Scallop Poems | Examples

PINK SCALLOP SHELL

PINK SCALLOP SHELL 

Along my road to Freedom stood
showy blue-green sentinels with
white cloud whiffs representing Sky
starling decorated bushes joined 
Party of the Road to nowhere 
this was where Freedom 
danced naked, her shadowed body 
awaiting with roasted chestnuts 
she met us with a hug and drums

on I moved to dissolve into River
braincells becoming numinous atomic matter
smiling towards Void, ever deeper into
Dark for Light, a von Gogh sunflower watched
in longing as breasted hills embraced 
my drowning, matrix fell away
stillness and sound merging as did
boundaries, embankment with Freedom herself 
from River into Sea
I became a pink scallop shell on 
undulating ocean floor

Lost

Occasionally, I arouse an unaccountable dislike
Even from those who love me
I don't give any reasons, none at all.
Maybe that's a reason.
But then why don't I dislike them?
I have no desire for perfection at all
It might seem pretentious, but it's true.
I accept everything as it comes. This insidious advice
I heard from the Doors when I was a kid. A variation on the theme of time
And an echo of the end. Everything ends, and not according to a timetable
For there's no timetable, though someone sees it
And knows when my train is coming
But will I attend in time, depends on a happy occasion.  
The train will take me to the plane.
I’ll make a change, to get to you. 
Otherwise, there’s no me.
Maybe its for the better
No one will be troubled to notice
Such a subtle matter, as someone's absence.
Seems that I lost the thread of
What I was talking about. Nevermind. 
Just take me as I am
You know me better than I know myself
Now I feel like a scallop on a scree, who lost the shell
Rescue me under your shade
Look at me with your loving look
That I know so exceedingly well
Give us a chance, while we are here
Who knows for how long this time.

The Tiny Arctic

Somewhere in the wind
Rattling the song “Buzzy empty lane”
Hovering the small settlements
With so many loves and romances

The shady banyan tree
Exuding the cool shade
And the flower-laden milkwood 
Infusing the night 
With heavenly fragrance

passersby
Oh, passerby who would not care
Taking a look at the tropical almond
That is lightly fusing the air
With its long and yellow and so fragile flower

In a small, quiet corner
There is an young man
Arduously repairing the antique European clocks
Of which past glories  and myths are reflected in each second hand 
Oh, these little lanes
What are they secretly hiding?
In their deep paths
A Metaverse matrix
Yes, like a metaverse matrix

In an arctic, there lives a girl
The neighborhood sometimes wonders
Why has this pretty girl not settled down?
She must well be over forty
And time will not wait 

Oh, that girl’s heart
Who knows
Has been committed to the luther
Everyday
Oh, everyday
She hangs her scallop paper life
On its notes of emptiness.

poetry for my stomach

My “honey” with chestnuts will not come for Christmas,
It’s life, you have to enjoy yourself anyway
once a year, 

New Year’s menu to enjoy at the time you like,

Foie gras with a glass of Monbazillac,
Snails with butter,
Scallop shell with lemon-white butter
Short break

Quail with hot mango
and hazelnut potatoes,

Maybe cheese with the tour des grands ducs  (local wine)

Then the dessert
Traditional bûche de Noël


You are all welcome 
No need to be a millionaire even at Christmas

Merry Christmas ou Joyeux Noël



Ma « dinde » aux marrons ne sera pas pour Noël,
C’est la vie, il faut se faire plaisir quand même
une fois dans l’année, 

menu du réveillon à déguster à l’heure qu’il vous plaît,

Foie gras avec un petit verre de Monbazillac,
Escargots au beurre persillé,
coquille Saint jacques au beurre blanc citronné
Petite pause,

Cailles accompagnés de mangue chaude
et de pommes noisette,

Peut être du fromage avec la tournée des grands ducs ( vin local)

Puis le dessert
Bûche de Noël traditionnelle,


Vous êtes tous invités
Pas besoin d’être millionnaire même à Noël

Joyeux Noël

Live Lavishly Sometimes

Soft lavash, luscious Sangria, savory shrimp, scallop skewers,
scrumptious lobsters, seasoned steak, sauteed spinach, squash,
scrummy lemon lady finger, strawberry shortcake, latte, lungo.
La la, lovely, lavish, some sumptuous supper!

Arrivals

Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend,
hurl giant underbellies of sound downward -
climactic events galvanize grouting and glass.

The next boom is distant, yet lightning streaks
across closed eyes.
Backyard bones are starkly illuminated,
perhaps even scorched?
An astral mythology shakes its bright spears.

Is that the crackling of flaming grasshoppers?
Then on the roof, a thud and flopping of metallic fins,
is it an alien craft or an armored coelacanth?
For an instant, minds are thrown out of their skins.
Parallel lines collide; pidgins drop, stunned
by a siren sky.

From an upturned trashcan lid, an electric Venus
is seen rising from her ancient scallop.
She is sexually charged and triumphantly aglow,
about her, the fallen twitch on.

Roses Roses Roses

Roses Roses Roses 

In all her glory, dawn has burst forth,
With a slight glow of early morning brightness
I sit in the bower, listening to birds in concert 
And admire wonderful, Rosebuds unfold, 
Revealing a beautiful red rose 
With a precision wisp of light prancing around them 
Emitting a velvety feeling, so tempting to touch 
Long green stems, prickles,
Full of scallop trim leaflets all in green, 
With brown thin veins Around the red velvet leaves, 
Music playing on cool fresh air 
Coursing through the whispering leaves 
Sweet aroma of moist dew and rose perfumes 
Floating gently on the breeze 
Gives me an intense curiosity to embrace the rose 
Just the sight of the red roses 
Reminds me to breathe

12/17/2014

repost

Shooting Star

I am a shooting star
with scallop wings
I feast on merriment
and follow the heavens
with a stone clad eye

I wallow through the miers
in fields of bracken brown
I halo my name
amongst the others crowned


With fallow eyes
nostrums crawl
Tidy and neat
with a red gaze
standing on dank stone
amongst the girdle of past hope

Anadyomene

Rough churn ocean delivers her in dignity
       Innocence paints in peach, lustrous Venus 
       Scallop swaps out pearl for Spring felicity
       Implores warriors enter her restful nucleus 
       Never swept by squall of zephyr incessant
       Guardian horas of orange grove bless her


       Froth pop in scallop separates her calves
       Regenerating mer manger cradle naivety 
       Offers primavera infant influenced charm
       Muse of newness heralds erudite Mercury


       Transcendent shed tail maid rules tranquil
       Hails bay pleasant placid beside Poseidon
       Enchantress of ocean, cove bliss thankful 
        

       Swathes of honey inhabit hips of sea siren 
       Enigma captures canvas Campaspe nubile 
       Anadyomene imagines baptism birth fertile





                     Rising From The Sea 
                 
                        21st December

Aquarius

Aquatic spirits have spawned us.
Sprats and minnow
are now skin and bone,
krill and whale our flesh.

A progenitor who knows
how to hide a fish in a fish,
also hides the head from the tail,
the beginning from the end.

That one has left us
to swim in a scallop shell
until heaven-sent oceans
gives up their secrets.

The Most Versatile Food

Bake me, Bacon me
     Mash me, Smash me
     Scallop me, Salad me
     Fry me, try me

     I'm a potato
     The most versatile food
     Dozens of ways
     to make me taste good

The Scalloped Plantain

The scalloped plantain
Shapes like a scallop
Leaves open up like a fan
Flat and wide
A remarkable landmark
Eye-catching and attractive
Frankly displaying
With no secrets hiding
Sincerely welcoming you
With open arms
Strikingly loyal
With supporting and compromising 
Raised hands
But sad to say
It's disappearing from the garden
People are too busy and unartistic 
To admire the surrounding
To appreciate the nature beauty 
To be grateful to God's creation

The Lady In Red

Looking their best this spring flower,

A vision of sublime beauty and fragrance,

Evokes all of our senses by the hour.

The Lady in Red climbing rose,

Newly sprung in blazing red climbs,

Weaving itself on a wooden trellis.

Its unique velvet rosebuds of perfection,

Unfold full of scallop trim,

A hymn of green leaflets,

Breathless and infectious,

In the gentle balmy breeze.

Blooms bathe in dew shower,

Shows off it's long green waxy stems

Full of prickly thorns,

It poses vibrant and towers

Among the garden bed

Beneath the bower

And other jealous flowers.

5/26/2021


The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming
 This Spring So Far Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser

Garden Trimmings

Nature's Spring palette and sweet nectar
 of bright comfort  bathing in the brilliant sunshine. Quote _ by Poet



A vision is the crimson queen rose
newly sprung its unique velvet feel
rosebuds unfold full of scallop trim
green leaflets breathless and infectious
in the gentle balmy breeze bloom shows
long green waxy stem full of prickly
thorns pose vibrant amongst the flowers

Garden trimmings with tiger lilies,
budding pink roses ,tall sunflowers,
golden yellow and white daffodils.
Latticework lavish entanglement
of sweet fragrant jasmine a treasure.



3/13/2021

Poetry Contest:	Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form 
Sponsored By:	Constance La France

Seashells

The sun washed sands along the beach
hid ocean gifts in drifting swells
and tides would wash within my reach
a bounty of abandoned shells.

I'd walked those shores in search of all
the endless wonders I would find,
collecting trinkets, I recall,
held by the shifting sands of time.

My endless search unveiled the realm
of nautilus and scallop shells
and sand pails soon were overwhelmed
with countless finds and fishy tales.

Time moved on and I’ve since found
that search continues in my mind
and still those eager thoughts abound
with all the treasures I could find.

Those youthful days on sandy shores
seemed endless in the summer haze
and in my mind I still explore
those seashell thoughts of younger days.

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