Short Jambalaya Poems
Short Jambalaya Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Jambalaya by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Jambalaya by length and keyword.
Jambalaya Time
Jambalaya tastes so fine
With sweet plantains fried…
Serve this dish up nice and hot,
Sure to hit the spot…
Of course you’ll feel fine
Won’t you sit,
Dine!...
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Categories:
jambalaya, family, food, friend, happy, social,
Form:
Epulaeryu
On the Bayou
Louisiana Cajuns
Eatin' hot cornbread,
Chompin' aligator tail
And suckin' crawfish heads.
Eatin' jambalaya
And gumbo stew:
Gourmand, Sunday dinner,
On the old bayou....
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Categories:
jambalaya, food, funny, people, places,
Form:
I do not know?
Abstemious
Abstemious!
Be cooking.
Don’t eat from gastronomic hotels.
Insist jambalaya.
Kindly live maximally nutritious, opt pawpaw.
Quench.
Revitalize strength to undertake vital works XL,
Yields; zeal....
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Categories:
jambalaya, food,
Form:
ABC
Record Flood
As the Mississippi River course to sea
Delahoussaye, who lives on Atchafalaya
Won't just let life this time be
Can't enjoy at his home jambalaya
For his yard will become playa
(Information from internet:
Delahoussaye is a biologist and archaelogist
who lives 200 ft from the Atchafalaya
River but must leave because of the
coming flood..Playa is a dry basin that
becomes flooded..)
Don't think this one is an entry yet.....
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Categories:
jambalaya, natural disasters, nature, science
Form:
Quintain (English)
Home Is Where the Heart Is
Home Is Where The Heart Is
Oh my goodness
"Lets Party, Family Reunion"
Family of 10
Its all good, we stay close knit
Look forward to cookouts
Mardi Gras here is a big hit
Our seafood is the best, fresh from the bayou
My moms the best cook
Shrimp boulettes, jambalaya, just to name a few
Born on the bayou, its in my blood
Could never leave here
Louisiana is where I spent my girlhood
Written by: Debra Falgout
Contest by "SKAT"...
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Categories:
jambalaya, family,
Form:
Rhyme
To Do Again For the First Time
Dive deep
into my inner place
once more, maybe twice.
Fly while standing still,
as I did before
I learned the truth.
Lose myself in painting
to the point of no breath
or thought beyond the canvas.
Write with abandon
about heart, butterflies,
and her fierce beauty.
Walk among white marble tombs,
eat crawfish jambalaya,
dance the zydeco.
One more glass of wine,
just the one...
Any more and I’m lost.
Never lose myself again
to the blackness
of no memory....
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Categories:
jambalaya, age,
Form:
Free verse