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g clair Jan 2014
With a beaming smile that could warm the tile
She came flying down the corridor
the sun was setting, so i asked her heading
and she said, "I'm going to Florider!"

Well she seemed to like to talk
and I really love to listen
so I pressed her for the details
and her eyes began to glisten.

"I been staying in this rest home
since I lost my dear departed"
and I asked her when he died and she said,
"No, I meant my leg".

So we stood there, well I stood there and
she sat in her new wheel chair
I asked her what's her hurry.
and if she's gonna get a peg.

And she said:
"Maybe if I lose this weight~
Gotta get down to 220
but the trouble is I love to eat.
I know it's not that funny."

"I've had my share of heart attacks
and twice I had a stroke
Buried my husband and lost the house
and gee I love to smoke"

"I can't move these three fingers
but I manage in this chair
on nice days take it to the road
for excercise and air".

She went on to share her story
was from somewhere up in Queens
married twice without children
and lived well within her means.

She talked about her childhood home
and how chemicals from the pool
splashed onto the strawberry patch
and the fruit was the size of a stool.

The best of all of her stories
was one about her dad
who had worked for Sunshine Biscuits,
but once fell into a vat.

no sooner had she told me
that I knew I'd have to write
a lymric for this lady
whose smile brings such delight.

The folks at Sunshine found him
pulled him out but hound him
was one lucky catch, 'til he met his batch
when those lady fingers done nearly drowned him.
Drifton A Way Apr 2016
Your life is like a perfect girl's *** in the perfect yoga pants,

A perfect full flowing poem with only one last line to write

And that line is......

Fill in the blank_________
- Marky Cuestions¿
Graff1980 Jun 2015
It used it to be
That younger me
Loved working out

From long bike rides
To short runs at night
To long walks
From light weights
To heavy sets

Couldn’t go a single
Day without
Some sort of exercise

From nineteen
To twenty three
I was learning how to be
Healthy

From Twenty four
To Thirty one
It became a settled pattern

From Thirty two to now
I do not know how
But the energetic young one
Who had so much fun
Exercising
Is struggling to find
The same set of mind
To do
At least thirty five
Minutes a day
neth jones Nov 2015
When I passed into hibernation
My tastes began to sour
Birds of prey
And emergency vehicles seemed to attend

It's for medicinal purposes
I'm in hibernation again
For it's that time of year
I've left my blood under soup skin
And my mind's in books and pieces

Winter passes

Perhaps time to take on life once again
And the disease-beats in between ?

The seasonal change excites me
My heart beat increases
And returns to normal
My breathing quickens
My blood wakes me

The seasonal change excites me
My feet were turning black
My eyes were folded heavy
Now I'm flowing back
Victory !

My blood likes my limbs now
And I take in moisture through the skin
I lick my lips for the sensation
And my thought tilts with sin

I stretch to my full height
...but cramp up :
Hey !
This doesn't belong !

This is muffled
This is unsane !
I excercise my muscles
Then shrink back in pain
It's not meant to be ...
Hibernation once again.



Previously published [Show Thieves 2010 : An Anthology Of Contemporary Montreal Poetry - 8TH HOUSE PUBLISHING]
My mind is a muscle....
A muscle that  needs to be exercised, quite often.

Daily Intense Workouts Shall Strengthen this muscle.

Enlarging it....
Making it quite Powerful.......

Never allowing this important muscle to fall to the
Shrunken  Condition of "Weak and pitiful."

"jogging" down  the streets which are  the "books, of life's Experiences"
"pumping the irons" of the "Weight" that  "Problems Needing to Be Solved"
Push on the limits which this muscle can "pump"  and "endure"

I always "keep this muscle well toned"  Running quickly, holding tightly, and
Stretching Its limits of what my "muscle" can "hold."

I hold a smile on my facee As I  excercise my "mind"  to a stronger Future.
Lawrence Hall Aug 2017
The Existential Despair of Diet and Exercise

A banana instead of a bite of cheese
Skipping the butter on ground-acorn toast
The mocking of perfidious calories
One more notch in the belt – feel free to boast!

To the treadmill, now, with your lazy (self)
Off the cliff with those Sisyphean pounds
And a steak for dinner? – just give it a pass
Think yourself skinny, and make hopeful sounds

(Time passes)

A week of denial, now the scales – oh, da(rn):
You lost no pounds; you gained a kilogram!
Butch Decatoria Jan 2016
FAMILY CIRCUS

Death defying lunch
life in a trapeze show gasp!
fights for ringmaster


PEANUTS

Child's play tricks we played
like pigpen we ***** love,
flights of red baron.


EXCERCISE

Samoan in jeans,
bids me a good morning smirk
chews gum as he jogs.
Tintswalo Dec 2013
were the easiest thing in the world,
how satisfied would our hearts desires be? If it were a subject in school,
how many would pass the degree? Why is it said 2 be blind when it is expressed through
actions? Why is it seen through actions when we only
excercise it through speech? Why is it everlasting,when we still part our separate
ways? Why is good when most of us are too afraid 2 try? Does it really hold no bounds when requirement and
preferance are needed to convince the other? Why does it have no age if i cant be with the one i so
dearly care about because of something both u n i
can never change? Why is it said to be foolish when even the wisest and
mighty fear it? What if it were the key to heaven,how many would
walk through it? What if love were easy?

By; nduduzo k Mbele
g clair Nov 2015
With a beaming smile that could warm the tile
She came flying down the corridor
the sun was setting, so i asked her heading
and she said, "I'm going to Florider!"

Well she seemed to like to talk
and I really love to listen
so I pressed her for the details
and her eyes began to glisten.

"I been staying in this rest home
since I lost my dear departed"
and I asked her when he died and she said,
"No, I meant my leg".

So we stood there, well I stood there and
she sat in her new wheel chair
I asked her what's her hurry.
and if she's gonna get a peg.

And she said:
"Maybe if I lose this weight~
Gotta get down to 220
but the trouble is I love to eat.
I know it's not that funny."

"I've had my share of heart attacks
and twice I had a stroke
Buried my husband, lost the house
and gee I love to smoke"

"I can't move these three fingers
but I manage in this chair
on nice days take it to the road
for excercise and air".

She went on to share her story
was from somewhere up in Queens
married twice without children
and lived well within her means.

She talked about her childhood home
and how chemicals from the pool
splashed onto the strawberry patch
and the fruit was the size of a stool.

The best of all of her stories
was one about her dad
who had worked for Sunshine Biscuits,
but once fell into a vat.

no sooner had she told me
that I knew I'd have to write
a lymric for this lady
whose smile brings such delight.

The folks at Sunshine found him
pulled him out but hound him
was one lucky catch, 'til he met his batch
when those lady fingers done nearly drowned him.
g clair Oct 2014
With a beaming smile that could warm the tile
She came flying down the corridor
the sun was setting, so i asked her heading
and she said, "I'm going to Florider!"

Well she seemed to like to talk
and I really love to listen
so I pressed her for the details
and her eyes began to glisten.

"I been staying in this rest home
since I lost my dear departed"
and I asked her when he died and she said,
"No, I meant my leg".

So we stood there, well I stood there and
she sat in her new wheel chair
I asked her what's her hurry.
and if she's gonna get a peg.

And she said:
"Maybe if I lose this weight~
Gotta get down to 220
but the trouble is I love to eat.
I know it's not that funny."

"I've had my share of heart attacks
and twice I had a stroke
Buried my husband and lost the house
and gee I love to smoke"

"I can't move these three fingers
but I manage in this chair
on nice days take it to the road
for excercise and air".

She went on to share her story
was from somewhere up in Queens
married twice without children
and lived well within her means.

She talked about her childhood home
and how chemicals from the pool
splashed onto the strawberry patch
and the fruit was the size of a stool.

The best of all of her stories
was one about her dad
who had worked for Sunshine Biscuits,
but once fell into a vat.

no sooner had she told me
that I knew I'd have to write
a lymric for this lady
whose smile brings such delight.

The folks at Sunshine found him
pulled him out but hound him
was one lucky catch, 'til he met his batch
when those lady fingers done nearly drowned him.
Butch Decatoria Mar 2016
Part Four
WALKING THESE STREETS
______


PROUD

Sacrificial lamb
motivates the hearts of Men
how a son is raised.


BIGOT

Burning up with hate
like an oil spill on one's soul
heartless mouths pollute.

EXCERCISE

Samoan in jeans
bids me a good morning smirk
chews gum as he jogs.


A LIVING

homeless on my street
collecting their tin and glass
daily for some green.



HOOD
1.
Most Deaf in a mood
take cover Shotty in black
not today Chi-raq!
2.
Loud gang sign-language
take cover YOLO fingers
'cuz ****** is mute...
3.
And bullets are blind,
lightning striking down a soul,
Reaper has the hood.


VATTO

Gang signs, ink, and blood
****** in a low beamer
Cool kissing his gun.


HOT PLATE

Drink sierra's drought,
summer's heat a microwave,
cook ourselves their meal.


BLUR

Tears are no longer
loose and quick to disarray
how sight understands.



ALIEN ANT FARM
1.
A metropolis
between glass walls, our formic
art of consumption.
2.
Eyes barren within
like landscapes of the wasteful
dead as dirt highways.
3.
From Central Park bench:
dogs walk folk on jogging trails,
Crumbs and passersby.
4.
Spectres' in dark shades.
Soldier, drone, still hive alone.
Storm of silences.
5.
Window of locusts
in view of our summer fruit:
cosmic flesh so blue.


THE JOINT

For that glaucoma
red eye flights in chronic puffs
squinting all your life.
          
THE CLICK

We straight up chillin'
it's not cool to ******* school
streets teach straight "A" G's  


THE POINT

Wussup with all that?
An identity crisis.
Go find peace / of mind.


WALLS & LETTERS
1.
Wailing at God
At David and faith:
     hollow screams of human pains
  "please deliver us"
2.
Verona
"Mon ami tu vais"
your wish in calligraphy
for saints behind bricks.
3.
Barricades
The self is heavy
     with bone and chaos / need
     leaves no peace of mind.


IMAGINAL CELLS
1.
Monarch lacks her crown
awhile a worm's ugly state,
true beauty (is) within.
2.
Come chrysalis sleep
finest dreams take silken wings
at the time of death.
3.
Imagine rebirth
like feathers upon the wind,
the soul rules supreme.


BLOOD**

When broken feels raw
as a throbbing from a cut,
truth must weep as deep.
neth jones Mar 2019
You know you are wrong
when you bed me in our own litter
and The Feaster raises its head
to feed our relations with its attention
We persist
and you're having none of my boring objections
This bed has become a field
of mammal ply and spell craft
We sign out glyphs
in energies and positionings
In The Feasters eyes
we have meaning
we are positive
we glow for it
Feathers from air
we tap out
with a shared vocal hark

..in crash the mind ;
plan flown on
an excercise of oblivion
Criminal tide rising
to feel upon the doggy moon
When The Love has only known The Night Time
with little illumination
the revealed is a frightful thing ;
a Medicine and a Leviathan
Tipon Mar 2019
Humanity alarming at historic low, generation Z high

expectations 100% out of poverty. Success sound bite,

21st century. Globalization fictional future, phantom racing.

The planet is home to all humanity, seas, earth and sky. Where

do you buy your meat? Consumption, the largest beast, unfitting


discriptions what we know as civilization. Humanity, a living

creature, pointing into a direction and not knowing. Slow motion

of earth's axis, something is happening, currents' systems

burning at paces fast or too slow. Patrons of industries, count-

ing their blessings in bliss. 'Do you care' petitions, $$$$$$$$$$$$$
Climate Change & Future thoughts.
it is always there

in the bathroom,

ignored, as was the photo.

yesterday it came to light again,

every woman’s toilet,

book.

edited by mrs robert noble,

not dated, yet dated.

are artificial aids justifiable,

how to have a dimpled wrist

with excercise,

means, and massage,

a moderate diet essential.

we do not wish a muddy complexion?

no. nor to wear the years

away in sad ness and regret.

we just need an excellent lotion,

for tired eyes,

and carry on, rejoicing.

all that there is.

plus the photograph.

sbm.
jeffrey conyers Dec 2012
When the wrinkles moves in.
Will you still see the friend,
who hand you took in marriage?
Or any type relationship.

When the hair turns gray.
Will you start shading it?
Or love it the way it is?

We no longer can remain children.
This is when wisdom begins.

When you no longer can do the things you use to do.
Will you accepts the facts that you'll no longer younger?
But have more knowledge to advise.

Yes, the aches will come.
Even when you excercise to stay physical.
But accept the facts.
Just don't go and get plastic surgery.
Cause your age will still exist.
You must remember this.

No amount of physical upgrade can change it.
Just remember, this is when wisdom begins.

Along the way you will gain some friends.
And lose a few.
God never planned forever life to you upon earth.
But showed you the way to stay eternal by his words.

When your vision becomes blur.
Or your hearing isn't heard very well.
Just know it's time catching up to you.

While saying life is great.
God planned it this way.
Even when the teeth begins to go.
Unless you're a lucky soul.
It always shocks me that people love
My poetry.
When you are enveloped in flaws
And develop through,
Get this,
Critical thinking,
You find yourself a self same mess
Just getting older and clinging to
The chemical bliss your brain elicits
When someone says yes,
This poem is something I loved.
It's an addiction, honey, but it's worthless,
For the second it arrives my consciousness
Comes in with three different thoughts,
First the emotional and egotistical
I'm the best why isn't there more love,
and then the collusion rational,
My personal poetry is meaningless to
Others except by a voyeuristic view,
There is no intrinsic value,
Finally, always, the doubt and internal
Degradation. This poetry is really
Nothing at all. Just failures like
Adam grasping for straws reaching for God
But I aspire to nothing really,
And I don't care much about anyone or
Anything anyways
I just want to be special. And it's easy.
And the talent does sometime flow nicely.
But it gives me nothing. No bread on my table.
At what point does therapy and sharing
Just excercise my own limitless desire
For pleasure and devotion.
So many counter opinions so many theories
But every time my mind acts the same
I'm just a disgusting human with a
Dastardly perspective and I enforce it on
You in lines and rhymes to be God in your
Mind if only for a little while.
And I always think,
For those this bothers most,
How shocking it is that people
Love my poetry.
Tipon Mar 2019
You disappear, it is technology. The blue sky, white & blue.

The world, animation. Scale, a question, weird science. From

here to the next, momentum high. Memory, Marlyn Monroe. A

favourite, Jimmy Dean. The platform age, on running. Personal,

working projects. You disappear, technology is your answer.
L Seagull Jan 2017
To inhale and release
Or to excercise and be an adult
Maybe to write the list of chores
So I can pretend I am an adult
While rebelling against it
Maybe inhale and go to gym
Oh... but then I'll be tied in knots
From sweaty dudes looking at me
It makes me angry
Worse off when they start talking to me
Why do they get me so angry?
Why did that narcissistic *** gay colleague of mine
**** me off so much - I know that beach is competitive
But I thought our cause should make us a little
Bigger than weighing ourselves on the scale of
Who is the most popular
I used to think highly of him
Now I got a little war going on
And there is even something satisfying about it
My other colleague stupidly aligned with
The gay ***** so I showed her a little dramma
You know - a heartbroken kind of drama
Oh she felt so bad, following me all doggy eyed
**** her she deserved it
I was actually kind to her
Now she feels like ****
Because she's been bullied most of her youth
And it's hard to flip from victim into an *******
Many things make me angry
Thinking about getting angry makes me angry
I shall inhale
Goodbye
Nothing wrong with being gay (I am bisexual myself), just don't like ****** immature people. As for the rest - sometimes I need a beak from being thoughtful and serious
JAM Jan 2014
Simple to unsimplified until you realized you were believing in your own lies
Took off the disguise looked in the mirror and saw your own eyes
Not one, not two, not even three try's could materialize the ideas you try to rectify
Please specify

What I... am

If I... can't

Recognize or at least be hypnotized to believe in lies
I'd sometimes rather be stupified than be the wise
Instead the unclear gets by next thing you know it's not him, but me that died
Not her, but you that cried, not exactly what I
Visualized, it's just mental excercise for the unjustified to be justified

-J.A.M
jeffrey robin Oct 2015
.


A poem

That does not describe

Some young girl

Trying to justify her

Meaningless    Mundane

Existence

By indulging in some

Fantastical description

Of an imaginary love

Is not not a real poem at all


But is merely an intellectual excercise

Using words

To describe some useless abstract concept

Such as

Beauty

Or Truth

Of Human Dignity

( or some such nonsence )

and these poems

Are hardly fit for reading



A poem that doesn't make you think

I WANT **** RIGHT NOW !

is certainly no HP poem


But is just a bunch a letters

Strung together

By some sexless buffoon



You aren't really a human being

Without endulging yourself

In drugs

***

& pain

)(

& I praise all you

Who have wasted your lives

In your excesses

And in your ability

To hurt yourselves

Unceasingly
As the dawn break,

Don’t wait…

Start the top priority work..

Enjoy 80:20 principles..

Grab an energy drink..

A little excercise..

A cup of motivational readings..

And start…

Let you to control the technologies..

Start…your work like a quantum goals…

Before technologies control you…

Control the technologies…

Don’t let technologies decide your day…

rather you decide how to use the luxurious technologies…

Relax,

Enjoy the fuel of body…The Will power..

Judiciously….

Cheers!!!
When I was younger I walked in the Meadow, a beautiful place that was actually called Sunken Meadow, located along Route 25A and Sunken Meadow State Parkway.  I entered through a break in the fence and took long walks.  I saw a Unicorn there.  I spied it from a distance as it grazed peacefully on some grass.  I just kept walking.  I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply as I walked.  It was a quiet, secluded area of Meadow but full of life, and rarely would I see another person walking.

I don't know why, maybe for the simple reason that I was not enthralled by the Unicorn or perhaps it was because I really was something of a ****** at the time (now that I think of it, I believe there is a tale of a Unicorn that can only be caught by a ******, because it comes and lies in her lap or something like that), but anyway, I certainly was not enthralled by the Unicorn, and for whatever reason it fancied me and came and walked beside me.  I lit another cigarette and rolled my eyes.  Unicorns are for girls whose fathers buy them brand new shiny sports cars, Unicorns are for girls that giggle a lot and although they look good, they don't have brains and so have to have Unicorns.

As I walked, the Unicorn walked beside me.  So I started noticing that it had an elegant beauty, its white body full and alive.  It had very pretty blue eyes that reflected unlimited possibilities.  Its horn seemed to attract butterflies, as I noticed there were quite a few, more than usual butterflies fluttering about.  In essence, I did notice that the creature was quite extraordinary, but I assure you I still was not enthralled, and it had absolutely nothing to do with me.

I continued to take my walks, always bringing a pack of cigarettes, and smoked as I walked.  There would be the Unicorn walking beside me.  I guess I just sorta, kinda got used to it walking beside me.  Still, for God's sake, it didn't mean anything.

One day the white horse quickened its pace to a steady trot gaining ground in front of me.  It kept turning its head back to look at me as if it wanted me to run with it.  I figured it just wanted to see if I could catch up with it and keep up with it, and so I began to run.  I had always been a fast runner and took first place in the 500 yard dash, always completing the marathon races as well.  I ran beside it for awhile, not taxing myself in the least and when it slowed back down to a walking pace, I too slowed my pace and continued to walk.  I laughed in the sunshine that day and said to the horse outloud, "Oh, I know how to run!"

This went on for some time.  I took my walks regularly and always out of nowhere came the white horse strolling beside me.  One day, the Unicorn stopped and stood still right in the middle of the grassy path and lowering its front legs to the ground, it bowed its head and seemed to be offering me a ride upon its back.  A kind of confusion welled up inside of me as I at first considered it might be fun to ride upon the white horse, but then secondly I considered that I had no affinity or interest in such a creature and surely there must be some mistake.  A great distrust and anger came over me.  "You stupid, stupid thing," I exclaimed.  "Get away from me," I yelled in a loud and angry voice.

And so the Unicorn gracefully rose to its feet and took several calm steps away before rearing itself up on its hind legs, neighing loudly as it ****** its head up towards the heavens.  I could see that in that moment its horn emanated a bright white light.  It all happened so fast.  When it came down, back to the ground, it turned and began to gallop and then bolted like lightening deep into the Meadow's woods.

Heck, I was glad it left and relieved.  I never wanted that thing around me in the first place.  Anyway, I was just a girl, and I drove a beat up 1969 Chevy with rust spots that I purchased myself.  I was a bit shaken up by the whole thing, so I lit another cigarette to calm my nerves, and after that I went home.  I never went back to the Meadow after that day.

In the years that  followed, sometimes I would see a figurine of a Unicorn somewhere or I would be at a friend's house and they would have a picture or a painting of a Unicorn.  I would get a funny feeling for a moment, but then would think to myself, "What is the big deal?"  I saw a Unicorn once. So what?

That was years and years ago.  It's even been years since I even acknowledged a painting or likeness of the white horse with the silly horn sticking out of its head.  I mean, what exactly is a Unicorn, anyway?

So they say whoever controls the past controls the future, and I do believe there is a song that says the future is all the past or maybe the song says the future is all but past.  But I have never been so very good with the working out of Chinese puzzles.  As the years progressed, I matured.  Instead of drinking alcohol in over-abundance every chance I got, I drank bourbon on occassion and in moderation.  Instead of smoking cigarettes in excess, I smoked one or two cigarettes in the evening before retiring to sleep.  I no longer wore blue jeans but cotton slacks, which I ironed before putting on.  I mellowed, and the mellowing was a wonderful thing.  I became busy in my work and did well.  I was somewhat introverted because of the nature of my work, and I spent long hours indoors not getting a whole lot of excercise.

One day I decided I would start taking some walks for excercise and good health.  It had been years since I had even been in a Meadow, but I managed to find a pretty Meadow much like the one in my younger days.  I had to drive all the way across town to get there, but it was worth it.  I began to take walks there and delight in the surroundings.  I started feeling somewhat hearty though I had picked up the terrible habit of smoking regularly again.

One sunny afternoon as I was walking along at a steady and even pace, I thought I saw part of a white horse through some of the bushes.  My heart started to beat rapidly, and for one moment I had the feeling of understanding something that I had never understood, but the feeling was fleeting, and it escaped me.  And there it was.  Was it the same Unicorn?  No, it was not the same Unicorn, and it was a different Meadow, but it was a Unicorn, and it was walking beside me.

I just kept walking, pretending that nothing had changed, but my heart was beating strongly in my chest and I was elated that the white horse was beside me.  I wanted to look at it, but I could not.  Instead, I spied casual glimpses of it as we walked, turning my head just slightly as if I were only turning to view a bush or tree that was coincidentally in its direction but certainly having nothing to do with the blue-eyed creature itself.

We walked for some time as I secretly enjoyed my company more than I can ever say.  Then the White Horse went into a steady trot, turning its head back to look at me as it slowly gained ground ahead of me on the path.  As the distance between us widened, I started to run to catch up with it, but I couldn't run very well because it had been 15 years since I ran and I had been smoking too heavily and lost my breath easily.  I mean, I tried to run, but my body just couldn't do it.

I started to laugh.  "I am old," I exclaimed out loud, and tears just started running down my face as my laugh backfired somehow in my emotions, and I started to cry.  I fought the cry off as best as I could, but a great knot was forming in the center of my throat choking me and I was losing the fight and that is when I started crying and hollering at the Unicorn to slow down but I knew it wouldn't slow down, I knew it was just going to keep gaining ground in front of me until it was so far ahead of me and then gone.  I was a pathetic blubbering mess of tears and snot running out of my nose as it went further and further away and then disappeared.

For one moment there, I had had this vision of running beside it again, even grabbing hold of its mane and jumping on its back.  How ridiculous of me, I thought.  I couldn't even run.  And with that, I fell to my knees and released my great loss in a surrendering cry, a loss that I did not even understand in the first place.  An all-encompassing defeat and loneliness came over me like a black cloud and a deep well of emptiness filled my being.

Its mouth slobbered all over my elbow, and it nudged me gently with its nose on the back of my shoulder as it stood once again beside me.  "Quit slobbering all over me for God's sake," I said to it, as a kind of half laugh half cry sound came out of my mouth.

The Unicorn lowered its front legs to the ground, its head bowing slightly as its horn emitted a luminous, white light.  I got up off of my knees and went beside it, pausing for a moment as I looked into its blue eyes.  I swung my leg over its firm body straddling it as it gracefully got to its feet.  It stood for a moment as if to say, "Behold the woman on the Unicorn."  I stroked its neck with my hand and arm and petted its mane as we began to move along at a steady pace down the grassy path of the Meadow.

The End.
Copy Right Lynn Guevrekian
Short Story Fiction
Creative Writing
cigarette smoking is bad for your health.
there is  a need to pace about, wave the paper,

move the arms. need to pause and       counter

act. if this reading thing                      will work.



maybe moving eliminates the standing       still,

precisely that  leads to a self concious       pose.



the need to read is ready. rehearsals held each day

focus                                                     on the oak tree.



alongside reading then, is a little light excercise



plus a method of solidarity.



sbm.
Maddy Oct 2022
Walking is excercise and means to destress
With Mother Nature as company I am off
Charity miles tracker so ASPCA gets funding for every mile
Listening for bird songs
Buying a bag of nuts for the squirrels in park
Placing them under trees and by fences
One little one looking for food hid in his tree
Quietly watching for the sweetheart to climb down
Happily munching on what left I behind
Sunday walks in October

C@rainbowchaser2022
Druzzayne Rika Jun 2023
I think you should show your teeth,
Open them wide, for me to see
Please follow through,
And stretch your lips wide towards extremes
Stretch it horizonally
Keep it the way for as long you can hold


Now if you do follow through my instructions
then tell me one thing,
what are you smiling at?
It is not a funny thing on internet
But just an exercise to check
if your lips can excercise.
Maddy Jan 29
Walking is the best excercise especially when it clears your head, heart, and mind
One can focus and reflect quietly
Being caring,honest,kind,and sweet are assests
Given the current world,
One can be abused and used easily
Even by those they love
Being taken advantage of is hard to swallow and accept
Still recovering from that
So Nature and her children have befriended me
Walking write
Kath Milne May 2020
I'm looking out the window, clouds and birds go by
I haven't seen a plane for days, they're not allowed to fly
People are in hiding, afraid to go outside
I took a walk for excercise, not a soul in sight
I miss the friendly faces, the hugs and how are you?
The sadness of so many lost, it breaks my heart in two
But the country came together,
To make a better place
So when we all come out of this, we'll be proud of the human race

— The End —