Showing posts with label muscle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label muscle. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 January 2018

Anyone for the gym?

So, I sauntered off to the gym,
Not really expecting to see a guy named Jim,
Even if many went there for the trim,
It was a feast of muscle filled to the brim.
To some classes, I got to late,
Before to music we repetitively did gyrate,
To exhaustion, we inflate and deflate,
Not once did the trainer berate,
I realised I didn’t know right from left,
My rhythm not anything near deft,
In sweat to my body, my clothes were cleft,
This was before we had much to heft.
For all the sizes there on show,
It was the Muscle Marys in afterglow,
Preening and prancing on the weights with gusto,
A distraction from the general flow.
Some exercises seem so tough,
Tugging on muscles that make you gruff,
With time and grit, you’re trim and buff,
The result of many a huff and puff.


Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Thought Picnic: What Makes Men Attractive?

The appreciation of the art of man

For as long as one could contemplate the whole idea of beauty, slim and skinny seemed to be the thing that captured the mind’s eye.

The masculinity or femininity was almost immaterial, there was just something about being lean and it gave the reason to find more meaning in the person.

The athletic exuded bodies that made you want to spend the rest of your living days in a gym, breaking sweat like Niagara Falls until all fat fell off and Michelango’s David stepped forward in the flesh.

O, the dancers, they were in a different world, from classical ballet to contemporary dance – many older will quite easily pass for half their age, their bodies sculpted by the regimen of movement and the discipline that has kept them at peak condition.

No rule, just perception

The way people carry themselves does matter too; the fickle engagement with manner of dress goes with the detail of gait, the bearing of the face ranging from juvenile with disinterest to rugged but unruffled and uncluttered with hairs.

Tall is good, smile is heartening, speech is welcome and maybe there is a friend in the stranger that made you steal a second and almost lingering look, the glasses having lost their function for reading to assume that for closer inspection from afar.

For all the uniqueness and difference in experiences one might have had that does not gel with the norm or the usual, your heart seems to skip a beat as you ask yourself – What makes men attractive?