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I guess that's what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn't look at my face once. I was humiliated.

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poem by Caasder Fronds
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After Listening To A Friend

okey, i got a basketball
for a tummy
and you advise that i
take the exercises
you tell me: stretches
ball, abs, i have to do
abs in 20-repetitions
regularly everyday
got to eat less carbs
more fresh veggies
more fruits to detox
my ugly body
avoid stress take yoga
chant and have my
private peace
gym must be regular
must have discipline
no smoking and
strictly no alcohol

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Understanding Her Love

He had taken a firm stand
To prove that he was a macho man.
He built his body and tightened his abs
To make them look like the bricks on a wall
But with time those abs would fall.

He thought that by building his body
And looking like a macho man
You would love it and understand.

But he did not think to ask or
To see in you, just what you was going through.
You had fallen in love with him for the way he was
Not for the way he wanted to be
But that was something he did not see.

Flaunting his machismo to everyone around
And starting to put everyone down.
Ignoring you and the family
You decided to set him free.

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poem by Louis Rams
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The Poem of Zuhair

'Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony ground between Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me, when addressed, belong to the abode of Ummi Awfa?

'And is it her dwelling at the two stony meadows, seeming as though they were the renewed tattoo marks in the sinews of the wrist?

'The wild cows and the white deer are wandering about there, one herd behind the other, while their young are springing up from every lying-down place.

'I stood again near it, (the encampment of the tribe of Awfa,) after an absence of twenty years, and with some efforts, I know her abode again after thinking awhile.

'I recognized the three stones blackened by fire at the place where the kettle used to be placed at night, and the trench round the encampment, which had not burst, like the source of a pool.

'And when I recognized the encampment I said to its site, 'Now good morning, oh spot; may you be safe from dangers.'

'Look, oh my friend! do you see any women traveling on camels, going over the high ground above the stream of Jurthum?

'They have covered their howdahs with coverlets of high value, and with a thin screen, the fringes of which are red, resembling blood.

'And they inclined toward the valley of Soobán, ascending the center of it, and in their faces were the fascinating looks of a soft-bodied person brought up in easy circumstances;

'They arose early in the morning and got up at dawn, and they went straight to the valley of Rass as the hand goes unswervingly to the mouth, when eating.

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poem by Ibn Abî Sûlmâ Zuhayr
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Tickle

something is so tickling on my
abs,
furry, soft, like a rabbit's tail
but it is not
white

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sighed the soprano:
your abs are a treatise on singing
your chest is a cocktail table-
keep singing, Prospero.

poem by Morgan Michaels
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I don't do a thing to keep fit, I just cannot make myself work out. My abs are just luck - my mum has good ones so it's a family trait.

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A Depressed Friend

breath as heavy as brick
sighs as light as feather
shoulder burden as heavy as steel
abs corrugated like roof
a face as thick as elephant skin
bones rattling like a snake
thirst as dry as sand
wrinkles like waves of the sea
jaws drooping like a fall

that is what you are my friend.
you need badly a
bath.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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051011E Taste Good What Can I Say

fridge keep my food juicy
climate controlled hi-tech
that's what they advertise
i wonder if it's really true
outside looks is very fancy
inside i don't know, it's full

sitting here, later check food
whatever is available; get it
soon i, i have to replenish
infinitesimal tasting; not funny
satisfaction; demanding buds
surely will ruin my beautiful abs

poem by Manonton Dalan
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