Muscle Mansion

Muscle Mansion is the exclusive

Center for the elite

Champions of body building


Expanding with breadth of definition

They flex anvils of biceps and pectorals

And stride to mirrors

To see their statuesque physiques


The daily bulk of muscle mass

Proportioned by the stress exerted

On their joints and bones

Is now beneath that sleek elastic skin

Stretched within a fraction of the force

That vulcanized exhausted cells


Another day for living in that dream

Of bulging brawn

A fusion of that furious assault

On muscle born to fabricate

The inarticulate frozen form



Ted Goodell

June 5, 2010

The Grasshopper


Did you ever see a grasshopper in La Mesita Park

Just yesterday suddenly and unexpectedly

A grasshopper sprang to my shoulder

There it sat with cautious pride

Accepting the convenience

Of my walking on the grass

How I accept your place of rest

Sprightly little guest

For eye to eye

In the morning light

I held you in your early flight

I deemed your mood

Not all contrite

Gray little insect with all your might

You learned to cling throughout your life

Our time together seemed so brief

I hope you found a sheltered leaf

But should you need a safer church

Upon my shoulder you may always perch


Ted Goodell

August 20, 2010

The Bench


Alone, with only the stillness

Of being alone

The bench waits, expecting nothing

But its public image for escape

A timeless reminder of its ancient birth

The necessity to be an urban island

That offers silent comfort

With nothing but an offering for rest

Whoever knows the sanctity of the bench

Gives silent tribute to its unknown guest


Ted Goodell

October 29, 2015