They put her in a hospital bed
Just for observation
She stayed much longer than they said
an estimate inflation.
Her muscles shrank, her bones got thin
Joints got bent, delirium.
We tried to stand her up, she fell
Is this what they call getting well?
The weaker she was, the harder to move
The less she moved, the sicker she proved
She got bed sores, more spinal pain
No rehab in house, Medicare's shame.
Lack of walking caused constipation
Then urinary blockage, more complication
Dehydration followed, so saline was applied
But the catheter had germs, so she got a UTI.
Her legs so still, she got a clot
A cluster of disasters, who lost the plot?
Not all countries do it this way
incentives in the U.S. contribute to decay.
Then we pay for months of rehab care
cheaper per day, once you are there
But in the big picture it makes more sense
To prevent deterioration, before its immense.
The above patient is a composite of many poor souls
Usually there are confounds, the argument has holes
However, it's true that this happens and can't always be reversed
Let's address the incentives first.
In the distance I hear the Indianapolis 500
or maybe it is a truly aggressive muscle car
it is traveling south west
her fierce engine sounds remind me of my red mustang
my purple trans am, my powerful 442.
Cars that would burn up the road
racing worthy
I smile remembering my life pre-mini-vans
No clicks on the floor
I wait for you to come in
But the hall is dark
I reach down to pet the air
And weep when I find nothing
The satisfice and Discipline
Turning flab into superior muscle
The preparation
Bodybuilding competition
Competitive spirit
Bodybuilder’s muscle magazine dream
Becoming the best champion
Masterpiece body
Through the elements of training principles
Lift and intensify
Grasp the glorious bodybuilding Title of all being MR. OLYMPIA
Vision wide and strong
Challenging the possibilities in becoming the victor
Platform posing stage
The excitement and muscle amaze
Judge’s captivation
The win
The Trophy
Recognition
Showcase
Stardom
Greatness
Cheers at the end
Muscle opponent win.
I see hands reaching
My muscles tensed
I sharpen my claw
Muscle and Bone Growth
All muscles and bone growth will
take a break to
catch up on
their reading.
The bell rings out loudly, signals the start,
must earn my keep through the pugilist’s art,
my foe is a tall one, beats me in reach,
to get in close my trainer sought to teach,
where those long arms won’t do him any good,
but right now his jabs hit link planks of wood,
I bob and weave, and I duck some of them,
but he’s a trip-hammer, again and again.
Duck and dive in, swing straight for hit gut,
just missing his skull, and a nasty headbutt,
like old Marciano, I pound at his ribs,
to steal the man’s breath, like Mickey Ward did.
He grimaces, struggles, but doesn’t play tough,
just does the smart thing, and ties my arms up,
the ref break us up, both of us can breathe,
then jabs come again, my eye starts to bleed,
but I break the jab, and drive close on in,
the blood just the cost for getting near him;
a hard way to make a dollar, that’s true,
but what else is a man like me to do?
I’ve known all along that I ain’t that smart,
and always got by on muscle and heart.
I have accomplished nothing.
Yet.
I keep on dreaming.
Though some of the dreams
slowly get stuck in the deeps
of my wrinkled face.
That keeps on smiling,
to avoid the talk.
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
She’s speeding down the highway, with the wind in her hair
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a racing car, yeah
Burning up the highway like she don’t have a care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a speeding machine
Shes speeding like she wants to go too fast to be seen
It’s a muscle car, a super car, a bullet on wheels
Only she could drive while wearing stiletto heels
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it cuts through the night
She’s flicked a switch and now it’s lights are piercing and bright
It’s a muscle car, a super car, I’ve got to be there
Now I only see its lights and yet I don’t care
It’s a muscle car, a super car, it’s freedom or bust
It’s steel at speed and frankly it’s why I bit the dust
It’s a muscle car, a super car, and it sent me off
For its laminated windshield wasn't good for a moth
and then buzzing starts below skin
shocks shoot along veins
I hold my arm
a different pain today
it buckles the knee
grinds the shoulder
it burns the elbow
gnaws the hip
I rub my back
a deep breath and sigh
ricochets ribcage-aches like children
playing at pinball machines
another new pain today
another old pain tomorrow
the everywhere everyday unsurprising surprise
and a spasm grips within muscle
While on The Guy battled
Concerned watchers rattled:
Thrice out of race hustled
And around he’d bustled…
Now, financial muscle
He’s got for the tussle:
One that bulges parcel
And could build him castle…
Quest for lands are still hot
Like new mothers eye cot
And chefs or cooks a pot;
“It’s Ten Million or not:
You don’t have it just rot”
A less amount, no slot
And he’s saved quite a lot
To ably buy a plot
People see and they trot…
Prove he shall what he’s got
To with Greats discuss “What:
7:00 am on the dot.
Ya wanna go on the chase?
Ya better pick up your pace!
This guy knows what it takes.
Warmed up and ready to race.
Got body and mind ready to go.
Take a long look at this gun show.
Been grinding hard, putting in reps.
Racking up miles & tracking steps.
Slowly amping up the difficulty.
Running overrides for atrophy.
Gaining mass full of raw power.
Taxing my limits at least an hour.
It takes consistency, effort and time.
To grow strength that looks sublime.
Showing both on the inside and out.
Punching that fat right in the snout.
At bed stretching it loose to wind down.
Feel the growth pains, willing to frown.
Recovery stacking up the lean tissue.
The nonstop uphill journey is my issue.
The end of this is nowhere to be seen.
Sliding into a force of fibers that’s lean.
Supporting this life and all my dreams.
To be the best I can be for all my teams.
Von Hess, she called to him as h walked
through the forest as if he were
walking through jungle. his task was to
jack the side of the shipping container
and install the fiberglass holding tank
that he forgot to bring the day
we constructed the site.Zabada, she
said I heard you are only used to
fill-in for others. He disappeared
beneath the container
doing his work: he stuck his head out
and told "her you have to start somewhere"!
She told him, this is meant to stroke your
ego, this is meant to make you understand,
i have seen you at your best and there are fewer
than a handful better than you. conscious and
semi-consciousness you have ended bout
afte bout victorious, mind you we
have spent time and money honing your craft,
don't let these people straddle you over
the harness, to acheive their own agenda! "i hear you
Honey pass me the sealant!" moments later
she heard him grunt, he than scooted from under
the container and got up, ' all things in time, babe,let's
get some relish for the saucage,i'm hungry!"
A heart is a muscle
Beating stops and starts
Flexing its dreams flowing
It seems electronically
Emotionally counterparts
Lovingly captured intertwined
Spiritually physically twix
Unraveled and unwind
Hearts flow comes and goes
The beating it's thirst soars
In sickness and in health
Sad and sadness
Happy gladness
The beating starts at birth
Traveling from heaven's girth
From the spiritual birth canal
Universal thumping spiritual channel
Squeeze squeeze squeeze the vessel
Release release release the question
Breathe the breath in me causing me to be
A fist size piece of flesh
Formed and fashion and made by God hand
Beatings starts and stops
Enhanced by the breathing the breath of God
Flowing is His love through the physical blood
Spiritually connected if we just believe it
A bit of flesh inside our chest
Beating starts and stops
A Heart as a muscle
Pumps the blood and love through our veins
Beating on this side of life physically and spiritually in Jesus name
1/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2022
game we will have won
down middle did muscle one
caused another run
really such a stun
game lost while not being won
bad luck came upon
Another Loss After One More Loss
civil war a loss
there way of life was great loss
for words at a loss
After Reading more of Soul Of America
by Jon Meacham.
over hurdles vaunt
and around track did jaunt
all done nonchalant
did love them a lot
so each one should receive shot
that we have been taught
prefer open mike
going for long ride on bike
catch fish while on dike
Team at first compact
no longer has been intact
Member must subtract
me and also we
who put lives in jeopardy
sure you will agree
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