Long Shrimp Poems
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8/27/18
"Big"
You're a puppy, I'm a big dog
You're a guppy, I'm a big cod
You're a tadpole, I'm a big frog,
You're a piglet, I'm a big hog
You're a shrimp, I'm a big prawn
You're a baby, I am King Kong
You got a twig, I got a big rod
You're a dud, I'm a big bomb
You're in a puddle, I'm in a big pond
You're weak, I'm big and strong
You're a pawn, talking to your king wrong
You're too unsteady, I'm ready for anything this life brings on
You're still unemployed, I'm working at a big job
You're smoking out a little pipe, I'm using big bongs
You're giving up, I continue to dig on
I'm the truth, you're a big fraud
I'm as real as it gets, you hide behind a big facade
I got not a single piece of bling on
I'm part Klingon
You like it diluted, I like my drinks strong
No time to go back and forth like ping pong
You have no idea about what we on
So you best begone
And take off in your Dodge Neon
She asked if I listened to Big Sean
I said barely, soon followed a big yawn
She said, you're not like all these ding dongs
She just really wanted to see if I had big dong
Then said it's big, oh my god!
By: Dalton Ogletree
We get buried under tents
in cemeteries, a sensible
insurance send off,
throwing roses into a hole.
At parking lot carnivals in June,
I throw rings at
impossible duck necks,
tommy-gunning pop-up
rubber gangsters all for a
shot at the giant stuffed cod
you never wanted
...under a tent.
We got married under a tent.
Guests bit into
crisp leviathan shrimp, and
it was raining good luck rain,
so, our tent bet against
the weather paid off.
We were carnal
under a forest canopy
before we met, roaring and wild, we
kept the creatures up all night;
Your awning was sort of a tent:
striped in red and white over
your upscale catering truck by
the upscale curb,
you saw me coming
before I saw you going.
And the rain is deranged and pelting
as we gather under tents
throwing Kroger
roses into a hole.
I see them everywhere on my way
home from work in the hot summer,
the baking tents…bold, festive stripes
ripping across the melted
asphalt lots, hawking
all kinds of hope and fervor,
And I am raptured by their retail
evangelism, and always
come home proudly
with that leather ottoman
on sale, drastically reduced,
the one you always hated,
the one that nearly matched
the living room couch, and still doesn’t.
But in my own defense, my dear,
my sweet gone dear,
I had taken leave of my senses
for a moment, under a tent.
in a large roasting pan combine
3 cups of aundoille or polish sausage bite sized
3 cups of peeled diced carrots
3 cups of peeled red bell peppers diced
1 cup of peeled diced sweet potatos
2 sprigs of thyme
2 sprigs of rosemary
8 cloves of garlic
1 cup of diced onion
1/2 cup of diced fennel bulb
1 teaspoon of turmeric powder
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoons of salt 1/2 cup of olive oil
bake 45 minute or unt fork tender
remove from oven remove rosemary and thyme
puree smooth.
in a large pot mix 5 cups of pork stock
1/4 cup of lime juice
2/3 cups of sweet marsala
2 cups of smashed cooked white beans
(potato masher with a sift and plunger)
1 cup of smashed cooked chickpeas
( use a mash potato masher with sift and plunger)
1 cup of heavy cream
1 cup of cream cheese
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese
bring to a boil and add pureed veggies
thicken with a slurry.
serve over rice with sliced roast pork and shrimp!
Or substitute pork broth and roast pork with chicken
and chicken broth.
serve with shrimp or by itself
The all-too-tall set of stairs, straight up
from the front door; upset of falling,
the slipping, tumbling, scares the fist
to hang tight the rail, take your time
descending in lack of light, except for
the landing’s chandelier. Enter
the ominous mirror - the vanity oval
swallows the queen-sized bed; nightmares
end up in another world, another time.
As we were playing cards, the painting fell
with heavy breath and breadth onto the table;
not my first fallen piece of art. This Ursuline
happening, its unseemly content, spooky…
or spooked by our united goodness.
I slept soundly, as the painting leaned
on the other side of the French doors and
the mirror haunted my sister’s sleep.
Spent by heavy limping, sweating profusely,
wandering the French Quarter, munching
beignets, relishing shrimp creole, and more.
My shadowy figure moved in the space
scaring my sister half to death, “Is that you…?”
With arms bobbing, I say, “Ooooh…”
So I scared her. We laughed. A couple days later
she had to remove my shoes and socks,
help me into bed, slide pillows under my feet.
At least I didn’t fall down the mansion stairs.
and leave, in wake, another Orleans ghost.
~ A Lighthearted Look at Cheating on Keeping Kosher ~
Pick my poison, shrimp or pork
closed my eyes, lowered my fork
I’d hankered for that suckling pig
but I tasted shrimp, and couldn’t renege
Lightning didn’t strike me, I did a jig
of the (shrimp) cocktail, I took a swig
Upon awakening, my stomach was rent asunder
Hmm. I'd evaded the lightning ~ but not the thunder
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Sometimes older Jews tell young'uns that if they eat
pork, they'll be struck by lightning... Seems they
should mention shrimp and other non-kosher fare too!
At One With The Sea
Lying on the sand the wave toppled over me
Before I knew it I was dragged far out to sea
I gulped in and struggled to find much needed air
But before I ran out of breath I found I didn’t care.
A silver sided fish came and looked at me
Followed by a little crab looking on attentively
I turned around and noticed my hair was now green
It looked just like seaweedlong and beautiful with a sheen.
My legs, long and lovely but feeling quite strange
I felt like a sailor walking without a sailors gait for change
Under my foot a swish of a long thin tail
As a whip tailed scorpion chased a whelk or was it a sea snail.
A tumbling spiked anemone caught in the swirl
Rolling by my feet its spines did not curl
The sun shining down but not burning me
Well how could it really, I’m under the deep blue sea.
An inquisitive shrimp skitters by rather quick.
Not sure if it’s him I am there to pick.
A shoal of silver fish dart around in a fantastic formation
Like a million starlings in a spectacular murmuration.
I am now one with the sea, a real water baby.
I swim around with ease like a true mermaid lady
My long shiny hair trails behind me in the water.
Searching for a mermaid man, if there is one in this quarter.
Hit Repeat
Written by Rebekah Shipp
June 6, 2016
When this sick beat drops
And you find yourself lost
Bass ALL up in your ears
And your eyes start to tear
When the treble pops your lid
It’s Casablanca all over again
Cause all I hear you sayin is “here’s lookin at you kid”
It’s too fast
You too fast
Flying lyrics off my tongue too fast
Suddenly I’m on your mind in a flash
Suddenly you know I’m here to last
It’s so much fun
Rhyming on my tongue
Like Celeste be sayin’
You better run, run, run
Throwing lyrics so quick
You must be stunned
Go, go, go, you got this son!
So please don’t fight
You know I’m right
I throw ‘em so swift
I’m outta sight
I must be tight
To the left & to the right
Everybody hold on with all your’ might
Cause it just might be
That thing you see
In the rear view mirror, Listening
Staring back at me
Whispering
We try so hard to keep it clean
We Riled up
Toasted up
I’m in your mouth
You know what’s up
So shut up
With that bass in your truck
Tryin’ to drop some bars
With your face in the mud
So please say a prayer for me
At night before you go to sleep
Before you drift & start to dream
Please plug me in and hit repeat!
So listen up carefully
we rollin up & down these streets
your bars are droppin to your feet
You know you can not count on me
Cause I’m the one
I’m still not done
Beats blazin on you like the sun
Yes I have won!
Now you have gone
deep down inside you still want some
Now lets try this one more time
Cause I am yours and you are mine
You think you Cash, then walk the line
Just like in time
As fine as wine
I keep on goin side by side
I keep on goin
Rhyme after rhyme
This is crazy
I can’t stop
I hit the mike
As his beat drops
I hit the stage as my flow rocks
I hit the page
My pen won’t stop!
What?! What?! How can this be?
He does it so dang naturally
His bass so sick
His bass so ill
My eyes wide open
Body chill
I call it null
He call it nill
I call it shrimp
He call it krill
I call it pane
It’s window sill
Now don’t you fret, I got the bill.
And now we done with this at last
It always ends up with a crash
And you got mad cause you got trashed
And now you sad cause you ain’t fast!
Don’t be sad…
8/27/16
Just had shrimp and grits
Beside scrambled eggs whipped up with a whisk
Been a long time since
I've had some fish and chips
Went on many different trips
Some of which
Were on ships
And others were above waterfalls and cliffs
Back in the day always shot a swish
And used bats or baseball mitts
I've always been fond of any solar and lunar eclipse
Something I never again want to miss
In the burbs and sticks
I give you my word on this
Who exactly know what lies in every single abyss
And down the rifts
Sites where people worship
Things that still do or no longer exist
In the form of statues and sacred monoliths
Certain tools and items on the fritz
In dire need of replacement or a fix
She made a wish
Then gave me a kiss
With her tongue and lips
So many have said life's a ""
I'm so far from rich
So I put more effort into it
Regardless of if
At times it's hit
And miss
Never going to quit, always using wit
Around the splits and twists
The car starting to drift
As the tires work to find a grip
Been taking risks
From the first past the fifth
Eversince I was six
Haven't yet found my niche
Only caught a glimpse
Bought some new gloves and kicks
And gave my other ones away for free as gifts
One too many cysts
And hardly any zits
Above the wick
The flame flicks
On candlesticks
The path ahead was slick
Had to watch your footing or you could slip
Do you like the left or the right side of the Twix?
Will we ever fully understand the hierogylphs?
Now how many things have you accomplished
And checked off the list?
Under a full moon, she made a wish
That one day, she would find her prince
She found what she was looking for, and was in a state of bliss
Her spirit continuing to lift
Such a change and shift
By: Dalton Ogletree
Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting in classical style of renaissance art
Parading in front of our eyes on a thrilling train ride,
When orange glow of sinking sunset playfully smiles back,
As we savor shrimp-creole with red wine in the dining car
And train-tracks beneath us rhythmically clickety-clack
Negotiating the panoramic curves befitting forested lands
Announcing the mighty reach of whistling train-horn,
When the half-moon above peeks through twinkling stars.
Balancing gingerly footsteps we jaunt back to our roomette
Settling in on narrow bunk beds in a tiny modest space
Marveling the red, brown, golden foliage trickling outside
Falling on multi-color motif carpeting the misty grounds,
As engine screeches intermittently, braking, slowing down,
Screaming loud whistle-calls, approaching station stops.
We endeavor to sleep until dreams invoke beauteous dawn
Awakening to thick white clouds of dense morning fog
Slowly giving way to glorious sun-rays piercing the forest,
Where cheerful robins dance upon a long leafless branch
Welcoming marigold sunrise on the horizon’s blue path
As you and I reminisce in the whispering night of romance.
October 24, 2019
HM: Strand special by Brian Strand
From Atlanta to Washington DC on an overnight train
A love story in iambic tetrameter.
Don't be afraid, please have some guts,
write a poem 'bout coconuts.
Though they are big, round, and hairy
they're not so bad, not so scary.
The water's healthy, keeps you well,
just gotta suck it out the shell.
Go have a party, celebrate,
then use one to set up a date.
Send a long drink to a fella,
with a sparkler and umbrella.
Watch him sip nectar through that straw,
lovers, not friends, strangers no more.
Use the meat to make a curry
a tasty dish made in a hurry;
shrimp, or mutton, or fish or goat
so, so, good, it'll float his boat.
In fact, prepare it for your date
the perfect dish, he'll think you're great.
He knows for him you'll go through hell
to get the flesh out of the shell.
Your food's not dull, no spaghetti,
open nuts with your machete.
Don't even have to make a move
your intense love for him to prove.
Pretty quickly, no ifs, no buts,
he'll propose. He loves coconuts!