It made his muscles feel broken
Reducing his ability to move to an awkward lurching
Oh, he still left a smile bloom on his face
Now he was done with all the swimming, biking, and running proving he was made of…
Iron (an acrostic poem)
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Ground (an acrostic poem)
Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky
Really it was his muscles clenching all at once
Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped
Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted
Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed. They were too busy trying to flee, but they
Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled. “Now it’s my turn.”
Muscles (an acrostic poem)
Motivated to keep on moving
Until I can’t move anymore
Seems like a recipe for fitness
Could be, but that would mean the day after
Letting my body get its revenge
Every fiber letting me know what I did
So I sit here. sedentary, in a negotiated peace.
Rhythm (an acrostic poem)
Reaching down deep for the beat
You feel it leap through your body
The pulses making muscles ripple and contract
How can you not dance to its command?
Maybe because your feet can’t hear the …
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Fragile (an acrostic poem)
Flexible was never how Cybil would describe herself
Really she was almost as stiff as a steel beam
And yet she was nowhere as tough
Given she could simply walk down the street and pull any number of muscles
It was frustrating to want to do so much, but she just couldn’t
Looking at her you would never know
Else you might cut her some slack
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Sweat (an acrostic poem)
Sopping wet shirt dripped onto the sun-dried ground
Working through the pain in her muscles, Lynn pushed harder
Every turn of the pedals carried her farther
Already she had gone farther, faster than she ever had before
This was just the beginning, but now she needed to hydrate
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Pressure (an acrostic poem)
Pushing past the limits of her endurance
Rita kept ratcheting up the tension in her muscles
Everything was on the line this time
Success and she was set for life
Slip up and she would be homeless and broken
Urging her body to give her just a little more
Rita growled as she felt her opponent quiver
Everything after that happened so fast she didn’t know how to react
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