Short Biceps Poems

Young and athletic
You just showing your biceps
Young girls smile shy.
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flexes his biceps,

       tucks his flabby tummy in,

              vanity in vain....

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Ladies parade around in their skimpy bikinis
Looking for rich dudes driving Lamborghinis
I'm not rich but possess
Big biceps and chest
And more important is my charming wee genie...

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What really attracts most women to men
Does the size of their biceps make ladies yen
Methinks not, that ain't it
A little boy image is always a hit
So start wearing a diaper with a loaded back end...

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What really attracts most women to men
Does the size of their biceps make ladies yen
Methinks not, that ain't it
A little boy image is always a hit
So start wearing a diaper with a loaded back end...

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Young boys
Looking in the mirror
Combing hair with wet comb
Practicing alluring smile
Flexing developing biceps
Steel yet to be hardened
Dreaming with sweaty palms
Hoping she says yes


Inspired by Monterey's poem Hope...

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Ladies parade around in their skimpy bikinis
Looking for rich dudes in Lamborghinis
I'm not rich but possess
Big biceps and chest
And more important is my charming wee genie


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Ladies parade around in their skimpy bikinis
Looking for rich dudes driving Lamborghinis
I'm not rich but possess
Big biceps and chest
And more important is my excitable wee genie


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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ten reps of ten,
here I go again.
Today I work on my biceps,
triceps,
I feel great.

Ten reps of ten,
sweat soaking my beater.
Nobody to lend a hand,
all this weight, 
I can,
do my ten reps of ten..

Jared Pickett	
10/3/09	
Asavvy1...

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Sit-ups, planks, and crunches

My push-ups done in bunches

Deep heavy squats from the rack

Deadlifts are good for my back

Just pumping up my biceps

And cutting up my triceps

I'm sweating harder each day

So I look sharp when I play...

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Limerick : Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps

Once a dashing Damsel with tough biceps
Tried to bulge her pectorals with triceps
Compressed air back-fired
To where moon was mired
Since then carries pec-pumps in contracepts.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013...

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bare shoulders ripple
straining with unseen weight
scarred biceps bulge
saturated by interior rain
veins bursting forth
exploding from darkness
forearms swell abnormally
hiding suppressed emotion
fingers clutch frantically
for a heart shattering.........

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Boulder shoulders, 
bursting biceps,
terrifying to see,

    a menacing mountain 
    of a muscle-man
    he used to be.


Now, bedridden,
he wilts away his days
till the end arrives.

    This nursing home's 
    locked doors hide 
    closing and closed lives....

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There once was a sweet little lass from Eire

     Who had everything a man could desire

          A mustache she wore

               And biceps galore

                    With bass voice like that of the town crier

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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My face is sunburned crimson, the skin
on my forearms is peeling off, bruises
appear on my biceps, a red gash
gashes across the front of my shoulder, my calves
tighten, my thumb joint
makes it painful to write, I can’t really explain
what’s wrong with the side of my neck
but my heart feels good
for the first time
in twelve days....

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Trois Par Huit
AAB BB BCC
3,6,9,12,12,9,6,3

Workout

muscle bound
gaining pound after pound
triceps, biceps, lats, a cut up back.

Push ups, sit ups, crunches to create a six pack,
tuna fish, chicken, fruits and veggies for a snack.

Summer is here, I can't do without 
Bronze body tan, so devout.
This work-out.


Jared Pickett
5/12/2010
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flexes his biceps
       tucks his flabby tummy in
              vanity in vain

              a score to settle
                     through tough machismo's battle
                           male ego's  title

                           but can't hit his foe
                                spits on his face, oh, no
                                      worse than a KO !...

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I can patch up an injury
Block the loss of blood
I can undergo surgery
I can erase the scars
But my mind’s wounds bleed forever

I may be in good shape
Stretching my body with ease
I may have flexi biceps
Every eye they may please
But my mind’s strength succeeds forever

I may feast at banquets
Pick the finest cuisines
Sway at a music fest
Have joyous recreation
But my mind’s hunger is feeds forever...

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BASKETS OF SAND AND CORAL
	
	Here on my roof on Eastern pillows spread
	I watch the “slaves” unload the dhows-
	Strong black men with bulging biceps,
	Carrying baskets of sand and coral on their heads.

	In monotonous repetition they trudge,
	From ship to sea wall, from wall to shore,
	Each a vital link of their conveyor belt,
	As their forefathers have been in ages past,
	Passing baskets of sand and coral on their heads....

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BASKETS OF SAND AND CORAL
	
	Here on my roof on Eastern pillows spread
	I watch the “slaves” unload the dhows-
	Strong black men with bulging biceps,
	Carrying baskets of sand and coral on their heads.

	In monotonous repetition they trudge,
	From ship to sea wall, from wall to shore,
	Each a vital link of their conveyor belt,
	As their forefathers have been in ages past,
	Passing baskets of sand and coral on their heads....

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I dreamt of Babe Ruth
in Howard Johnsons' 
lighted pool doing

the backstroke so brilliantly.
No bats lying around
anywhere. warm water

reflected dorsal pecs, 
beautiful biceps, round
spiral muscles fanning

along so softly.
Finally finding the nerve
to say: Babe! your a

ballplayer; Sultan of swat.
Smiling at me timidly:
I'm a ballplayer and a

a swimmer. He replied
calmly gliding away.
A swan in the moonlight....

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In that small village
Behind the bamboo front
Where the small heart
Made of bamboo leaves
Smokes its cigars 
Through its roof

Stands a young old man
Whose twisting cheeks
And biceps and triceps
Turns outside inwards
Looking up the berry plant
Yawning at the fruit unripe

His own body pillars
Whose frail body bends
Can’t stand the size
The wait and load above it
As he tries to climb the berry
He falls and lies still...

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