Short Rib Poems
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in measured
mood
spontaneity
of an arrested
moment
knitted
together
with
experiential
symmetry
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!
Wore a Bib Eating a Rib
So buddy can you spare me a rib;
Am eating one while wearing bib;
We ate a few,
Which will do,
Hearing Trump telling another fib.
Jim Horn
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?
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
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
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!
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
When she hugs me, she fits perfectly into place, like she belonged there.
Almost as if she had been carved out of me, sent around the world and finally found her way
home.
Like taking a rib out of Adam to create Eve
She is my rib
And my rib fits perfectly.
Form:
I tore a letter from inside my ribs
not a heart, just the script of your name
written in red ruin and birth fluid.
You were never mine.
You were my plague.
And still I prayed at your shadow.
Every sentence you whispered
became a worm in my lung,
a hymn stuck in the throat of a dying god.
And yet, when the mirror begged me
to choose life or you
I held your rot and kissed it clean.
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 the woes on he,
Beside the sin, sweet is she.
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
Every summer in Paisley Ontario
On a huge grassy park field
A festival is held every summer
Constants set up their gear
Then begin to cook the ribs
After cooked add their secret
Visitors are given special cards
They have to rate the ribs eaten
People go from booth to booth
Tasting all the different ribs
Then at the end of the day
The ballets are counted
The winner wins a prize
It is dining out to eat
The prize is for two and
a movie
How wonderfully you were made
Unique and gorgeous you were fashioned.
You were created in my absence and being
But i was there in our unity
This is why you seem more of me
Reason is my holding on to you
And reason is your coming to be.
In us let the union be united
All i needed in you i find
Filled my tank of joy if to be measured
My part you are; i'm not to be estranged.
To have you eternally i have willed
My joy, my life, my missing Rib.
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 Words - For God’s Sake! - don’t fit
Some in helpless chairs cheerfully sit
But soonest mortally themselves hit!
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.