Songs with Workout

I have begun to pay attention to weights and legwork. My walking is not bringing my weight down fast enough. I wore my weight vest and ankle weights twice this week, and today I did mat work on my knees for the first time in the longest time.

My Chosen Songs are:
Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
Hideaway by Mick Jagger
One Good Reason by Alan Parson’s Project
Under Pressure by Queen
Working for the Weekend by Loverboy
Don’t Stop by The Rolling Stones
It’s Omly Rock and Roll by The Rolling Stones
Joy by Mick Jagger
We Believe by Newsboys
Survivor by Zach Williams
The Anchor Holds by Ray Boltz
Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar

The harder it rocks, the stronger my workout.

I finished The Revelator, got a little spacey at the end. I still liked it enough.

I sang a Psalm for the first time using a physical Bible because my app chose right then to go lame.

Though I do not watch much television, I watched an hour of Wrestlemania and two and a half episodes of Umbrella Academy.

All this was staggered over days.

Prompt: share things beyond your routine that keep you in the game.

1
We walk together
When pain can no longer keep
Us alone, apart.

2
I can explain it
But to show it will allow
You to understand.

3
Love, we all feel it
During good times of wonder
Fear fades much away.

Gratitude List:
1. My son, Alex.
2. My dogs, Tribble and Wookie.
3. Cool days.
4. Grocery pickup.
5. Love.

Likes and shares are appreciated. I hope you found something relevant and encouraging here. Your comments mean so much. Have a great week.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Vacancy – Filling

Do you feel like you
Could be a paper doll with
Hole-punches where life
Chose to take a bite of you, yours,
Away, leaving vacancy?
Maybe like a hotel that
Once had No Occupancy
With loves residence;
Now windows without curtains
Remind you how much was lost.
Do you fade, shudder,
When memory comes to call
With bright photographs
Of yesterday, other days
When losses were yet to come?
Paste yourself together,
Renovate the rooms,
Bring the pictures out
Again because life will serve
Love, joy, happiness when
You invite it to visit you.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Regaining Will

Self-destruction is
A game to play when fading
Is not quick enough
A take away to meet needs
Of emptiness and disgust.
Life seems long, wasted,
But then time to mourn those lost
Sets wonder on course
To mend what can be reckoned,
To die seems less gift than cost.
Useless, ah never,
Broken, repairs still to make,
Friendless, the streets call,
Life an elegance, challenge,
Do not give in or give up.
Every human has
Something to share much needed
In a world that spares
No one the dregs of sorrow
Still, hope brings joy, tomorrow.

Those of you who take time to read, maybe share a like that lets me know I am reaching; I appreciate you so much. This is one of my difficult seasons; I take one of my turns. The desperate fight goes on, but I am here; I will not give up.

Fires are burning, yearning for peace, strength, hope, and love to take me on. The battle rages through my ages, and it is hard to carry on. Long and longer love, it will, I will keep on.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Cravings Sprung

The troglodytes begin to emerge,
Ghosts dreams awoke from deep dens
Of Winter before treasure could find
Shredding away heavy layers when
Dawn comes very soon to expose
Vulnerable skin, while still outside
The new bloom adjusting delicate Faces questioning creativity in tastes
Unmasked to the feral light, will love Last from what has passed in depths
Still carrying hope through coldness,
Lonely night, which somehow in Dreams became natural, joy breaks,
Once left behind, no nightmares,
Not one, please; whispers usher in
Companionship, only those giving
Lives new life, songs, overwhelming
Delight – passing all the goodness on.
Dens which harbored life, dreams
Foggy as ghosts left behind for open
Spaces, seeking the prize – existence,
Smiles broad on faces made meaning
Finding love in varied places, eyes Full, creation rising, discovering the World is still beyond reach of oblivion
From glacier to desirable, beautiful,
All welcoming senses, belonging.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

I wrote two poems today, and then I thought, why not put them together as one?

As a PROMPT: Find two works and combine them as one. Troglodytes and Ghosts worked for me, what will you use?