Triceps Poems | Examples

Sho-Me Your Guns

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

You'Re My Home

I close my eyes
So I can see you
That I'm still in your heart

I clench my hands
So I can feel you
That I'm still inside of you

I rub my heart
To ponder... that you still care for me
I call my soul
To wonder... you're my home in me

You opened my eyes,
Covered and blinded
Under the dark skies

You softened my hands,
Rough and burnt
Under the sun that dries

You revived my restless body
And lifted up my spiritless life

You brought back
The smile in me
And laughter, long buried
Inside of me

You are my home
My heart and my soul
Wherever I am
I carry you with me

I walk in your footsteps
Holding my heart with your forceps
My strength in my biceps
My shield above my triceps

Your shoulder 
Is my armor
Tempered with ardor

Your heart is my home
My heart that dwells in chrome

Callous Capillaries Cremated - Day 5

bounty bodies blush
under taunted touch
felon flesh foster
tuning tactic trigger
puking pulsing bullets
seeped'n saucy triceps

callous capillaries cremated
fiery feelings hoisted
fostering foil funeral

embalmed zeal oozes
eerie ******** fuming
at tarred ****

passion scaled peaks -
smeared smothered spree.
    '20:02:05:19:21

Note: A picture prompt.

A Small Village

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

The Cue, Clue and Glue of Mathematics

I never dreamt
Mathematics once a terror
I’ve ever learnt
From my life would delete a major error

As I struggled to make sense
Out of the labyrinth
Mathematics built from the nonsense
The terror in silly stealth

Conveyed in minds
That by dint of patience and perseverance
Gleaned from underneath concepts, processes and procedure behind blinds
Rewarded in a walk punctuated by persistence and insistence

To spawn understanding
Continually growing in incremental steps
To facilitate a commanding
Assimilation not through biceps or triceps

But through pen and paper dedicated practice
Through sweat and tears
Carving  justice
Clearing all the fears

Mathematics once held
In my brain and in my attitude
Until with misconceptions withheld
Along grew fortitude and soared my latitude

Prompting the belief
That you, too
Could cut out the mischief
That claims you’ve got no Mathematics clue.

Where Did It Go

When I look in the mirror at my figure,
I wonder, where did it go?
I once was lithe, with so much vigour,
I wonder, where did it go?
I once had a six pack instead of a keg,
I wonder, where did it go?
Biceps and triceps, strong in arm and leg,
I wonder, where did it go?
Eyes like a hawk and ears that could hear,
I wonder, where did it go?
Now it's, what's was that I didn't hear my dear,
I wonder, where did it go?
Now I'm at the age when my hormones don't rage,
I wonder, where did it go>
I think I've become another grey haired old sage.
So really I no longer wonder where did it go,
It is all still there, just hidden, by my old age.

©  Dave Timperley 15 August 2016.

Swimming - a Non Bilateral Technical Mantra

stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

climbing along the water's surface,
body turning on a skewer,
breathing bubbles,
exhaling fully,
metronomic to a viewer

stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

fingertips, wrist and elbow angled
each below the other in turn
break the surface
then pushing forward
spinning the torso in return

stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

catch before the full arm extension
pulling along the "railway track"
feel the water
hard on the forearm
and spinning the body right back

stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

continue the stroke under the 'pit
pulling the elbow high and clear
uncock the wrist
pull with the triceps
whilst pushing the hand to the rear

stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

lips breaking the top of the water
eye spying the rope of the lane  
one sharp breath in
the wrist leads the way
to start it it all over again

stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath

Muscle Memory

 Muscle Memory 

Looking in the mirror,

I am getting older;
the loss of muscle mass

Sink-holing the skin
with pockmarks and the sagging

of my triceps and hamstrings
shows me so. 

Ten pounds for every ten years, they say.
With such drastic loss of muscle memory

I soon forget how to crawl.

Chubby Love

You like most carbs and sweets
But you hate bitter gourd,
When you type your shout outs, tweets
Sixteen letters entered, ten letters
Are being alone and cold

As you say hello and wave your hands
Your triceps also say hi,
I’m glad that you lose negative pounds
Oh my darling! : ) at least you try…

Your favorite place at the mall 
Is the fitting room,
But you shine
 Like flowers in full bloom

When we walk together with hands
Embrace to each other,
We form the date of our monthsary,
Number “10” and forever

I don’t afraid in calm, cold days and nights
Because I know that you are here, by my side,
You’re my pillow, my blanket, my Bed
Your tummy makes it complete,
My future wife, I will love you till the end…

Love, even though you have your own measurements
And even rings require more gold, diamonds
Personalize…
Especially for you…

You’re so sexy… and I’m happy
That God gave me the most beautiful girl,
My heart… My destiny…

Limerick: Once a Dashing Damsel With Tough Biceps

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

Theme For a Wrestler

The crushed carapace
Adoring the hard back of crab
Let my back
Forever float a space
No matter the dingy space
And the hot stream of the teeming crowd
And at the heart of the groove and thicket
Fresh fronds will arise
Like the new bride
To kiss the morning sky
Fresh leaves with caress the sun
No matter the boulder thickness of my rival’s muscles
Thr bristling anger of his biceps and triceps
My bank shall not kiss the earth
No matter the mangrove depth of the swamp
Epithets shall wave at the sky
Before dusk
It is the battle rhythm of the valorous wrestler
In the jungle of earth battles

D I S S E C T I O N

The frog jumps from pool to puddle...
       brain-death spark
       exhibits its unconscious species net
       no more heartbeats
       the cold amphibious skin is icy...
       scalpel  drill  claw  tweezers
       cuts butter-like biceps
       triceps tympanum
       that will spend the night
       in the formol thrash can...
       radius  tibia  will be eternal
      in the skeleton stand...
      hyperclean surgical gloves
     among soap pumps
     clean hands
     all sterile
     one or two tears
     a small dignified silence
     and all has ended

Random Thoughts *47* Trois Par Huit

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
Asavvy1

Ten Reps of Ten

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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