Best Rib Poems
The rib of Eve is fashion's price
A sadistic trap of six-inch heels
Some masochist's torture device
Or for added bust appeal
To wrap the torso so austere
And lift upon bands of steel
The French grandly name the brassiere
Paris, an exacting Madame
Wielding her whip of sharp cashmere
No slouching, suck in that diaphragm!
A lady glides on blistered feet
Starved to belong, sweet tooth be damned
No sweat allowed in any heat
Only single digit sizes impress
Shunning all those more than petite
Sisters, what happened to progress?
Our feminist freedoms manifold
We deserve to be a mess!
Gray is lovelier than gold...
4/12/19
For Quirky Tercets contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Love at first sight was the
language she spoke
A sight to behold
to the angels she woke
A creation with broken mold
from the Divine
The description of beauty
branded in the mind
A angelic appearance
her presence defines
What to do with this spirit?
That forever clouds my eye's
An ocean that desire
could not drain
A torment, envy
could not name
Both heaven and hell
she is the same
The possession of beauty
an undeniable claim
A wondering star
in the universe of her name
Both heat and light
brought forth by her flame
The invisible force
filling my sail
Where rudders direction
succeed or fail
Secret confessions to my
soul been nailed
my desire to possess
and my controls impaled
My eyes silence being hailed
by souls satisfaction fully regaled
The unforgettable sight
that memory cannot fail
captured by photo or ancient
paint brush. Not for sale.
Perfection and it's causes
Divinely detailed
Reflections and its pauses
hopes derailed
Adam's rib
genetically engineered --
Eve's birth
Ó November 27, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
THAT MIGHT BE TOO SUBJECTIVE FOR HAIKU FORM. Here's another go at the same
idea...trying to learn the form!
the Bible
states God made Eve from Adam –
genetic engineering
I have been told that once I say that the Bible States, it moves away from a real image
because the bible doesn't talk and haiku is supposted to be objective and real. It
becomes subjective at this point. On the good side, it does have two distinct gramatical
parts.
I am STILL WORKING ON MAKING IT A TRUE HAIKU...
Here's another go at it! >>>>>
Holding my Bible
Thinking on engineered genes –
Eve from Adam’s rib
Ó November 28, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
This might not work because the idea of Eve being created from Adam's rib is a story
that might be a fantasy according to many. So...still working on it!
OR maybe this will work >>>
holding my Bible
pondering engineered genes—
exhume his rib
Ó November 28, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
I have been told that pondering is subjective...but I am using it as an the act of
pondering in this instance...hoping it will fit the form. exhume is rib is a possible action
and referrs to one person...hoping it will take people back to biblical thoughts of Adam
and still fit in the haiku form. WAITING TO HEAR as I continue to learn that Haiku "ain't"
as easy as it looks!
note: the first one fits the form, but I am told it doesn't meet haiku requirements.
Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make this checklist that leads me to find the exact empty rib slot to where I fit, …. (as it is written in the Bible scripture of Genesis 2:22) thanks!
The Empty Rib Slot
I think I might have
A perfect checklist
Highlights from men
Gathered now missed
Yes special highlights
Each man carried some
Now added to my checklist
For a guy having it all in one
This could be the key to find
The man I’m dreaming of
Not with bits and pieces
One filled full of love
A man made for me
No it would be not
I should fit perfectly
Into an empty rib slot
Let me share this list
With every one of you
Then decide for yourself
If it could possibly be true
My first check comes from
This guy with dreamy eyes
He deeply touched my soul
Way more than ever realized
He even had a special smile
That made you want to grin
No matter if life was down
He encouraged me to win
There was the big hugger
With squeezes oh so tight
He lifted me off the floor
Like if I was taking flight
He never did grow tired
Of giving me those hugs
I never had to ask for them
He always did it out of love
Then there was the dancer
He stayed light on his feet
He loved dancing with me
Carrying rhythm and a beat
Now of course on this list
There certainly has to be
That best friend I count on
Who can also count on me
I am even going to count
The good points of quality
Generated from my brothers
And even from my daddy
From them they all carry
A very good temperament
Always being so easy going
Not looking for an argument
When I am nestled in that slot
With a perfect feel of passion
All of his glory will then shine
As it eludes from my reflection
The most important one of all
He who shares a spiritual side
Being spiritually open with me
Not allowing his beliefs to hide
I know how this all may sound
Like a crazy thing that I’ve got
I want the man I fit snuggly with
When I match his empty rib slot
Florence McMillian (Flo)
It was a shock
Even though I didn’t check the clock
That colorful approach blew my mind
Cause it was seldom to find
Prior to this time, panted my heart
like never before
My system shook in search of the
missen…
My members anticipated for as long
as I waited
For time tickled slowly in delay of
fate
But something keeps beeping in my
head
Up! Up! It seems far away in the sky
Soaring with birds of unequal
feathers
And I know that’s ‘’U’’
When will force of gravity start
working in opposite?
When will rapture show its face?
Even if rapture and gravity take to
no concern,
Then I will board a plane
But still waiting for gravity to go hay-
wire,
Suddenly comes the heaven kissing
the earth.
And now comes my dreams at my
disposal
Oh! What an aura to behold.
See her smiling to attract sentence
My star, my heart, my baby
The rib that left before my inception
You’ve just filled the lacuna.
For I was blind yet could see your
heart
Dumb, but could still tell you that I
love you
Deaf, but heard you when you called
my name
Lame, yet walked into your life
Your eyes prints give me a reason to
stay
Your sonority reverbs in my tympanic
membrane-all wisdom like a sonic
boom
Hmm! I feel the euphoria of true
love
And I know we’ll forever move with
the speed of light
Now, my members dangle for joy
They jingle doggedly because of this
mingle
And never would I want to remain a
single
For my heart still pants to answer
your emotional questions
But…. Wait for a while!
Don’t I need some check up?
Ah! My chemistry has lost its sense
of organization
My members gyrate even when I
don’t take cigarette
I am drawn to what I cannot
understand
But that’s not my fault
Cause at the touch of love, everyone
becomes a poet.
You seem unclear,
The fogged-up sky of a dewy morning.
You won't be cleared,
A blurred part of my vision,
A cataract regrowing.
A cancer eating up my soul,
A well dug up hole.
I know what it means to be hollow,
You know how far you echo?
How long must you stay there
defiant in the darkness?
Do you not know somewhere
a glimpse of you is needed?
Why do you stay there in the arms of another,
Knowing I die awaiting your presence?
Even trees have bended wills.
Stars shine at night
why have you chosen the eclipse?
How long must I wait watching generations pass,
Fashion changing,
How long must I sit at the bus stop waiting
like you're coming from the extinct?
Why must you sit, careless that I am shrouded in loneliness?
Deserve I no taste of your lips,
No sense of your perfume, sight of your dress,
No hug to to keep for evening colds?
I need you now or better still my rib,
For I am a log floating hollow on this downy sea.
Out of a rib
you were created
my love
but are you
(my Rib) the rib
that makes us whole
as man and woman.
Or, hey, man
Is that my rib you're looking at?
My lost rib is lost
Girls reject me everywhere
some raise their noses when they see me
In the college they ran away from me
claiming my socks smell nasty
In dance halls bull-dance is killing me
I am told my feet is big and flat like Chapatti
That is the reason I step on every girl’s foot,
if I am lucky to be picked by one
In places of work I am lonely
I am told my pocket has pot-holes;
that why I cannot by ice cream.
A rat in the mosque and me are brothers in want.
One heart-breaker told me to check in the mirror
for the size of my big nose
that inhales air without discrimination
“God made a mistake. Your nose is fit for hippopotamus.
Engineers can hire your nose for warehouse ventilators,”
she ridiculed me!
I sit and ask myself; why me of all youth?
Where is my lost rib lost?
I should go to the anatomist for examination.
Probably he will tell me that I am the only one
with twelve pairs of ribs, not eleven.
By this I will rest my case.
MY LEFT RIB
The day thee were created
A soul mate was made
Right from your left rib
She is your soul mate
A soul full of affection
Waiting for thy infection
Affection plus infection
To draw your vision
And catch your mission
He is eagerly waiting
For the presence of thee soul mate
Whose vessels are full of love
Thee soul mate thy love is vital
like a soul
Thy love is bleeding like a heart
Thy love is flowing like oxygen
I'm waiting for thy love
Pictorial like a heart
Waiting to see your eyes
Brighter like a rounded moon
Waiting to glance through the face
Lightening like the sun
Thy black skin like Indigo
Thy white teeth like corn
She's eagerly waiting
Waiting for her lover
Praying day and night
For a true lover
Waiting for a right man
To ask for her right hand
To make a right partner
For the eternity right journey
If love is blind
Then let I be a blind
For I want is a true lover
If love is a dream
Let I be a dreamer
Continue dreaming of my soul mate
Till the dream come reality
If love is a river
Let I be a swimmer
For I want is a lover
If love is an ocean
Then let I be a sailor
For I sail the boat to look for a lover
If love is a war
Let I be a warrior
And save my lover
If love is a ball
Let I be a player and be a keeper
For I want to keep my lover
Dear soul mate
If thee be a root
I will be a stem
If you be a flower
I will be a fruit
If you be a snail
I will forever be thy shell
If thee be the head
I will be the neck
For I hang thy head
If thee be the tree
I will be branch
For branch we use to climb
Eagerly! Eagerly! Eagerly!
I do wait for thee
©® Abdul Wakeel 31/7/17
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Adam, consort, spouse to Eve,
to no other must he cleave.
She, created first of clay,
Adam followed the next day.
Eve, divine, celestial spark,
crowned to rule the patriarch.
Adam, gift to Eve, her mate—
he is hers to subjugate.
If you think me turned around,
you will see where truth is found.
From his rib she could not come.
Female is the primal one.
Adam did not come before,
as is told in script and lore.
Adam's form— altered and flawed;
woman is the shape of God.
Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement primarily involved visual arts, literature—poetry,
art manifestoes, art theory—theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war
politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works.
This is my attempt at Dada.
Zring Zang
pinggity prong pang
jumping across from train to train
Bring Brang
sissity sis sang
circling round, round the storm drain
dring drang
ribbity rib rang
Trains and drains, over my life reign
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the original author. © Alisha Groves
Rib-eye steaks are on the pit
Seasoned with dad’s rub
Are you all ready to grub
Meat will fall off bone
One bite, it’ll be gone
Then drink Ice,
Tea!
I languished in pool of pains
I sat the brook of tears
Oh my rib; do I submit to creed?
The tribal bridge couldn’t have barred me
Look up oh precious rib
Behold the serene climate
Stand firm oh rib; hold firm
Sail the stormy ship with me
I saw the cloud assembled
So I became resolute to walk the rain
Does that mean you never saw it?
The range land is near
Break the cord of tribe and creed
Weary not your heart
Stand firm oh rib; hold firm
A succulent prime-rib roast
thickly sliced, blood rare,
a baked potato topped with
sour-cream, chopped chives
and melted butter,
a gourmet
feast!
(Epulaeryu)
05,02,2019
My mother told me
That love is perishable
If it stands on the wrong
Rib
she said
A woman without
A rib is a strong wrong
Empire
She told me that
Beauty is in the character
And love is an action
As she had grown
To know that
Occasions makes no
Hero but heroes makes
The occasion
She said
A fish in the water is escapable
From Fisher men
A fish wife is a ribless woman
The husband can never
Escape from her claws
Respect your rib she said
But the harvest of a woman
Is real when she is groomed
With homely Manner's
And not because she is
Beautiful