Long Clam chowder Poems

Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse,...

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Food glorious food

Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gunning corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris...

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I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went searching to...

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I was running some errands and stopped into the little waterfront restaurant for a late lunch.  It was kind of that in-between lunch and dinner time hour, so the place was completely empty.

I ordered...

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Because of you, I'm in a Seattle kind of mood
When I look out my window 

And see the rain drops gently falling all around
And I feel that special Seattle kind of chill

In my bones 
I...

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Thus upon a strategic seat we hoped for,
or politely sought from manager of the house
ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity,
where impossibility to stave gaming hunger,
though neither myself nor honorable guest grouse.

Now decision...

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PoetrySoup …

I Was Heartily Welcomed… As I Sat At Your Table
By:  Carol, Sara, Carolyn, Dane Anne,  Moses, and Abel
              ...

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gangs and murderers running through our streets faster than clam chowder through me

lawless thugs taking over the local jerk-stop motel that caters to whores and the more than
 
occasional cheating spouse

booby trapped meth labs rigged...

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She still and always will out source my travels,
remains in my retina - a tender photograph.
She-cloud, fuzzy and dark. I perceived her
on her godforsaken corner - was she on drugs?

Was she a nightwalker, runaway, bruised
and...

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dipping jumbo shrimp in my clam chowder soup
becoming lost in thought when i did not even have a collection of pennies
water fountain hunting was my very difficult means of survival
everything turns yellow in my visual...

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I’ve said this over and over again because I believe it to be true
most of our enjoyment in life comes from the little things we do.

Little moments…little adventures…little wonders
that somehow find a way
to enter into...

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When I was young, Mom mixed tomato juice
with beans and ground beef; I would misconstrue
this liquidy deliciousness as soup.
Later I was told chili is a stew!

That’s because most people make it thick,
so chili “soup” I...

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Both China and Russia

Only on nose will women put pretty powder
And prepare incredible cup of clam chowder
Constantly excellent at doing household chores
While men are dull and always being big bores.

Women true to form teach thorough...

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This is a serious question,
I don't want to cause a stink,
but how can you really tell
when you're out of invisible ink?

Scientists ask great questions.
They don't do it for a lark.
We know about the speed of...

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Sand dollars covers the crusted sandy shores 
after the tides roll in and back the sea turtles 
scurry across tiny crabs while sea urchins lie 
on their backs herons scratch their long legs 
sleeping wood...

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i ate the best clam chowder soup today
i have just been arrested for stealing the whole pot
said pot confiscated, i stood by my story that it was not me
nowhere near believing me, the door is...

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pouring water from the sky
springing a leak for your return
i am dead to the world tonight
i make a trampoline in the spider's web 
as a jump to escape this self-made fate, i begin to remember...

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I remember those 
Dented tin cans
The string communication
Of my childhood.

We lived in first story houses,
Telling their fourth or fifth
As we stood on the other side
Of a world without the grey.
Eyes screwed shut,
We shouted excitement into
Our...

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One of the things in life I hold most dear
Is to hold a picture of you against my heart
To see your smile, a beauty to me you do appear
It brings you near to me and...

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Flowing watery soup of words which fills his pen with bashing thoughts of clearing sins. The next word he writes will be a piece of cracker. He’s looking deeply down his notebook hacker; calmly sips...

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I’M   SORRY   ABOUT   BRITISH  COLUMBIA

Sorry but I can’t see much nice about BC
Us prairie boys like  skies blue,  not cloudy
And our  landscapes  flatter ...

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I heard the rap, rap, rapping at my chamber door
At first I thought it was that pesky raven and his words of ‘Never More’
But I didn’t want to be disturbed
So I ignored the rapping upon...

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Fishing rods and reels, and bicycle wheels,
gentle thousand yard stare,
daisies in the dunes, measured afternoons
all without a damn care.
Bake shop coffee and wet shore like toffee, 
Hampton Star in my lap,
on the beach sipping, salty...

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papa's gone fishing down to the lake
i peeked in the cupboard
for something sweet to bake
i only had one cup of flour
and enough sugar to count one hour
my grandma's not awake
it's ok because she taught me...

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Are you the ADDICT,
Or the DRUG?
  Are you a HAND-SHAKE,
Or a HUG?

 Are you a BELIEVER,
Or a DOUBTER?
  Are you SPLIT PEA,
Or CLAM CHOWDER?
  
  Are you BI-SEXUAL,
Or BI-POLAR?
  Are...

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