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Japanese Sushi Bars

The best ingredients found coming from near and far, can be found at any great Japanese sushi bar. Along with the seaweed and sake vinegar rice are many raw seafood items that show to be nice. There is shrimp, lobster, octopus, squid, and cuttlefish; salmon, tuna, mackerel, caviar from lumpfish. Artisans can prepare it in any way you wish. It goes well by itself, or with crisp fried tempura. One need not go to Tokyo or Yokohama. There are many fine places to be found in the States. On any night, take the car and zoom down with your mates to any number of great Japanese restaurants. They have what it takes to satisfy all of your wants. There are so many fine items anyone can choose This can be a great night out! You have nothing to lose!


Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

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Aquatic Image

~cuttlefish create
floating parades of visions
along coral reefs.~


Copyright © Effie Blake | Year Posted 2006




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On the Beach Translation of Etiemble s poem Sur la plage by T Wignesan

On the Beach, Translation of Etiemble’s poem: Sur la plage by T. 
Wignesan

(The end-rhyme scheme of the orignal : abb(b)a, cdcd, efef, ghgh, iijj, 
klkl, fmfm, nnhh)

How good-looking he was this spy
all studded with sea-shells,
that the sea disgorged on the beach
(that the waves buried on the beach ?) 
at the very moment we departed this world!

Anemones for his eyes,
a clam instead of an ear,
a bouquet of algae for haïr.
Long, hard, white and similar

to those statues of salt,
for every tongue a cuttlefish bone
whose caress rough and dry
awaited only a venomous kiss.

Clothed only in sand whose fever
and the shock of our death
had turned to wood our lips,
we called into question the treasure :

« English ? – French ?- Nazi ?- Who knows ?
But Young, Oh ! yes ! Drowned, that’s for
sure ; doubly drowned : the mouth open
for the ultimate gulp of green water.

How tenderly you leaned forward
to seal the ancient eye-lid,
that a tear, born of your needle-eye,
heavy, colourless like stone

trickled from his mouth : the honey
suave !- « Oh ! the sea anemone flowers,
there, unfolding their double rainbows,
bubbles of rubber easily stained ;

look, I killed him ! » « Fool, I said to him,
admire with me the prodigy,
and the proud perfume of his body
the body of a deceased still faltering. »

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
 
 





Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2014

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administration of pineapples

Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an oceanographic breeze to a tree of great magnitude as deviance can be discovered in even the smallest of bud. Playing a trumpet during a daring pillow fight whilst groundsmen look out in horror at the large gathering clouds of fin shapes who have arrived to spill their juices thus setting up camp. Many cathedrals giggle at the thought of tortured bears. But basing one's thoughts in a recently baked fruit cake is often rare so instead turn to 1:1 and sing sing sing in a boom box voice. How opiniated is a section camera? How gravitational is a 9 foot bull fish? So place four wheels on a piece of crusty bread, balance then a lettuce leaf above, take two cotton bud drops of beetroot juice to create a satisfied smirk. Then place on an antique tray and deliver with great speed to the sausage dog who is waiting with great patience upon the paisley rug listening to the tick tock from the dome on the fireplace. Fake not an apple. Dare to balance on a broom handle? When wishes are wands and waves are weaving. Tidally. Trapeze. Trapezoidal. Trip. Trap. Tip. Till. Tolls. Trolls. Trapezius. 4% of a dark seated shroud. Moulded. & 56% of a lit basin. And nothing can ever really be decided in a vindictive pan of pea juices so please do not play hop scotch in a pan. From many layers form many eyes and ears and thoughts too have lives so travel very lightly when visiting a mobile plane. And planets also spin and clap yo create vast swabs of colour. Energetically produced atomic flares. Lifes creators. And mountains can walk so try using a cavern as a cape. So comforting. Still is the air of a dawn surround. Pleasant is the aroma of a passing dolphin whose brightly lit umbrella forms a beacon for a vast array of cuttlefish on an excursion to cloud clam. Beetles are beating their acres of field drums. Whilst machinery is left to the ground. It was very busy poisoning humans and grounds. But now it is alert no more. Only visited by thorn, beasts, and passing flies. Stink not a house with a seven inch pie. It is not clever and will never bring clarity to a bowl. Whilst classifications of earthworms can be seen in the mist complex of tapestries worldwide. Is merely the outward projection of a missionary orb whirling through atmospheric conditions and when water pressure is tight never put on a green or purple skirt as harmonics are nit located in strange thighs of yellow so sink on a bus of gold. So spoke the penny farthing of the dinner injested and the inherited wisdom speech of a large goose can be found on dandelion hill on a sunny cloudless day. Sundown is time to bow and moonlit skies are for prancing. Pronging a fork into sealed ground to release tension. Even an earwig has more knowledge than a human. Whilst the whimsical lady adorned with pearls and guilded horses sits pleasantly sipping tea after investing much in the eradication of the populas. Assured of safety in an underground palace awaiting a shuttle to the site on the red planet. So injest not items of denim as domination arrives in the forms of military vests. And swooping circles of yellow enforcement whose faces are devoid of emotion at this time of great peril. So all now sing to the mountains, skies, and field. Assistance will arrive as predicted by ancient scribes and wise folk. Listen and pay great attention to the inner logics. Where earth may see adjustments. And pickles never cry. And butter can be very slippy so never ever attempt to ski in a pan. Goblets of giving then. Pig playing pianos pleasing plinths'. Duristrition. Duties. Double. Doubled. Duvets. Divans. Dogs. Digging. Derived. Divinations. Did. Do. Doing. Diving. Dripping. Xxx blankness. Blanketed. Boom boom boom. Banging. Bringing. Birthing. Xxx papering. Xxx administration.


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

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Grandma's Pets

Grandma's Pets

My granda went away to sea
For many months on end
He'd travel on a fishing boat
With his brother and a friend

He used to write home regularly
And tell some quite tall tales
About being in a far-away place
When he was actually in Wales

Once they actually went to Africa
He wrote he was bringing Gran a pet
When he came home with a small cage
He'd brought her a marmoset

He opened up the cage
And up the curtains it did run
The curtains tore, granda laughed,
Grandma didn't think it fun

She said it had to go 
So to the pet shop Granda went
He returned without the Monkey
And to ‘Coventry’ he was sent

Granda apologised and said 
that he would compensate
Next day he bought Gran Tip,a cat
Bimbo, the budgie, feared its fate

He'd run up and down his ladder
And his cuttlefish he would gnaw
He took one look at Tip and thought
'I've not seen you before'

One day he pecked his bell so hard 
The clapper fell out onto the floor
No matter how much he pecked it
That bell would ring no more

Bimbo, I’d known since a little girl
He lived to a good age
I still remember that fateful day
I found him lifeless in his cage

Tip lived till he was seven
Many kittens he would father
Mrs Thomas would bang on the door
And get in a right lather

“Your Tip's been paying visits
To my precious tabby Pip.
If you don't keep him in
I'll see to it he has ‘the snip'”

After Tip came Ruff the dog
A cairn terrier with his papers
We would laugh so many times
At his little doggie capers

There were two unbuttered teacakes 
Sitting on a plate
Mum went to fetch the butter
She came back to an empty plate

Ruff was looking sheepish
Crumbs all around his chin
The cute expression on his furry face
I could swear it was a grin

We lost Ruff when he was eight
Poison in his canned dog food
If that had happened now
The manufacturer we'd have sued

Grandma put her foot down
And told Granda “No more pets”
She missed them all 
Well most of them
But not the marmoset


Copyright © Jenny Linsel | Year Posted 2017

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catch in a net

A semi shriek of an atom bite should never be viewed as the submission of a rug. For rugs wear earplugs, and belts with chains. Very heavy locks can also be located in that type of wirey loops. Fabrics can change and alter through time correction. Using battling beans and chips to dip and slurp can simply not be the answer. It is too generalistic you see. And sweeping crumbs can often uncover missing gems that sparkle. Lewd is the miscommunication and misjudgement of the shrapnel falling from miscellaneous guns. And weary not. And wear not. And weave not. A giant battling bee bomb. Buzz buzz buzz. Extract fuzz. Great. Or not so great. It is deemed less necessary to eat a bacon slice that is not fully cooked. For too much slob is no good for the handle on a door. Gated guarded grating girths. And a fortification of a fibre. Giant slopes where pods are arranged. Oh how wonderful. Wow. And a fornicating hedgerow is neither a fish fork nor a ladle when painted in oils. Italics itemised innermost inherited inhabitants. And of course the passing of nineteen cuttlefish in a sky burst is a scented form of communication through lines of fins. Good. Harmonisation z


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

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Pie of thought pleaseing pickiled pineapples

The cuttlefish are laughing today. Comedy came creating calm conical creations. A large cake came wading over the nine mile swamp. Why are you sat in a hexagonal formation? Dominance is derived from daring deeds. To which the five foot reeds replied we are hexagonal mineral compositions and compositions are complete and complete is a chamber of commerce in a restaurant dining. Just modern rails on flailing arms, legs and beads sweaters with hats and scarfs. All in preparation for snowing times ahead. But first along comes the leopard in a pair of skintight trousers and a vest top. It is dancing around and singing away. The microphone is very fed up as it does not enjoy monosyllabic format of over ingested creations. It prefers the periodic pyramid style of the pies of historical thought. Ideological ignorance ignoring inspired ideas. And the glowing colourful plasterboard smiling and smoking and speaking to the round tub of plant. So go tickle a fish then with a ticket. Hahaha pleasing placemats hahaha nine foot cup of coffee carrying a coconut tree. Xxxxx Inspirational Z that was the p Y Q reporting from the zone of play castles and doll houses with a break for tea and cakes. Ok good. Z


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

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Love

My loveless wreck is a swarm to you
It covers me until the icing wind burns
Curling into flakes of demonic illness
I have never made love

I adore and yet I never have
Pushed hard with those splinters
Coating me like wood
Burned into years upon a clock of
Black eating heartless pangs
The dull nothingness escaping
Like so much water and silver
Heaven's coins do not speak
In a simple ettiquette, a silent force
Where colours fade
That cuttlefish spine
It burns as a wheel and evaporates

I am hungered
Starved like so many nations
With thick Nazi thighs
I have never made love
My red startling heart piercing endlessly
Plucking holes into damage manipulation
The red flag which emblazens never white
I have never made love

_

For Daffy, the only person who can fully understand.


Copyright © Nathaniel Köhp | Year Posted 2009

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Shimmering shaking silken sea

A  Sunny  Winters  day
Cool sun kisses skin.
Pastel coloured ocean
Shuddering salty sea
Pink apricot morning sky
Seaside meditation tape.
Rolling frothing waves
emerge at fast intervals
Driftwood on the shore
Gold sloping sand dune
Giant swirly starfish studs
Seagulls squawking high
Leopard jelly  sea slugs
Spiky  red rubbery corals
Glittering foam sparkles
Extreme low tide no wind
Cuttlefish ,  tiny shells 
Haystacks of seagrass 
Jelly baby jube aneama
Soft small gentle waves
sound like a waterfall
Seagull flock flying low
red rimmed pale eyes
breathing hole red beak 
red webbed feet high
flushed to body in flight.


Copyright © Mariana pavlich | Year Posted 2006

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Under the surface of things

If we have to see the fishes closer
and   immerse ourselves under the surface of things
I put on the wetsuit
The  diver's paraphernalia 
And I let myself go  to obscure distances
And think no more at the air, which usually
fill my lungs …

I am a ludion suspended in waters
Tickled by shoals of fish that roam
Caressed by jellyfishes, eager for a country ,
One above, which they are not allowed
As I am no longer allowed for sunlight
So low, beneath   tons of moving liquid.
That is, across the border turbulent waves,
A reserved area, where the feeling of feet wouldn’t be enough
And that includes me, and swallows me
Like all the certainties of dry floor …

And cuttlefish lend me their naval ink
Writing for   the memory of the abyss,
The silent vrombissemnt  of   orcas passing
The strange lanterns of monkfishes
And the maze of colorful corals and anemones
Dancing with the warm currents
Barely the memory of man
And an oblique wreck, portholes with crimped
Shells and rust, with its scale
Hanging on the railing of  useless.



Copyright © rene Chabriere | Year Posted 2016

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Seductive sediment

Cellotape a cornflake to a six inch singular cheese packet then swing under and over the metronome roundabout. And a coffee coloured synonymous character can be overlaid with biscuit coloured charm but lying down on an apple cake can be most advantageous in the winter season. Bloom then blink. Wrap then warm. Wow. Now watch out please and do not skid on a skating path. Ok. Do you understand that a ground is not a grin and a grin is not a gravel so jump three times singing alleeee allloooo allleeeee ok then. Oooh nice vocal touch there. Very harmonising. I shall try something else now. Repeat after me. Porkus porkus porkus peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooo oooooooooooooo then aaaaaaa eeeeeelay eeeeeeluuuuu elllllaaaaaaaaaaa. Great that sounded good and now we should have alerted that blade of grass over there. Look. That it is time to grow. Ha. Fantastic. It is so pleased by our harmonics that it is taunting the garden tools. Un unified is a unnecessary undignified angle in whorls of self dignified aspects. Glow then. Feast not a fracked out field of polluted ingested soil. Eradicate this in a compost heap. Composure is neither costly nor counterfeit. But a oneness with a cooker is very useful when twirling a twig in a bush.so don't clean a fridge with a dirty fridge magnet. Instead use a very large long embroidered cloth. Cattle fish cuttlefish in a heap then. No ha. Jumping baked bean yes ha ha. And eleven acres of fortified wine can bloom in a bacon organised cellular tart structure. Hahaha now eat a blamange under a blanket. Hahaha weaponry whipped cream cantering. Todays bulletin brought to you by p Y Q at %unknown. Xxxxx phosphorescence z and polishing a glove is about as important as riding around and around a left handed triangle on a three wheeled bike backwards carrying nineteen turtle doves, a dice set and a carton of the most exquisitely tasting papaya root. Ha ha true. Sediment.


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

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Synchronized in chords fgh

Pictorial evidence of a moon beam dancing dangerously across a road with a stripped sun is only to be depicted by a jury who knows the sanity of true speech. Whereas a gutless cuttlefish could curd if left in the heat. For over three millenia a greedy goblin has baked human cakes but used land ovens. Land ovens are often incredibly hard to clean really. So grab a sponge early. Before it escapes on that plate. How odd the oddities correlated in an oval office original order of occupation. And a fathomable bag of whiskey and chips are best served in a large bath that dangles from a ceiling akin to a giant swing. Wee wee wee goes the small beetle. Giggling grabbing garters gathering goo. And a paste of pie. Never let it be said that an ornate dish can give orders to a kilo bag of organic potatoes. Ok then. Good. Eighty six miles with a whisk. Must be such a hurtling errand really. Wow. Fantastic isn't it. O overplayed lava of volcanic news in a lava launch. Hahaha tidal travelling trains..hahaha sitting shoes shaping sacks. Xxxxx cosmography z. With the p u q at the Z moment.


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

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ABDICATION

It was a domestic pain,
when we came apart in boots and helmets.
Taking the shine away, moon gave up the fight
on lake, against the clouds, a sniper
intuitingly, started a homicidal blasting
to start the rains.
 
An ode to sepia needs scrutiny;
cuttlefish had a second thought. No faith
permits the slaughter of septa. Walls were  squinting
to see better. A square root will find the squall,
between the breaths. Beyond arousal of oceans
a shaken, surreal, blast from a craven rifle.



Satish Verma


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011

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Deficit dump at a zero incline

Pictorial evidence of a moon beam dancing dangerously across a road with a stripped sun is only to be depicted by a jury who knows the sanity of true speech. Whereas a gutless cuttlefish could curd if left in the heat. For over three millenia a greedy goblin has baked human cakes but used land ovens. Land ovens are often incredibly hard to clean really. So grab a sponge early. Before it escapes on that plate. How odd the oddities correlated in an oval office original order of occupation. And a fathomable bag of whiskey and chips are best served in a large bath that dangles from a ceiling akin to a giant swing. Wee wee wee goes the small beetle. Giggling grabbing garters gathering goo. And a paste of pie. Never let it be said that an ornate dish can give orders to a kilo bag of organic potatoes. Ok then. Good. Eighty six miles with a whisk. Must be such a hurtling errand really. Wow. Fantastic isn't it. O overplayed lava of volcanic news in a lava launch. Hahaha tidal travelling trains..hahaha sitting shoes shaping sacks. Xxxxx cosmography z. With the p u q at the Z moment.


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

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Tidelines

Tidelines

Where land meets sea will always be a special place for me,
Born by the coast, my early memories often seem to be,
Of happy hours beach-combing, adventure mixed with leisure,
As I searched the beach and tideline, for a host of hidden treasure.
Sea glass sparkles in the sun in shades of green and blue, 
The mystery of a “Mermaid’s Purse”, which in my childish view,
Was more than just a Dogfish egg-case, cast upon the strand,
But fashioned for the use of some strange, Sea-siren’s hand.
The shaped bone from a Cuttlefish, so white and light in weight,
A crab-shell now vacated, which was Nature’s armour plate. 
A pebble of Carnelian, semi-precious in its beauty,
All added to the total of my growing, childish booty. 
And even common seaweed was a source of fascination,
As I popped the Bladder Wrack, in simple admiration,
Of Nature’s innovation, and its infinite design,
Even in the plants which grew in seas of salty brine.
Driftwood scoured by the sands, in shapes so strange and twisted,
Thoughts of distant shores from where those works of art have drifted. 
Shells of different shapes and sizes, many pastel hues,
To add to my collection, which later I would use,
On bottles and on boxes as attractive decoration,
Presents for my family, from my shoreline exploration.
The ever-present hope that the magic of the Moon,
Would drive the next high tide to bring a Spanish gold doubloon,
And leave it gleaming high and dry as I patrolled the beach,
A precious piece of history, within my childish reach.
Of course that never happened, but still today for me,
There’s so much that I treasure, from my days beside the sea..


Copyright © Michael McCarthy | Year Posted 2018

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ABDICATION

It was a domestic pain,
when we came apart in boots and helmets.
Taking the shine away, moon gave up the fight
on lake, against the clouds, a sniper
intuitingly, started a homicidal blasting
to start the rains.
 
An ode to sepia needs scrutiny;
cuttlefish had a second thought. No faith
permits the slaughter of septa. Walls were  squinting
to see better. A square root will find the squall,
between the breaths. Beyond arousal of oceans
a shaken, surreal, blast from a craven rifle.



Satish Verma


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009

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Pick pocketing pineapples

Synchronised zephyrs are holidaying in giant zones. It is interesting to note that this experience is not an easy excursion. For such weight is waving and waving is not a noted duty for any passing shoal of cuttlefish appearing on a highway. To watch a duck eating a four course dinner and drinks is often an enlightening experience. But exploding beach balls can make quite a large amount of mess. Measure messages metrically. And so the talking tiger traverses a roped bridge bringing the lively little cakes. A centimetre chats to a kilometer. And static sailors are looking at the peas. Take no silvery signal box to a five star hotel. Ok then. Wear a silky suit then. Good. That should please a pantry pickle. Hahaha waving washing machine passing. Xxxx Broomfield brook xxxx dodecahedron zzzz


Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017