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By Phan Tan Hai
Sometimes I finish a few lines of poetry,
you read them, hesitate,
look at me with pity,
and say my poems are a bit melodramatic.
What can I do—I confess:
please let me write as naturally as this.
These are hurried words,
written in haste so my heart won’t stop
each time I finish translating another sad news report.
If anything in my poems is beautiful for this world,
I would be mistaken for an angel—
I would be hanged in the streets of Iran,
shot on a corner in Minnesota,
buried under bombs in Gaza,
pushed into minefields on the border of Ukraine.
What can I do—my writing is a bit melodramatic,
because the words must cover the tears
I shed each day after translating the news.
I cry in the room where I sit alone,
with a laptop, a few bookshelves,
and an exercise bike.
Suddenly you push the door open.
You say the peach tree next door has blossomed.
You say the red flowers are beautiful, welcoming spring.
You ask why I’m crying over the keyboard.
You say we’re not in a Korean drama.
You say my poems smell like incense.
You say my poems sound like temple wooden bells.
You say spring is coming—why am I crying.
What can I do—my writing is a bit melodramatic.
In the news I translate, too many people die,
and they have no time to speak,
and they have no time to write,
and their hearts have no time
to beat one last time.
— California, January 28, 2026
The supposedly ideal woman's measurements
Used to be 36-32-36
That's no longer reality which the fashion industry
It's finally starting to acknowledge
We're seeing ads with slightly heavier models
Because a recent study showed
That 63% of North Americans are overweight
I'm definitely within that majority
Although I'm doing something about it
Have been riding my exercise bike
For 20 minutes every day for the past 2 years
One of my meals, either lunch or dinner is a salad
However as we age, the difficulty of losing weight
Becomes much more difficult to achieve
For a lot of us, the famous yo-yo dieting comes into play
Without strong perseverance, one must be dedicated
But it also must be a whole new life style change
And must include a steady exercise routine
It doesn't have to resemble an Olympic training program
As long as you're active in some manner or other
And of course, eating properly
No one ever said dieting would be easy
But the benefits far outweigh the dedicated effort
So get with the program people... it's all up to you!
I can no longer touch my toes
Or stop an unexpected runny nose,
It has become an issue
To find a handkerchief or tissue.
My loo has moved
I am not sure
It seems farther away than it was before
I often have to try to run
Before I realised what I'd done.
I now have a shower chair
Where I bathe and wash my hair
I mutter to myself all-day
I hope nobody can hear the things I say.
My grey matter is fading fast,
I wonder how long it will last
My social life is up the creek
As I am at the Doctors every week.
A specialist sent me to the gym
To strengthen my muscles
To help improve the state I'm in
You would laugh if you could see
The aerobic ancient Old Duck me.
I now row a machine
That's never been
Near water
I walk on a treadmill
Although I falter.
The weights I can't lift very high
Perhaps next session,
I'll have a better try,
I love the exercise bike.
I can travel anywhere
I like.
Even though I don't move
My imagination improves
As I cycle down the country lane
I feel like a girl again.
My Bike exercise Ride
I have a bike , that stand still
No matter how much I peddle
But when Im riding this bike ,
I'm off in a dream a yonder
Im off to all the places
That I would love to go
I ride my bike to the sea
And all the way home
I go up in the mountains
And the cloud is down below
the sun shines all the time
And there's snow all around
I love to ride my bike
It takes me to my dreams
I so enjoy my morning ride
In among the trees
All the tracks around the wood
And though the tall bracken
The birds sing amongst the trees
And the woodpecker keeps knocking
And on a new dawn when I'm wide awake
I can cycle to the lakes
There's Rhododendrons all in bloom
A bright purple shower
the water ripples in the breeze
And hovering just above
Is the most beautiful dragon fly
It's blue and green and silver
And flying over the Lillie pads
Are tiny knatts all hovering
And all the lilies are out in bloom
A wonderful pink splender
I can go off into town
In all the hustle and bustle
And stop and talk to any one
And talk about the weather
The market stalls are so busy
Selling there fruit and veg
There's lots of bargains you can buy
My dream just carries on
And As I peddle off again ,
I'm think we're to go,
I can go any where
My dreams would like to go
And even though I'm standing still
You only have to close your eyes
And dream of all the places
Your exercise bike might ride
Susan Gage.
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Supposedly the ideal woman's measurements
Used to be 36-32-36
That's no longer reality which the fashion industry
Is finally starting to acknowledge
We're starting to see ads with a little heavier models
Because a recent study showed
That 63% of Americans are overweight
I'm definitely within that majority
Although I'm doing something about it
Have been riding my exercise bike
For 20 minutes every day for the past 2 years
One of my meals, either lunch or dinner is a salad
However as we age, the difficulty of losing weight
Becomes much more difficult to achieve
For a lot of us the famous yo-yo dieting comes into play
Without strong perseverance one must be dedicated
To the cause but it also must be a whole new life style change
And must include a steady exercise routine
It doesn't have to resemble an Olympic training program
As long you're active in some manner or other
And of course eating properly
No one ever said dieting would be easy
But the benefits far outweigh the effort
So get with the program people... it's all up to you!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The pounds are just melting away
You might think I'd be a bit concerned
Well actaully I'm on a mission
To lose 30 pounds before the snow flies
There's no particular reason why
I set that particular number as my goal
It just seems within my reach
Given my age and life style
One thing I've always had is “sticktoitness”
But when I get on a mission, I tend to over indulge
Up to now it hasn't caused me any great problems
I must remember I'm not a young chicken anymore
But as the old saying goes, “use it or lose it!”
And this guy's not ready to cash in my chips just yet!
Started out riding my exercise bike
Once a day for 20 minutes
Recently I've upped it to twice a day
Totalling 40 minutes and am even thinking
Of making it three times a day if I can
I told you I'm on a mission!
Wish me luck my friends... I once heard it said
“No one ever died from TOO much exercise!”
Sure hope that's right... wish me luck!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Standing in the corner of my room is a
sturdy piece of metal, a tool that can
transform,
Finally, the pedals, seat and display are
all ready to test my form,
The wheels spin like the thoughts in
my mind, swirling round and round,
The World outside rushes by, whereas
I am in pain and housebound.
I see possibilities of much to gain with
this bike, especially as the rotation of
the wheels feels so smooth and easy,
While riding through the countryside via
the video on my iPad, I suddenly felt
queasy,
I had to stop, not giving up mind, just
ending the session,
I felt disappointed as it was my first try,
but somehow, I caused my leg a bit of
tension.
After a short rest, I fuelled my
determination to give it my best,
Day or night, I was on my bike, feeling
the rhythm of my heart thumping in
my chest.
I pushed myself through the pain,
sweating to build strength and stamina,
Aches and stresses were noticeably
easing, and it felt very satisfying indeed.
So here’s to my exercise bike, not only
a tool but a good friend helping me to
mend,
With zest, I will keep on riding to stay
active and to prevent myself from going
round the bend.
There it was at the door
the package ordered from the store.
I dragged it in and tore it open
the answer to my dreams once only hoping.
Piece by piece I took each out
assembly needed the ad failed to tout.
Determined and self assured
the instructions I procured.
Twenty, thirty minutes of time
and then i'd be set just fine.
Taped they were, each and every piece
and the packaging reluctant for release.
An hour plus later with anticipation
I still read the directions with hesitation.
One part appeared to be missing
calm I remained still persisting.
Mechanically challenged I suddenly felt
while upon the picture I still dwelt.
Success at last, two hours in
as I sat to admire my win.
There it stood, assembled in place
and I too tired to enter any race.
Perhaps tomorrow i said to myself
tossing clothes upon the bars like a shelf.
Frustrated.
Slowed down.
Cramped.
Angry.
Rehab was slow going.
One tiny mistake.
And she could not walk.
For two months now.
So angry at self and leg.
One bad fall.
Bruised bone.
Torn meniscus.
Torn ACL.
Frustration level high.
Exercises were boring.
Bicycle hard at first.
A bit easier later,
but boring.
Mark, the physical therapist
begged her to try without the
walker.
She refused.
Fear factor high.
Did not want to
risk another fall.
Mark went on vacation.
Two small women therapists
tried to talk her into giving
up her crutches.
She saw them three times
a week, still refused.
Fear was enormous at
this point. She pictured
them kicking the crutches
out from under her,
so went back to the
walker.
Mark came back,
said, "let me see
you walk." She
did, with walker.
He told her she did
not need it.
She held on
stubbornly for
next 5 visits.
On a Friday he
said, "You are
not even using
the walker,
you need to
walk from here
to that counter."
It was about
15 feet.
She shook her
head "no".
"What is keeping
you back?" he asked her.
"FEAR," she said. "I'm afraid
of falling again."
"I'm six foot six," he said, "I won't
let you fall."
Ten minutes later the entire
place was shouting and
cheering as she walked
for the first time in two
months without a
crutch or a walker.
Everyone had been
watching. The usual
suspects except
Janice.
Janice was usually
on the exercise bike with
her. When Janice came
to the door, she ran
to the door and said,
"Guess what? I can walk."
"You cannot!" Janice
said. So she proved that
she could and they all cheered
again.
The other day was a wonderful day…(I find this is something I often say)
as I woke excited to discover I got to live and breathe another day.
Before I sat down at the computer to put some of my thought into words.
I hung the feeders on the porch and prepared to welcome in the birds.
I rode Deborah’s exercise bike (also on the porch) keeping a watchful eye
on the mountains slowing illuminated by the sun, and the white clouds floating by.
It had rained the last few evenings…so with the sun now brightening up the day
we walked up roads surrounded by forest…hunting mushrooms along the way.
Our daughter, Ali, texted to wish us a happy anniversary…we smiled at the thought…
because we realized Ali was correct…and our anniversary we both forgot.
So to celebrate our 37 years together…our plans we decided to revise.
We went out for one of our favorite lunches…tuna melts and fries.
On the way back to the cabin…we decided to buy a little cake with a colorful decoration,
We ate it on the porch continuing our anniversary celebration.
We drove to the top of Waterrock Knob
a drive we’ve been making since we celebrated year one…
there we sat on the top of a mountain and watched the setting sun.
When we returned to the cabin…
as night embraced the mountain and darkness blanketed our eyes
it was time to take the feeders in then say goodnight to the birds and fireflies.
I was smiling when my head hit the pillow…
knowing the next morning when I wake I’m likely to say…
with that smile still on my face…how yesterday was a wonderful day.
The next morning I hung the bird feeders on the porch…
rode the exercise bike, across the mountains watched the white clouds drift away
and as I listened to a symphony of birds…I wondered
what will happen to make it make a wonderful day
Because even though that day was not our anniversary
after years together….I knew
the surprises that come our way…the mysteries that await us
would make that day…a day full of wonder too.