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Love's Symphonic Passion
by Odin Roark
Shimmering whispers urge forth,
A beginning seeks release from darkness,
The voicing of struggle proclaims arrival,
Like miniature cymbals of resolute announcement,
The humble cries of emergence
Clash ever so quiet with air and space,
Once portending grace,
Now its melodic genesis.
The matrixes of parent/conductor
Anxiously hum nursery rhymes
Through white enameled side-rails,
Vertical portals to unfettered ears,
Absorbing even when sleeping,
Evolving passion's invitation.
The precious first movements
Grow from those one-finger dissonant phrases,
Sometimes pounded upon the black and white landscape
Where an merging piccolo's infant smile
Finds support by paternal contra bass and maternal cello echoes.
Remembrances of tinkling melodies
Soon enjoin its pure and simple
With conflicted movements of trial and error,
Evolving the inevitable adagio of growing up.
Hence forth
The scherzo's innocence of adolescence
Crescendos into threatening measures,
Where layered tones of choices
present challenge,
chaos,
counterpoint to independence,
or sympatric harmony.
The family of voicing
Develop love's thematic material,
Rhythms,
Keys,
And more complex harmonies,
Creating the free fantasia,
A coalescing of passion's varied workouts.
Its strings worn thin,
Arriving at life's largo movement of peace,
That place of reflective consonance,
The weight of its chambered containment
Rests forth its closing bars,
Housing now but the waning echo of a baby's chorus.
Its shimmering whispers
Float upon one last wave of the baton,
Stirring life's ethereal essence
Into heroic chorus
A higher bonding…
Awaits.
Beuracratic twee Bridgend..Has banned a
Donkey ride buisness, thats been on the go'
For over, one hundred years; my friends!
Such great interaction with good muscle workouts..When the donkeys
Saw action.' I reckon they walked in dry, the damp; and rain.' Being usefull to their humans is for them no pain.' Tactile animals they enjoy being the attraction.!! Bringing
Smiles to kids faces, and much satisfaction..Inner city children maybe some blind, feeling fur and maybe not?
Left out? Or behind.? Jay Bateman their
Owner is so very sad..I a just see straightjacket
Manner, when all is said.' A clinical answer
To a non-existent irk..Being rammed
Down Porthcawl shoreline..Though in reality it don't
Work.'
Bluetones - (Where did you go)
I Went to the furnace...
'I went deep inside myself to locate the weakness; I discovered rocket fuel disguised as my inner demons.
Rocket fuel that needed burning!
But first... Containing;
I imprisoned the tormenters until I had a safe place to release them.
When a direction had been chosen, I dragged them through a painful conversion process against their will, which enabled me to convert them into over x2000 workouts, learn a trade, meet hundreds of interesting people, write poetry, create art, open businesses, maintain businesses, close businesses, create relationships, maintain relationships, share inspiration, wisdom and helpful ideas with others... the list goes on.
This converted Rocket Fuel - provided the energy for me to get this done.
But only because I converted it from destructive energy - to creative energy.
I located it, contained it, directed it, then released and burned it when the time was right - which converted it. (into something useful) - the conversion process is the 'furnace' because it is painful, uncomfortable and burns..
Where did you go?
(Ecclesiesetes 7:10)
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 would coax, "hold as long as you can!"
Doing deadlifts I felt like a WAS a dead man
The kettlebell, medicine ball - hated those,
since dropping 'em both on my poor little toes.
My dad-bod and willpower soon parted ways,
after only 1 set, I was shell-shocked for days
My back hurt, my knees ached, I'd injured my hips,
after grimacing nonstop, I'd sprained both my lips.
Oy! The sharp pain that shoots
through my quads, delts and glutes...
Now my game plan is shifting
no more power lifting.
To planks, it's "no thanks",
I'm expunging all lunging.
I feel stabs in my abs,
there's a hex on my pecs
and my lats shriek like bats.
When I tweak my oblique
I am sore to the core...
and I want it no more.
The rowing machine is no longer my scene
I loathe those squats lots and I hate crunches bunches.
Do sit-ups or push-ups? Do jump-ups or chin-ups?
I'm more inclined now to do lots of "I-give-ups".
My doc tried convincing me I'd be less tired?
I'm questioning how that poor man's brain is wired!
I felt half exhausted just WATCHING staff clean
the ellipticals, treadmills, and stair-climb machine.
Then... I found when I stood on the locker room scale
That my plan to lose weight was a sad epic fail!
I'm done! I have finished my very last burpee -
I just want a hot dog and super-size Slurpee.
What happened to wanting to feel fit and well?
When it came to workouts, I was just a dumbbell.
I've resolved now to walk more, or swim a few laps
maybe jog, ride my bike, play some tennis, take naps.
That's right, getting plenty of rest seems so plain,
it appears the most challenging muscle to train ...
is the brain.
* Nautilus is a brand of gym equipment
written 2 Oct 2022
How much is an idea worth -
enough to make you poor?
What if you found the ultimate
that shook you to your core?
Suppose it took a thing you hate
like struggling with planks,
and sneakily turned it to fun,
would you pass and say, no thanks?
Ingenious, this board called Stealth,
paired with an app that’s on your phone;
Your elbows help you navigate;
it’s hands-free, in the planking zone.
You’ve got to stay up on your toes,
Or on your knees at first.
And most folks cannot stomach it
except in shortened bursts.
You use the board to fly through space
or shoot an asteroid,
or roll a marble through a maze
(That’s one I’ve not enjoyed).
The goal of Stealth: make you forget
that you are working out,
and focus on the game at hand
like finding the best route.
It seems we humans can do much
distracted from our pain,
and some of us will even pay
to play and play again.
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Stealth Core is a planking board that rests on a ball that allows it to rotate in all directions. You run a game app on your phone and place it on the board, and you use your elbows and arms to move left or right, up or down, by twisting/tilting the board, and as a result, the phone. The phone detects the movement and changes what's on the screen, moves the cursor, or the ball, or the scene. It is really quite clever! It is also devilishly difficult if you're not accustomed to ab workouts.
I sit atop my woeful vantage point
Legs dangling in my bunkmate's face
Limp, like willow branches hanging
Eyes red, dark bags, temples banging
I gaze upon my sad communal room
A sea of men sequestered from reality
Sleep deprived, seeking an escape
Craving it in any form or shape
They told me ten, or eight if well-behaved
My penitence inside this concrete cage
They told me men like me can find a way
To cope until my liberation's day
Easy for them to say...
This tiny speck of what I hope is real
Smuggled in by only God knows who or how
Dissolved upon an orange plastic spoon
Destined to console my afternoon
I stare down at my hard-gotten syringe
A secondhand, diabetic's pill-call side hustle
Locked and loaded—its provenance disgusting to contemplate
Still, three hours outside this fence—all on a silver plate
My dangling legs have failed me once again
Both arms refuse to lead me to my bliss
All four, bound for hours at the veins
Yet not a trace of snaky purple remains
Years of this abuse have managed to collapse them all
I feel the nurse's frustration at that last blood draw
I've tried between my toes—it's no good too
I've poked and probed and cursed, believe me you
And so, as the men around me pass the endless hours
Six-hour workouts, countless rounds of dominoes, lukewarm showers
I'll chase my fleeting, numbing, pathetic reprieve
Just one fortuitous prick and I'll be there
Wasting away on this bunk, not a care
When rollerblading I threw out my back.
A sidewalk bump sent me off the track.
On the way home I had felt out of whack.
Did extra stretches to create motion slack.
But the lumbar pain would come and go.
My posture suddenly elderly, a pain show.
When walking I’ll hobble around all decrepit.
My legs uncooperative and are full of quit.
Pain shifted from lower back to the right hip.
Triggered by a sidewalk crack and near trip.
To get around I grab walls and solid furniture.
At this point the best way to treat I am unsure.
Can hardly dress myself or grasp stuff nearby.
Pain reaches points I think I’m ready to die.
People squirm seeing me in this weak state.
With an elite fitness regimen, it’s karmic fate.
Asking for my wife to get stuff out of reach.
When not overwhelmed, she can be a peach.
Such a contrasting dynamic from my before.
Winning fitness challenges by shocking score.
High volumes of pushups, burpees & squats.
Frequent strengthening and stretching shots.
But I learned one misstep can derail the train.
Workouts get suspended when in bad pain.
The worried looks on faces is a reversal.
When before I was awaiting a rehearsal.
For a professional pushup competition.
Now totally beyond my comprehension.
So I’ll patiently await the results of the tests.
Wondering if I’ll get back to setting my bests.
Willing to settle for the ability to just walk.
Surprised with all the agony I can still talk.
Took a needle to the joint to get some relief.
Hoping it helps my body going through grief.
Trying to inhale but keep holding my breath.
Suddenly understand why people chose death.
Constant pain totally changes life’s direction.
Only way to resolve is with medical inspection.
So I hope and pray it clears up pretty soon.
Because right now I’m as useful as a buffoon.
Too many days I've spent working out in the gym
Trying to get toned, trying to be slim.
Diet fad failures are too many to mention
I've always began with good intention.
Your told, not to eat this but do eat that
Limit the portions, cut off the meat fat.
Not too many potatoes and eat plenty of veg
Some protein is good, so throw in a fresh egg.
Blend certain foods, the bland shake drink
It does look off putting and boy can they stink.
Tummy starts rumbling, it's protesting back
To give it real food and to stop this diet crap.
I'd jump on the scales but it mostly told me a lie
I felt I had lost loads but the readings deny.
So I'd go to the gym and workout a sweat
Next day I was aching, it was an instant regret.
When the diet did work and the weight is kept off
My reward is the chocolate that I'd eagerly scoff.
Too many rewards out balanced pounds lost
The bits that were toned have gone back to soft.
Yo-yo diets and gym workouts were exhausting and grim
Did I really want this or was it just a fashionable whim?
I wasn't over weight and I wasn't stick thin
God gave me this body and a yo-yo-ing skin.
I reset my thinking and accept, I am what I am
Not to be a stick insect model or to be that glam.
My life won't be controlled by what I see on tv
The only one in control and that person is me.
(I won't give up chocolate though lol)
28.07.25
I am slid into the core of the big white tube.
It will reveal all my moving parts
all the flagging and wheezing organics
that reside in the same apartment block,
share the same airducts and plumbing,
but otherwise hang in semidetached hutches
strung around my walled city.
My neck hurts, the cat scan takes time.
I get to thinking about cats,
how they curl up to rest
in the most unusual places. Cat’s would probably
sleep well in this softly clicking tunnel.
My head needs a pillow, arms akimbo aching.
After ten minutes of thinking in this sterile cylinder
I am an annotated movie of my life,
a surface feature for the paranoia of clinging plants.
I trawl stagnant pools for whale calls
or anything that can sing in my turgid being,
but only a headless language
floats up.
I can only listen to organs stirring; some drool,
some open small gummy gobs and gills.
Dim rheumy senses squint. Pulpy cisterns gurgle,
glands groan under a weight
only a shut-in darkness can weigh.
Transportation hubs and their arteries
continue their tireless gift-wrapped deliveries.
Muscular chemicals continue their Peloton workouts,
but the body as a whole is still wearing away
what it can’t afford to lose.
“All done,”
a disembodied voice declares.
I am conveyed outwards
on the worlds shortest rail track,
leaving parts of my mind behind to clean up stray fears -
remove the litter of mad ponderings.
Results will be days away,
until then black cats in lightless rooms
must find a way to be seen.
The one who is fit,
Is the one who will
Reach the summit
So stay safe, stay fit.
This pandemic is like a war
Nobody knows how long it will last
It is like an evil spell a witch has cast .
So we must break this spell
No matter even if we fail.
There is only one way to fight it - with fitness
Even though this fight is going to be intense.
We must fight it with full courage and strength
Our body and mind must be cleansed.
We must do workouts and exercises
And avoid burgers and french fries.
Along with our sisters and brothers
A way to beat this Pandemic, let's discover!
The real meaning of Fitness
Is our mind and body's business
When we jump, hop and run
And most importantly have fun!