I sit rotting on my phone
And as I look at the girls on my screen
Straight teeth and shiny smiles
How I long to be what they are
How I long to have a non existent waist and the legging legs there fake workouts wouldn't give me
But I don't
So I sit and I stare at there posts and I like them
but then I unlike them because something feels wrong about me liking what I will never be
but then I like them again because that shiny smile is just so perfectly likeable
And it's not there fault I hate myself
And it's not there fault I hate there straight teeth and shiny smile
Because I don't hate them
I hate me next to them
My workouts just get tougher,
The older that I get.
All the pains that I suffer,
Just trying to stay fit.
Wish I felt just like I did,
More than thirty years ago.
Back when I was still a kid,
And my muscles still would grow.
Even though I don't look bad,
For someone of my age.
The knowledge makes me sad,
That it's time to turn the page.
Though my will still compels,
At times it seems so stormy.
I'd love for someone else,
To do my workouts for me.
Off-season training
running, lifting weights
Grueling workouts
we loved to hate
Pre-season practices
10 pushups per lay-up missed
Wind sprints brought on the blisters
Complain? ~ from the team dismissed
Then came the league games
the chances for glory
No post-season without a winning record
lose too many, 'twas the end of the story
A question nobody asked back then, 'Did you enjoy it?'
Looking back, I'm glad I played, but ~ 'not even a whit!'
The one who is fit,
Is the one who will
Reach the summit
So stay safe, stay fit.
This pandemic is like a war
Nobody knows how long it will last
It is like an evil spell a witch has cast .
So we must break this spell
No matter even if we fail.
There is only one way to fight it - with fitness
Even though this fight is going to be intense.
We must fight it with full courage and strength
Our body and mind must be cleansed.
We must do workouts and exercises
And avoid burgers and french fries.
Along with our sisters and brothers
A way to beat this Pandemic, let's discover!
The real meaning of Fitness
Is our mind and body's business
When we jump, hop and run
And most importantly have fun!
rowing workouts ~ abs solution
from all the holiday pollution
Natural is the new synthetic
Its all hoax of aesthetic
Clear skin is the new frenzy
The pressure is too profound , you see!
Five to ten bottles consumed of lake
Might as well call it plastic . It’s all fake .
the “new natural” is all a trend
Get a brush and blend
this needs to mend
The workouts , the starvation
Is supposed to bring me to salvation?
The big butts and small waist
Exercising with haste
Keeping up with societies paste
Just to fit the picture of “nature”
Hour glass , a curvature.
Curls are a blessing
As soon as its broadcasted , time for confessing
The fruits and greens
Turning health into a “thing” , sigh only us teens.
Rosy red lips another spell
Society has some elucidating to do , can’t you tell
Bigger than life, though petite in the flesh,
An outlet where coolness and intellect mesh,
A mind where ideas and decisions are fresh,
She’s as hip as a justice can be.
At 85 years, she’s still sharp as a tack,
With feistiness others before her did lack.
She opened the door and there’s no going back;
Even those on the right must agree.
With her trainer, her workouts have earned her acclaim
And her night owl habits put others to shame.
Like the rapper from Brooklyn, she merits the name –
The Notorious one – RBG!*
*Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg
The neighborhood gyms
Have huge windows so we
Can observe all the workouts
And want what we see.
We’re supposed to feel guilty
We’re not in there, too
So our abs and our pecs
Could be proudly on view.
But as I pass them by
It’s not envy I feel
For the pumping and bouncing
Don’t have much appeal.
Though what strikes me is that
Back when youth was my guide
I most likely’d be one
Of those athletes inside.
Now I wonder while watching
Them cycle and spin
If they realize they’ll soon
Be the ones gazing in.
I once knew a poet named Cecile
Call her skinny and hear her spiel
I'm petite with small bones
I have fat and rolls she groans
If I called you names how'd you feel
So she decided things had to change
Lifting weights at first felt strange
Her trainer pushed gently
Encouraged intently
Her life she happily rearranged
Now building bone density and power
Her muscles sprouting like a flower
Strength is now her friend
Workouts are now her trend
It takes discipline and willpower
No longer thin rather lean and fit
Liking the changes she does admit
Active body and mind
Healthy diet combined
This lifestyle she'll never quit
06/01/2016
*I been working out for 6 months now : )
finesse a finish to
finely embellish fast wishes
friends flying with the fishes
frying fish in the flying kitchen
his rhymes were vicious
and yet silly and suspicious
glued together with
questionable superstitions
strange transmissions
how do I possess this person's vision
wordplay workouts
stretch out words and play about
play around words to stretch thoughts out
what about, I don't know
you'll have to work that out yourself
the next time you play with words
so let me stretch out my inner nerd
fool about, loop thoughts fool around
early in the morning
for my mental heath
before my next self wordy workout
I guarantee I'll be the person
you'll be talking about
I'm the name that's constantly
in your fast food full mouth
in my boxers writing nonsense
on the comfortable creative couch
smoking endless joints
from Pandora's box pouch
An ordinary rectangular wooden mirrored lid, paint-chipped and worn,
sits in my bathroom, the mirrored part having gotten spotted over time.
I often hold it up in front of me, faced away from the bathroom mirror
to check my hair and clothing from behind.
Sometimes I take it in my gym bag to check myself after workouts.
Other times it has served as a receptacle for small items such as pins or pencils.
The remnants of two gold latches, flattened now and a bit rusty,
prove that this common lid was once attached to something else;
it was a lovely jewelry box, for which the mirror served a definite purpose.
When the box was open, the mirror, upright, reflected a tiny ballerina
dancing on a center platform to the tinkle of a pretty tune.
No one would guess the sweet scene this old mirror once reflected
nor the many childhood treasures its lid covered, so why do I still hang on to it?
However ordinary it is today, this mirror inside a bulky lid gives me some small comfort. . . .
If I try, I can almost recall the times I opened the precious box beneath it
to see a ballerina twirl, accompanied by that sweet music from my youth.
She wakes and each morning is begun
With a salutation to the sun
Only one of many asanas
A meditation mantra she says
Benefits to the spirit and mind
In the yoga practice are combined
Other workouts leave us tired and sore
Sense of wellbeing yoga restores
Jogging and weight lifting not for her
To a total wellness she defers
Laughter and smiles add to yoga’s charm
Commune with Hadji to keep from harm
*For Tahera's contest
I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine. I do it all the time.
How I love to sit and read or think of words that rhyme.
But send me to the bathroom with a brush so that I'll scrub,
and I'll barely rub the ring off. Then I'll lie there in the tub.
Peek inside; you'll find me, a novel in one hand,
resting as I'm soaking in my own little Bubble Land.
Clean the oven? What a joke. The most that I can stand
is loading up the wash machine (a task that's merely bland).
Maybe run the vacuum once a week across the floor,
and quickly dab where dust is bad; most stuff I ignore.
As my jobs all pile up, housework's even more a chore.
Why must work that's physical be such a dreadful bore?
My well-ingrained aversion to utilizing muscle
does have one exception: at the gym I like to hustle.
To kick box is so fun although it makes me sweaty.
Step and dance are choreographed. For those I'm always ready.
But I wish that just as quickly as from running on a tread
I could burn up calories doing workouts in my head!