Short Ribs Poems
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Ribs
My right and left detestable ribs aren’t
recognised as
meeting required standards as
stated by
Miss Certify.
Slap Ya Mamma all over
And soak 'em in beer
Next morning smell the mesquite
Sizzle-juce and fat
Impregnate the air
Love smok'n
Mmmmmmmm!
He put his ribs on the grill
Trying to show off his cooking skill
But the flames were too high
Twas trying to reach the sky
But smoky knocked his grill down the hill
Rarely, perhaps never
relying on written
recipes, I would much
rather smoke baby back
ribs rubbed red with spice, then
rising early, go and
row to make extra room.
freshly smoke- grilled Texas pork
mixed with honeyed pulp
mouth tasting tender ribs, meat
as cherry sauce drips--
weekend's festive treat
to die for
OHHH!
She's tough.
Ana's tougher.
Barely seventeen, five stone
Gaunt and battered, she stands alone
Dependent on the lone knife that slays her.
I wish I could, she tells her food.
But Ana says I can't.
One day, she'll win.
She's tough.
Honey smoked ribs on the grill
Come and eat your fill
Roasted corn, drips with butter
Taste buds aflutter
Peach pie on the sill
Ice cold beers
Cheers!
June 3, 2022
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Sponsored by M. L. Kiser
To the body I wish I could see
Why oh why can't you be me
I wish the work I do in the morning
Would show instead of the cautious warning
That nothing I do will stay
And that layer of fat will remain anyway
Clinging relentlessly to my belly and hips
Oh how I wish you could see my ribs
I want you to touch me until
My ribs become piano keys and my
Lungs are filled with sheet music I
Want you to love the way that
Art fills my soul and blooms in
My head, I want you to hate
The way that I can't let go
I want you to touch me the way
That the crisp winter air suffocates
The corrupted inside air.
I know I should not care
About the skinny ribs of a pear
But when you are eating one
And your tooth gets hurt, it is no fun.
I thought they did not have bones I said.
Who told you that? Asked my neighbor Red.
I had some before, and there was nothing hard inside.
Maybe they took the ribs out, suggested Mr. McBride.
A rack of ribs bathed in smoke,
Rubbed with lots of spice
Tender meat falls off the bones
Juice runs down your arm
There’s no need for sauce
Hickory
Wood!
I should clear up the confusion. This is for a friend of mine, Nancy, who has asked me to smoke ribs for her birthday this weekend. It's a 7 to 8 hour process.
Went to Tennessee with my niece,
ate Memphis ribs sitting in peace.
Barbeque in the South,
still watering my mouth-
where Elvis sang his first release!
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State Limerick Poetry Contest
Kevin Shaw
July 23, 2019
They have command on me
my posture has been so
since birth and even now
a grown up, no change
The back has followed
the legs are going there
why can’t a guinea fowl
produce penguins, swans?
Why is choice in nature
so elusive, so limited?
Why can’t I become really
what I admire in nature?
I want to be free to be happy
but I’m condemned to be
a bent bow without arrows!
In summer, we grill them in our backyard.
Preparation of spare ribs is not hard.
Just light the charcoal, and let it get hot.
Is there a special brand of barbecue sauce you've got?
Spread the sauce on the ribs and let them cook away.
Barbecued ribs make a special treat on a summer day.
Make sure you get your share before they all go away.
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My voice
broke
on the edge
of breath.
We stripped
the bark
from our ribs
like trees
to find
no center.
Blood
is a language
we forgot
in churches.
I held
your absence
like a flame
burning
under my tongue,
while skin
remembers
the names
we
never
spoke.
I was becoming
not better
just
closer
to the fracture
before
the old name.
And you
fell into me
like a glyph
not carved.
We did not rise
we undressed.