Short Shrimps Poems
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a strawberry granita
mascarpone cream
whit chocolate marshmallow
potted shrimps and pies
green olive sourdoough
rose water
Tea ?
Baby red potatoes peeled
Fresh corn from the field
With pink shallots in the pot
Sausages add zing
Then the shrimps go in
Seasoning
Yum
14/07/2011
For Sara’s “Country Boil” contest
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Down under the sea it's frolic time free.
Fiddler crabs play jigs, lolling, lively lilts.
Cockles flap up to clang their symbols with glee.
Angelfish, halos askew, sing in kilts.
Octopuses play jazz in harmony.
Shrimps a dancing, rocking attune on stilts.
Anemones tentacles wave in surge,
as tide and current roll rhythms and submerge.
Lobsters packed in eighteen-wheelers
grapple with their feelings.
A mass custody of shrimps
spoon together
still pink with passion.
Crabs cross-dress
bound more-or-less
to nips of salty resentment.
A soupçon of sea bugs
dished up
on bright porcelain plates.
Fresh alien captives
worth more alive than dead
until we break bread.
I feel sad to see your state
A carcass, to be on a plate
Nature's beautiful creatures
Created in the deep blue ocean
Tailor made features
Spindle shaped, graceful motion
Lived in harmony
With your fellow beings
Large and small
Sharks and shrimps
But, in a world
where they terminate
Their own intimate
Will they ever spare you
My innocent friends!
Written in the sky
Twinkling star lights
Shining everyone, so bright
Points in the sky
Directing stout ships
All night and alright
The moon and its light steers
The mighty seas
To lands known and unknown
The waves are breaking
Upon many shores
It carrying shrimps, and clams
Turquoise blue sea waves
Their white foam heads
are moving smiling back at me
the whether vain points
every witch way dough current
corset whence it came
planely thin king back
eye'd midday said pleas tank ewe
shrimps tip earn tie knees
Legs weak my sun came home
n eye want ewe two meat hymn
he arose at don sew hill bee hear
two sea ewe, different den bfour
he's had some boy.
He's a pansy, is he?
*a bit tricky but doable. more will be added...
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Dubai
Lumps of concrete
Set in sand
If you want to study
Marine biology
Don’t start with a tin of sardines
Capital punishment
Since we are all going to die
It is not a penalty
Shrimps are
Insects of the oceans
Why don't we eat butterflies
If all life is related
Having the same origin
Aren’t we cannibals
Are surgeons
Red meat fanciers
Or vegetarians
LOW COUNTRY TREAT
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Plump shrimps, potatoes and corn;
Glazed with lemon bits.
Toss fish, bay leaves on spiced boil
Dancing on taste buds,
Low country treat…
Reeling mouths
Twist!
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‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Contest: Low Country Boil
For : dear Sara Kendrick
Words
Dubai
Lumps of concrete
Set in sand
If you want to study
Marine biology
Don’t start with a tin of sardines
Capital punishment
Since we all are going to die
It is not a penalty
Shrimps are
Insects of the oceans
Why not we eat butterflies
If all life is related
Having the same origin
Aren’t we cannibals
Are surgeons
Red meat fanciers
Or vegetarians
People love at first sight
Friends love me for my first dish
With my shrimp spring onion roll
This consists of medium-sized shrimps
Bacon, beans, ham, egg, cilantro, basil
And lastly it must be onion
Mix and wrap in a Shanghai roll
Deep fry till look brown and taken easy
Serve a bowl right away freely on the table
People are heartless when it's favorite
The dish is taken easy with a smile
Only gone swiftly not more than just few minutes.
My Low Country Boil
Filled the cauldron, lit the gas
Added shrimps, sea bass
Spices, herbs - can’t be too much
And now my own touch:
I pour in white wine.
All will be
Fine!
Rustic hints of shambolic yet magic shacks
Glints of silky footprint frolic tints the tracks
Mussel sacks demonic crab claw tussle cracks
No skinflint skimps sprinkles winkles & shrimps
Cockles twinkle the bucolic prawns the pimps
Shiny oysters briny gangster & milky prankster
Iconic lobster the mobster swish shellfish stacks
(Although to be fair for the heir of fancy flair fayre
The French care so much oui they say Fruit De Mer)
Wrecked ships and their treasures
Surrounded by colourful fish and corals
The richest man but nobody knows him
The king lives on the seabed
His tears get mixed with the seawater
He himself doesn’t know he is crying
Fascinating knowledge from the depth of the ocean
Sharing it with his servant fish and shrimps
The most intelligent man but nobody knows him
The king lives on the seabed
His tears get mixed with the seawater
He himself doesn’t know he is crying
Making sandwiches all complete
Taking the bread the stuff of life
and smooth on the butter soft and gold,
add the shrimp so pink and sweet
laid on the bread thirty together,
a school of them swarm across the bread,
some seafood sauce and lettuce on top.
The predator has taken a mouthful of lives
and while watching the bag of shrimps
Takes another bite and wonders
about the bread and waving fields of wheat
and if ever, like the shrimp,
it lived a conscious Life.
I recalled your eyes clear and transparent
Somehow liked pool water surging in the sun
Dark green algae rising with the sunshine
Playing hide and seek with the little shrimps
I saw your eyes again many years later
The years made them no longer transparent
Colorful lights broke their calm time to time
The illusionary images looked to be so unsure
I doubt this is the scenery people pursue?
Using dust of life to darken the transparency
And so-called knowledge to prevent sincere?