Cardio-Rehab is an exceptionally good thing to do
I keep up with machines better than walking with you
With the newfangled treadmills I can see the world
While I am getting nowhere fast, my sails unfurled,
Yesterday, I walked a gorgeous park in old Indonesia
Finished, I thought they should give me anesthesia,
For I was completely tuckered out and needed a nap
My blood pressure told them to give me another lap.
I so enjoy the camaraderie of the old fellows like me,
Who are exercising together instead of taking tea,
If I had equipment at home, I’d likely not touch it
It’s always so relaxing to grab a good book and sit,
But now, I look forward to our gang at the center
Working the machines until I’m forced to surrender!
Written August 1, 2022
Categories:
treadmills, health, heart, me, sports,
Form: Light Verse
It's the resolution graveyard
for those good intentions, cursed,
opening hours from New year's day
to February first.
Here's a pile of treadmills,
dumbbells stacked up near the gate,
abandoned by the desperate
who promised to lose weight.
The hungover who'd had enough,
repenting for their sins
have left wine bottles by the ton
in bright blue wheelie bins.
The smell of chocolate, biscuits, cake
they permeate the air,
left by those stood on bathroom scales
who said life wasn't fair.
Invisible unless up close,
hidden by a yellow fug,
the cigarettes thrown in the bin
from smokers, feeling smug.
The gravedigger, like Santa,
only toils here once a year,
and tirelessly he works his spade
until all have disappeared.
His shovel cleaned, oiled, put away
and ready for next time
when the graveyard gates squeak open wide
upon the New year chimes.
No mourners toss handfuls of dirt,
no eyes are wiped in sorrow,
since all of us are well aware
the diet starts tomorrow.
Categories:
treadmills, new year,
Form: Rhyme
There is only love
when we leave the other
behind – our world of others:
Commitments deemed by
self so paramount,
we become perpetually
addicted to treadmills;
inducted wrong-tracks
adhering as a second
skin –
The rain can
fall but the plain will never
give back, if the permeable
depths irretrievably
No benefit by making
of one's self a non
irrigable desert –
having wandered too far and
stored up too little –
the well used sayings
about burning bridges
and being a spendthrift,
they apply to the heart and
soul as well--
Love often...but wisely....
Categories:
treadmills, happiness, love, meaningful, perspective,
Form: Prose Poetry
Some days, it's best to keep still!
One needs to get some rest.
And abuse of your time might make
you quite ill.
Get off-line, enjoy your time on earth,
It is, after all, the very best!
Alas, we are at Times like gerbils in cages!
We run on endless treadmills
That desire to be Number One, wildly rages.
Take time to be centered, be you,be loving and be still.
We are not our poetry, nay, we are far more than than that.
There is a world that needs tending to.
We are humans that think, and more
intelligent than any cat!
So, take a breath, relax,, close your
eyes, outdoors in your best sun hat.
8/23/2021
1
Categories:
treadmills, poets,
Form: I do not know?
Living at maximum RPM,
the world outside surrounds me
Setting traps and digging holes
to slow my motion down
I bob and weave, increasing speed,
the pitfalls deep and mighty
Hunted for the threat I pose
—their treadmills overwound
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: July, 2021)
Categories:
treadmills, freedom,
Form: Free verse
Anyone up at three in the morning,
While most humans in our world are at rest?
Poets on their penned treadmills run,
Creating beauty, having scintillating
aromatic coffees and teas, the best.
Utterly obsessed with creating beauty,yes!
Then with love and joy,so divine,
Open their yawning front doors at dawn,
To stand on tip toes and kiss the poet's
very special star...the rising sun.
Panagiota Romios
3/27/2019
Categories:
treadmills, poets,
Form: Free verse
Commingled human sweat permeates the atmosphere.
Grunts and clanging iron greet the ear.
Leotard clad women, without body fat, spring.
Pumped up upper bodies of tattooed men expand.
The smoothie bar dispenses recovery drinks.
Stationary bicycles travel miles, without leaving the room.
Joggers hypnotized by music turn treadmills.
The pulleys of the muscle machines sing.
The locker room calls after a brief and intense workout.
Does the fattest guy in the building have to walk around naked?
The jets in the spa remedy any muscle pain.
Relaxing, I watch an old woman pacing the bottom of the lap pool.
The heated pool is occupied by goggled children,
their swimming lessons taught by a woman in a sensible swimsuit.
They must conquer natural fear of the water,
and demonstrate proper swimming form, as parents look on.
A steam room awaits those who can stand the intense, wet heat.
The wooden walls of the sauna room smell of eucalyptus oil.
Water thrown over hissing, heated stones creates a wall of vapor.
They say the perspiration it induces cleanses toxins.
I am not so sure……but I will return next week.
Categories:
treadmills, healthwoman,
Form: Free verse
What it is..
What was
Meant to
Be said
Came all
To fast
From strangers
Pass
Where did
You go
Where it
Went
Let's chase
Obscene scenes
We must flee
Oh to hell
With them and
Their opinions
I've got you
Feeling me just
The way you
Said you would
Let's make a mess
Clean after we are
Dead, dead flowers
Flow into view
Like me lite and lifeless
Easily picked and
Blown away
Where could I stay
With you it's not long
Enough and then I'm gone
Ran away, what would you
Say?
Say my name, say it
Was it right?
Eight letters and three vowels
Let me see, were you successful
What it is, what it was
I hope you see right through
Realize the fool you've made me
Or maybe I was always one
With you
Whatever the case
I jumped high
I jumped deep
And where my feet land
Is where I will start running
All over again
Categories:
treadmills, lifeme, me,
Form: I do not know?
walking in I see I'm not the only one thinking,
1,2,3,4, every rep every set the body pumping,
rock in the speakers so no one starts screaming,
from the treadmills to the dumbbells every ones pushing,
we go to the gym to get away,
here we find our thoughts of the day,
no one knows no one can sees it's our way,
all our troubles in millions of sets whats there to say.
with every calorie we burn every sweat that falls,
bills are paid,all is forgiven,no longer crawling the walls,
it's how we release how we let go it's our peace of mind that is all,
we walk in with so much on our minds,
we walk out with the smile we couldn't find,
we don't find it in abuse in a bottle or looking for signs,
we find our thoughts here in the gym that is how we unwind.
Categories:
treadmills, peace, space, work,
Form: ABC
she came to me in tears
penetrated
by molesting looks and
stairs
her breath misted
the mirror
she obsessed over
weight was always felt
upon her heavy hardened brow
she stretched her arms
around
me and wept
vomiting her soul
and burning the calories
of sorrow
away
my comfort was obese
and mocking
as I trembled under
her gargantuan
blubbering
and
my heart
began
to fall
why must we conquer
this fanatic feat
up treadmills
and through
shopping malls
sliding between
large and insignificant
to rock on our backs
to crunch out
the pain of childish
teasing
and social
imagination
Categories:
treadmills, health, people, social,
Form: Free verse