Long Rib Poems
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She refused to speak her name
and told others of the shame
she felt knowing I was akin to her
she recognize her as Terra Nullius
someone unclaimed
somewhere nestled between
unwanted and never needed
an easy mark for someone
who wished to dared to freatover
a chore for understanding
made into a myth by those
who sought convesment of her
Liawat Rib!
a musing joke often
might someone seek interest
to seem more adoring and maybe
even interesting
yet until then she'd
speak down he nose
and say Terra Nullius
until she anwsered
She without a Master
Unclaimed by anyone
Terra Nullius
neither to be spoken of as claimed
an oboe might make her
sound more appealing
until then might the flutes of Change
sing her words
with sound
a music
type arrangment
triffled to began
and a chore to end.
Creator
Father
Has made for me
And for me only
Taken from my rib
such a delightful gift
I AM OF CLAY AND DIRT
BUT YOU MY DARLING COME FROM MY RIB AND HEART
My God excuse me our God
Has made us together
We're as one
We have over come
Please release your love
Your God transends
The promises of men
You true beauty is in your mind
You are awesome and so kind
I will forever wear
Your heart is in my spirit
As I close in so endearing
In Christ and faith there's no distant
I come to you with love in mind
I love you dearest forever I...
Creator
Father
Has made for me
And for me only
Taken from my rib
such a delightful gift
I AM OF CLAY AND DIRT
BUT YOU MY DARLING COME FROM MY RIB AND HEART
I love you woman
You're from my rib a delightful gift
5/12/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “God Made all Women Beautiful” 2018©
It is said that the universe runs on laws that are far above us
That to reach these laws would be to understand
Reaching for something as solid as light
I have touched this ray of hope
It has lifted me to the heavens and I almost understand
I have come to know the completion of the law
The reason for life, joy, fullness
But now I wish I knew not
I know nothing. I know to much
How horrible it is to be void
It is wonderful and full of hardship
I have experienced the rising of my soul and its fall
I have lived
Never can I rid myself of this
For to do so I would have to die
I choose to be in pain
And have only its memory
As proof of devinity
In 1958 we saw the end of an era.
Mused the Curtiss Wright scholar.
he told a crowd of people
that an America that didn't
trust in the newness of creativity
would see a day were only exterior machines
would be looked at as something American enough
to be bought. Standing on the Promises of Yesteryear he
saw using the brands of yesteryear as the way to
move America forward.
He talked of reinventing the way we travel.
By moving the design forward
and never looking back.
Not using the samples of yesterday: but
creating new product under a Brand Name recogniable
enough to create family oriented appeal to modern auto's..
Bringing people together in the ailenment of futuristic design.
Creating quality Auto's and Luxury Products
were people from all ages could be proud to spend and buy.
The aquistion of Parkard motor Company:
to create from the sketch pad, a product
that would rival all companies. Building both
handcrafted timepeices
and the manufacturing of
products that would set the standard for quality
across the globe. He ended his speech
saying" Packard: where have you Been!"
"Mould from clay!" said the divine, from these ribs we shall make our art that is fine. We shall celebrate with the innocence of thy wine, and mourn with the thickness of her bread.
Everything divine is moulded, but everything divine is never a straight line, for man is the perfection of art - and only he knows the line.
Let him take the clay that he desires, lest he throw it into the beastly fires. Fetch it to me if you know how to mould, for one can only make clay within the cold.
This is the story to be told, of Lilith, fire and rib - she does not but take from the crib, for that is Samael, the breaker of rib.
He is the one who bathes in fire, she is the one who bathes in desire. Let it be said that this is true, from God comes clay, rib, and fire too.
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 needed a companion - so God took a rib
and made one for him - one less was a good price,
even then paradise would be half as nice,
now instead of once, nearly everything was twice.
We know that companions can be difficult - tempt you with
the tree of knowledge and hanging juicy apples,
and suddenly slap on all kinds of tricky labels,
but all is not lost as simply time tells.
However, as time went by, birds began to fly
and nobody wanted to die, only make love with a sigh;
did we really need a friend - could have kept the bone,
self-sufficient, autonomous, intact and home-alone.
Perhaps next time, everything should be the same height,
and live their lives - no one scared of a spider bite.
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
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