Long Seafood Poems
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How absolutely delightful to watch the sun sets
And all around above the sea and the beach
Some famous painter swipe everywhere in gold.
Soon night will fall and all-around bars will light up.
We walk hand in hand along the jam-packed beach,
Until we stop at the farthest end of the sandy nook.
There soft waves grace our feet and the summer heat
Relieves us delicately as we admire the tranquil bay.
Time passes in tranquility disturbed by the occasional kiss.
Sailing boats sail the Amalfi Bay, flags flying the Italian flags.
Soon we depart to Antonio, famous seafood chef.
We will sample spaghetti, with fresh clams sautéed
In olive oil, garlic, white wine, and parsley. As for wine,
Only the best: "Fiorduva": considered the Amalfi crown jewel.
Satiated from our delicious food, we return to our hotel
Accompanied by the melodious songs animating
From the thrill of a hundred guitars.
How elated I’d feel if you were to grant my wish
Once we had eaten that sumptuous seafood dish.
You leave the vale and take me slowly up the hill
A wonder of heather growing in glades all fill.
Today is just a fine great day, with barely a breeze
We’ll leave behind down in the vale all stately trees.
We’ll find a dry rock and rest a while up on the hill
Admire the vista of trees and yonder hear the melody of a rill.
But best of all I love the heather and love its lighter scent
Yet more I admire the various colours and I’m content.
So, darling make me happy as we go up the sloping incline
Let me admire nature’s best as we roam the heather fine.
There is a stall down by the dock
Selling the freshest seafood stock.
Creatures in shells, caught just offshore.
Live oysters there for eating raw.
Each one sealed up and watertight.
To prise open it is a fight.
Down in one, living flesh slither.
Sudden burst of ocean flavour.
Only these ones you eat alive
If you expect to stay alive.
Oysters help keep men in the pink
As they contain a lot of zinc.
Tis healthy food without a doubt.
Best washed down with some Irish stout.
Now Casanova knew the score,
As he ate live oysters galore.
He knew how to play a good game
Eating fresh oysters without shame.
There is a stall down by the dock
Selling the freshest seafood stock.
Scents of sea, historical townships and seafood
Thrilled like vacations not just a dinner destination.
Each trip to Chesapeake Bay staid that fine mood.
As we rode, my family's blend got on its finest silly
Making jokes, singing, bro and I loved Dad’s riddles.
Eyes all turned somber passing the barn site where
Destiny once heard JW Booth say, ‘useless, useless ...’
Crackers, hammers, picks, butter sat on brown paper with
Randomly scattered crabs piled high excited my family.
Although not novices, Dad would inspect our dissects,
Brag to Moma about how strong his shellfish genes
Swam, huh?
There was a happy couple I once knew
who had a small house where a big oak grew.
'Twas a giant oak with limbs big and strong,
down near the coast where the moss hangs long.
What fun! There were swings in the oak so tall!
Swings for the grown folks and swings for the small!
The tree was a mansion, its moss chandeliers.
And on cool evenings throughout the years,
they had parties under that big old oak.
There was seafood, music, laughter, and jokes.
What a happy scene, the house and the tree.
But something in this world won’t let things be.
Experts were summoned, ‘cause the tree was sick.
They tried each remedy. None did the trick.
The oak that once stood so stout and tall
was taken down, the moss, swings, and all.
That mansion of a tree is now long gone,
and the little white house stands alone.
A man was swallowed by a whale
And lived to tell this humpback tale.
While lobster fishing, suddenly,
Below the waters of the sea,
He felt a bump then all went dark.
In fear, he thought it was a shark.
Not feeling pain, which sure was good,
He was confused, then understood
He’d somehow gotten swallowed whole
By some huge whale out on patrol
To catch himself a seafood meal;
He luckily did not appeal.
For after 30 seconds passed,
The whale spit out a giant blast
Of what he knew did not belong;
The fisherman just tasted wrong.
His buddy pulled him on the boat;
A happy ending, I will note.
Not many do survive, unhurt,
Rejected as a whale’s dessert.
I cannot picture life without you,
or days your laughter cannot fill,
so my heart wanders back through summers
where I can almost find you still.
Back to your kitchen, warm with garlic,
with sauce left simmering through the day,
where love seemed woven into the walls
in ways that time can't take away.
There'd be seafood pasta on the table,
Caprese and antipasto, too,
but tucked beside those famous dishes
was plain spaghetti, made for me by you.
And somewhere among those summers
came a Coke box worn just like a crown,
passed from grandchild to grandchild
while you laughed and gathered us around.
We have the photographs to prove it;
each of us grinning beneath that silly thing.
Funny what the heart decides to treasure.
Funny what remembering can bring.
I still can see those wild red curls,
the style you carried everywhere,
but nothing made you smile quite like
the promise of a brand-new pair.
I still can see you with the band,
your voice rising clear and bright,
or stepping out upon the stage
as though you were born for its light.
But I loved you best in the kitchen,
standing quietly there by your side,
watching your hands make something from nothing,
never knowing you were shaping my life.
And God, Gigi, I am not ready
for the day I cannot reach for you,
when carrying you within my heart
is the only thing I'm left to do.
I want another summer with you,
another meal, another song,
another silly Coke-box picture;
another lifetime before you're gone.
I want another simple phone call,
another ordinary goodbye,
back when neither one of us knew
how quickly ordinary passes by.
Routiney stuff.
Our little phrase,
the words we'd use to say goodbye,
never knowing something said so simply
would someday make me start to cry.
So, when God comes for you, my Gigi,
I hope there's music where you go,
a stage already lit and waiting,
and all of Heaven to watch your show.
I hope you find the prettiest shoes there,
a pair you’d proudly call your own,
with those wild red curls still dancing
when Heaven joyously welcomes you home.
And when the time comes, I won't say goodbye.
I'll say the words I've always said to you,
because no other words could hold
a lifetime quite the way those two words do.
Routiney stuff, Gigi.
All my hugs.
All my kisses.
Until I see you again.
The best ingredients found coming from near and far,
can be found at any great Japanese sushi bar.
Along with the seaweed and sake vinegar rice
are many raw seafood items that show to be nice.
There is shrimp, lobster, octopus, squid, and cuttlefish;
salmon, tuna, mackerel, caviar from lumpfish.
Artisans can prepare it in any way you wish.
It goes well by itself, or with crisp fried tempura.
One need not go to Tokyo or Yokohama.
There are many fine places to be found in the States.
On any night, take the car and zoom down with your mates
to any number of great Japanese restaurants.
They have what it takes to satisfy all of your wants.
There are so many fine items anyone can choose
This can be a great night out! You have nothing to lose!
Seagulls summer sailing
Gliding on thermal air
Green-eyed cormorant
Looks with disdain aware
How screeching gulls do chant.
Seagulls summer sailing
Swiftly land on sailboat
Birds behave quite frisky
The shore is now remote
Ocean breeze blows briskly.
Seagulls summer sailing
Arrogance on the mast
Such hubris with feather
After seafood repast
Perfect life of pleasure.
Seagulls summer sailing
Along the coast they screech
Cormorant still on watch
At antics on the beach
Green-eyed disdain unleashed.
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27/07/2022
Pixabay image by: Screamenteagle
Not a true vacation just an afternoon away from home and have lunch out of town. All along the wayside the lushness of summer spread out verdantly on each side of the road. Tall pines and mixed hardwood interrupted only by country roads and powerlines. An occasional home or a little community with neat yards looking well watered.
thick cumulus clouds
cover the summer's blue sky..
deceptive cover
No rain on the way down just a warm summer afternoon spent enjoying seeing nature.
Arriving at the restaurant chosen to eat a meal. Newly remodeled seafood place. Freshly painted, new flooring and decorations. Extremely nice people working in comfortable surroundings. Food ordered while waiting drinks served with hushpuppies quite greasy.
Then a fresh garden salad which looked and tasted good to go with the cool glass of Sprite..
broiled fish arrive with
overpowering odor...
non-deceptive
I am sure that not all of these restaurants are that bad..The picture is not of the one at which we ate.
Inspired by Scott Thirtyseven's Haibun contest
Written: July 25, 2015