#clam
I was recently complimented
by a bowl of Whole Foods clam chowder
so I thanked it.
You’re not so bad yourself, Whole Foods clam chowder!
Truly, I enjoy you very much.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
Could i clam down ...
how could i silence my pains ...
how could i clam my huge feelings ...
how could i forget whom i love ...
while i live my life within her face ...
how could ...
how could ...
never i bear ...
while her face ...
her beautiful vision ...
always between my eyes ...
O lady mine ...
please answer me ..
could i **** this love ...
this love which i lived ...
so long years ...
please answer me ...
tell me ...
could i forget ...
could i silence pains ...
could i clam down my feelings ...
while i'm still living this love ...
only within you ...
but i'm sure sweetheart ...
that i never could ...
forget you ...
never ...
never to do ...
hazem al ...
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
Eyes as blue as pure water
Fur as white as a snowflake
Smile as pretty as spring
Light as the wind
But caring as a mom,
Playful as a child
Curious as one can be
Unique like no other
Calm as the sea,
Mysterious as the new day
No one knows her name
Is a legend, just like her
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
Never could they gently part,
always forcefully, but the gentle
touch was needed you would find.
It was the gem sitting in-between,
soft, delicately waiting for the touch.
But for some it was to hard to locate.
Precious was the this gem between,
for those who could feel its moistness
knew they had found the jewel in-between.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
On rainy days
I look up poems set in Seattle,
then look back at the rain set against the window
I imagine the water was carried here
from the shores of their bay
across Pike Place, through Belltown,
in buckets they use
to carry Pacific salmon off fishing boats,
or in lidded Styrofoam bowls used
to take out clam chowder
I practice walking in this manner, sans umbrella, through the parking lot of a South Florida strip mall.
When I reach the 24-hour Dunkin Donuts, past the laundromat and the check cashing store, I channel my inner Seattleite: poised in wet socks,
unrushed as the sips they take from their mugs when its **** pouring outside
I renounce sugary accoutrements and have what they're having:
Black coffee with a splash of rain,
A balance perfected on their slanted hill streets
that breed more poets per capita
than anywhere else in the country
Vegas can have its mirages in the desert
San Francisco, its gold bridge
I think I should just have this coffee,
and this rainy day
as the poem it is.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
There was many ways to say sorry
But you didn't
You looked at me like I was so lost
But I'm not
At least for now
It's something natural
You wouldn't know
You aren't familiar with melted hearts
You were busy paving your way up
I can't believe I'm still mentioning you
Just to get over you
I wish I'd have another chance
For at least
I could try to purify your blood
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
When I try to feel the beauty of nature,
I feel so calm and relaxed,
Coz it has the power to quiet our minds, renew our souls and heal our hearts...
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
.
••••
**•i hold nothing but
secrets inside•i shan't disclose, i shan't
be vulnerable•into my humble recluse, i quiver and
hide•the world isn't ready to receive my bits and mor-
sels•come such time, i'd be willing to share•i'd bare
myself for all to see•if you say that you truly do
care•then it's best if you leave me be•for now,
don't pick on my sores•being eaten slowly
from within my gut•please don't...
don't pry anymore•save your
breath, my shells are
sealed**
shut•
.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
There once was a pond off the Astrillian shore,
Where a billion clams lay underwater, they snored,
Day after day, tides change to tides,
Yet the life of a clam is still quite a bore.
Until one day an otter, all spryly and nimble,
A prince from the infamous pool down the thimble,
Crossed the old straight with his men through mud and through wimble.
Valiantly striding his conquest was simple,
Representing his people in search of a love life to kindle.
He was quirky, and boisterous, and hard to ignore,
Splashing and thrashing about the good peoples shore,
A good lookin' pup, he swam round in circles,
Converting the Astrillian Algaeans to Murkles.
The clams weren't slow to catch on to the show,
For clams are very attentive you know,
And soon by council & seminar they mouth-fulled their garbles,
"Who yonder this monkey that endlessly wharbles?"
"Are you daft kind sirs?" asks one clam as she snarbles,
"It seems you old men have lost all your marbles,
That is the otter, his highness all the way from Port Schwarble!
He only plays cowbell, throws barbells, and a million such marvels,
It's an Astrillian holiday as far as I yarble, hmm"
She stops,
It's indeed very clear she's been pinned as kalopsious,
"My dear" one clammy clam-clam firmly speaks,
"I see your 'kidz-bop' as they say has given you gleecks,
Your highness, is an otter, we'll be extinct within weeks"
The elders agree and farble on lke sheep,
"The end is near!" the little ones squeak,
But none brave as Mandy,
This little clam candy,
Would even think that moving was handy,
Why, confronting a prince sounds totally dandy,
So she pipped and she chupped,
Getting the elders all sandy.
As she made her way up to her prince, who was also quite randy.
Approaching her man of a million wonders,
She squeaked a fine hello over his rambunctious thunder.
He stopped and observed,
"What is this, hors' doeurves?"
He plucked her and licked her, obviously deterred,
When she snarbled and blushed ignoring the blunder,
"My name is Mandy the First, from the land of down under,
She smiled as he turned to his squire,
"A fine maiden to invite to the royal dinner," laughing they snired.
"I caught wind of your plans to marry" she twinkled,
"I just thought that I'd say that I'm young and I'm single,"
And with a wink she gave off her lady like signal.
The squire scoffed at the lady so simple,
"May I remind you ma'am, this is the prince from the pool down the thimble.
He's come all this way through mud and through wimble,
In search of a maiden to love and ne'er let dwindle,
Yet this peasant clam reminds me of a fire in my belly, so long ago kindled,"
He snirped, Mandy quirped as the prince caressed her dimple,
"You'll not lay your paws on her or her people,
This girl is totally braver than you and our sheeple!
It is decided that I'll be bringing her all the way to the steeple."
The squire grumbled a pox on both sides,
"You princox, we haven't eaten since Ides,
If you really cared so much for your lady,
Then let us first feast on her friends and their babies,
For what is a wedding if we're all riddled with hunger and rabies?"
"Nay squire, for you are a bigger one,
Your princoxious gluttony far exceeds the range of the Astrillian Sun"
"Ooooooooohh!!" his guards hollered and bothered, oh but he wasn't done,
"If you really care for your stomach all the sudden,
Then come at me brother, make me your wet monkey mutton.
See if I care for your metabolic process, you square,
For nothing could separate me from my princess so fair."
And so they charged and they barged and splashed all about her,
As his guards cheered them on into brotherly slaughter,
Witnessing the madness, Mandy would rather be chowder.
As she quietly wept for her hunk of an otter,
She noticed the elders behind her surface the water.
"What do you want?!" snobbing she totally snared,
The elders snooted and bitterly declared,
"We warned you," they flarbed,
"Their kind is brutish and dull," they spat from afar,
"The feud between peoples is older than tar"
Mandy flushed beet red and crying she clacked,
"Your ignorance prevails clams, for that is your only knack,
This man loves me and I love him right back,
In fact he's saving us all from becoming a snack.
And if he succeeds I'll never see you again,
I'll never work your sand-bars, or attend colleges of mermen.
I'll never sing songs or clean up your dens,
And you'll all just be grumpy old clams forever, and then,
When I am queen I will not be so mean.
I will unite all the clamsfolk with our predators keen,
We shall not be afraid and they shall not come to prey,
And who knows maybe we'll all get along someday,"
And with that, the squire cried "Uncle!"
And the prince let go of his sleeper-hold struggle,
"Now will you praise your lady you poor jester thuggle?"
"I do, I do your highness, til death I shall juggle."
And so the otters and clams conjoined the whole island,
With only some leftover haters to beguile,
And within seven days time
People gave up on fear,
Threw out their hunger,
And then it became clear,
With only time left to ponder,
As the big day came near,
At the cathedral they concluded that love lasts much longer,
That really,
Whether one be a clam or an otter,
It is only together that we shall become stronger.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
The clam doth fritter my mind
So close that shell, tightly bind
Protect the flesh, soft body hidden
Predators, everyone forbidden
Rigid shell scalloped in unison
Form the bond to close within
The frilly layer undulating rhythm
Soft body concealed and hinged
So perfect beneath hardened chalk
Worming tongue
Gaping mouth
Wordless talk
Oh to rest inside your precious womb
Forever bask in your rosy gloom
Hold my body with your silken lip
Precision pulse throb through your grip
Mixing Love, Patience, Hope for the world
Depositing on your pink precious pearl
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
one grain of sand
inside one clam
The clam spends time with this grain of sand
it is nurtured
it is protected
it is valued
it is loved
it is seen as an important part of the clams life
it then becomes a pearl
Why are you so clammed up?
I'm clammed up because I am making a pearl
I am making myself my own pearl
creating my own beauty
Shining my imperfections as if they were weaknesses
I am loving myself
And protecting myself from the toxic environment the world around me can be
I am learning the value of myself
Nurturing myself
The pearl is my own sense of self.
That is my pearl
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Oo, have I got a song for you. While you whittle away time learning to play instruments I've run the gun and figured how to inject my spirit in it. Has it been for you as easy to forget as it has been for me to leave the love where it belongs and move on with healthy hope, pelvis at the rope, grinding life into a pulp with each push and pull. The cold in memory for you serves as my instigation to remember you for warmth.
Life is just kitchen like it was before
Conversation runneth over,
Our glasses overfull with celebration
Why don't you come to my door?
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
For once,
I smile both outside and in,
I wear an honest grin,
I'm comfortable within my own skin,
For once....
For once,
I'm happy with where I'm at,
Smile like a Cheshire cat,
Ornerier than a army brat,
For once...
For once,
Happy as a clam,
Feeling as woolly as a lamb,
More mysterious than Spam,
For once...
For once,
I'll simply say adieu,
Give my best wishes to you,
Got lots of living I wanna do,
For once...
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC