Best Surf And Turf Poems
lord of the outdoors
ruler of the castle
king of the barbecue
wielding fork and spatula
like a maestro
snow rain or shine
surf and turf
burgers or hotdogs
rotisserie chicken
exotic kebobs
grilled colorful veggies
nontraditional desserts
take a bow
you’re a pro
submitted on June 26, 2018 for contest SUMMER COOKING sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES
Lonely Blue Ocean
breaks the abiding gold sands....
surf and turf mingle
under clear undaunted skies---
blue moon fades to sunlit gold.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Chef Bourdain
1956-2018
Surf and turf, a sardine in tin; will travel.
Your downward spiral
Magnanimity that whetted our appetite
Fans everywhere you excite.
Consumed the exotic and
consumed by erotic specialty dishes.
Five mother sauces to haute cuisine
Mouthwatering too obscene
You've come to your exit; I hope it’s delicious!
I celebrate you, it’s all been nutritious.
12/12/16
Another day and night, involving the moon and sun
Crimes committed where the perpetrator(s) did or didn't use some gloves
In places where there is either room or none
I'd call it a gift and a curse
For what it's worth
It didn't work out at first
Until I had learnt
Elements like Wind, Fire, Water and Earth
94 of which occur on this planet and 118 in the universe
People ordering or at home cooking a surf and turf
Many homes with or without a christmas tree skirt
Many dinners followed up by some sort of dessert
Items lost and found above and underneath the dirt
Popular toys for kids like Nerf
Food and terrain intentionally or accidentally burnt
Situations that indicate a red alert
Meaning it just may get even worse
For any individuals regardless of if they're familiar with Captain Kirk
Like deltron said, " no need for alarm"
Objects small and large
In order for some to be functional, they need an electrical charge
Food being preserved and stored in jars
For when times get hard, so that they and the ones they love don't starve
With effort and practice difficult tasks no longer hard
Some wear what they consider a lucky charm
People showing continual disregard
Unraveling faster than a spool of yarn
Near and far from any barn
located on or off a farm
Locations off limits, locked and closed down with bars
In space there is a lot of stars
What exactly do they know about Mars?
And any other planet similar or different from ours?
By: Dalton Ogletree
I have a feeling
that my dog is so spoiled
that she doesnt like dog food anymore
apperently she want's filet min yung and lobster
well this isint the surf and turf doggie cafe
get your head outa your furry butt
and eat your alpo
Joan’s spouse requests surf and turf.
Bob’s stature and beard - a smurf.
In short, she plays cute,
Puts on a wet suit.
She climbs iron board to surf.
Bob tells her to get on down.
His ask, does not make her frown.
She winks as he guides
And rolls with the tides.
She’s hot off the plate, his clown.
7/16/2022
Limerick Contest
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Sea surreal in darkest nets
Nocturnal-ness in jaws and tentacled breasts
still the thrill, breathless at my thoughts
the sea - a catch
The sea a catch, oh my stars
that settle like flickering candles
on tremulous waves
The sway, the dance, oh
the romance of candlelight
aboard the deck of dopamine
I resist the thought
that I’m in-between
cruise ala royal dreams
The drift of ebb and flow
I fly so slow, slipping
undertow, envisioning
serpents and maids
I’m made for the sea
See my tales splash
flibberty-thrashing
about in a net
netting the seashell gold
of surf and turf
sweet sands that tug
my eyes and heart
I blink
back tears
When will we see each other
‘gain, this match
of tenderness and angst
Let the torrents roar
Let the sides capsize
Let me touch your silkiness
your depths
your traps
of playfulness. The reader
must think me silly
as I surrender to the crests
and climb aboard
to see the sea
and sky collide
I’m given over
and under
in thunderous claps
to sated and salted
direct attack
of anything that might arrest
my joy
my exploration
my destination
my ploy
to dream without danger…
I went to the butchers to get me some fish
I asked for some haddock to bake in a dish
The butcher said, “Sir, if it’s fish that you’re after,
You’ve picked the wrong place and you couldn’t pick dafter.”
He said, “If you want fish you want the fishmonger,
I know cos I bought some fish when I was younger.”
To find the fishmonger did not take too long
In order to find it I followed the pong
I didn’t want fish bones to stick in my teeth
So went in and asked for a nice piece of beef
The man was abrupt, he was no politician
He said, “I’m no butcher, Sir… I’m an optician.”
So how do you like your sushi
just sashimi on a plate?
or do you prefer it wrapped in nori?
decorated with microgreens and eggs?
And is there wasabi?
that heat to the tongue?
just a dash or a dab?
Does it make your nose run?
Do you dip in soy?
or is it the modern aminos?
without that salty it seems a bit drab....
Do you like your fish as an appetizer to your meal
or can it be the main course?
Do you want a bit of surf and turf
alternating between beef and fish
culinary exertion almost unreal?
Start with seaweed salad, edamame or just some simple hot green tea?
And is it chopsticks or handrolls?
or do you eat with your hands?
Are there other accompanying tricks?
I long to hear of your distinguishing traits
as you tempt me with your stories and wit
So tell me your tales of sushi
and I will tell you mine
And then perhaps we shall have some saki
and find another way to pass the time
- Do you like it raw? - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 6/15/2024 2:48PM
Yeah... I am a bit salty today
In The Moment II
the topics for discussion got me thinking a little rushing
society is blind you see I therefore dedicate myself to poetry to be set free
at of every twist & turn of episode its good to know
arm me wth harmony ought buiding up my sweet legacy
lasting dignity to what one is willing to achieve
the mark of a true man with a deffinate plan
throughout each twist ad turn as if a roller coaster ride
we all tend to run away and hide
a sparkling array of elegance by the ocean surf and turf my favorite potion
the unique chemistry is inside both you & me one can agree
many are just living in a land of make believe
but we need to be set free
another door bell rings
the choir now sings
fade to black working to hard can give you a heart attack
yet we have the tendency to over react
some men's heart have them falling a cult
some seek for truth in a garbage can
when will we live for the day that all will understand
there's magic in the mystery goes to show you better know your history
yet we are only human just be in the moment
you know your going to get through this
breath deep in through the nose out the mouth
we tend to *****, moan & pout
but what is this life all about falling apart at the seams such an easy scheme
most pople want to hide away get away for their routine
inside they hide behind four walls that bind
today its the walking dead the almost blind
just to know we are created from a higher power magnificent design
I've made love to the earth
rode the waves of a tidal sea
from the very day of my birth
to greet the world despite its cacophony.
I watched it grow as I knew it could
setting its imagery of joy and tears before my very eyes
walking with the creatures of the open wood
beneath the brilliant blue and yellowed sun lit skies.
In the crevices life exists in the surf and turf
between the grains of flowing sand
and I crept with the gifts of God's green earth.
and set myself on a human path to land.
I am in love with this wondrous revolving sphere
there can be no other reason as to why we each are here.
when you leave home in your childhood,
ne’er returning
until Fall
after childbearing years,
oh the hues kaleidoscopically whorl in your eyes.
i’d nearly forgotten Oz,
dreamlike leaves clipped on trees —
dazzled us in Louisiana.
we wanted to follow its trek
to New Orleans.
yes, we had the boogie board blues
of Oahu, stirred by rapturous waves.
but oh how we craved to drive
off the island, and drive and drive,
on and on... for miles at a time.
we stopped to visit kith and kin,
didn’t fall into the Grand Canyon
even with three very small kids.
we hearkened to Carlsbad
with its alien eyes,
the open sky inviting to all,
then hiked the caverns
with one daughter
strapped to hubby’s chest,
two more kids in tow.
After these extremes the wonderland of trees
red, gold and burnt orange —
I Remember these!
how had i forgotten,
fooled by surf and turf —
the swoosh of sirens
rocking me to sleep,
the witch of the West
waving her wand,
“and now my beauties,
something with poison in it I think,
with poison in it, but attractive to the eye
and soothing to the smell…
poppies, poppies, poppies
will put them to sleep.” *
we left the land of lush leis
and ran right into
yummy Autumnal daze.
9/8/3019
*Quote from the movie The Wizard of Oz
got rhymes that rap got rhymes that reel some may say it's no big deal
like a human shield we come together light as a feather no matter the weather
got me on a leash trying to impeach Trump I got a hunch call me late for lunch
to walk the miracle mile still to know all the great while I'm not a wild child
I base my grip on the fix prone to the gates of heaven not a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven.
Frozen from the scenic view where others simply have no clue what to do
It's all a battle for your mind but some are stuck behind the blind
out of every situation we need to be home frying the bacon you know what I'm saying
A return of the Mack you know where it's at we got peeps in the street with dancing feet
what a treat to bask in the vast expanse between space and time to be wined, dined & 69'd
Hip hop you know where its at working too hard can give you a heart attack
A Return of The Mack got this fever to take us higher down to the wire for your desire
The closet king takes his swing where the freedom bell ring ain't nothing but a thing
pretty faces painted laces let us be proned to stay away from basket cases
souped up body kit with rims on the side we all want to run away & hide
Got cheap trick at the end of my stick your rhymes are slick give me a sip
of my magic potion surf and turf by the edge of the ocean basking on the tonic magic lotion
rap is for dreamers who live for success dress to impress don't lift up their fist
hovering seagulls
beach-going lunchroom bullies
what's for dessert
©8/10/2018
Down the pike, seasonal traps,
and festive lures trundle in,
weave ways through orange barrels,
past Red Lobster’s neon’s
a surf and turf backwash of traffic.
Pumpkins drop dead gradually.
Bedside Halloween costumes,
seams worn to a frazzle, no longer dazzle.
Yet we cheer for the sexed-up masquerade
with its side-offering of ghoul-masked kids.
A sidewalk Santa fumes;
gives us the finger behind his sandwich board.
Shoppers both freeze and simmer in puffer jackets,
coalesce in electric clumps.
Strip Mall's hum and glare.
Plows push a gathering sludge
from here to there.