Crayfish Poems | Examples

The Big Tuba

The soups and  breads were fixed 
know seemed to have interest
In that. One commented that the
Chickens used in the soup were as
big as geese, naming one kingKong. 
Garlic and margine was used with
Garden herbs to create the croutons. 
He would be a one man ed gang to
complete all the tasks still needed to
be done before the party goers arrived. 
She like using terms for the chores
which were incomplete and offered to
do them herself, Fee-end she spoke of the
staff lacking to clean both softshelled  crabs
and the softshelled crayfish. They should be
I ed of put in the frig she said. 
Leaving the crew of one puzzled. A hall of fame
to the genius who invents a robot who isn't afraid
of my tongue lashing. Until the both you and I are
are at best the seasoning of which is to follow.
The need to be on time and prudent.

Ooh ah ooh ah

Razor back clams
she put the veggie
 oil and olive oil
together in a bowl
and put cayenne and
 dried peppers in the oil
where she had
 crushed 10 cloves of garlic
heating the oil to extract the flavors
she let it cook
for 6 minutes
cooling over night
for lunch the next
day she would be entertaining
more than 55 people
for rehearsal
of the orchestra
razor clams
and nutria 
and lsenga
would be the stars of
the table
chef Monday would
cook to the delight of these people
who needed to fine tune
there act.
Stuffed Nutria 
the hindparts stuffed with
crayfish and sausage
a dry Alsatian pinot blanc
to accompany the parmesan and
lemon and pine nut combo
that coupled with crayfish and sausage
I asked my wife what was the best way to
cook a Muskrat and I told
her done. I aint got nothing against the thang
I just wanna do it with people I will likely need there
opio and loyalty to me and I to them
like this opera player
due to there need to
focus and fine tune to be absolute professionals.
the Fox 41 has never lefted us abandoned.

Critterature: Concerning the Crafty Crayfish

By many aliases they're known:
Crawfish, crawdads, mudbugs, yabbies.
They abound in brooks, and streams, and swamps,
As well as roadside ditches and rice paddies.

Their astacology has shown
They prey like scavengers and mobsters,
While some, more taxonomically aloof,
Try hard to pass as mountain lobsters.

Throughout the world as food they're meant,
Both from the wild and from the grocer,
But not as a substitute for meat at Lent
Because they're not considered kosher.

And so the cunning, craven crayfish,
The ones that didn't get away,
End up in boils, or bisques, or soups,
If not served up as étouffés
In swanky overpriced cafés.

Ma Jebeh's Children

Ma Jebeh's Children

They sit to Redlight, Waterside and Omega,
Selling fufu, cornflakes and meat pie,
Sometimes even crayfish and chicken thighs,
In muddy waters and messy trousers.

They have a great dream,
But their eyes are being shut from every little gleams,
They have told that putting Bible in your pocket,
Is that what you were sent for.


When one gets a chance to the Mansion,
Well he's told that the others are not his blood,
But Ma Jebeh's Children will soon break loose,
From the oppressor.


The ones who seem discerned minded,
These the oppressor kills with pleasure,
Take their wealth and make it his treasure.

-Gabriel T. Saah (Marvelous Inker).

I Will Leave

in an even more distant land
where love is a devil eating chains
at a big banquet
hope, a hungry wolf admiring him with lust,
I will go to a country 
where souls are called like soldiers in an unconscious war
underground
the curse, a gentle baby suckled by the grass
virgin death,  our joy
anger, flying stars
fear, dancing bride
tears broken kisses from victoria waterfall
rain, crayfish in tomato sauce,

let's get rid of this winter
I'm ready to do anything
but anything, 
I"ll make death from the water
and  life from the swords,
red blood  shine like the sun,

white and beautiful
this winter wants everything to look like mastery that caresses our eyes,
bears in a den,
when I feel crying like a naughty child
I will go far, far away...
where the earth trembles under your voice
and sad eyes  hug like two prayers on the streets of philadelphia

Playing With Words

Playing with Words is Just a Funny Phase
Philosophical Phil’s phonetic phrase
Magnetized magazines moving in a maze
Generating goodwill in a gazelle’s goofy gaze
Cramping crafty crayfish in a crazy craze.
Depriving deranged deputy Dibby Daze
Playing with words is just a funny phase!

Gliding glimmer glasses glowing glaze.
Blackbird blabbermouth blessing blaze.
Haphazard Happiness hardening haze,
Greeting grotesque greenhorns as they graze.
Poetizing with silliness is just my own sweet craze.

Ocean Dolphins-

"Lo! the dolphin dotes laughs
My passion is the maritime coast
'Ocean!' said I, 'thing of seawater.'
Oceans dolphins 
In a kingdom full of coastlines
Eagerly I looked for the seaway
I crave the marine, more mare
That up bound jellyfish - that unbound jellyfish
I felt compelled to sniff the territorial waters
I am shorn of my catfish
I discovered the riverbanks
Suddenly, I heard some tiding
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up through the skies
And its eyes have all the ponding
Resulting and resulting with my pacific
But in the fact that it was fluttering
I had dreamed of ribs cluttering
Only this and a ameba
The west water whaling
The dry dock smiled
How they were curtailing, prevailing - derailing
I discovered the crayfish
I crave the marine, amidships maritime
Ah, distinctly I was swallowing
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up threw the skies"


11/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Premonition

Moon gazes down, at 
Two howling hounds. 
A crayfish, emerges, 
From within the water. 

An ocean view seen,
Illuminated behind 
The path of the Fool, 
Guiding him away from the pond.

Something in your life,
Just isn't quite right.
A misunderstanding, maybe
A truth you can't admit,
Secrets being kept from you.

This unknown, carries alone,
Anxiety, a need to know,
It's a source for depression, 
Causing insecurity & delusions 

Message from the moon;'Rely! only on you' 
To see through subterfuge
A signal will come, time to be strong,
Use courage to face your fears.

 R.K.H.    10/10/2021

How Times Have Changed

Summer sun embraced the verdant meadow
Sprinkling golden waves of heat across the lea
From tall Black-eyed Susans and Goldenrod,
To the cool, rippling brook where crayfish stay
Hidden beneath the moss-covered limestone,
Where young, barefoot boys were wont to play

Those were times now consigned to long ago
Because of dangers and bizarre cultural norms,
Children play in public parks carefully attended
By parents, or guardians, or men in uniforms,
Spend their leisure time with game computers
Interested in how the latest pop star performs.

Teenagers tell me I am too old to understand,
But their minds have become a vast wasteland.

NINTH PLACE WINNER
written June 20, 2021
for "Contemporary Sonnet" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot

Softshell Turtles Lunches

Crayfish, insects, fish, aquatic plants too
Soft shell turtles in my day
Enjoy these things for lunch

Under the Full Moon

Daylight fades
As the pond jumps to life

Under the full moon
The call of the loon
Frogs croaking
Crickets chirping
Busy buzz of the dragonfly
Snake on the hunt
Slithering
Stalking
Flick of the tongue

Under the full moon
The yipping of the coyotes
Raccoon washes
The crayfish he snags
Bass jump
Catfish roll
Blue Heron fishes
In the lily pads

Under the full moon
Up for a fresh look
Turtle takes a breath
All are hungry
Battle royal
Hunt
Hide
Run
All night long
Until when
The sun returns again

Passing Time

There's a river winding gently through the pastures on the flats,
collecting tributaries of little creeks that the lower ground attracts.
'Tis the river that the angler seeks - the stream where pools run deep and slow.
I net the crayfish just for fun and there I let them go.

Siren Cryin'

She was Shreveport sitting on the front porch
that warm February Louisiana evening
When the cold, shrill code blue    siren news
slowly,   solemnly 
serenade waltzed up the white marble steps

The municipal, official flatline sympathy greeting
was tear-tissue dryly issued 
with sterile 
responsibility denial

Listening with deadened emotion,
the tall, dark Cajun woman grew shorter ...
as she began to bend 
lower and lower,
into the nether bowels of bereavement

Her Haitian hazel eyes softly showered 
late maternal fears down on the hard, bitter red clay
And her knees were trembling
in a gulf summer breeze, Magnolia tree swaying way

She could hear the po-po siren song
of her slain son’s departing voice calling out to her
And she felt a caught crayfish moan
rising up in her pain-stricken, brokenhearted bones

Her ivory tusk memory
would clearly recall a long time later,
that it seems like she had cried a lifetime
that mournful day

And tho’ the tears have now slowly faded away,
they always return weepy fast ...
every time she hears the revolving bullet flash
of the soul-cleaving siren blast

Summer Cooking

put a cauliflower on the barb-b
let us roast it while it's still alive
put a burger on the barb-b
it was dead before it was fried
chomp on lettuce, no sound
of begging can you hear
but you just ate it, live me dear
all flora breaths for the world
but go on eat it alive or dead
to all vegans, I have to say
it's your bed your making
on it you could a long time lay
as omnivores, you could eat
both flora and fauna, together
if we want to live we have to feed
summer cooking my recipe
go on chuck a crayfish on the barbecue
roast some chestnuts, next years
new life, just  remember we eat
to survive, come on summer cooking
let's rock n roll or a Viennese waltz
meat or veg or go crazy eat both
gee summer cooking ain't it fun

Summer Cooking Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues

06/27/18

Flirt

Flirt

Colin the Crayfish has been dishing up the dirt, 
Saying, Little Polly Pike is an outrageous flirt. 
Tim Trout’s going to be her new finned friend,
She hooked him by a rock pool, on the river bend.

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