Writing at the Gym

Composed 1/2/18
Description: Be careful when you’re out there working hard on your New Year’s resolutions.

Poetry
At four point five miles an hour
Is a dangerous game
But one that must be played
A goal that must be attained
Or the words will slip away
Faster
Than my feet at this droning pace

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Regarding Changes

Composed 12/31/15
Description: Obligatory New Years post. Though, not necessarily a traditional one.

We see the end of each calendar year
As a magical flip of the page
One that wipes off our lives as easily
As the numbers wiped off of our dry erase boards

But our year, our months
The way we mark the days
It’s just a human tradition

The first of our year
A constructed year
Is not divine
It just marks the time
But any time
Is a time when change
Is possible
If you wish

Why wait?
If you desire to be different
Why stumble and slumber through the year
Before being happy or proud?
Five minutes ago
You were a different person
Five minutes from now
You could be different

You not the days
Determine your steps

It’s January Again

Composed 12/29/13
Description: My intended entry for a poetry contest at wePoets Show It. The theme of the contest is “New Years Resolutions with humor.”

I originally saw the link to the contest from http://scottishmomus.wordpress.com/. I immediately loved the site, and all the opportunities they give.  So I thought I’d give the contest a shot.  Comedy might not be my best genre, but I could win an Amazon gift card, so why not? I’d do almost anything for an Amazon gift card.

Hope you enjoy!

Oh my, it’s here
That time of year
To dawn sweat pants
Get my butt in gear

Up at eight
To the gym at nine
Feeling great
And looking fine!

Kicking bad habits
Sorry, aspartame
I’m throwing my soda
Down the drain!

Cake, cookies
Chocolate moose
I’ll be trashing
You guys too

I’ll miss you
Ice cream, pumpkin pie
But I’m also kicking
Fat goodbye

So I’m off to strengthen up my core
And empty all the kitchen drawers
Wait
Mom with truffles at the door?
Well
Maybe
Just one more