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Uncommon Sense

4 May

“Common sense is not so common.”― Voltaire

Uncommon Sense

Common sense should be renamed
Because it is so rare
“Common’s” not a word I’d use
‘Cause many do not care

“Sense” in this case is used to
Describe a person’s grasp
On simple truths but most folks simply
Scoff or whine or gasp

It makes “sense” to not poison your
Body with chemicals
And yet there’s many with no sense
When the nicotine pulls

It makes “sense” to not get upset
Over things that don’t matter
And yet there are so many who
Allow their peace to shatter

It makes “sense” to push our bodies
To their physical verge
And yet there there are so many who
Go to buffets and splurge

And consume countless calories
Without the sense they can’t
Possibly use them all up
Instead, on couch they plant

Their lazy butts and watch TV
Consume, consume, consume
And never have the sense to see
Creation’s how you bloom

Creating healthy body, mind
Creating iron will
Doing work required and
Employing sense and skill

Common sense does not exist
This I know for a fact
If it did, I’d have more mentors
Who’ve had great impact

Instead I just have a handful
Who have uncommon sense
Their influence on me has been
Uncommon and immense

Resulting in the warrior poet
That you see now
1-in-100 who always
Keeps his intense vow

To not be influenced by weak
And selfish cowards who
Allow their “common sense” to blind them
From all that is true

From all that’s challenging, invigorating
And unique
It’s these difficult things that lead
To strong mind and physique

                                     ~Miro

Champion Warrior

3 Mar

My good friend Fitz “The Whip” Vanderpool just won the Canadian Middleweight Title in his mid 40’s despite most people telling him he was too old. Once again, the Whip proves that “With Hope, It’s Possible!”

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Champion Warrior

They told him “It’s too late, old man”
“You’re much too old to fight”
But Fitz “The Whip” knew that to be
Judged by age isn’t right

Those who judged were short sighted
And didn’t see the training
The heart, desire, sacrifice
The passion still remaining

The board, the public, so many
Gave doubt and disbelief
They tried to steal his Hope and tried
To fill his heart with grief

But Champions are not affected
By another’s words
Champions are not sheep that
Walk along with the herds

Champions look within and
They listen to themselves
A Champion sees strength inside
And bravely, deeper delves

A Champion does not hear what
The pessimists do warn
A Champion blocks it all out
‘Cause Champions were born

To jab, to hook, to uppercut
To fight ‘till final round
To take all that life has to give
And pound and pound and pound

And rip respect from clutches of
Those who don’t try their best
To take it by force from all those
Who much prefer to rest

Congratulations, Champion
You have proven once more
That with Hope it is possible
Now no one can ignore

~Congrats Fitz “The Whip” Vanderpool, 45 years young
New National Boxing Authority Middleweight Champion
March 2nd, 2013

Too Much

18 Nov

“’Tis not the eating, nor ’tis not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess” ~John Selden


Too Much

You go out to a restaurant
With your dear mate in tow
You take a look at the menu
And let the waitress know

What you’d like to order but
What they don’t’ seem to ask
Is if you’re really hungry and
If you’re up to the task

Of finishing off the whole plate
That they will soon bring you
An order seemingly for one
But actually feeds two

And while there are those who will simply
Stop eating when full
And throw rest out or doggie bag
Many do feel the pull

To keep eating and “clean their plate”
Just like when they were young
Mom and dad would not allow
The dessert to hit tongue

Until all food was devoured
And so now as adults
Many will keep eating and
Be sad with the results

For some it is a sick stomach
That will pass in a day
For others, it is discomfort
From how much they do weigh

It took me quite a while to
Recognize what they’re doing
That people who prepare your food
Bring too much to be chewing

That what you’re given isn’t what
Is best for your waist line
That they have no idea of what’s
The right amount to dine

Whenever my wife and I go
To some place for our dinner
We’re quite aware how hard it is
To leave the venue thinner

And so we decide on one thing
And split it between us
It may not seem enough at first
But by the end, it’s plus

Every time we end up full
And marvel, “How could one
Eat all that food by themselves
And feel good when they’re done?”

Just a quick reminder that
Not everything you’re brought
Is what you should accept and to
Forget what you’ve been taught

“Clean your plate” is bad advice
Instead follow your gut
When it says its had enough
Make sure your mouth stays shut

                                        ~Miro

A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

7 Nov

A Declaration of War on Prostate Cancer & Mustaches

One day someone decided
That prostate cancer was
A topic that needed awareness
So to make a buzz

This man declared, “To spread the word
I will grow a mustache!
And other men should do the same
So that we can raise cash

And get men to go to the doctor
To get an exam
Get those doctors to take fingers
And up your ass cram!”

This first man didn’t decide to
Do something physical
He didn’t tell other men to
Lift weights or push or pull

He didn’t beckon them to do
Ab crunches or leg squats
He didn’t urge them to leave their
Muscles sore and in knots

He didn’t even beckon them
To give up types of food
For just one month to raise awareness
So health won’t be screwed

Instead he chose an easy thing
Like hair under the nose
A joke, a “macho” ornament
That supposedly shows

“Awareness” and that these men care
About prostate cancer
This Warrior knew early on
It was a lazy answer

A half-hearted attempt that many
Men would soon follow
I’m not surprised that so many
Drank Kool-Aid and did swallow

When thinking of the cause, my mind
Goes to the man in bed
Lying in the hospital
Who will quite soon be dead

I think about how all his friends
Won’t come and visit him
Because his face is gaunt, his skin
Is pale and eyes are dim

I think about how unpleasant
It is to watch him die
How he does have so few a selfless
And caring ally

And think about all of the men
Who grow that “cookie duster”
Lying to themselves about
How it’s a “cancer buster”

In honor of the men who’ve died
And who are on death’s door
Because of prostate cancer I
Will hairy lip ignore

Instead I’ll cut out foods which harm
My health and I’ll work out
I’ll sweat and suffer for my health
And not just stubble sprout

I’ll fight as if I’m in a war
Against the cancer foe
While other men grow mustaches
And laugh and comb and crow

And no one will tell me that I
Should follow all the crowd
“Where’s your mustache?” they will ask
“Where’s your balls?” I say loud

As I form fists and beat upon
A chest that’s hard as rock
As I flex abdomen that makes
Both men and women gawk

As I show spoils of the war
I fight to be in shape
Despite not having a mustache
That over lip does drape

                                     ~Mustacheless Miro

A Warrior’s Open Letter To Death

12 Oct

“Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I’ll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day.” ~The Grey


A Warrior’s Open Letter To Death

Dear Grim Reaper, I’d like to warn
That I won’t run like most
I will not flee, I will not hide
This is not a proud boast

It’s not a threat or challenge
Just a promise what’s to come
When we are face to face, this Warrior
Will not succumb

To fear, to doubt or regret ‘cause
For years I have now walked
The path that so many have only
Dreamed and wished and talked

I know you wait until some are
Breaking down and quite old
Know regardless of my grey
I’ll always be this bold

Come for me while I’m still strong
In muscle and in mind
Come for me before my ears
Go deaf and eyes go blind

And though the outcome’s definite
I only have one goal
When I do battle with you, it’s
To exact a great toll

I do not doubt your victory
But I assure one truth
If you come for me while I am
Still in my years of youth

When you are finished, you will have
To stop and take a breath
You’ll know it was a Warrior
That has just battled Death

See you somewhere down the road
On that cold, lonely night
I’m not afraid for I know it
Will be my last good fight

                            ~Miro

The 1-in-100 Warrior Award: You As A Machine

25 Feb

“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a Warrior, and he will bring the others back.” ~Heraclitus

The way of the Warrior is not only about pushing yourself mentally, but physically too. There is a direct connection between your soul and body. As C.S. Lewis once said, “You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.” And that’s all you truly have in this world. You may think you have a house, a car, a job, pets, even friends and family, but all of these things won’t necessarily be around until the end of your life. Some of them may even be gone tomorrow. Your body is the only constant from birth ’till death, and what you do with it plays a large part in your creativity, your productivity and your attitude.

Those who mistreat their bodies with lack of exercise and unhealthy eating are lying to themselves if they think they can get away with it. You’re lying to yourself if you think that you can push yourself mentally while taking shortcuts physically. Warriors are honest. They know the truth. They don’t lie to others, but more importantly, they don’t lie to themselves. They go into the gym knowing full well the importance of overcoming the challenge before them. How overcoming discomfort and physical difficulty makes you grow stronger not only in the gym, but when you’re dealing with an undisciplined, lazy, selfish and comfort-seeking person who makes the choice of unloading their frustrations on others. The Warrior felt their legs burning during that run or jog, or during that time on the Stairmaster, or during those squats, and persevered through it. The Warrior sees the undisciplined mind lashing out due to discomfort and remembers their own discomfort that was conquered. The Warrior keeps calm. Warriors see people throw fits from being pushed by challenges and remember constantly being pushed by weights. Warriors push back, and they understand that it takes focus, concentration and controlled, deliberate intensity over a sustained period of time to push back. They don’t snap back and bicker, because they’ve learned that doesn’t do you any good in the weight room.

And while so many fly off the handle or get stressed, Warriors choose to be calm, just as they choose the healthy food option when they’d much rather enjoy the unhealthy choice. Everything’s connected. The amount that you push yourself physically with exercise and how much you push against cravings is directly connected to how hard you’ll push yourself to excel at your job, to make the extra effort to start and finish that creative project you were thinking of doing, and how much you’ll expect of yourself when things don’t go as planned.

You As A Machine is a Warrior. We hear so many women talk about all of the weight they gained after having kids, and not being able to lose it. We hear so many talk about how as they grow older, the weight starts to pile on and won’t come off. As a 40 year old mother of two, You As A Machine is a reminder of the potential that we all have within us if we push ourselves. Here’s what a 40 year old mother of two achieved when she refused to lie to herself and chose to follow that innate truth we all have within us:

She’s an inspiration to everyone who ever listened to their own excuses as to why they’re not in the best shape they can be in, and an encouraging reminder to all those that listen and follow their own truth. True, some of us have rips, tears, breaks and other physical issues that will keep us from having washboard abs and bulging muscles, but the point isn’t to rise up to the level of other people’s potential, it’s to rise up to your own level. I know all about that, having suffered a permanent shoulder injury years ago. Despite the constant pain and weakness, I’m still in better physical shape than a vast majority of people I encounter every day that have no injuries or health issues. It’s because I push myself to my own limits and realize my own potential. I could be overweight and use the excuse of “I’m hurt” and nobody would fault me for it. But I’d be lying to myself. Just as You As A Machine could use her age and the fact that she’s had two kids as excuses to be overweight, but she doesn’t lie to herself either. She not only pushes and reaches her limits everyday, but serves others by giving advice and guidance on how they too can fulfill their own potential. She’s 1-in-100, and we are lucky to have her: http://youasamachine.com/

Guidelines for the 1-in-100 Warrior Award: To acknowledge and honor the rarity of the Warrior, it is recommended that the recipient passes this award on to only *one* other blogger that they feel goes above and beyond to serve and inspire others, and who maintains their grace and positivity even in the face of difficult challenges, such as health issues, tragedy, injustice or loss.

Once an author is given the award, they may continue nominating one new blog author once a week, month, year… or whatever seems appropriate. It’s like a knight’s ability to bestow knighthood onto another whenever they choose. But only one at a time. The patience of a Warrior is required.

Weak Stick

26 Jan

“The cigarette does the smoking – you’re just the sucker.”  ~Author Unknown

Weak Stick

A lot of traits do come to mind
When I see smokers pull
A cigarette out from a box
And take a deep breath full

Of chemicals, carcinogens
And nicotine and tar
Here’s the picture that they paint
When sucking that cigar

I see a lazy person who
Wants to feel better fast
I see an futile person who
Can’t learn that it won’t last

I see a selfish person who
Pollutes the air we breathe
I see a full grown baby who
Still has the need to teethe

I see a foolish person who
Keeps wasting all their dough
To paint their lungs a darker shade
And make the tumor grow

I see a weak person who doesn’t
See the strength inside
I see a coward who searches
For close places to hide

I see a corpse that’s wasting time
And money and the love
Of all their friends and family
And maybe God above

I see an ingrate piss away
Their health when there’s so many
Who’d give the world to have it back
‘Cause they do not have any

I see a slave with no courage
To break free from their chains
A wimp who can’t withstand withdrawal
Who can’t endure the pains

A spoiled rotten little brat
Who thinks life’s all about
Comfort, pleasure, luxury
Taking the easy route

I challenge every smoker to
Accomplish this one feat
Next time that you get a craving
Before you light that treat

Throw it on the ground and crush
That weak stick with your heel
And throw the rest down there as well
And give them the same deal

Don’t cry about how much they cost
You’ve burned a lot before
Makes no difference if they’re in
Your lungs or on the floor

Crush those weak sticks and then wait
For those shakes to begin
Instead of looking for a fix
Focus and look within

Concentrate and clear your mind
And take it like the rest
Don’t tremble and cry for help
Stand up and beat your chest!

Growl, show some backbone and
Control your weakened mind
Stop being so aloof and
To your own strength so blind

Weaker ones than you have quit
And they put you to shame
Every time you feel the sudden
Urge to light that flame

Lazy, futile, selfish, baby
Foolish, weak and coward
One step closer to a corpse
With every stick devoured

Ingrate, slave, a wimp and spoiled
Rotten little brat
Who doesn’t realize where the
True calming force is at

And sensitive because they never
Want to hear that they
Are doing anything wrong, but
They don’t use that ash tray

Take a look at your sidewalk
Next time you take a stroll
Count the cigarette butts that
You see on your patrol

Then say smokers aren’t lazy
Aloof and big ingrates
Foolish, weak and cowardly
And all these other traits

“But hey, I smoke and I always
Put my butt in the trash!”
Good for you, now go collect
All of your drifting ash

                                 ~Miro

*some taking personal offense at this write might be well served to read

https://warriorpoetwisdom.com/2011/12/13/truth-hurts/