Long Crab Poems
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Most of the night
He had sit home
Waiting
Begging and pleasing
Reneocating
She had promised her time
With another
He had been seen as an
Alternative
She wished to be with
another
The evening came which
He had been seduced
Morning of soft crab breakfast
Where the creams
Had been reduced
Months later they spoke of
that night together
She was pregnant then she
Thought he'd say whatever
Of them together he asked her to
Stay
Maybe us together we should start
To pray
He wished her the marrying type
But was to fool to ask
She just played alone like
She was part of a cast
Emotions ran high
He was wise enough to ask
Said "marry me the foolish one
we can do it fast"
Slow down hell no, but will marry you
Than the awkward foolishness
Would all be through
I’ve worked in oil fields,
facing danger for good money,
I’ve sailed on the crab boats
where the oceans churn and freeze.
I’ve drove the long-haul truck,
through the ice and much up to my knees,
I’ve dug that black gold coal
so the people have light and head.
I’ve worked the power lines
and been nearly fried, yes, it’s true,
I’m an itinerant,
cannot stop and I don’t want to.
I’ve dug a soldier’s grave,
so in peace they’ll lay restfully.
I’ve laid with lonely wives,
that’s why all your kids look like me.
I’ve been a handyman,
fixing your doorjamb and windows,
I’ve worked the carney scene,
on the rides helped all the kids go.
I’ve cut in the Maine woods,
as a logger should, what a view,
I’m an itinerant,
cannot stop and I don’t want to.
I’ve worked behind the bar,
slinging beers out to tired men,
even been a crossing guard,
so children go home safe again.
I’ve swept up city streets,
to see them filthy the next way,
I’ve worked the onion fields
in the hot sun outside L.A.
I’ve done so many things,
making my money someplace new,
I’m an itinerant,
couldn’t settle and don’t want to.
Most of the night
He had sit home
Waiting
Begging and pleasing
Reneocating
She had promised her time
With another
He had been seen as an
Alternative
She wished to be with
another
The evening came which
He had been seduced
Morning of soft crab breakfast
Where the creams
Had been reduced
Months later they spoke of
that night together
She was pregnant then she
Thought he'd say whatever
Of them together he asked her to
Stay
Maybe us together we should start
To pray
He wished her the marrying type
But was to fool to ask
She just played alone like
She was part of a cast
Emotions ran high
He was wise enough to ask
Said "marry me the foolish one
we can do it fast"
Slow down hell no, but will marry you
Than the awkward foolishness
Would all be through
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 storks perch alongside drift wood
while the pecking egrets whistle tiny hints
of sullen chatter cunning pelicans quickly dive
for their lunch while pink flamingos wildly dances
as the colorful peacocks shows off their new hats
the shelling begins with bronzed star fish nesting
upon the calm edges of tomorrow carving deep
sand dunes watching crawling sea horses gallop
while the sun peeks in around noon sun showers
sprinkles giant rain drops creating tiny hues of private
rainbows my bicycle bell chimes nearby the boat house
calling to Joe's crab shack in time for Izzy's to serve
fresh stuffed flounder to go with the blue berry scone
from Pete's Ice cream shop while craving clam chowder
I began to whisper lyrical tropical tunes with such ease
while simply embracing this sensual soft Caribbean breeze
Hear these hibiscus hymns
Colorful souls fragrant breeze
Like song in nose in ears swim
Delightful gold melodies
Lovely ballet of blue butterflies
Wings that flutter around flowers
The beauty against summer skies
Daydreaming in the garden for hours
Hearts that seek a healthy retreat
Find a bench to sit and reflect
Listen to red birds happily tweet
As squirrels scamper nature respects
Crab grass seems to add a note
As bare feet walk so leisurely
Like green symphony with tan toes
Tall trees with leaves that sing
Hibiscus hymns are inside all
Who open heart and pray
Breaking down imagined wall
Seeing nature and man embraced
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
we ate at a fancy restaurant tonight – me and daughter Lou.
I knew my order before arriving, but Lou reads the menu.
Freddy, our waiter, came back several times but she was not ready.
I had not eaten since seven a.m. I was shaky, sleep-deprived, unsteady.
Lou was torn between a crab dish that looked awful, soupy and such.
and a shrimp plate that anyone would love to eat, and I do very much.
Another waiter came by and recommended the soupy mess.
In a loud way, I pretended to wretch, I have to reluctantly confess.
Lou took one bite of the foul-tasting muck, and pushed the crab dish aside.
Ending up sending it back, ordering the shrimp dish, with potatoes inside.
At her house she fixed us cherry chunk yogurt with heavy chocolate cake.
I loved every single bit of it, glad I did not order that crab soup mistake.
Of hubris, overweening pride,
(a thing the gods can not abide)
and all the hassle it may bring:
of this, and blowfish, do I sing.
The former, we will meet anon
(it merits being mused upon,
are hardly handed on a platter):
accordingly, we'll take the latter.
The blowfish ("fugu" - Japanese)
enjoys a life of idle ease.
When menaced - as his name suggests -
(to ward off foes) puffs out his chest.
Another little trick he has
("defensive posture", all that jazz)
is, if he's eaten, it's his humour
to poison (hugely) his consumer.
How Bando Mitsugoro (the eighth)
was turned into a wretched wraith
will be our theme. A living treasure?
The humble fugu had his measure!
Kabuki actor, Bando was.
Revered throughout Japan, because
he was the latest in a line
of famous actors, half-divine.
The fugu's flesh is fairly fab,
far fitter for a feast than crab
or shark-fin. Sharp Ketana blade,
the finest in the cutler's trade,
is used to slice the fish so thin,
you hold it up, lets daylight in.
The poison adds a frisson more,
to thrill the jaded epicure.
For years the fugu chef must train,
avoiding eyes, heart, liver, brain:
a little poison titillates,
but too much means the Pearly Gates!
But Bando was the kind of man
who says, "Who can't? I know I can!"
He ordered up a dainty dish:
four livers of the fugu fish.
The poison doesn't touch the brain.
You're dying slowly, but remain
awake throughout. The living treasure
could die (and could repent) at leisure.
So if you're feeling braggart-ish,
and in a restaurant that's swish,
impressing others is your wish,
remember Bando and his fish.
“You’ve been married for 35 years!”
a young couple asked an old couple on their anniversary.
“That’s amazing…That’s so great!”
“After 35 years together…how will you celebrate?”
Then this old couple, who in their 35 years together
had grown old and gray…held hands, smiled at one another
and said…“The same as yesterday!”
“I almost lost him years ago.” The old woman said.
“And we decided from that date…every day we wake up together…
is a day to celebrate.”
“It may sound corny…or boring…a little dull…perhaps cliché
but why would we wait for once a year…when we can celebrate every day?”
We learned a valuable lesson from that old couple…
How we don’t have to wait…
How every day that we’re together…is a day to celebrate.”
Now, after 35 years…we’re that old couple
who together have grown old and gray…
who, when asked how we intend to celebrate
say…“The same as yesterday.”
In case you’re wondering how we celebrated
another day together we have reached…
It was with grouper nuggets, she crab soup…
followed by a vanilla malted and chocolate milk shake
together…at the beach.
Babylonia : Part Three - The Quest for Babylonia
There had been talk, of Noah’s walk;
The Gull spoke of a journey for all.
Every animal was to head east,
To find a place called Babylonia.
There was talk of peace.
A truce between the animals;
Well a truce of sorts, at least.
They had all pledged their loyalty to a Kangaroo named Noah;
He was to lead them on a journey to the east.
And now I speak of this journey to you all,
The fish, the crab, the whale and the gulls;
The birds, the octopus, the sharks and dolphins,
Let us all take this journey; they shall welcome us in,
To a paradise called Babylonia.
Our journey awaits us…do we dare to venture?
We can arrive before they do,
The sea is so accommodating.
No lands to cross, no hills to climb;
Just 360 degree’s of water in every direction.
So let us swim or fly to Babylonia;
I bet I get there first.
We can leave the human race to their own destruction.
Let us all begin this quest.
The quest for Babylonia,
Shall be told through the generations;
As we shall all swim in the oceans of Babylonia,
We shall all begin again.
Begin new lives, begin new adventures,
Begin new families for generations.
We shall all survive and thrive;
Not swim through pollution and nets made of wire.
We shall go to the undiscovered seas;
We shall find our paradise with the other animals in unity.
We shall do whatever we please,
But we must be free from this Sea of Misery.
No human beings in Babylonia;
It has always been that way
And it shall stay that way forever.
Mother Nature has given us paradise…
Who are we to not search for it?
Do we stay here? Or do we find a new life?
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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