mysterious mystical myriad-minded Milton
mustered mutable muscle-bound Man’s
mutinous modernistic money-making merriment
mystifying mushy mike’s mangled monkeys
Categories:
muscle bound, word play,
Form: Alliteration
Uneasy thoughts creep out of the sewer
Snarling muscle bound balls that suck the good parts of your soul
like black holes
(What am I tripping on)
Snakes creep out of my brain, down my neck and spine
Tying me up in vines
I try to pull away but no matter what they stay
Like a virus
Easy to forget but never rid of
I fight to keep them at bay
To my dismay
The fight will NEVER end
A worthy fight and I’ve got time to spend
On hacking away
Spirit tucked away
With light to expand out and save the day
But demons in disguise pour acid over
Feel like I need a four leaf clover
Categories:
muscle bound, emotions,
Form: Free verse
It’s time to play in the ground!
Have fun with merry-go-round.
Proving the mettle, it's a battleground,
Crazy noises clatter and resound.
With bodies sturdy and muscle-bound,
Every child is a prince uncrowned.
Naughty kid gives a harsh pound
Lovely children are spellbound.
Filling hearts with feelings so profound,
It’s time to disperse as the dark spreads around!
PLACED : 1ST
Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date: 15-04-2022
Categories:
muscle bound, fun,
Form: Rhyme
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!
Categories:
muscle bound, hero,
Form: Rhyme
Terracotta dreams alight
in rising Roman aqueducts
slipping in twilight hours of the night
where mysterious Spanish memories are plucked;
a momentary plunge
with Hercules standing muscle-bound
from which olden images are hung
as winds rise without a sound;
a flare in dance upon the castle floors
to pray a prayer aloud
beyond grand cathedral doors
holding visions authentic to each crowd;
slip in and out the corridors of legacy
Segovia and Madrid, the old Alcazar,
where history lay in wait splendidly
and time marches on, near and far;
these are mere images that remain
to tell a story old yet true
by which history is framed
a place, a legend, a story not new;
let it rise, let it stay
mysteries laid in the past
while awe and beauty grace the day
and visions and dreams race fast.
Categories:
muscle bound, dream, history, people,
Form: Rhyme
Are we heading for the same fate as civilisations past?
As we grow too fast,
On too big a repast.
Our muscles bound up in red tape,
Bending us into the wrong shape,
To look more like an ape.
Taking happy pills,
Instead of paying the bills,
Only a few heading for the hills.
People on high horses, going nowhere,
As we foul up the atmosphere,
Spending too much time in the air.
Those in command no longer wearing chains,
Free to turn off the mains,
Is there anyone free of muscle pains?
Can we at least check the size of our boots?
Look at the colour of our suits,
And go easy on eating too many fruits.
Maybe there is still time,
For some of us to shine,
And set it all to Rhyme.
Categories:
muscle bound, analogy, animal, autumn, blue,
Form: Imagism
When you think of the savior
Does your faith waver
If you found His appearance fell short of your favorite flavor?
Would your faith waver
If He was physically round
Had a Bolding crown
Was not muscle bound?
Would you still contemplate His claims?
Consider putting your faith in His name as your savior?
Will you turn off your ears off to His voice?
Shut your eye to His guidance?
When we see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him.
Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
6/26/2018
Categories:
muscle bound, analogy, christian, culture, identity,
Form: Free verse
A man who is held
Yet is never told
That a man can not love as a woman
He can't be tender
He can't be hold
He's never held
This I am told
Strong, mighty, never take down
Never shown no emotion
This is of a man who rose
Tall, firm, solid and loved
By every woman and he claims to only love them
But he lies the story he tells
A womanizer, foniacator, adult or
Holding down women who are not yours
Still yet you stand strong
In your mind you're not wrong
And you keep sinning thinking you're God given
To all women
He can't be tender
He can't be hold
This I'm told a man can't be held
For he rose
Again he's strong, tall, prickly
Muscle bound standing tall
In a worldly garden of desire
His mind not his heart yet both deemed
As a rose he
Categories:
muscle bound, anxiety, appreciation, character, emotions,
Form: Ballad
one bloodied pencil stub
If “What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”
then I’ll have one muscle bound corpse
and one bloodied pencil stub.
Let us define death
as the absence of ….
innate qualities
life’s essentials
buried beneath
the fear of exposure.
And strength
…..let us describe strength…
as the tenacity of life’s
indefatigable longing
to survive
……to persevere
…….to triumph
over the doubts of
…….death’s doomsayers
To be exhumed
…….from the fear
………of writing
…….By writing.
73 words February 24, 2017
submitted to – What Doesn’t Kill Us – Poetry Contest
Categories:
muscle bound, life, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
I feel the need to say a real loud poem,
A poem full of WAILS!! HOWLS!! and YELPS!!
It doesn’t need to be about anything at all,
But if it is then I guess that that helps.
AAAARR!! Now that feels better,
BOOM!! THRASH!! BAP!! WHAM!! and BAM!!!
Just like in the comics of old there’s a VRAP!! SMACK!! ZAP!!
Then a CRUNCH!! and a BIFF!! and a SLAM!!
Actually, in the comics of old, it was profoundly loud,
With all the yelling and fighting.
Those words were in yellow, in bright red shiny stars.
It was all so thrillingly exciting.
With a KABOOM!! and a THUD!! the hero saved the damsel.
Then a POP!! and a sudden KABANG!!
The hero was muscle bound, long hair and strong jaw.
Always one man against a whole gang.
Imagine writing poems where words can be invented,
Just block letters with two exclamations.
BONK!! or WHACK!! followed by WHUMF!! or PHOOMPH!!
Even your words are your own creations.
Written 19th march 2016 but never for any contest..... Till now :)
Categories:
muscle bound, humorous, poems, poetry, sound,
Form: Rhyme
I don't look like those muscle bound jocks
as I stand wearing nothing but socks
so I bought some dumb bells
but can't use them, oh well-
since I can't lift the lid off the box !
21st Feb 2016
For Limerick contest II, sponsor Jan Allison
Categories:
muscle bound, body,
Form: Limerick
Have you ever dreamt of being a reigning queen
But then you woke up to find
You were the same loveable dude you've always been
Generous, charming and kind
Well it has happened to me quite recently
Got hemmoroids sitting on the throne
So I sits me down quite gingerly but it still hurts quite a bit
That's not thunder you hear, it's my groans
Never would have believed it was even at all possible
Me being a muscle bound dude
But if Bruce Jenner can suddenly become Caitlyn Jenner
Being Jacquelyn, ain't so absurd
Think I'll just stay male in the few years I have left
It's worked for me up until now
Been a raging bull through my incredibly long life
How does one become a cow
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
muscle bound, humor,
Form: Quatrain
10236 Charing Cross Road
Holmby Hills, CA. 90077
To go where young rabbits frolic and dance
Would be a sweet treat if I had the chance
To swim in the water where famous cottontails get wet
Where champagne bubbles are spilled by the elite jet set
Maybe I might win a million dollar lotto
That could be my ticket to enter the grotto
Past muscle bound bouncers, inside velvet ropes and stanchions
To ogle, google and spill my own bubbles at The Playboy Mansion
To escape normality and alter reality before I grow old
Playing with Playmates and Bunnies and this months Centerfold
10236 Charing Cross Road, Holmby Hills CA. 90077
Without a doubt this is the address of Heaven
Thank you
Mr. Hefner
Categories:
muscle bound, beauty, body, celebrity, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Another love poem for all you people
This guy's quite the charmer it seems
Could teach the young guys a thing or two
About wooing pretty young things
Don't mean to brag but I'm quite irresistible
When I turn on my masculine charm
Afraid you won't stand a ghost of a chance
To resist would cause you some harm
I'd be forced to resort to Master Plan B
With tactics so charming and sweet
It's actually illegal in some parts of the world
You'll quiver right down to your feet
At the very sight of my muscle bound body
My friends, you'll shudder and swoon
Unfortunately I'll have to reduce my charm
And that would be quite inopportune
Sometimes I can be quite overwhelming
But sweet young things like youse
Have surely been exposed to this stuff before
And can handle it without much ado
So methinks it's best I'll just cool it for now
And go back to my shy persona
Just know there's a Super Hero lurking inside
Set to explode like a supernova
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
muscle bound, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
Okay friends now let's just see
Do I have weaknesses of my own?
Nope, after careful investigation
I find I'm just perfect to the bone
A doggone stunning specimen
Of a *****sapien 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 parts of my body
Since ninety-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 famous Goodyear blimp
You'll go drifting off in the haze!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
muscle bound, humor,
Form: Quatrain
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