Long Rib Poems
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Am I invisible?
No, I’m not.
Sometimes I feel like I am.
Sometimes I wish I was.
But deep down I know I’m not.
Even if it was my deepest desire,
I’m certain it’d ever come true.
In this house,
I may not be invisible,
But my feelings definitely are.
Like they’re hovering,
far away from my body.
Where my family can’t see.
I soak in the words they preach,
When I become the outlet for sadness, anger, and grief.
My body moves mindlessly as
I comfort them.
Each and every person.
Even though it is never returned.
My brain taps restlessly at my skull,
Begging me to listen,
Begging me to acknowledge the twinge in my chest,
the tears building up in my eyes.
But I can’t.
I cant.
I lay alone in this bed,
Staring into the darkness,
Wondering why noone cares.
Shouldn’t I get some compensation?
Don’t I deserve something back?
Aren’t my kind words,
My selfless actions,
Deserving of something,
More?
I’m told to “keep it together.”
But why me?
Because I am stronger than them?
more mature?
more understanding?
And yet I am so young.
Can my heart keep beating,
With this many wounds?
My rib cage is torn open,
blood leaks from my chest,
dark crimson stains the world
around me,
and yet I still ask,
“Are you okay?”
Even if it is my life,
I will offer it to them,
For it bears no importance to me.
Surrounded by these people,
The ones I call ‘family’,
I am a counsellor, for all ages.
I wonder where I store it all,
All the trauma -
That’s been passed down to me,
Like a secret ingredient,
Measured by the gods.
A treasure to keep safe.
And I lock it all away.
Will I ever escape this?
Am I always to be seen as just another diary to dump words in?
Someone who will drink up the sorrow,
From her very household,
Just to prevent a flood?
When will this torture end?
I know I love them,
There is no denying that statement.
But I no longer wish to walk around with the label “therapist” stamped on my back.
Don’t you see the scales above my head?
Dangerously tilting,
About to fall?
I feel like sometime soon,
The bolts will loosen,
And all will fall apart.
I am breaking into pieces,
cracks appearing with each trauma untold.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t here,
I wish when they saw me,
I was seen for conversation - normal ones.
And sometimes I wish I was invisible,
Or maybe not even here at all.
I might be able to bring an end to all of the world’s turmoil and strife,
Because I think that I have stumbled upon the one true meaning of life.
It seems it all began a long time ago when Adam got his Eve,
Let me tell it to you right away so that you might soon believe.
The Lord made Adam fall to sleep and then He took from him a rib,
He said “From this I’ll make a woman,” He wasn’t trying to be glib.
If there’s one thing in this world I know it’s that ribs should come in racks,
And they always should come in one of two ways, St. Louis or baby backs.
I prefer the baby backs although St. Louis style has its fans,
You should be able to enjoy either one you like with dry rub or sans.
You’ll need to coordinate the type of wood you want to use for smoke,
That reminds me I wanted to remember to tell you this woodsy joke.
It seems there was this young tree hugger, who chained herself to a tree,
She told the logger who came for it that you’ll have to cut through me.
He said, “Lady, with the chest you’ve got I’ll need to get a bigger saw,
You shouldn’t be aloud to wear a shirt that tight at least without a bra.”
Now that I think of it, my own shirt is getting kind of tight,
I think that the time to start a diet might just about be right.
With what I’ve been through I’ve added on one or two extra pounds,
Maybe this weekend I should try to golf one or two extra rounds.
But golfing is the kind of sport that takes up so much of my time,
Perhaps to get myself in better shape a stair master I should climb.
When I climb the stairs to go to bed at night, I really am so tired,
Sometimes I start to think about the things to which I have aspired.
And I wonder if the things that I’ve done will ever add up in my life,
Then I turn out the bedroom lights and I kiss my ever-loving wife.
That’s when it dawns on me that no matter how my mind is leaning,
At that precise moment it’s the thing that gives my life its meaning.
That gauzy speculation may be as fleeting as a whisper from a dream,
But the next inspiration waits in line for its turn, in my eye to gleam.
So please remember that the life you have is a gift from our Creator,
Enjoy every second you’re given and live it like there won’t be any later.
I hope the meaning of your life is clearer to you now and this can be a sign,
But if you’re even more confused, at least you’ve found the meaning of mine.
A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you.
Naked Flamenco
( A sultry summer night spent together
With ardour between us growing
She whispered, “Let me dance for you”
I agreed, little knowing………………. )
Binding spells of mysterious wanting
Soft dark her eyes looked
Into the shades of my mind
An enchantress of fantasy
She etched her velvet pattern
On veiled secrets
Parted
Dangerous lashes flutter desirous
In emerald peacock pupils
Midnight burnished hair let fall
In captivating tangles
To full ephemeral corners
Of soft bitten lip
Coy damp line drawn on her cheek
Captivated
Her expression acknowledges
With known provoking smiles
Eye lights shine saying “already mine”
With twisting flamenco poised
Sensual arm insinuates to finger tip
And eventide's rose is pale skinned
And naked
Curved line from ankle
Writes portents to the nape of her neck
Through black tousled sexual spinal blades
Shoulder dipping
Quivers her femininity to rising breasts
While arched longing
Mouths the indescribable tactile seconds
Of her promontory dancing
Patient in toe tip exquisite she places
Penchant elegance
Of her naked ballet
The ribbon swirl of vanished gossamer dress
Depicted wing-ed arms
She rises a surrealistic
Flight of angels created
In soft light air brushed forms
Of muscle, rib cage, bones and tendons
Body writhed centres eclipse
On pubic between
The epitome of gestalts navel breathing
I shudder Goosebumps of enthralling
Built by such grace of a heavenly
Consecrated female
Led beyond mere heated needing
To a place resplendent
With sheer un-tameable and un-nameable beauty
Guitar stringing twangs the milliseconds
Of her overture
Spanish castanets tap click fervent
Pronouncing the rhythm of my heart
Naked pale formed Goddess
Gently rips from me
Every appreciations confession of
Perfections contours
Fine satin sheen hairs risen
Beading sweats slight trickle
Aroused by my infatuation
Nipples stiffen
And I am drawn from and by
Heavy breath to music’s ending
To land in her presence
Panting
She has seen through me
Every century of a woman’s glory
And with a slow beckoning finger
Her eager eyes
Tell me
It is so
She passed many things, daily
As records played in the background
Don't go near, stay away, don't touch
Til she drove herself to the only place SHE could be
.................................FOUND
Monotony has a rhythm of its own
Familiar carries a purse of peace on its shoulder
Til the very thing one can never have or be
Is at the very place, forbidden, but now, wiser and older
She looked, maybe that was wrong too
But a glance caught her inner eye of wonder
Difference sat itself, right there in the tree, for everyone to see
The earth beneath her footing roared with thunder
She came to herself with a fevered haste
Rushing to leave the sacred place
.......lest sHE behold HIS fierce face
She avoided, went around, cut paths in the ground
Yet there difference still sat, living, breathing, NOT DEAD
............peace.......the only .........sound
Time stood still at the site of difference
The record played "Don't go near!" Yet difference
.............is HERE
Pain seared in her mind as she began to reason
Truth wasn't for the one who came from a rib
Men carry vision of the GOD, allusive, unknown
Maybe sHE could be greater if her mind uncovered
........a...........what???
No! Away, go away, little girl
Awwww, the pain, it hurts,
............ugh! I don't care if I DIE
...................nothing is as bad as THIS
CONSTANT BEATING OF A DRUM, GET ON WITH IT LITTLE GIRL, GO DO WHAT IS ALREADY .........................................................DONE.....................................
The bullet shot through the window, shattering glass
Leaving a hole for her to approach and finally ask
.........a question
She did it, walked into the presence of difference
And Difference wasted no time to point to the pain
He ran over the messages secretly playing
In the back, pushing her to the point to act "insane"
She repeated the message as though it were TRUTH
But Difference showed the flaw in reason and touch
Sitting in the forbidden tree no one could come near
Made HIM god, and obedience, a broken crutch
............for a HUNGRY god
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/20/2020
Note: Pain is difference. It is the thing that makes us grow and come to know what is of LOVE and what isn't. We must push into our pain to understand, rather than yield to the idea it will last forever.
It was you from the moment I seen you.
I knew in my heart I would be the one to rescue you, but in the end you ended up saving me.
I see in your eyes the pain that lingered inside.
From your past relationships your pride was on cloud nine.
My theory was to put your fears aside.
You feel like I am like all the rest, so you continuously put my love through a test.
Why won’t you let me love you?
My love is a virtue, forever lasting external statue.
It was you my handcrafted imbue tattoo I cling to.
If you only knew how I truly feel about you.
I was sculpted only for you my sahib, I am your rib.
You’re a reflection of me desperately wanting love, but scared of the many risks that come with it.
Love should have come with an asterisk.
You’re my only weakness causing infectious affection.
It was your personality that spoke volumes to me, showering me with chivalry.
Persistency kept me where I wanted to be.
Let me be the one you need, all you need is faith as tiny as a mustard seed.
Abundantly this love will be an adjustment for you, and me.
If you should have a nightmare just know I will be there.
If you’re hurting and need to cry, I will be the one to wipe your eyes.
For my love only identifies.
I fell in love with you, not for the things you’re able to do.
It was simply you…
If you should happen to get laid off work, I will be the one standing in the door.
The only one you brace oneself for.
Your personal landing gear, I am whole heartily sincere.
I will be your rocking chair.
If the time comes and you begin to lose your hair, baby I will be your favorite barber chair your personal concierge.
It was you that introduced your love voodoo.
Only wanting you timeless déjà vu.
You made me love you; you are my lifetime band aid.
Now let me be your brigade, your right hand grenade.
You’re forever nursing aide.
The sharpest in your drawer knife blade.
The one and, only ace of spade your jack of trades.
Equivalent to money your love is symbolic.
A polished rocket you’re extraordinary, and solid.
Biologic process but simply flawless.
If I am getting off topic I might be losing conscious.
Thinking of you makes me forget my surroundings.
My heart starts pounding echo sounding.
I automatic start smiling, it’s simply astounding.
You knew it has always been you.
It was you.
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------ this is meant with a degree of humor -----
------ but I know, joy is in the ears that hear -----
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To quote as truth a source for which
You otherwise show great disdain
Is humorous at best, a stitch
That some might say was not quite sane.
And if you cherish this sweet book,
But have not read it much of late,
It’s time you took another look,
And gave some other verses weight.
If Genesis is normative
For when it is all life begins
Then we should take a closer look
At other verses close therein.
For “breath of life” can only be
Applied to one by “Adam” called;
That you’d apply this verse to Eve?
Oh, exegete! Do be appalled!
In fifteen verses, very clear,
We see God do a nice ad lib,
Puts Adam in a heavy sleep
And liberates Eve from his rib!
Now something here just can’t be right;
No, something here just doesn’t jive.
God’s “breath of life” did not her grace;
The woman cannot be alive!
To call these verses normative
Is simply ludicrous, of course.
The “breath of life” God gave the dust?
Not air, but animating force.
And in this telling of our firsts
neither of them come from a womb,
So literal or figurative,
we need to give these verses room.
A babe will breath when it is born
On schedule or ahead of time.
You know that’s not the entry point:
As silly as a talking mime.
Way back in John, when Christ appears
upon arising, after death,
Gives the disciples Spirit then,
Conferring it with sacred breath.
Were they then dead before he breathed?
In some sense, yes, perhaps contrived
Christ’s Spirit thus has come to stay;
Spiritually, they are alive.
You don’t belive that labor does
Somehow propel those clumps of cells
By magic through the birth canal
And then form babes when they’re expelled?
Of course not, or there’d be a glitch
In logic with regard to sections.
But nobody believes all that;
it's just a case of misdirection.
We read a babe lept in the womb;
In Psalms, He forms our inward parts.
Christ, too, alive, ere left the tomb,
And now, he’s giving life to hearts.
Let’s study then, the scriptures well;
Bereans be: look for yourself.
Review in depth when life begins,
Not leave His counsel on the shelf?
Your Elysian Killing Fields-
Your soul, my Love,
is the pristine gilded white,
that cascades down from Heaven's summit.
A river that fills me, a dry riverbed,
with your milk and honey.
Your current carrying me along,
to your eternity.
Eternally, flowing along,
your emotional streams,
towards your heart's tributary.
A maelstrom of passion,
pulling me down into your pools,
solitary actions.
In solitary enormity, destiny-adjoining.
You are my clandestine pulse-
that regulates my being,
with sacred verse.
You are the specter in my blood.
The scepter of my throne,
With you I can believe, in anything,
except for being alone.
Anything, everything you do.
Winds around me as a grapevine, entertwining.
The seduction to drink from your cup.
The ambrosial wine, your overflowing,
flowing into me.
Your passionate canvas calls to me,
to sculpt in its delicate flowering.
In hungered heaves,
when your rib cage expands.
Anticipating,
your Dove's-wanting to be freed.
Only, by my hand.
Free as the flame's flare,
the burning, consuming.
As I stare into you,
feeling your Crimson Fires, there.
Feeling as though, stalked prey.
In your Elysian Killing Fields.
Euphoria in sway,
atop your succubant meal.
My fate's threshold, crossed and sealed.
Helpless to your Impish ways.
I remain held, by your captivating allure.
The intoxicating poison of your capture.
Poison of your angelic tainting,
that runs through me,
clouding evermore.
The Conductor of the chemicals within me.
You entrench, your surrounding,
that abounds around me.
The Ballerina of the Little Death.
In sourcery, comes,
seduction's breath-The dance- of the seven veils.
Perpetual, into hunger's ballet,
which permeates, the skin,
burroughing its ethereal entrails.
You're always a puzzle,
a timeless wonder,
always to be.
The first of my needs.
If you turned to be the Devil's Daughter.
I fear he would have me, indeed.
My Love, the other part of me.
With this dream-
I pledge my Love to thee.
Yes, you are the ghost within my wings.
I am a phoenix rising from the sea.
Bring me out into your spring.
where I will drown,
in your farthest reaches.
Life to me, you will endlessly be instrumental in, as the Lords revival brings.
The Elite warrioress from Elysia to
Elate me, inflate me to Life from my dreams.
God created man in His Image
Man is to have dominion
Over all the animals
And land
God Blessed Man
With Woman
Taking in fashioning a woman
From out of the side of man
From Out of man’s Rib
God stated Man in woman
become as one
Mystery of Marriage
As Husband in Wife…
Pure Love Together
sustain entire time in life
Husbands to Love their wife’s
Just as Christ Loves the Church
and gave himself for her
Husbands ought to Love their wife’s
as their own bodies
A husband who loves his Wife loves himself
Wife’s ought to Love
their husbands the same
for Out of her Love for her-Man
giving him his Place
as God has planned
her husband to be
Head of his household
Over the castle-the King
Same In return..
As she be the Queen
God made woman
From the rib of man
To be man’s companion
This way neither be alone
In times lifelong days..
Woman was made
to be next to man
Walking together side by side
Holding each-others hands
Mystery of Marriage
Is When two come together
As man and wife
They both He and She
then established as one
their place within life
as woman is Next to her man’s heart
Walking by his side
Love equals out all things
Marriage sustains
True Love… confides
Interweaves.. Never leaves
With Two hearts Cherish
Pure Love endures Together binds
Two Souls, Minds
Love within their hearts
As time unfolds
As Solomon spoke;
Price of a good wife is;
“Far above Rubies”
Just like a precious stone
In order for Wife to Shine
Should be guarded, supported
And Forever Treasured
As Love Beyond Measure
As husband and wife
both cleave to each other
Sustains their marriage
Within time of this life
Man shall cleave to his wife
As she shall cleaves unto him
Sweetness of Pure Love N Truth
Mystery of Marriage.. without end
Both from same yoke
Together Forever
Tho.. Life Long ends
Still yet be even then beyond
Both Eternally Born-again
Treasures of Love & Truth
Two Hearts… Souls within is one
Walking together always
with Our Fathers Son
God’s Divine Love
Jesus Christ
Sustains all things
Within this Life
And Eternity…
Mystery of Marriage
God brings Two
Together as One
Forever Worshiping God
Following Christ
Pure Love & Truth
Sustains Forever
Now and beyond
Together Eternal Life-time
Form:
I AM EVER - WRONG
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COPYRIGHT-POETESS-MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
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i am ever wrong............
i sing my life's song...
in front of the dead body........
i am ever wrong.........
i want to see ..........
the sun...........
at mid night...........
i am ever wrong......
i want to see the north star............
at mid noon............
i am ever wrong..........
i want to see the full moon.....
at the new moon.....at night.........
i am ever wrong..........
i want to hear....
the laugh of the happiness..........
just after new born baby's mouth-toothless.........
not the crying..............
i am ever wrong.......
i trying and trying .......
to stop the death...
.......... of the living body........
i am ever wrong............
i like to listen.......
the recitations .....
of the dumb's mouth.................
i am ever wrong.....
i chant in front of the deaf.........
i am ever wrong.....
i show the mirror .......
.....in front of the blind..........
under the rays-shined……………
i am ever wrong.....
i pray..........
....to the nature,.........’’ hey ! ……..
kindly ! end , the tears of the humans ‘’.........
i am ever wrong.......
so i find and find.........
……by my foolish-mind………
.......the love in the endless universe...........
I am ever wrong……….
why ? because , I reach to the destiny ……..
of the successes-ways……….
I am ever wrong…….
yes………I want to change the rhythms of the heart……..
which is in my rib cage……..
I am ever wrong…..
I again and again…….
try to control my eyes……
please ! don’t close…….not shut……
be the ever open…..
at living body………
do not blink……at awaken times………
when I arise…….
and also do not close at sleeping times………
I am ever wrong………..
though I know I will meet with my death……….
and forever will stop my movements……..
yet I continue …… my breathings ,…….
…… always…….
……..un-necessarily………
………..freely………………..
I am ever wrong…………
to hold my age forever at stage of young………..
I am ever wrong……
I take birth ……..
……..again and again….
on this painful-earth…….
I am ever wrong…..
I waste my times for dreaming………
and request to the time ,……..
‘’ don’t go ahead ! ‘’………………………….
I was born in the wrong era:
My heart longs for romance
My heart longs for love letters
And public declarations of love
My heart longs
My heart longs for chilvary
And a tip of the hat when I enter the room
My heart longs
My heart longs for doors to be opened
And flowers on my doorstep
My heart longs
My heart longs to be serenaded
And not to feel jaded and complacent
My heart longs for clarity
And confidence
My heart longs for a Bridgerton..
And Wuthering Heights kind of love
The kind where it’s unwavering.. uncontainable and where no one loves the other more
Where the love between two is shared and declared
My heart longs
My heart longs for those stories where our hearts beat as one
In unison, beat for beat
A love that cannot come undone
A love that is strong and complete
My heart longs
My heart longs for a love that holds a safe space
A love that knows no bounds or excuses
A love that knows each crease in my face
And dares to study each corner of my mind
A love that withstands the test of time
Shouts from the rooftops
And cannot believe that he is mine
And I am his
A love that reassures and adores
Every part of me I try to hide
A love that is transparent and kind
My heart longs for a love that’s difficult to find
A love where I can bare my all
And know that in his arms I can fall
A love that brings peace to the turbulent sea that is my heart
A love that will cross oceans and travels the seas.
A love that climbs mountains just to be close to me
My heart longs to be set free
To pour out all of the love contained within me
Without being left feeling empty
But rather a reciprocation
Of unlimited and unconditional love
A love that is deep rooted in an unmoving foundation
Of peace and respect
My heart longs for a love that does not need to be checked
A love that is easy and seamless
The hopeless romantic in me no longer tugs gently
But, screams for the loves described
My heart longs for a great love
A love that is inscribed
in the scriptures
A love where I am his rib
And he is my protector
My heart longs for the softest of loves
That allows the flowers in my garden to bloom whenever he is near
Consider this my prayer for the love
For which my heart longs…