolling the jungle, testosterone surging, muscles finely tuned 
      He stumbles upon Jane swimming naked, in an open lagoon 
        This handsome stallion...

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Anchored stricken;
Home grow religion;
Borrowed freedoms;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms;

Spiritual warfare Merited Men heaven stormers 
Legalistic?

Arithmetic context;
Virtual biceps, malicious cell texts;
Borrowed freedoms, stolen hearts;
Who? Said they had the keys to the kingdoms,...

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#This is  only a fictional limerink#
Connie "went" behind my advancing Back
 She went out with the girls and a little midnight snack
I found a gentleman's address,barely tucked away
My only surmise is that it was...

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Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone,
Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone.

No matter far nor long I run, no matter time, not record,
Confidence degenerates in ton, and waste...

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For seven months now, this exercise
class at 8 a.m. Forty minutes. Tedious –
one small rip across the smooth fiber
of morning. I don’t want to be skinny,
just full of energy and run. No stress –
ready to...

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As I flicker speedily through the channels on my TV screen,
I pause because a man now lifts and anvil twice my weight above his head,
Which begs the question:
What is strength? And who put Webster in...

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Aranmo laso Iseyin ni ohunso
Aso ti aro olowo faramo olowo

Iseyin
of harried hills and skyscaping rocks
of humming hurricane and haughty harmattan
of succulent virgins and tasty lasses
of fearless fighters and valiant warriors
whose pock-marked faces tell tales of
changing...

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When you told me
You don’t date “big girls”
Several things started
To run through my head
What to you made a girl “big?”
Was it her height?
Did she make you feel small,
Whenever she stood next to you?
Or you know...

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IN OUR AVENUE
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Pock marked

Bert was cooking in a bucket,
Knew his hide at any rate
Pock marks on his thighs an biceps,
Shot that day by a sniper, mate,

Sniper chopped by Aussie Bren gun,
Fell from palm in many pieces,
Driven back...

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Eruption,

This haunting
Terrorizing emotion
This cord
This ethereal torment
Claws scraping
Twisted biceps lurch my vessel forward
Tattered feet scraping hardened earth
An Emotional void
Refusing to bring this convulsing shell
This once dormant child
To his desire,

And this taught life line would draw on
Till...

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Measure men not in meters,
Yet in volume of ventricle, you’ll find,
Compassion therein, one’s true capacity,
Of magnitude meaning, undefined,

How little broad shoulders do matter,
To bolster an orphan through rem,
Nor biceps do shelter maternal sadness,
As she leaves...

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