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.
Inquisitive sorts enigmatic notions as positions--scaled left for the right-hander--behold various perceptions, thus preserving perfection as a cure for misdirection's subtle draw.
Earnest forgivingly weakens its posture as truth betrays, incredulously, amidst reality outfitted in non-traditions; Judas kisses a face, while the strummed favors oils embrace a straining revelation that pleasures the muted.
Distractions of another sort muse the ne'er-do-wells, while diligence inks the lost, ambulates ambitious quill of risqué 'Olympia' whose indecency is shaded decently.
Tryst loses in translation, forms anew in an altered view; observant exposed a chapter; a spilled review cores a novel of two; meeting of the minds formed upon a ruinous and trifle distraction, whereto whenever praise ventures, "A dull knife makes a cutting edge."
Sitting in her wheelchair
Reading a book
She was thin and pale
And occasionally, she'd look
Into space
With whimsical smile
On her once beautiful face.
Her name was Olympia.
Olympia used to dance,
She was sensational
And she put her audience in trance.
She floated onto the stage,
Like a breath of Spring
Her gracefulness and expertise
Made the onlooker's hearts sing
Olympia was well-known,
In theatres everywhere
She topped the bill
And patrons flocked there
Dancing was her life,
She was born to dance
She never married
Although she had the chance
Men pursued Olympia
For both her beauty and talent
She was never smitten by them
That she made apparent.
It was a dream
That she was lucky to fulfil
A life of dancing
Until she becomes too ill
To dance, her life away
She sits in a wheelchair now
And this is where she has to stay
She loves to sit and dream,
Staring into space
With a book on her lap
And a whimsical smile
On her once beautiful face
Do not have a fright
Twists and turns are ever so tight
Take one at a time
Hope your horse does not decide to decline
It is a festive show
Maybe outside there will be Christmas Snow
How would I know?
So let me leave you with this a clear round without a miss
And on this special day you will have your wish
That lovely silver dish
Attached to a blue ribbon and wonderful holiday kiss
Bright black uniform letters
Popping onto the stark white page
Loud smacking satisfactory pops
Pop T
Pop Y
Pop P
Pop E
Royal
Smith-Corona
Olympia
Brother
Typewriter magic of the 60’s.
Predecessor of the Word Processor and the Computer.
ah! ’tis blue azure greet’ng the dark maidens
dancers of the ancient drums of my warriors
yea! the ever-ready danc’ng mbari maidens
o, dancers amid the smooth-throat’d hunters –
’tis like an ever-flow’ng rhythmic drumm’ng
of my ageless clan where the rever’d eaglets
made the classic olympia in wing-drumm’ng
amid the love-rov’ng griots, pages and priests!
and your mother – the mother of the amazons
waits, waist-bent, amid the ev’r-wait’ng gray-hairs –
and your hunters naked, ready-pois’d with guns
and panthers snarled under the scorch’ng sun-rays;
o, the gladiators and amazons came along my banks
ah, bring’ng this eternal dance-step to niger’s banks!
You were in my dream.
What does it mean?
You were by my side when we had to hide.
We saw the shooting stars.
We saw the moon lit glistening lake.
We heard the wind in the trees.
We felt the cold embrace.
You were in my dream.
You were there with me.
You've seen what I've seen.
You were in my dream.
What does it mean?
I see you standing there.
Standing without a care.
Then you turn your head and see me.
You turn upon your feet.
You walk straight up to me.
You stand in front of me.
We're strangers but together we have been?
We're strangers but together we've seen?
We're strangers, never before did we meet?
You look at me so quizzically.
Nodding then shaking your head
you say to me...
How can this be?
You were in my dream.
James Young, ‘HUMAN’
Olympia publishers 2023
Right now, in the Northwest town of Seattle,
Seahawks egos must be higher than the Space Needle.
On the west coast, it was just a little after seven,
when the Seahawks faithful felt they entered seventh heaven.
After what happened at the Super Bowl outside of New York,
numerous fans in Washington are popping a champagne cork.
Others must be loading up on whiskey, wine, and beer.
For what happened tonight, they have a good reason to cheer.
To celebrate, many of them were getting ready
long before that blizzard of green and yellow confetti.
From Tacoma and Olympia all the way to Puget Sound,
I’m sure there are many happy fans that can be found.
My love the moment I gazed on you I knew you were for me
Oh my Olympia, Oh my Olympia my desire it never wanes
I wanted and desired you, you hold a special place in my heart
I did not hesitate as I wooed and sought you as my very own
To possess you I knew would be ecstasy as I lusted after you
Your looks were sleek and sultry hiding a heart made of steel
One touch of your body and I became a captive of love
Oh how I loved you so overlooking the high price I had to pay
As together we then travelled as one on the highway of life
It was exhilarating as you added a new dimension to my life
Together we flew high and so many adventures did we share
But time my love has tamed you, I sadly watch you grow so old
The knocks of life have slowly one by one taken their toll
I look to others now so desiring the shining you that used to be
Now I have found another and he is my one true love not you
He’s tall dark and handsome not old and grey like you
I know you two will clash, he’s so like you, exciting wild and free
He will drive you hard and endlessly as the three of us combine
Olympia you’ll always remain my much loved Ford Falcon car.
Great Pyramid Of Giza
Hanging Gardens Of Babylon
Temple Of Artemis
Statue Of Zeus At Olympia
Mausoleum At Halicanassus
Colossus Of Rhodes
Lighthouse Of Alexandria
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Compiled by;chipepo lwele
PS;The reminder of the 7 Wonders Of
The Ancient World.
kind of straight forward is always crooked.
Empty water bottles with painted cumulus
fluffy clouds on the wrapper.
wandering aimless and empty,
once filled with chloride redemption.
you know you can buy them two for a dollar.
just like the old hebrew corndogs sold
down the street at the seven eleven.
better get in line and throw in a six
pack of olympia dry.
just remember sometimes crooked is never straight.
driving with one hand on the wheel the other
searching along the floorboard.
the clank of clutter when the bottles pile up.
How long I’m standing here on Ortygia?
Remain motionless
under the hot sun.
Looking like a marble kouros
with broken hands.
I search the wind
for the cool breeze of Aegean,
the sweet smell of Delos
which gave its name to this place.
I have to caress the Doric columns
in temples of Apollo,
Athena and Artemis.
I have to easy their eternal nostalgia.
But the source of Arethusa
brings black water from Alpheus today.
Olympia is being burned
and my heart comes out of me
falls on the asphalt
and breaking in pieces.
Gods!
What the barbarians doing again
in our homeland,
while we’re standing here?
You as bare models for tourists
and me like a marble kouros
with broken hands.
My love for you, is like a tender blossom
awakening to the kiss of the sun.
My love is a moth venturing into the dark of the night
My love for you, is like a virgin bride
awaiting the tentative call of her groom.
My love is a sticky web spun swiftly by a black widow
My love for you, is like a little brook
trickling along its merry way.
My love, a cotton-mouth twirling seductively in the mating jig
Your love for me is drowning in the fumes of pure desire
A single folly only i will ever dare to remember
Mine is like the burning flame atop Mount Olympia
Dying, like the glowing embers of sinful Gomorrah
My love for you is rekindled by the supple lips
borne hither on the breath of your Zephyr
My love has sailed like a lost vessel in unchartered waters
My passion like a phoenix will rise from the ashes
your disdain the anchor on its glory
It is a fallen tree, the crimson core of my fading essence.
Didi... xoxo