Long Muscles Poems
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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... !
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!
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
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.
. 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
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
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
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.
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
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!