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I assume you once danced the Cabaret
By how you strut your Flexi-Form abroad
This I figure on weeks-by-two per se
The Ardent Friend your Fervour can behold
T'was the Charm which every Fruit can discuss
And win many Smiles for a Pint or Ink
Telling us flat, Life can take us that Far,
In a Bus run by Monday's Downey Sink
Was it wrong to know the Inner-Woman-You
That Principle so many Thinkers deny:
"******-Hub! Buck-Forth! Lev, Lev, Lub, Lub, Le, Loo!
Then Drink your Bub-Clouds to Barrels on high!"
Nah, Forgive my Fishes, Sir! I bestate
You're one Sav Foretainer - Dance with me, Mate!
#rustyrockets
judy smith Apr 2016
Who says you can't arm twist yourself into doing practically anything? Victoria Beckham — stylish mum, fashion empire czarina and social diva — took that notion a **** few notches higher as she posted a picture of herself on a sofa on a photo sharing site, leg extended high above her head at 90 degrees. The picture went viral immediately with a huge buzz around her impressive flexibility. She captioned the photo, 'It's amazing what you can do in culottes...those ballet classes are paying off!' (sic) It's not the first time she has showed off her moves. Last year in Singapore too, she kicked her stiletto-clad feet into a high pose as she relaxed on a sofa.

These celebs are advocating it, too...

Posh Spice aka Victoria isn't the only one. British actress Kelly Brook showed of her flexi *** on her sitcom show. Actresses like Reese Witherspoon and Jennifer Aniston have also taken up exercise regimens that stretch their bodies to the limit. Angelina Jolie's workouts are said to include the stability ball leg, squats and kickboxing, known build flexibility and balance. Jessica Biel is a firm follower of her five days a week cardio with strength training and pilates classes that have been credited with getting her such a lean ***. And Megan Fox ensures she is flexible, too.

Advantages of being stretchy

Being flexible and stretching out is not the realm of just gymnasts, athletes or swimmers. Anyone can and should be like that, for it's not just before starting a workout that one faces tight hamstrings and a sore back and neck. These are issues that plague those with sedentary jobs as well. Thus, flexibility can help in gym training and dealing with the stressors of everyday life. It also helps the body to heal. Increased flexibility also leads to improved posture. Once the earlier tightness goes away you start to sit right and walk better, too.

How Much?Stretching muscles twice a week is enough to build overall flexibility.

For anyone

A common myth is that being flexible will only work with younger people. It is actually for anyone of any age

Exercises to help you get there

Chest dumbbells: Lie flat on a bench, holding dumbbells in either hand. Now lift the dumbbells overhead together and slowly bring them back. This stretches the pectorals.

Abs stretch: Sit on the ground with the ankles facing each other and the knees flexed. Now put pressure on the knees and press them to make them touch the ground. Hold this for 20 seconds and repeat.

Shoulders delt: Hold the elbow of one arm with the other hand and pull the elbow across the chest. Hold and repeat for the other hand.

Curling cat: Kneel down on all fours and curl the back upwards in the same position. Hold this and start again. This increases flexibility of the back.

Hamstring stretch: Place your leg on any raised area in front you, like a stool or chair. Now, extend it straight without bending the knees and bend the torso to touch the toes. Hold for 15 seconds and repeat.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne
Steve D'Beard Jul 2013
If the Scots
get independence
will we get better ****?

I'd vote for that.

Maybe the 'silent majority' are like ...

hospitals, schools, fish,
whisky, natural energy
blah blah

The good folk in Scotland
have been drip-fed the
worst **** in history:

coated in chemicals
bath rinsed
molasses
spare car tyre
plastic
flotsam

***
seriously

No wonder -
Bammed (right up)
Givin it
Havin it
Lovin it
is why
bands & DJs
Love to Play:
'up for it'

'Hey MoJo's
share some of
that MTV love'

anything that's called
Council Hash
and accepted as the norm
reeks of class politics;

ah they won't mind
the **** end o that
they're the Scots

The Scottish Government
should embrace
a new Scotland
and the people in it

We want lots of things:
one of which is
better ****.

Crime will drop:
- sniffing car tyres for a hit
- sales of Buckfast
will fund the entire
South East of England.

Scotland could lead the world
in upcycling as
Rizla fails to meet demand.

Our days would be so radically different;

auto flexi time
carbon neutral

trams with comfy seats
systematically
mathematically
go faster
than walking:
a mode of choice

I'd vote for that

...
So here I am,
Sitting on a Everhard Rock
Minding my own Personal Business
Riveting my Eyes to the vast, distant Grassland
And withered Trees shaking for liveliness.

The Wind, flowing free and gay
Rustling Leaves in every same way
Tornadoes of small sizes spin them round-and-round
Till every last Sheet of them is never found.

As my Sight continues to scan every Natural Being
The Sunlight's spectrum heats my forehead's gleaming.

Summer if you may say,
But I do not:
Breezy Atmospheres, Falling Leaves
Make it all Impossible
And Animals in terms of Dying Grounds
Begin to rot.

In all Sudden Time
I felt quite bored
Maybe if I raised my God-Given Hands
I could sing to your Praise, O Lord.

Then I stood,
Breathing in that precious Air
Filling my tender Lungs with Fresh Feelings
And my Brain with Shattered Flares.

Trot, walk, trot, walk,
There was a Time that I didn't stalk
My Progressive Mind began to accumulate Stoney Thoughts
Something...That involves my Nature
Without getting caught.

WHOOSH!
My Back felt that forceful Breeze
Thinking of me as one oppressed Stone
And pushed me towards the Lowlands
With its Frosty Whirls that made me freeze.

Herds of Cows mooing
And Cockrels ****
A Menagerie of Sounds
That I never tried to mock.

For in those Sounds
Symbolise Nature's way to auduce
Those Tenacious Vibes wiggle my Eardrums
Making my Restless Heart feel Joy.

My Humiliated Uncle
Always seeks Help
A Thank You is what I get
Whenst helping a Whelp.

Father, my Noble Roots
Dig-up for Space
For our Everyday Food
As we carry them as Loot.

Mother, my Beloved
Cooks for our Family's Meal
And calls us Everyday in Time
Reminding us that Supper...Is perfect Mead.

Cousins, Brothers, Sisters and Babes
Become my Best Companions
Never leave me alone in Misty Loneliness
So they asked me to Play; so I joined
And accept their Loving Tenderness.

These are all my Boons
Of the Mother's Greatest Gift;
Nature: For she is a Mother too
And Family - thank God - do I have one
Which I promised to bond with them like Flexi-Glue.

In this Still Day my Heart sings
The Beauties of our Lord's Greatest Creation
Including Me
In One, Holy Ring.

This Supple Mystery
I haven't known
Since the Final Preface of It
Hasn't shown.

Nevertheless,
I am content with what God has given Me
In all His Merciful, Holy Time
He made me what I am to be.

I Myself, in very frank Thoughts
I realised are Part to what God has given me
The Difference from Others is that I'm Immortal
Which makes me rich in Everlastiness.

Spitefully speaking
All Things, in Everyone's name must die
There is a Great Beginning and a Despairful End
One which a Soul cannot escape and lie.

We People, even I
Cannot be delivered from Death.
Our Bodies will soon find itself in Decaying Matter,
Leaving our Precocious, Material Wealth.

But Hope,
Will always last long.
Bodies may die in vain,
But our Souls will always be FREE.
Sadness may exist in Triumph
But Joy will still come in Glee.

Nature too, can be called to the Reaper's Scythe
Grass proudly swivering in the Wind cut-down,
Heaven and Earth can be called to Time
But God's loving Hope and Peace can never be called to Death.
A family of trees
Stays true to its roots
Sinks deep to quench a thirst
Ancient and insatiable
Determined to be stable
As well as free
Branch these crooked fingers out to the sky
And the sun shines a smile
On each weary leaf
Glistens a energy
That livens up each stem
They stiffen to attention
And soak the wisdom in
The very core of their being is lifted
levitating
Rippling out into new possibilities
The struggle and competition
For nutrients is endless
But the urge to live is powerful
Graced with rain
The dew spheres dance
swaying and swelling in the  cells

The spacious forest
Turns to thickets
Location gives advantages
The privileged grow greedy
And the rest grow weedy
Flexi fibers lack the strength
To stretch upward any longer
Their core too encumbered
In the absence of the sun
They begin to live in the shadow of another
Their limber bodies swoon
Curving down to the ground
The weight of the world
Resting heavy on their tense shoulders
The rest continue to gravitate to a ball of fire
Like a moth to a flame
Absorbing a lovely nectar of truth
But soon the heat begins to penetrate
Deeper and deeper into their thick skin
Scorching
******* out all that love within
Fire breathes into the family
The dragon gains speed
And feeds on the dead needles
Before leaping into the canopy
In unity they stand tall
Individually they fall
But even if you burn this down
And a phoenix grows from the ashes
The cones would not spread life
Without the aid of a fire breather
And the cycle of life begins once again
Every tree germinated and reborn
With new eyes and open arms
Ready to let the wild nature of life
Back into their souls
Chris Balase Jan 2022
Lemme flex my mom
My earliest memory is her holding me close, in a nipa hut somewhere in Cavite, I was probably 2 years old, the smell of pouring rain outside, the banging of the wind, and the song "Welcome to the family" playing inside our mildly lit house. I've never felt more secure than that night.
When I was 6, she gave me one of my strongest skills: English Fluency. She said that if I learn to master this language, people will think I'm smart, and that I could go to places because of this. She taught me how to think logically, how to be technical, and to always grab an opportunity while it's available. Her wisdom was beyond her years.
Then I remember pouring all my insecurities to her as a teenager, dad was working abroad and she was the source of both love and strength. She protected us, provided for us, shouldered everything on her own.
She moved abroad to find work. She and dad lived there until June of 2016.
Then when they came back, I saw her with signs of Alzheimer's, it was irreversible. I remember being broke that year, she (in spite of her sickness) walked up to me and handed me 20 pesos, she smiled and whispered "Anak, sa iyo yan, kain ka." it was as if her old self broke off from her sickness for the last time and for a few minutes I saw my mom again. A version of her youth, a version full of hope and kindness.
The last time I saw her was when I visited her last October. Before I left, she held my wrist, pulled me inside the kitchen, knowing that I was about to leave she said with a smile "Are you going to your work?" then I said " Yes ma, but I will some back."-- A promise I was not able to fulfill.

Now her ashes are no more, fragments of her memory will always linger...

So  let me flex my mom. A mother like no other. The strongest, most caring, most assertive, most empowering woman in my life.
You will always be in my heart.
Mother's day 2020
nivek May 2017
time was always an imposition
ate into your very soul

a poet cannot be contained
restrained, reigned in.

its the kind of job
needs flexi hours

as a summer needs rain
so a poet freedom.
Jordin Jan 15
Mother my mother, the rain to my cover.
Mother my mother, my boat to my rudder.
Mother my mother, bright like the colour.
Mother my mother, your death make me shudder.

Mother my mother, not from the gutter.
Mother my mother, flexi like flubber.
Mother my mother, oh stretch like the rubber.
Mother my mother, oh change like the summer.

Mother my mother, no please don’t suffer.
Mother my mother, no please no bother.
Mother my mother, she's not my lover.
Mother my mother, but boy do I lov er.
As far as I am aware this is one of the first poems I had ever written.
More specifically, It is the second poem I have ever written and the first poem in the phase in which poetry makes itself known to me and begins to take over my life.

The core idea here is the contrast and relationship between the Archetypal / Symbolic / Mother of the Depths and the Biological / Literal / Mother of the Times. As well as containing a kind of quantum fuzziness in which it oscillates, alternates, and dwells in a kind of superposition. The first 3 words in every line reference this via "Mother My Mother".
"My" is a possessive term and so "My Mother" references The Biological / Literal / Mother of the Times.
Whereas "Mother" speaks to The Mother which speaks to The Archetypal / Symbolic / Mother of the Depths.

(WARNING: DEEP DIVE AHEAD)

This poem was in part a way to work through my feelings & a natural response as I did.
I felt this tension between the natural attachment one has for one's mother of the times & the attractive force to going deeper into a relationship with the mother of the depths.
I felt like this attachment was a kind of ******* & my psyche was calling me to reduce the attachment & in doing so I would naturally increase the depth of the relationship with the mother of the depths.

I produced some visuals in accordance with this poem and I think they are quite helpful in speaking to the essence & motivation of the poem.

In the visual, there are 2 boys & two mothers.
One boy & mother are human-like.
The other is spectral & shadow-like.
On the far left stands the mother of the times.
On the far right stands the mother of the depths. The respective boys stand in between the mothers. So moving left to right in a kind of sequence we have The Mother of the Times, The Human-like Boy, The Spectral Shadow-like Boy, and The Mother of the Depths.
Both mothers look on & watch over their children yet the Mother of the Times is far more attached to her children and sometimes detrimentally so. This is suggested in the visual by The Mother of the Times holding her hand out yet her hand is bound to the head of the human-like boy. The Mother of the depths has no such attachment; she watches over & stays behind.

So the poem in a way speaks to the state of attachment which motivated the poem but also perhaps suggests the way the state will change as one reduces attachment & increases connection with the Mother of the Depths.

Thus in a kind of Jungian context, it speaks of "the way of which is to come" and is rather synchronistic given the poems that follow speak of this process of encountering the Woman or Mother of the Depths & Triggering a Renewal or Rebirth of sorts.

(WARNING: DEEPER DIVE AHEAD)

Another point of synchronicity is in terms of this anomalistic day count increase...

So for a while now, maybe 7-8 years or so there has been a continual stream of creative insights. Eventually, I began to organize my creative insights according to what day it was rather than have them all bunched up. At first through the typical way of the calendar date but later through the unique day count relative to how many days I have been on this earth.

I didn't realise it at the time but from the day before this poem came & the day after that day, the count leaped 900 days moving from Day 8099 to Day 9000.

This has only been done once and seems to suggest perhaps a kind of synchronistic phase shift.

Therefore it seems to speak of two times.
There is the old time count which is a number to reflect how many days I have been on this earth.
There is this new time count where it is the same amount of the days but there has been this anomalistic change to the state of the count.

As things progressed I wanted to represent both day counts with a single day count using notation. I thought I could do this via the symbolic specification of the transformation.

Specifically, I thought I could use an Acronym T as a way to speak to this object of under an arbitrary Transformation.

So where Day 8100 is the Day after Day 8099 in the old day count phase and Day 9000 is the Day 8100 in the new day count phase, Day 9000T speaks to both.

So whenever I use the acronym T in this way, at the very least that is what it speaks to. Just think of T as transformation and transformation as in under an arbitrary transformation.

As time went on I later realised that this notation also preserves the symbolic integrity of other day counts.

For instance, take this year 2024.
For each of us each additional year increments 365 days to our count. Now of course we are not all born on the same day and our total count is not the same. Your count might be something and mine might be another.

We can also think about things at the societal scale.

Let's say you have lived 7305 days on earth.
That is 20 years if every year is 365.25 days.
Let's say the sum of those days falls on the last day of the year 2024. You may be 7305 days old but the society you live in is older than that.

If you take it at the start of Western Canon by Candidate of Date of Birth of Homer it is approximately (2024 + 800) * 365.25 = 1,031, 466.

That is just one date for the beginning of civilization. You can get other appropriate dates for when human civilization begins.

The invention of writing is a decent one.
So lets say 3400BC which would be (2024 + 3400) *365.25 = 1,981,116

Or perhaps you want to draw the line further back.

Another good date is the construction of the First Temple given how important Gods were early on in providing the unifying story to bind us into greater numbers.
So let's say 12000 years ago.
So 12024 * 365.25 = 4,391,766

Or say you want to go all the way back to the beginning of **** Sapiens given after all we are a Society of **** Sapiens. Maybe a decent estimate is around 300,000 years ago.
In which 300000 * 365.25 =  109,575,000

So here we have 4 core approximations for the day count of our society relative to the symbolic frame of reference. The Day & The Day after is something like this.
D109575000 & D109575001 (Societal Day Count Via **** Sapien Day Count),
D4391766 & D4391767 (Societal Day Count Via First Temple Day Count),
D1981116 & D1981117 (Societal Day Count Via Invention of Writing Day Count), and
D1031466 & D1031467 (Societal Day Count Via Beginning of Western Canon Via Homer).

Bringing it back into the personal reference sphere:

The oldest Human Being Recorded lifespan is 122 years & 164 days or 44724.5 days or if we round down 44724 days.
So on the last day of that person's life (Jeanne Calment of France) specified or otherwise would sit at D44724 and the next day if she could have gone on would be D44725.

Now obviously you are not 122 years old and so your day count no matter your age is some fraction of that number.

Now suppose we want to preserve the symbolic integrity of the day.
In other words, we don't just want to reduce it to the day count according to a single transformation or frame of reference but the day count abstracted from any single transformation or a day count connected to the set of day counts under the set of transformations.

Like we did above we could speak about this and denote it using an acronym T where at the very least T means Transformation which means under the set of transformations or Under any Transformation.

So Jeanne Calment of France Day Count on her very last day was D44724 but if Jeanne wanted to symbolically preserve the integrity of the day she could speak of it as D44724T.

Which both is:
The Day according to Jeanne Lifespan.
The Day according to Our Society Via Beginning of Western Canon Via Homer.
The Day according to Our Society Via Invention of Writing.
The Day According to Our Society Via construction of the First Temple.
The Day According to Our Society Via Beginning of **** Sapien.
And even more abstract day-counts beyond that.

For instance, even though it is unspecified it is the same day as the day according to the observable universe. Which given its approximate age of 13.8 billion years would make that day 5040.45 billion...
Which is Day 5,040,450,000,000 or something around that. So the Day count for our Universe is D5040450000000 And the Day after is D5040450000001.

So Jeanne simply through the addition of an acronym T which stands for transformation which at the very least Symbolises Under any Transformation and thus preserves the integrity of the day not confined or reduced to a single frame of reference…
Jeanne can symbolically get all this & more from D44724T & D44725T.

This is what I am speaking to when I use the D & the T in my title.
Usually, there is an identified day count associated.
In cases where there is not, I use a parametrised day count using the notation of ?T.

There is another sub-utility to using T at the end here and that is in regards to errors of counting.
For instance, let's say a week has passed.
But on two of the days, I accidentally incremented by 2 instead of 1.
Now the count is offset.
Yet given we have already accounted not just for a transformation but the set of transformations, under that transformation of +2 it is the same day count.

So for me at the very least:
It helps in connecting the day counts when I mess up the counting.
It helps in connecting the day counts regarding the anomalistic increase of 900 days.
It helps in connecting to perspectives beyond my own and connecting to how my day count fits into the larger day counts not to mention making it far easier by not having to use numbers in the millions, billions & even trillions, or more.

This is why despite not being an accepted convention I do & will continue to represent my days with D?T.
It is a more Global way to think about Days & Daycounts.

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