Best Lumbar Poems
Everything had gone well and the night was still young,
she had made her intentions quite clear,
home alone we're not walking, the drink was now talking,
and the score was one-nil to the beer.
So we flagged down a cab, made a ten minute trip
hoping none of the neighbours would see,
helped her walk down the drive hoping I wouldn't slip
and then she turned round and came back for me.
We crashed into the hall, and both leaned on the wall
in an effort to regain our breath,
altogether uncertain if this nights exertions
would not end in premature death.
In the bedroom she tore off her blouse and her corset,
her lumbar support and her truss,
left her ankle support on, did she just forget
but I thought I'd not make any fuss.
After I had stripped off with the help of my frame
and rolled onto the bed in the dark,
we lay side by side, now with nothing to hide
and both waited for that certain spark.
As we stared at the ceiling, a terrible feeling
was finally now seeping through,
that the worst of our fears, after all the long years
we'd forgotten what we're supposed to do.
8th August 2018
For contest 'A rattling rhyme', sponsor Nina Parmenter
(*- This is not autobiographical. Yet. )
Categories:
lumbar, humor, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band in a tricked out pinball table. She reminds me of that actress Tracie Lumbar playing the actress Fern Hall in that old movie Iguana Sunset. Her topography leaves no room for global climate change. Her tropics are seductively torrid, while her poles remain perpetually cool; makes you want to straddle her equator with your meridian. She’s been to Mussel Shoals, Shucked Oyster, Bearded Clam, Moose Knuckle, Camel Toe, Beaver Falls, Cottonwood, and Rabbit Patch, just to name a few of her more well-known hangouts. Some would say she looks Greco-Roman, but I’d describe her as looking more like a Hellenized Phoenician who emigrated from Trans-Alpine Gaul, or maybe she looks more Etruscan, with a hint of Minoan when you see her by moonlight. They say she’s as pure as bloodstains on a purloined letter. She traded in her Biblical name soon after she left her home in Mississippi and never spoke of it again. It may be just routine housekeeping, but who could blame a girl for sweeping off her back porch. She recently had a front end alignment. They say her rearview mirror never lets her down. After arriving in New Orleans she passed her bar exam at Vaughan’s on Dauphine and kept the circuit judge disrobed till way past last call. She’s a sexy banshee when she’s in the catbird seat with her cherry basket swinging from a bungee cord. Last I heard she was sharing a dump with a couple Guatemalan dancers. Her room ain’t worth a dollar, but it cost a pretty penny. She pays the rent with a pickup truck full of contraband. She says she needs the space, but not the distance. Like most women, nobody’s ever been able to figure her out. But there is one thing I know for certain, her smoke may sometimes offer you a tempting indication of certain possibilities, but her fire has never been known to lie.
Categories:
lumbar, sensual,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Bones
We have 206 bones in our skeletal system
Far too many to completely list ‘em
But here are a few for your edification
In case you missed ‘em in your education
Tibia, fibia, femur, and sternum
Are four of the larger if you’d care to learn ‘em
But malleus, incus and stapes I fear
Are the smallest you have, so they fit in your ear
You have a funny bone called the “humerous”
You’ve only got two, so they aren’t very numerous
Your ribs, on the contrary number twenty-four
Adam gave one away, still he had plenty more
Enclosing your brain is the hardest bone you’ve got
Known as the “Cranium” more often than not
And “Mandible” is the medical name for “Jaw”
You rely on it mostly when it’s time to gnaw
Your phalanges are your fingers and toes
Both may be places where a ring goes
And down around your knees are your patellas
You scraped them a lot when you were young fellas
Your vertebrae make up your spine; you’ve got ‘em
Cervical, thoracic, and lumbar near your bottom
They’re separated by small discs in between
But should one slip, the pain can be mean
Of course, there are others that are well-known
Like the radius, ulna, and coccyx bone
Sit them all down in a comfortable seat
And at a fancy restaurant, say “Bone Appetit!”
Categories:
lumbar, education, funny, humorous, light,
Form:
Rhyme
I was working out back, while under the palms
I've a tendon-cy to stand under the limbs
to focus my eyes, and digest the surrounding glands cape
Plantar-d there on the ground was a carpenter ant
that caught my attention, and that is a fact!
Disarming he was, determined as well
making his way through tall blades of green grass
As hungry as a calf, he had shinnyed himself
He knuckled up under with all of his nerve
Hopped on an iris, like a tropical bird
and began eating his way through small fingers of lumbar
that was stacked against the rear of the old cellar door
Diget know? .. It was humerus to watch, how he testes his food!
Consuming the wood from the bottom to top
He tendon to stop, to take a deep thigh,
then back to devour, while munching his lunch.
Lashing away, until his jaws became sore
He must have consumed a whole foot, of lumbar or more!
Prostated he was, till he lymphed to the floor
Tomarrow I'll have only sawdust to store !
Ureter about fables, and stories of ants
They are truly able to eat a whole fence!
Their orbital cavitiy is bladder and bigger
than one might imagine…They've the gall to be pigs !!
____________________________________________________
9/10/16
For Contest: Body of Work
Sponsor Viv
Words of body parts used:
back
palms
tendon
limbs
eyes
digest
gland
plantar
digit
arm
blade
calf
shin
knuckle
nerve
iris
fingers
lumbar
ear
cell
humerus
testes
bottom
thigh
lash
jaws
foot
prostate
lymph
marrow
ureter
orbital cavitiy
bladder
gall
Categories:
lumbar, humor, humorous, imagination, insect,
Form:
Free verse
The call of morning roosters,
Is a call of God's gardeners to duty.
I see footprints cast
In the breezy dew of the early morning,
As they lumbar to their fields
Ignoring the ache in their backs,
shadows of sleep under the eyes
and the hurt of their callused palms.
They still hold to hoes and cutlasses
Duty calls, a call they can't ignore
With cracked but soothing voice,
they sing to the spirits of the air
whilst grabbing weeds away,
from the paths of their crops.
There's no sigh of relief
until the sun starts to sleep.
They give no ear to tiredness,
even when their veins scream for help.
For they were born to serve at the altar of God
With bread from their fields of corn
and wine from grapes in their yard of vine.
They were chosen by the heavens above,
to work under the sun's very radiation
to feed and care for the whole nation.
Their love for humanity,
was incubated and hatched in lands beyond
the reach of mortals.
We live on their crops
and feed on their livestock.
Eden's sons deserve our applause
For they sustain our lives.
Long live Heroes...
...Stranja
Categories:
lumbar, farm,
Form:
Ode
Hypochondrial Delusion
A mind corrupted canker
Of cystic self failure
Even gastric anorexia
And fluttery throb to alight the fear
An adrenaline generated tachycardia
That matches respiration
And causes hyperventilation
With invasive pacy rhythm
And palpitating violation
To anxious infarction
In schizoid arrest
A hepatic paranoia
of dermal yellow
And lily liver assault
That feeds a life non start
Of malignant low self esteem
A delusional malaise
Of apoplectic panic
And stressful apoplexy
A localized dorsal twinge
To further worry
Lumbar or thoracic or
Renal calculi or a case of
Bulimic nausea and peptic ulcer
To stoke the festering psyche
Of somatic obsession
Embolic anguish that leads to
A hypertensive strain
With muscular tremor and distorted vision
And a full blown occulogyric crisis
Ensued by catatonia
Comatosed by
Psychotic breakdown and
Inactive body systems
A perusal of the medical book
Confirms the diagnosis of
Life threatening
Hypochondria
Categories:
lumbar, psychological,
Form:
Blank verse
Everyone thanks for your prayers and well wishes!! the soup is the best group of people I know of to help you through a rough spot.
My surgery went well, I had a diskectomy in the lumbar region and I need one more on the right side but so far it is not hurting me too much. Maybe much later.
I am still having pain that is caused from swelling and the surgery; at least that is what the doctor says(Hoping and praying that this gets better)
Maybe I will be back more at the soup as soon as I get off the pain meds.
Doris
Categories:
lumbar, health, pain,
Form:
The anatomist’s delight,
or his dilemma?
Yes, she is...
Odalisque...
how could she be less than perfect?
Surely Ingres didn’t get it wrong
when he painted her nude flesh
so voluptuous as to be tactile,
reclining oh so languid
on her left side,
alone in this exotic
blue velvet draped room,
looking directly at me
over her right shoulder,
betraying nothing
of her inner dialogue.
She’s aware of my presence;
how could it be otherwise?
Surely she must feel the heat
of my rapt voyeur’s stare
on her sinuous, sensuous back.
Which brings me to the issue of anatomy,
the facts of her body.
According to anatomists
who’ve given long hours
to the study of her bones,
hidden though they may be,
she’s spectacularly deformed.
You see, her head is too small,
her neck too long,
her arms aren’t the same length
(the left is shorter than the right),
she has five extra lumbar vertebrae
that twist her spine
into an impossible relationship with her pelvis,
thereby rotating her lower body
so as to enhance her porcelain sexuality.
Speaking strictly for myself in this matter,
I couldn’t care less about the facts.
I’m delighted that art trumped science,
that reality can be elongated, rotated,
and manipulated to achieve perfection.
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jean_Auguste_Dominique_Ingres,_La_Grande_Odalisque,_1814.jpg
Categories:
lumbar, art,
Form:
Free verse
Joey Contemplating a Skeleton
By Elton Camp
The teacher told Joey to learn each bone by name
And that there were only about 206 of the same
The parietal, temporal and occipital are in the head
At least that’s what the biology teacher then said
The atlas and axis are two bones found in the neck
Twelve vertebrae are attached to ribs if you check
Lumbar, sacrum and their parts learn without fail
And don’t forget the coccyx that looks like a tail
Of the maxillae and mandible the jaws are made
Collar bone is the clavicle; scapula shoulder blade
Humerus in upper arm, ulna below, radius thumb side
And in wrist and hand carpals & metacarpals reside
Phalanges are found in both the fingers and the toes
The femur, patella, tibia and fibula in the leg goes
But this is only a small sample of what Joey must learn
If an excellent grade in his biology class he will earn
Categories:
lumbar, educationteacher, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Musings of an Ignoramus
Why wake up from this slumber
-Slumber in my ignorance,
And give up my bliss?
Why sit up and strain my lumbar,
Study hard to forfeit this empty arrogance,
And give up this peace?
Why pore through countless pages?
Why seek knowledge?
What type? Every type
Why read books of all ages?
Why waste time in college?
Need for education, an empty hype?
Knowledge, what can it bring?
Of the future, a peek?
A better life, for sure?
To life, added zing?
A tomorrow, not so bleak?
These, can any assure?
Listen!
Why speak and be heard?
Why write and be read
Why work until from sweat, I glisten?
Why not live free like a bird?
Why lead, why not be led?
Why wake up from this slumber?
Slumber in my ignorance
My ignorance, my bliss.
Categories:
lumbar, confusion, work,
Form:
Rhyme
One Tired Torso
One tired torso stands and sits,
reeling from its aching hips.
The lumbar vertebrae are all but gone,
with femur bones that are old and worn.
A pelvis full that bore two baby girls,
is now a barren and empty world.
A gnarled patella is the mark,
of the many prayers said in the dark.
But it’s the feet that tell the story,
whether life was grind or glory.
Swollen talus and bent distal phalanges,
only a hard earned living understands these.
Heel spurs from years walking and standing,
in a challenging job, very demanding.
Both feet have severe plantar fasciitis,
the entire framework has osteoarthritis.
Old bones know all your life's true tale.
All they do at this juncture is wail.
You may say this body needs to rest,
but it still strives for mankind’s best.
9/9/16
Body Parts in Poem
Torso
Hips
Lumbar vertebrae
Femur bones
Pelvis
Patella
Feet
Talus
Distal phalanges (toes-tips)
heels
Categories:
lumbar, age, body, health,
Form:
Couplet
she was hot - like a menopausal flash
he was hard - like arteriosclerosis
limber lumbar but an ancient memory
a touch senile, maybe, a touch unsensory
and yet the sparks still sparkled
in eyes that cataracts encircled
old flames popped from recollections
of wanton desired seductuous affections
desiring what's called dirty, before becoming dirt
flaunting flirty, hungering each other's desserts
s l o w l y they stood as erect as they could
gnarled hands came together, tactfully understood
it might be their last chance - last dance
last night lust - of their senior romance
while everyone else was babbling and talking
they quietly departed and away went walking
past the station where nurses hunched typing
past security, past the ornery old griping
out to the absence of society's luminescence
out past their own - perceived obsolescence
under sky, wisps of cloud, under far distant suns
they found clearing to finish, what nature'd begun
spread out a blanket, helped each other down
patiently, s l o w l y, made love on the ground
her breasts hanging low, her pubic hair gray
her craving for him to go all the way
and he, sight poor, gently reached out to her
and tasted her nipple, french-kissing connoisseur
she spread desire open to Mother Nature's all
he inserted desire, quietly moaned a faint call
and they both reveled in what life had given them
the desire to tempt - the acquiescence to be tempted
© Goode Guy 2013-07-22
Categories:
lumbar, old, romance, sexy,
Form:
Couplet
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Fourteen
Even sea-gulls mistake this lavish lap of water for sea
All day long their cries betray their delusion so eerie
Circling and swooping and settling on her deranged graces
Coming in with wild winds this day dismal and dreary
Cannon fire: a shot? Pigeons by the dozens take wing
Atlantic sea-gulls shriek and circle above her hovering
A squadron of bernache cravant takes to the air trumpeting
The alert blares loud: the Lady of the Lake is whimpering:
“Murder!” “Vile iniquitous act!” proclaim madly hopping crows
Shriek hell upon her tummy in motion: “Everybody knows!”
Grebes and coots dive to bring up the truth: “Dark purple poison!”
Behind tinted glasses Men of Paperasserie in throes.
Enticed inveigled lured to her fallen tripped entrapment
Her cervical and lumbar discs verily out of joint
No many-splendoured rays of the rising and setting sun
Reflect the rhododendron dews of her irises glint
Only the lone Bard of Nishapur hears her anguished quails:
“They see not the heinous hurt of the hills dug into dales
Nor drink they pure geothermal juices of the guts of the earth:
Here must I lie die till Sister Seine flows into my entrails!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
lumbar, allegory,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Chogadella, chogadella
gleef a finkle, fangle doo
Sanking froth a wank forchella
bleetting hist la trencheled sloo
Calibali, spork n’ mally
jopelwanker deef walore
Ectaglancy, fallet plantsy
untwotopa feething glore
Mannyouopo, slifered glupoe
dangelation, clastig blaye
Homertempor gleeving sempor
happystead youngstuckers kaye
Gurf-a platted, lumbar chated
cheeperbrest du mingle bee
Chogadella, chogadella,
made up words for poetry
Categories:
lumbar, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Eyes widening on her fashion tattoo
Fine black lines freshly pierce you
Faded blue scrolls on a sailor's arm
Thick black Celtic lumbar tattoo
Egyptian hieroglyphic symbols taboo
Tiny fine line rainbow and blue.
Mischievous eyes hinting a secret spot
High fashion models strut for the shot!
The tiniest tattoo there is so discreet..
Teeny rose tattoo inside there is so sweet.
The needle sews in another fine stitch
Forever under the skin their name on you.
Little designer angel and heart tattoo
Back of the neck, inside the ankle
Armband,lower back, tummy,inside of lip
Skull,have we missed anywhere yet?
Tribal markings to denote you belong
"They're beauty adornments"so goes the song.
Categories:
lumbar, social,
Form:
Blank verse