Long Muscles Poems

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When I Feel You

When i feel you
            under my body my pupils dilate
            my arteries conscrit...
            You make me rise temperature.
            my heart skips a beat and races...
            My blood pressure skyrocket.
            You take my breath,
            my respiration becomes
            shallow and rapid.
            You impulsate my brain,
            put fire and burns me in
            electrical vibes....
            Secretions spit out
            and i have no control
            of my glands...
            You cause me spasms
            pressing my muscles,
            tensing my body that
           i feel i could lift tremendous
           weights...
           I feel violent, ugly, messy...
           But as a miracle all in
           love way...
           I am grateful for all
           incredible feeling i
           carry inside when with you... !


Master of Camouflage

In the forest, one I saw
Groping down a tree limb
Trembling like an old man
Dressed in a patchwork robe of
Green, gray, yellow and brown

Its colours were like the bark and leaves of the tree
At a glance, it could have been a cluster of
Yellow, brown and green leaves shaking in the wind
With a slow and deliberate gait
Changing colour at will to match the surrounding

The body gives the appearance of being rather compressed
With a pointed ridge along its back
Large eyeball, fused eyelids
Having only a small opening
Through which it looks for its preys

Shooting out its tongue several inches
Picking off insects with great skills
Lying horizontally in the back of its mouth,
A cone-shaped bone; the point forward

At its base, the long hollow tongue is anchored
Long muscles held the tongue
Pleated with accordion bellows
Compressed around the bone

Turning individually, its turret eyes
Within the range, an insect it spots
Powerfully, the long muscle contracts
And held the tongue over the bone
Like a compressed spring
The tip of the slippery bone tightens
And the tongue shoots out

Stuck on the gluey tip, the insect
Its long, limp tongue, slowly drawn in
Like a baby eating noodles
To see it again, a joy to the sight
This great chameleon!

Premium Member In a Land Far Away

On an easy breezy day in a land far away, it came to pass
that a polar bear mother gave birth to a roly-poly ball of fur,
in a den dug deep into a bank of snow and earth.
No doubt, the cub wanted to go out to play in the sunlight,
but the freezing Arctic winds made it spend its days
curled up with mom, warming up next to her fur.

But before long, it was strong enough to tag along
with mom and explore the great outdoors. 
And when the time came,
it was eager to scout out its frozen domain.
The glaring sunlight off the white snow hurt its eyes,
so, it had to take it nice and slow, hiding in a nook,
watching mom kill a seal and drag it back to the den.

One day snowflakes started falling from the sky,
it didn't know why, nor did it care.
However, the cold water was beckoning it to jump in,
for it instinctively knew how to swim.
It wasn't long before it paddled out to the ice flows,
its heart, beating at a steady pace.
And there it learned to hunt seals 
with muscles of steel, sleek and trim.

In this land far away, polar bears are no more,
they're either in zoos to be bred,
or dead onshore. 
The ice flows melted, and with no place to hunt
they disappeared without warning one morning.


(Free Verse)


8/16/2018

Reading Faces

You can't read a mind, but you can read a face
Just watch over time to see emotions that race
Expressions revealing rejection or jeers.
Enough to chill anyone, confirm paranoid fears.

There's the expression "We will crush you"
And "You just don't get it, but we hate you."
A face that can't hide a nasty plan
What can I do? I'm just one man.

There's the face that says I'm a cloying fool
Then there's tones I never heard in school
There's the tone of dripping contempt
How do I deflect that, even make an attempt?

There's the face rehearsing how he'll beat me to a pulp
I look at it and let out a nervous gulp.
Skeptics say I expect to see, then I fill in
But if half is true, my future is grim.

The are the words too, that sometimes come along
But the interesting aspect is the rest of the song
Maybe it's the brain controlling muscles, controlling eyes
That makes the inner feeling break through the disguise.

This preceded talking, in our evolutionary past
Another way of knowing, that some dismiss too fast.
You can know much about a man, just by the way he laughs
Know with who to hunt the wildebeest, with who to forge your path.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Awestruck

.    Reef                                                        Trip
.     plans                                                    made
.       flight                                                 delayed
.     carpark                                             cluttered
.            boat                                          rocking
.          seasick                                     pills
.            wetsuit                                  too tight
.             weights                               buckled
.                   mask                           fogging
.                  snorkel                       tested
.                  dive-fins                   fitted
.                   splash in                backwards 
.                         current            tugging
.                          breaths       struggling
.                        duck dive    descending
.                            AWESTRUCK
.                        heartbeat    paused
.                            corals       blooming
.                   anemones           swaying
.                  parrotfish               grazing
.                     turtles                   gliding
.             sunbeams                       streaming
.               bubbles                           laughing
.             escapes                              from nose
.           muscles                                  straining
.            out of                                       breath
.        surface                                          beckons
. ascending                                              gleefully
.   dreams                                                   fulfilled
.      Self                                                       Now Forgotten
Form: Lyric


Clams On Parade

Clams on parade go salty down

Slip into comas oceans

Before the waves come in as awkward

Shells crash on rocks awakening

Before the dawn they are alarmed


Drink in the moments fathomed

Investigate the currents of their ways

Those familiar with sand will understand

Clams stand erect at greater depths

Too deep to measure as they contemplate

Restraints imposed on them by muscles


Clamped mouths roll out tongues that fade

Closed tightly in smiles of tidal wonder

Clams hold on with one foot dangling

Granite works that way

Anchored to reality

Shell shock is all they’ve got


Must we wait for oyster logic?

Pressure sets in when air’s depleted

Mud is soft to the touch beneath

And cloudy when under tons of seas


Gathering objects in the dark

Can make it easy to forget

Oxygen is needed to catch your breath


Stationed on terrains already under way

Hard gray armies hang in unison

Oblivious to sights above the waves

Obviously sounds are drowned or muffled


Above, birds come to pry clams free

Not to set them free but crack them open

Interested only in sustenance for the day

To loose them from the rocks

To drop them from on high and call it lunch


The ocean waves goodbye in deep reflection

As the sound of salty friends go down

Seas become deep in thought

But not deep enough for clams protection

Life of a Proletarian

Beneath the green dense jungle, he stands pall,
The heated rays touching him seem to have awl.
Facing dreadful animals and insects, he fumbles
Path is lost in shrubs and bushes he often rambles
Having empty stomach, a thirsty throat and an axe
He applies all his muscles to a timber and hacks.
Miserably vestured, not having anything sufficient,
He’s born with the misfortune of being indigent.
Impecuniosities are inherited to him by his ancestors
And he will delegate the same to his youngsters.
For availing each of basic needs he has to strive
This is the way how a wood cutter does survive.
Hoping for a ray of miracle which can enlighten,
He quetches why has he got a life of a proletarian
Form: Narrative

Premium Member New Start

New year starts from prayers to cheerful soul and nice eating habits
      Nutritious foods, balanced diet and purity of life always keep us fit.

Every morning, let’s all stretch, bend, jump, walk, run or dance
      Exercise controls weight, heart and brain cells are enhanced.
 
Working every day at long hours…so exhausting, we sweat a lot
      We need to drink 2 to 3 liters of water especially if the weather is hot.

Sunshine-exposure each morning strengthens muscles and bones
      Stronger body resistance to diseases boasts soundly like horn.

Temperance regarding foods, smoking, alcohol or liquor 
     Trash vices! Health is annihilated at a drunken stupor.

Air is fresh and soothing at beaches-- take time to walk, inhale
    Always check air quality index, wear mask if AQI is low, fails.

Relax once in a while, watch movies, listen to music or sing
    Rest from long days’ work, refresh mind, have enough hours of  sleeping.

These health laws add life, bring peace and joy, dodging all tears
    Trust God above all, for spirit and body’s strength throughout the year.
© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

Delightful Dinosaurs

Dinosaurs lived years ago
But there's something you should know
They are just like you and me
Having fun through history

Here is a little rhyme
For a story at bedtime

Stanley is a stegosaurus
Who likes to sing in his school chorus

Bruno is a great big bronto
Playing superhero Tonto

Ryan is a raptor who
Makes nice art with glitter glue

Harry is a hadrosaur
Who builds puzzles on the floor

Tommy is a sweet T-rex
Muscles in the gym he'll flex

Tina is a pterodactyl 
She is very musical

Sheila the sauropod
Collects random silly cards

Angelica the Ankylosaur
Is a cashier at the store
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Greek Adonis

Okay my friends now let's just see
Do I have any weaknesses of my own?
Nope, after careful investigation
I find I'm really perfect to the bone

I'm a doggone stunning specimen
Of a *****sapiens supreme
With bulging muscles everywhere
My tummy is tight and lean

So muscle bound, can't even bend
To tie my oversized shoes
Haven't seen some body parts
Since nineteen sixty-two

What's my secret you may ask
To my Greek Adonis form?
I chew on nuts and alfalfa grass
Celery and cobs of corn

Not your cup of tea you say?
So keep up your over stuffed ways
Like the very famous Goodyear Blimp
You'll be drifting away in the haze!
Form: Rhyme

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