Best Genesis Poems
Sighed Adam to Eve:
“Because you were deceived,
Like a fool, I believed.
Sadly, all our conceived
Will be sorely bereaved.”
Well, that should be it, right?
No, boys and girls, not quite!
So you can hear what they were all up to,
We now bring this long lost tape to you:
Adam:
“You really are a stupid cow!”
“Just look at us! Where are we now?”
Eve:
“Shut up! You filthy, pawing pig!
Before I kick you in the fig!”
Angel of the Lord:
“You’ll have to leave, take this outside.”
“Your presence here, we can’t abide.”
And of course, the slinky one:
“Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!”
“She’s such a fool and so is he.
If I had hands, I’d clap with glee.
If the rest of them are all like that,
I’ll soon have my routine down pat!
But I’d better scoot before they crush
My poor wee head to compost mush.
I’ll set up shop, lead them all astray
And collect them all for Judgment Day!”
“Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah, Hah!”
For now, that’s all that we can send.
Thank you for your time, my friends.
So, remember, girls, no fruit to lend,
And boys, say “NO!” or it is THE END.
I saw a young lady today who had a tattoo that covered up her arm,
It wrapped it up completely but it only added to her charm.
The tat she had was bold and it caused me to do a double take,
Because on her body was tattooed a coiled and smiling snake.
Its leering head appeared from over the top of her left shoulder,
And it gazed down the front of her shirt at something even bolder.
From the neckline of her tank top was revealed some kind of fruit,
Her bosom was changed into a tempting apple, to hide it now was moot.
Even though I could only see the stem, my imagination filled in the rest,
I tried to not think about her orchard but it put my will power to the test.
A lesson about temptation was being taught to all who came to seek,
I’m sure that it will lead some Adam astray if he should sneak a peek.
Her tattoo was ripe for the picking and it seemed she had a bumper crop.
But just like Sir Isaac Newton’s apple someday hers will also drop.
So let this stand as a warning and be careful which symbol you select,
Remember that the artwork that you choose is the image that you’ll project.
At nineteen nothing is cuter than a pair of angel wings so feathery,
When you’re old they’ll remind you that the end is near on skin that is so leathery.
But she did inspire me to get a tattoo and so to the parlor I did go,
I got the universal recycle symbol on the bottom of my big toe.
So when my time is done and I’ve finished my walk along life’s path,
They’ll attach my toe tag in the morgue and I’ll get one last laugh.
GENESIS
On the writhing shoreline’s shifting sand
The thrust of the immovable hard land
Under the foaming white wedding dress of the ocean
Resolves their differences, puts their destiny in motion.
In endless rhythm of sheer strife,
The soft all-pervading giver of life
Swells o’er the sure-faced surface of her mate,
To and fro, in and out, in a perfect fit.
She shapes the hardness of the land and he,
Massively strong, just as surely shapes the sea :
The end of one is the beginning of the other -
On the shoreline - this father and mother
Share the task, create and shape
Each bay and bight, each coast and cape.
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Sonnet written by Sydney Peck 23 January 2012 for Francine’s contest.
Theme : lasting love
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*This idea for this poem was ”inspired by”
( hi-falutin language for “stolen from” )
Andrea D’s LAND-OCEAN haiku. Thank you A D.
They talk…
All fires do
Some mutter, some sputter
And if you think they don’t live
Then ‘shame on you’…
They consume…
All fires do
They eat virtually anything
At times leisurely
Licking and tasting
Other times quickly
As if time was wasting
They breathe…
Sometimes they whisper
Sometimes they whimper
Sometimes they sigh…
Sometimes they sputter
Obscenities to the sky
They feel…
The water that we use
To extinguish the flame
They protest…they hiss
As if feeling the pain
As they die…with a sigh
As will do you and I
Fire is the genesis….
Of things great and small
Our atoms created
From brimstone and blaze
It’s our father and mother
It’s our Lord and master
It’s The maker and measure
…of all things…and ways
In the beginning there was salt
And it was good and tasty and dry
Anyway it was hot outside
Mouths became parched and thirsty
Later came fish then amphibians
Dinosaurs and birds began to fly
Without a pilot's license or any training
People followed later with a thirst for more
They invented pretzels that came with salt
They drank beer to quench their thirst
They drink it here on Earth because
In heaven there ain't no beer
That is why we drink it here
Authors note: Genesis - not to be confused with Guinness.
The author apologies for the line, “In heaven there ain't no beer that is why we drink it here.” He regrets it because it is goofy and clearly he is not the originator. He regrets it because he will get caught using it and because “ain't” is poor grammar and “ain't” ain't a word. He begs for your forgiveness for his seeming references to biblical beginnings found in the bible. God will certainly punish him for any misrepresentation of creation matters. He will surely relinquish his drinking privileges in heaven. (That includes beer. That is why the author will drink it here.)
Anyone can write poetry;
Only some do it well.
And others fail—initially, at any rate.
Some idea of its genesis may be of help.
A poem – any piece of literature – is
The result of a combination
Of the Idea and the Act.
Idea
It stems invariably from authenticity—
Of perception and or experience.
The Idea has the potential
And the prospect of a seed, of an egg.
Act.
A poem is a process by which
A raw emotion turns
Into an appropriate feeling:
The raw, in other words, gets cooked.
Fury, for instance, may poetically transform into
Lacerating irony or Vitriolic satire.
You are, in this process,
Guided by your taste and temperament.
Your muse at work.
Another transformation takes place, too,
When two apparently unrelated phenomena
Come to be linked by analogy,
To make perceptions clear,
As in the case above—
Where the poetic process is likened
To the culinary process—
The ‘raw’ getting ‘cooked,’
It’s an echo, too,
Of an earlier anthropological text—
Authored by Claude Lévis-Strauss.
As such, it’s determined
By your background and brought-up,
Your likes and dislikes.
And so may differ from person to person.
What happens, however, is this:
The new is related to the familiar,
The unknown to the known.
That’s indeed the job of a figure (of speech):
A simile or metaphor or metonym does it.
The medium of poetry is something like
The cooking medium.
Once cooked, you hardly see the medium in the dish.
You can, however, smell and taste it,
And that makes all the difference.
Likewise, the poem is a delicate blend
Of the medium and the message.
Style is the offshoot of the medium.
It serves a rhetorical purpose
And is also a mark of sophistication.
It bears indeed your stamp and signature.
Learning by doing is the how of style.
Of course, practice makes perfect.
Yet there’s no limit to perfection.
It’s a lifelong pursuit—
As it was for Bhartrhari and Bharati
Or Kannadasan and Vairmuthu
Or Shakespeare and Shaw.
The tips, recipes, and the rules
(say, of rhyme or rhythm)
On how to make a poem
Are more or less like
The tips on how to make love,
Which are all thrown to the wind
Once passion or the muse takes over.
“Though this be madness, yet there is method in't!”
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Wasn't that the name of a rock band?
Or perhaps something from Star Trek?
The world was not created in 7 days
However, after Adam and Eve ate the deadly
apple the world changed
The metaphor is excellent - The Bible is a poetry book
The light from the past still has relevance
Even if we are now in the computer age
The old verities still have power
The world exists
So do we
You can scoff at existence
Find it a kind of cosmic joke
But it has been said before
Readers - This is not our fate
Where the scarlet frog
in the whisper of the rushes
defies dampness as his element;
a creature of wildness,
it blends its croak and paddle
with the pebbles
So a dreamer is - his dreams
in touch with every whisper of promise.
There is purity in the moment.
A red flower floating through a whirlpool
No outward distraction
as large as hope
within.
old poems, FREE VERSE (003)
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5th Place
Genesis Broad-Spectrum
An ethical grey scenery alert
was roused lenses shuttered,
in hues of Red, White and Blue.
Theorem of imagery collision,
flashed old fashioned—PolaROId,
ammunition developed HumanØ1ds.
Apropos Genesis
(For The Apostolic Poets I Know)
Now I see
said the blind
brother
sister
as the brail
shed light
on the Word:
Truth—
I hear
said the deaf
brother
sister
hearing
the thundering
signed Word—
I feel you
said the paraplegic
brother
sister
who felt and feels
the written Word:
blinking
thinking
scratching
tearing
echoing
in every way—
What’s your problem…
brother!?!
sister!?!
Tell me!!!
Yo! I shall
see you!
Yo! I shall hear you!
Yo! I shall feel you!
Yo! I shall walk with you!
Yo! I shall fight with and for you!
Word!
God sends many blessings upon the world
so many that they couldn't be counted
just as Abraham had all his descendants
this fact leaves us all truly astounded
Now Noah was a humble servant of God
stood for righteousness when no one would
obeying his blessed Lord to build an ark
when everyone mocked him he still stood
For this act of bravery and faithfulness
God was with him fully and true
promising His favour upon him to bless
this the Lord would continue to do
The Lord knew about the life of Noah
for His eyes were cast on His chosen one
blessing Noah with God's merciful favour
for he'd stood true to be told well done!
('But Noah found favour in the eyes of the Lord.')
Genesis 6: 8 (ESV)
God's rainbow promise
Says it will not be water
But Armageddon...
Cosmos’ creation
Light’s rapture
God’s breathe:
LIFE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 DECEMBER 2014
Bereshiyt In the beginning
Shemot Name the names
Vay yi cra Called for preaching
Bemidmar In the wilderness
Devarim The Words of teaching
The Torah through and through
Five names of Hebrew story
A rhyme for me and you
In the beginning was the void
And the void was covered with ice
They said, "Let us reposition its orbit
To make its temperature precise."
And the waters began to flow
They shaped exactly as it should
And thus Galactic Terraforming
Saw that it was good
So the planet became blue
And the air became breathable
Countless life forms were shipped in
As their creation became habitable
And many warring races
Engineered the most beautiful plan
They created a covenant of peace
And thus they called it man
And man received a trait
From each participating species
Making him the most complex enigma
So that he could learn how to see
And they all made this pact
Their first time to agree
That when we learn to love each other
There will be universal peace