Best Gumbo Poems

Where's Izzy Gumbo?
   Great poet here on the Soup-
      Last post was 2010.






If anyone knows please let me know
A. Green


5/27/12...

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Seafood Gumbo

Start with a dark brown Roux
Just like those Cajuns do

Next add the bell pepper and onion too
Tomatoes and garlic cloves, just a few

Cover it all with chicken stock
as this will help the flavors to unlock

File' and smoked sausage now go into the pot
Add the...

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Sausage, shrimp, okra and rue
    Ingredients stew
Tantalizing onions smell
   Garlic simmers well
Crabs still in the shell
      Chicken too
         Woooo!!...

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Gumbo

When the cold wind blows in the evenings;
And the black snake can't be found.
When the rain falls on the pine trees;
And there's frost upon the ground.

When the rooster sets a'stewing;
And there's crawfish in the pot.
When Momma's busy stirring;
Can you guess just what we've got?

Dark and...

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Gumbo that talks
Gumbo that sings
Gumbo that walks
Gumbo that gleams
Gumbo that stalks
Gumbo that bites
Gumbo I see during the night
Gumbo thats fat
Gumbo thats green
Gumbo that lives
Gumbo that dreams
Gumbo that died at age 53
Gumbo that bought a peice of gum
then died drinking his rum
653 and still weighing down
his...

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Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible prison self made,
thus wishing to don persona
of such an éminence grise
as Jawaharlal Nehru,
and trumpet courteous helloo
before...

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With no specific tone or direction.
And , than suddenly: Whoomp! the tone began to change
it devloped into a"whoomping groove" 
it's beleived to dereive from Pickett
the lyrics said
early one morning I ran out and hollered
my voice echo'd down to the swamps
went down to the water wiff...

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Silent and smiling, is a girl upon the land,
Laughter in heart and pen in hand.
A sketch is made of a day and a new plan.
And a hot coal sparks in the eye of man.
Thunder rolls over landscapes of mind,
Leaving droplets of dew and a golden...

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When you’re done packing, then you can begin snacking.
Turtle soup is never lacking, to leave your lips smacking.

Gathering turtles is a game, without any kind of shame.
No one will ever even blame, tastes like chicken the same.

Make a trip into the loop, then chase slowly...

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Looking for Gumbo  
 
He had wanted Gumbo, the local café was out
he had to seek a broader horizon at home he couldn`t find it.
He took the coach to the end of the country, but no
the further away he got the less Gumbo, he...

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FIVE days before Christmas, we neither
dream nor think about a white Christmas.
We see mostly red, green, silver, and gold.
We are rather pleased with a cool and sunny
Christmas Season. And we can't wait for the gumbo.

FOUR days before Christmas, our daughter is shopping
for us, her three...

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Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo

Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
presenting poetic hodge podge 
and mish mash to you
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally

custom designed invisible 
prison...

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"gumbo"


let me all
OW the
soup
to

stew
sizzle &
simmer a
while while

i while a
way all
that
is

a time
in a day
for this is
the hour or

our win
ter of
dis

content...

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In a fog invested swamp a witch call on hell.
The natural rhythm of the swamp is silenced.
A demon has appeared.
Moving shadows and unnatural light encloses
the small home in an unholy bubble.
Moaning wood announces the creature's invasion.
The witch's heavy breath.
Her breath is visible despite the heat.

The...

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As I watch the rain coming down in measured bursts onto the dark waters of the vast bayou.
My mind notes the watery circles and bubbles that trace alligators asleep in the slough.

I check my lines as the sun goes down. The wind fights me at...

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