Long Sushi Poems
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it was odd
strange
kinda unlike what
you'd expect
they sat and ate
sushi, and dirty-rice
while listening to
polka
wearing blue jeans
and those pinkish purplish
elastic like vests.
they wore black cowboy boots
and these cool looking
native headdress's
they discussed management styles
and new and gifted prospects
they were offering their service
and expertise to those
who wished to be greater
those who lacked that
certain appeal
they humbled themselves
and sat their
eating and drinking
in this place
in the distant-boonie unreal.
to create a reputation
and have a lean trust
to make what had been complicated
easier with someone they
could trust.
Allying to have managerist
assitance
leaning on ever lasting arms
they tossed to new
begannings
one took up
a tuba and played a song.
they looked thru the window
it offered glances and curtained
appearances
only those on either side
knew what was going on.
don't let the jerk
in the netted shirt here you
he might have contact
with the media
we heard from our table
those swollen muscled up hippies
wore glasses to hide their face.
the bald headed freak begged the
other guy to be his manager or something
I wanna see how this plays out.
Monster storm abrewing
we better get home!
REGAINING SANITY
I wake up to the waft of a warm sea breeze,
The rock and roll of waves entice and tease,
The thunderous African sea crashes down,
But beyond this crashing and prancing,
There is calm,
Where surfers pattern the ocean forming
A majestic human crown!
We go down to the beach, it is early morn,
Sight two whales and a large
Pod of dolphins
Which leap up and dive, repeating this action,
Within a fraction of a fraction
Of a second, until they
Reach their destination.
A wild paradise where seagulls fly above,
Squawking diving and looking eagerly
For their next meal,
Even if they have to steal,
From their comrades!
The tide goes out with a forceful current,
I saw a fin lurking close to shore,
Perhaps two sharks a formidable pair.
But several dolphins narrow their path,
The sharks disappear!
We spend the morning lying on golden sand,
The sea was inviting but the waves
Still crashing, dancing, frothing
And churning.
The suns gentle rays,
Tickled the ocean,
As if they have swallowed
A love potion!
And the water sparkled
Resembling little diamonds
As they bobbed up and down,
The sea looked like a dance ball and
Ladies wearing brilliant ball gowns.
We go back to our flat and sit on our
Spacious balcony,
Watching the ocean and relaxing,
And regaining, redefining our sanity!
Ordered sushi from downstairs and with
A glass of wine,
It’s definitely now siesta time!
I doff my fedora to the feller who invented pertater chips!
That genius developed the ideal thingy in which to immerse our dips!
How could we survive sans our weekly fix of Dominoes pizza pie,
Or a half-dozen Dunkin Donuts consumed on the sly?
Ain't nothin' as finger lickin' good as Kentucky Fried, original of course,
Or a Wendy's triple bacon 'burger when you're as famished as a horse!
Ah! The myriad of Mexican fixin's offered by the local Taco Bell!
Chimichangas, burritos, tacos, tostadas and enchiladas as well!
Japanese and Chinese establishments offer mysterious and fancy fare.
Try sushi, octopus, crawfish or deep fried squid if you dare!
If you crave ice cream, cookies or a hunk of cake or such cuisine,
Hie yourself on down the street to the nearest Dairy Queen!
For the hotdog aficionado there are weenie varieties galore;
Foot longs, chilidogs, smothered in sauerkraut and so many more!
Want some scrumptious and satisfying grub that'll fill your belly?
Get a ham on rye, thick salami or a Rueben at the neighborhood deli!
At Dad's BBQ you can order any kind of barbeque with greasy fries.
To top off the pancakes at The Village Inn you can buy chocolate pies!
Doctors and nutritionists would cringe at such a diet of course.
Fiddle faddle! I'll keep on eatin' that stuff with absolutely no remorese!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
'It's A Small World' Restaurant ~ Hudson Valley, New York
My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
the food I serve is multinational;
selected dishes, tasty, lots of fun
served in a setting that's compared to none.
The dining room's a circular design;
the floor rotates around and walls align
with landscapes of fine countries of the world
so diners feel the ambiance while whirled.
From USA's hamburger treats with fries
to Ireland's rich, delicious shepherd pies,
deep-dish lasagna with Italian wine,
and bratwurst, spaetzle Germans think divine.
Some soul food choices cooked as African
American delights browned in the pan,
like chicken, southern fried with black-eyed peas
and collard greens, a dish that's sure to please.
My Asian menu's served with varied teas,
from Chinese favorites to Japanese:
Chow Mein, Dim Sum, fried rice and spring rolls too;
Sushi, Tempura, Niku Jaga stew.
Great Britain's fish and chips, beef wellington,
or escargot from France; all said and done,
my restaurant draws many people in
to choose their culture's favorite at whim.
And while they dine, the music plays along
selected part from each land's special song.
My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
with food and spirit multinational.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: My Imaginary Restaurant
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/03/2016
Inspired by:
Garden Grill Restaurant - Epcot, Disney World, Florida
revolves around vibrant views from Living with the Land.
and
It's A Small World - Show, The Magic Kingdom, Disney World, Florida
I am a foodie, I must confess, I swim a few laps for exercise
Along come the Mollusk, and to my pleasant surprise
I have no restraint and they look so yummy
I just open my jaws wide, and fill up my tummy
Holy Mackerel, they make quite the feast!
Unlike that deepwater whale; Moby Vic, that lumbering beast
A real blow show, they eat any freak’n thing
Whale diet: Squid, Krill, Larvae, what distaste they bring!
Ah, catching up to the guys, what are they circling ‘round?
Heya Tom, Bill, GW, Anil. Rob, l see you’ve gained a pound
“I’m on a sea-food diet, I see food, I eat it!” Hee hee hee
Yep, you may want to stick to your day job, try a sea-shanty!
Look over there boys, the Seahorses, I hear they work for LYFT
Harry, how’s business, break for some sushi? California Roll, a gift
You may wanna giddy up, plenty of shrimp crawling beneath you
I know how much the Seahorse love to munch crustaceans too
"Shrimp—cockroaches of the sea! Not a kosher food"
Okay GW, what do you eat, my friend, set the mood
Gefilte fish recipe; grind the salmon, red snapper, codfish,
Onions, carrots, add eggs, sugar, salt, white pepper, in a dish
Stir in ice water, add matzo meal and chop, boil, voila, gefilte fish!
To the right of us, why it’s Lady L, my, she is swell
Small crabs on her menu, anything in the sand that dwell
Blowfish is a species that feeds on poison, dangerous to eat
They can’t hunt, they call ‘em puffers, just one puff’s a real treat
Anil, do you believe in sea nymphs on a blue oceanic parade?
Yes, I vision the lovely face of Wendy on the frame of a mermaid
Nil, come on now, aren’t you married, mate
OK, Tom, I’m going home, I won’t be late, I won’t be late
To the right of us the Starfish, greet the ladies of the sea
How they brighten the day, on display, as charming as can be
Pangie, Valsa, Andrea, Paula, Len, Kim, Eve and Gina
I know how you love snails, I bring escargot straight from the Marina
And so, my friends, another lovely day. Join us for our usual Activities and Brunch
6/11/22
Third Place
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Have you tasted the delicious torment of oysters
Let your foccacia bread drip with soft green salted olive oil
Do you know the love of Sushi
and boldly face the wild winds of wasabi
The tellers of the tales...these
unbridaled ocean gifts
smashing against the rocks
and found deep in the white and black sands
of beaches I have laid apon
These... the oils of Solomon that drip like mir from lovers hands
those that touch and those that are forced to say goodbye
Here, find them here, in your breads and oils
Taste the memory of what it is, what it was, to love
Find it there, just there, in that flash of purity
as the oyster hits the back of your throat
There... yes, there
when the wasabi flings open your passageways
and you breathe for the first time in your life
Here, yes, here I am
in all of these
as you will always be for me
hidden in tree moss
beneath enormous boulders so strong and large I find I must believe
in miracles
in the wind that catches in my sail
in you and perhaps
in time- even in me.
A night with friends to enjoy a culinary sampling tour downtown
Time for a boatload of fun, and let our hair down
Our journey begins with our tour guide loading us into his van
A jolly fellow who is letting us know all the stops in our four-hour span
Samples from many countries we will get to taste
My guess is we will not let anything go to waste
First stop Italian for some authentic pizza and fine wine
Then it is British with its fish and chips and a pint of beer, mighty fine
Japanese is our next stop with its sushi and saki to wash it down
Finally France for some French onion soup and pastries, and some of the best wine to be found
Such a culinary delight, as well as a wonderful evening spent with friends
My Delft blue plate, a replication of an imitation, lies smashed in the trash. Do not know the who nor how, never heard the crash. Flat circular center an idyllic scene sealed beneath clear glazed glass, cracked. 17th century Dutch fishing sloop, cuts towards wild reeds by a bygone windmill, beside a thatched roof cottage before a deciduous wood, white clouds in a soft cobalt sky, distant seabirds soaring. The plate’s raised outer rim replete with blossoms and feathered leaves. My Delft blue plate, thousands of meals, sticky egg yolk, thick turkey gravy, steaming potatoes, sweet corn, buttered vegetables, juicy meats, tangy sauces, pasta, chili, sushi, marmalade. Each dinner I exhumed bit by bit, bite by bite, the motionless wooden windmill, gulls suspended in air, the slicing sloop. Tiny figures on deck, lifelong companions. Everything wanting wind. I sit by the window in my 10th floor concrete cage, peering through grimy glass. Rows of residential towers resemble headstones in an amber haze, along the barren banks of an asphalt creek. We all wait for wind. I scroll the internet seeking a duplicate Delft blue plate.
(published in "Boats Against The Current", 2024)
HE'S BEEN lied too
CHEATED ON
THE SUBJECT OF
EVERY SAD SONG
BROTHER
NEVER A FATHER AND
DEFINITION OF
A BAD SON
HE CAN'T FIND A REAL
WOMAN
WHO'S BEEN THRU
HALF THE THANGS
THAT HE'S DONE BEEN
SOME WOMAN PLOT
AGAINST GENTLEMEN
TRY TO MAKE THEIR
EFFORDS VAIN
THEY UNDERMINE
AND ARE MEDDLESOME
THEY TAKE THEM
FOR GRANITE
AND TAKE THEIR GAINS
WHEN YOU FIND A WOMAN
AND TRY TO COMPROMISE
THE WOMAN AROUND PLAN YOUR DEMISE
THEY SOUGHT THE PRESSURE
AND STRAM THE STRAIN
LIKE I SAID BEFORE
TO TAKE YOUR GAINS
A REAL WOMAN WANTS
AND WORKS FOR HER TREASURE
SHE STORE IT SO
SHE CAN SHARE WITH YOU
THESE
GHETTO SUSHI'S
I COME ACROSS
THEY
DO NOTHING
AND BLAME
EVERYTHING ON YOU
HE'S BEEN LIED TO
AND TALKED ABOUT
THEY USES HIS WORDS
TO PULL HIM APART
WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE
I'LL TELL YOU FACT
SHE WANTS TO DESTROY
ALL YA'LL KNOW THAT
HE CAN'T FIND A
WOMAN
WHO DONE BEEN THRU
HALF THE THANGS HE
DONE BEEN
I made a wish by the sea, that I would never betray thee; I watch the waves washing up the shores, and ripples of hope beating on the door, while the fisherman in the sea hang on to the sides of their boat and suddenly a giant wave cover them, and that was the last time that anyone had seen or heard of them. Look to the stars when hope is gone, look to the stars when the current in the sea is strong and all you have are only your two hands, swim against tides with hope by your side and the wisdom of the sea will protect thee.
I woke up this morning in a rundown building to the sound of barking dogs outside but melody was flowing in my heart on the inside, I crept slowly into my working space, and my adrenaline was spilling all over the place, I had so much to say, but the early morning bugs try to steal my joy away and ripples of hope came along and breath fresh into my lungs. Morning suddenly comes alive and traffic start flowing down the street and ripples of hope settled my heartbeat. A burst of energy engulfs me and I feel myself entering into a higher dimension and elements in the skies surrounds me and ripples of hope covers me.
Come with me to town and let me show you where destiny is bound, let’s go to the marketplace, the shopping center, the mall and the gym, walk with courage in your hands, ripples of hope will sooth your sorrows and give you a bright smile.
Pour some water on top of your head and pull yourself out of that comfortable bed, come and have brunch with me, and we will go shopping by the sea, meet me at the sushi bar, we will have something light, before you board the flight. We have important matters to discuss so adjust your schedule so that you don’t have to shout when we walk about. Ripples of hope have covered you; ripples of hope will see you through.