Gumbo Poems - Poems about Gumbo

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 children, and our other grandchildren. All of them love their grandma's...

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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 self made, thus wishing to don persona of such an éminence grise as...

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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 my pale cloudly and humid: man called for strong wind and hail I...

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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 every turn, causing my boat to rock. I've got three dead...

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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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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 bidding kith and kin and fellow humans permanent adieu. When out of...

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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 devious beast's sickly color eyes watch the escaped slave. Surely revenge is...

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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 rich and tasty; It smells so awful nice. On the back of...

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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 got the blues and bathed in the river, which was natural...

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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 crab meat and peeled shrimp that were freshly caught Serve it...

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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 size 11 shoe is just being true the zombie of you...

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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 from the coup. Then cook me up, turtle soup, sharing consommé...

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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 shine. A trail for the snail in the spiraling wind, And a...

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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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