Best Clam Poems

Oh, clam chowder, how I would love
You to be like the thing you claim you taste of.
You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm
And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form.
Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive,
Because I guess that clam is just too expensive
To be present...

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I found myself within a shell
Upon an oyster bed.
A wayward clam stuck out his foot
And struck me on the head.

Hit by this sea of insight
Pearls of wisdom, so to speak:
If  barnacles grow on your backside
That clam'll think you’re a geek....

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ocean wave retreats
water spurts erupt behind
clams beneath the sand


May 3, 2918


1st Place ranking in "haiga - haiku - Theme sea - ocean" Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
May 11, 2018...

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What's all this about, why are we here
Time's much too short till we all disappear
We're having so much fun
Many challenges to be won
We're happy as clams, year after year


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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The Zebra Mussel Invasion (The Story Of The Three Hump Clam)


God’s opalescence-

                 Mississippi riverbed

               ...

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Be a Seashell or a Clam
I sit here at this ocean's edge watching boats sail on by
Sun begins its fade another October sky
Water tranquil, oh so calm, the nightcaps settle in
This sky reflects a gilded red awaiting another day to end

I feel safe and find...

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I'm one of many people with shovels in the sand.
Some even go digging the crude way by hand.
In the estuaries, it is now low tide.
There are sandbars that the waters hide.
Buried in the sand are those round white shells.
Hunters are hoping that the number swells.
How...

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Manhattan Clam Chowder

Warm and wet a real delight...

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though rocked, tossed I am

             by waves of spite, swirls of sham,

             I'm the cool, calm clam....

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There once was a clam
In a shell on a beach
By a rock under sand
At low tide out of reach

Till a boy with a hat
And a pail and a rake
Moved the rock and the sand
And the clam he did take

Said the mom of the clam
“I could...

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*Image of Shell The Beach Pearl by Pixabay.

the clam

cool clam chills
glacial claimed precious life
pearl rolls the seabed

2021 August 29
*HM*
Bite Size Poem no19
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2021 September 04...

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CLAM SHELLS, SEAWEED AND A WHOLE OTHER BUNCH OF JUNK

I looked through the ocean
I searched through the sea
But I never found me

She always said that we were different
I’d ask how and she would always say
“only in every definitive way”

So I set a course to change...

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Talismanic turbans trade togas. How great. Short grin large grin. Big beam. And now an elephant in baggy trousers dancing. Peachtree waving. Chutney calling. Tantric trade. Tanks. Till not a tailor. Traditionalists trumpeting. One six zero. And a purple patterned silk cloth. Rice dance then....

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A SIP OF SEPTEMBER
we met in mid-September
at least i remember
there was me drinking wine 
and you looking fine
I re-named you Miss Delight
And the rain didn't dampen the magic i felt that night
as you recounted your life that was mostly a lie
i'm sure some of it...

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Our boat is first to slice
The green snake skin of Clam Lake
This Saturday morning in May

Heading east to the mouth of Grass River
Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows
Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible

My son at the wheel
His long hair a wake of curls...

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