The shower setting at the gym
Is a place for communal undress,
With all kinds of behaviour
But perhaps some you should guess.
You can see all the different types
By their various mannerisms there.
For some are quite shy and bashful,
But others just stand and stare!
There is though one unwritten code
Whether you smile or wear a frown.
It says you can do much as you like
But you never ever look down.
Though some it doesn’t seem to faze
They swagger like a smiling punk.
I’m sure it wouldn’t matter to them,
If they had a finger, or a trunk!
Others creep quickly out the shower,
A private person you’d have guessed.
It’s possible that they’re very quiet
Or else not been well blessed.
The kingpin though, a man of brawn
Absolute content with what he’s got.
But catching a glance in a mirror
It was surprisingly not a lot!
As for me with my large sized mouth,
I’m just happy to laugh with those.
Who also have no reason to brag,
But you’d not like it on your nose!
That poem from my second book, seems written a long time ago, is also at present on my Gym notice board, along with another about people not putting weights and equipment back, (a second explanation James ho, ho), so still very current a?
So how do I write this poem
And attempt to win a prize?
For if I try my usual style
It might not be too wise.
As I don’t follow correct form
Or pay attention to the rules.
But always scribe with passion,
To rant about my cause.
This sometimes pleases people
Who shy away from perfect prose,
And seems from latest feedback
That some recognition grows,
About words strongly written
By an impassioned, caring heart.
As sometimes a perfect writer
Won’t know where to start.
For Gray’s description of a poet,
Talks of thoughts that breathe,
And with their burning words
Many writers can’t conceive.
So I continue to express myself
On injustice, poverty and wrong,
In a spontaneous poetic style,
That makes my message strong.
Thus to me it’s most important
If venting an innermost thought,
That I’m free to condemn a world
Where inequality isn’t taught!
It takes a very brave person
To rise above the parapet alone,
And to show themselves completely
Whilst standing on their own.
Now of course they would expect
That others would support them too.
But sadly not quite the case
As some find it hard to do,
Something else for any others,
Or maybe it’s indifference
That causes them to duck out
All safe behind their fence.
Of course they watch keenly
To see what happens next,
With their well rehearsed excuse
Or some other lame pretext,
That will justify themselves
From any exposure to the fray.
As they really do believe it’s best
To run, and fight another day.
So what of our poor victim
Now standing open to it all?
Leading a flock who didn’t follow,
And maybe smile to see him fall.
For in some cases it would suit
The cowards to say, I told you so.
We were right to keep our cover
And thus not to have a go.
Which certainly would be safer
And not take any chance to gain
Successful wins in their life,
But all their fears remain.