Rib Poems - Poems about Rib

Prime Rib Prime rib bone in, marbled fat Spiced with garlic cloves Smoked slowly on a grill with Mesquite wood chips till Center is slight pink Melts in my Mouth! ...

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He ran his hands over my body Like he was searching for a place He could begin to pry me open Without ruining my face More snake than human I am Undeserving of the gift His hands delved into my body Like he was taking back the rib...

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in measured mood spontaneity of an arrested moment knitted together with experiential symmetry...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The call to cut, dizzy came, the rib is off, Now woe man! Spiritual farm farmed by he None another could carry; Moisturized soil dried, Sea wildlife fried, Bush toil players, roared but are reared, All other breeds feared. At eve, He was hissed, Ahhh, the devil dined! This stew is rare; not many but few are real, Thine rib made thee whole. All these, many are...

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Learn to say ‘Sorry’ to who is broke: Don’t him near to make of it a joke, Even if you were to him Nice Bloke Or playfully would his rib-cage poke; He’s now saddled with burdensome yoke And easily could in whisky soak. Remember it’s ‘Sorry’ to The Broke Rib-cracking it might be leave your joke The once-tuneful voices, a croak So Trifling...

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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, ...

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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...

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Looking everywhere for the missed rib In the bus, train and posters to lead Pleaded God to provide with a little hint Every time encountered with a gleam of a rib Fooling myself thinking it’s mine to reap Rinse and polish it to fit with the rest Yet, not lucky enough to make a swear in a church The rib that I...

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"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...

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J-est A-bate S-ad M-oment E-ndorsing R-apturous F-eeling A-s J-oke A-nd R-ib D-on't O-ffend Topic: Birthday of Jasmer Fajardo (February 23) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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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...

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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...

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