"escargot" poems
(I)
So concretey, these jungles
but not like this
Glass shards shoot up 45 stories
only to have tarp covered markets
populated by shouters
Oh, Powerpuff Girls on backpacks
one green
one purple
one pink
And 10 dollar Gucci bags
these people have it made
Four blocks from the world stock exchange
these people have it made
(II)
You ain't had won ton noodle soup
Or chicken feet
Or shrimp stuffed eggplant
Or food from Chinese franchise Pizza Huts
which happens to be an escargot joint
What does that say about US?
hopefully not much
(III)
Red taxis between every other car
Double decker busses
more common than city pigeons
Still the city finds time for trees
whiskery ents rising out of
ancient volcanic soil
You would think it's a city full of sin
Seven million souls, what-
that's higher than I can count
It's not
Everyone here is cute and wrinkly
Confucian
except for the young
These people have it made
(IV)
In this city, you're expected to stay
home with mom and dad
As they get cute and wrinkly
you're to return the love
Confucian
these people have it made
11 seated dinners
these people have it made
(V)
Here in this ancient city
the gravestones dot the hills
coat the hills
And then the cremation jars bury the hills
(yes, they're dead)
cough
Here's how a Chinese name is structured:
[family name] [given name]
Confucianism
and then these names fade too
These people have it made
but it's alright.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 8:18 AM UTC
In My Many Travels and dealing with the challenges of MAN'S MIND, Teaching and Learning with each STEP; I HAVE THIS "BURNING" DESIRE , For the "W H Y S " of life. SO, I ASK OF YOU !! Have you ENCOUNTERED ANY OF THE "FOLLOWING " ?___________(#1)= The Trail we Leave Precedes us, BUT the Shadow, do WE Lead or Follow. (#2)= "SHUCKS" said the Cowboy as He climbed upon the Steed, forgetting to put on His SPURS, NOW what would GOAD the Ride, to the SPUR store "OR" would a collection of SHARP words "WORK AS WELL" ? (#3)= Don't Tell Anyone, BUT, I have found a WORLD where the meaning of words are OBLIQUE to the words we use, Can YOU believe it, I've seen them ! (#4) The NICE THING about being OBLIQUE, when using "HIDDEN-MEANING" words and Allegories, the "ENEMY" *CAN'T Hear the words of TRUTH COMING! (#5) Do YOU realize that Glistening afternoons "USUALLY" result in "SHINING" attitudes for the Evenings; "GO FOR IT ! (#6)= For Those who are Still Rehearsing their LIFE; It's time to go Stage-Front, Turn off House lights,,Bring-up the SPOTS and see what "GOD" has in store for YOU ! (#7)= I USED to smell like Canteloupe, THEN, I discovered "ESCARGOT", NOW I Smell like an "OIL-SLICK" , What is? The Price of a Barrell today ? *(#8)= MY Songs are Not Just Words Written on Paper, BUT the Voices from My VERY Heart and the Melody Has JUST Begun ! ___"EVEN AS I held them up to the GREAT-LIGHT WITH HOPE= "YES" *TRULY I Understand NOW the "W H Y " of "OBSCURE OBSERVATIONS".......
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 3:16 AM UTC
little slug
lived his life
thinking he was a snail
until a man came along
ripped off his shell
and covered him in salt
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Crunch underfoot.
Climbing crawling.
Watch where you're walking.
The birds they are hungry.
Missing out to clumsy feet.
So are the French.
"ESCARGOT"
Bon appetite.....
Yuck.
(c)LIVVI
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
"236 miles into the Atlantic.." the captain crackles,
I find the foils of snow and sand here,
dust and ridges etched ashore on Andes
mountain tops and the way
the wind seduces the elements to dance only
for her to laugh and slap down.
The escargot and garlic alligator
shift, below in crates. The drunken
feet stumble to the jazz of the
ocean and the timbre of the coconut ***
on their way to the formal dinner promised
in this passage of escape. They saunter
but the ocean's sighs harmonize with her laughter.
"At night the opal blue sinks beneath black
but," she says, "I still see the jovial mist's blue dance."
So we toast with Shiraz and join the drunken
music with our drunken neighbors, souls drunk
and eyes feasting on oil candles and neon CARNIVAL
shot glasses that aid us, the broke, to run harder
into the night and away from the damnation of land.
I, you all, know that is what this is,
what vacations, rest, water, Advil, sunscreen
all promise and whisper and ****** until
they force your feet to dance so they
can laugh as they slap you down ashore,
awake, thirsty, throbbing, burnt into the reality
you left for the past five glorious days.
Ah, and glory- you see?
The majesty of the waves and allure
of purple and green fade when compared,
remember? Nature is symmetry and
the depravity of pain pales in comparison
to the glory of salvation. Look to the sea,
see where Christ walked.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Hundreds of the 5'x5' Treasure Containers were all around me. NOT just in a rambling fashion, But in a PECULIAR ORDER, As if someone had meant to lay out a PATTERN and Path. Each was EMBLAZENED with the Curious Markings and right in the center of the PULSATING Markings that Identified each container as to what LETTER of the Alphabet was being Displayed ! I was looking for that particular ONE that contained Millions of FOLDED GOLD Parchment Papers ! With a Singular "GOLD-LEAF" letter, Right in the Center. I heard a slight Humming coming from behind me ! Growing in intensity,, Calling ME to the Source. I RAN ! ! There it was ! "ANOTHER...CASE OF THE "D's ".. AND with the SAME WARNING instructions on the latch in small caps; " OPEN AND SHARE".... * I DID AND I AM *______ (#1 )= DINGY-DRAPES= Wraps to put around those things in your life that appear to be JUST a Little GRAY, the DRAPES bring SPARKLES ! ! (#2)= DITCH-LIFTERS= Highly trained folks, able to promptly aid your recovery OUT of and FROM that PIT you may be visiting, they PULL YOU *OUT and cement it over , so you may safely nand Never Return ! ! (#3)= DISMAL-DAMPERS= Made of Indestructible CARBON STEEL, custom fitted to make a perfect fit over your head, Guaranteed SOUND-PROOF. Additional Eye openings included so YOU can watch the EVIL Captain of DISMAY *rush-away ! ! (#4)=DARK-THIRTY= An Electronic Badge that starts flashing and SHRIEKING, as a Warning that you are about to go past the POINT OF NO *RETURN,, if you go to far,,ALL LIGHTS START "SHUTTING-OFF" ! ! (#5)= DISCOVERY-DINNERS= A special set of FAKE EYE BROWS,,,comes in Four colors,,when applied ,,YOU WILL SAY AND REPEAT THREE (3) TIMES;;;"I used to smell like Cantelope, Then I discovered Escargot, NOW I Smell like an "OIL-SLICK" ,, ? WHAT IS THE PRICE OF A BARRELL TODAY?? ____ " *MEMORIZE THESE,, AND I'LL SEARCH FOR SOME OF "DEEEZ"______ !~ !
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 5:05 AM UTC
Dear, dear, don’t go out, dear
don’t move don’t play don’t do
stay, stay in my embrace, is my caress not enough for you?
i’ll hug your frame till the inside it flees for good
safe and warm and safe and warm
they’ve come and i’ve no way to go, stay
the door is closed, you see them drift by but don’t go, don’t go
heady bright fluorescents that drug, stay planted
with me dear, with me, don’t go
hold me back, closer, i’ll drop a kiss on your blank forehead
dear i love you, i love you, i love you
live thunderclouds in the sky, killing rain solidified underneath
they play haunting un-music, the silence absolute
and dear stop asking questions,
don’t talk about them don’t break under curiosity, stay still, stay silent
stay here in my embrace and let us comfort each other
dear shh, no don’t, don’t talk, because they’ll know
they’ll know they’ll know they know
dear you left me, i told you not
to go but you went through the door like a storm
and you closed it; the room is electricity as
i watch you move; cobbled streets
and then you are there in front and i wasn’t enough as
they reach tendrils to your cheeks and whisper the universe
you laugh and tessellate
and then you fall and crash and dissolve
dear i am alone
i still see you out there sometimes, purple and black
and blue where they loved you
a delicacy; escargot for the new reign
of apathetic gods who love and then forget and
dear, dear the house creaks where they brush by and i
miss those questions, wind in my ears
not silent prairie of fear and loss and grief
dear i love you
dear i am not enough
dear i am sorry
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
In 1973,
My father used a favorite shucking knife,
Its short blade loose in the wooden shaft,
To pry open rocklike oysters.
He passed them to us, his heirs
To the iced tea spoons, the fondue ***
The escargot shells, the silver martini shaker,
And we would first check them for pearls
And then hold them, like religion,
Above our mouths,
Tip our heads back,
And let them slide over our tongues.
Yesterday, at Little Pond,
As March thawed the glassthin ice,
I startled at the cracking,
Welcomed the blade, sang the amen.
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 3:53 PM UTC
Reports are that New York City
Has washed out with the tide
Give my regards to Broadway
The starless Manhattan skyline
The coffee shop patrons are oblivious
To what is going on outside
With latte in hand they don't realize
They'll soon be swimming for their yuppie lives
All the business men on Wall Street
Are stuffing money in suitcases
Hoping that they'll double as
Life saving flotation
All those spotless high fashion models
Are in heels trying to run-away
It's far too late for that now
Shouldn't have gone to work today
With Central Park underwater
It's now New Yorks finest fishing spot
Tossing fishing lines out of every high-rise
Using what ever bait they've got
From Escargot to caviar
Along with diamond rings for shine
To attract the fish for that special dish
On which the rich can dine
Once a place of so much fun
The island became it's own ride
When Coney Island washed away
As New York was pulled out with the tide
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
a delicious treat
for such a sweet little girl
she was soooo hungry
look in her eyes said it all
voracious, insatiable
finger licking good
greazy slimy decadence
nice presentation
gray matter smattered with blood
escargot consistency
sated and happy
she rested in the corner
basement was quiet
not thinking or caring much
just pleased to eat daddy's brains
Del Maximo
© September 26, 2009
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 18, 2010 at 9:53 AM UTC
I'm partying down at a Hollywood bash
The reason I'm here is that I crashed
I figured that if I would have asked
I would have been told to kiss their...
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
I'm not even close to being a famous guy
Something I often ponder and question why
But that's another story for another...
Time to see if there's anyone that I know
As I'm rubbing elbows with the escargot
Something smells fishy at this table bro
Wondering should I stay or should I...
Go ahead and think what you will of me
I'm just here to meet Justin "The Bieb"
Once I do then I can leave
Wait a minute, in the corner is that...
She gave me a glimpse from behind the bar
I'd take her home but don't have a car
With that deduction I wont get very far
Still do you think she thinks I'm a...
Star light helps to guide me home
I was found out and kicked out of the Hollywood bowl
It's a lonely walk that I'm walking home
Hey look! Another party, what the heck, you never know...
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
I hear they hoard Picasso’s like diamonds.
Excess is common—
escargot at a diner, Parisian no more,
cheapened slime beneath
industrial grade lighting.
Women
drawn and quartered, all cut up,
chaos-con-cube
hung from the wall of some
split-level apartment
where I hear a man
hanged himself
(and his children might, too*)
Their bitterness
licks at the paint
in ordinary strokes
driving down the value of,
what once was,
a masterpiece.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
O'blessed Darkness cover me
Blanket the rushing words & flashing blurs;
The disjointed fragments of blinking walls,
Lights crashing off and on,
Blue, red, green-the marionettes dancing,
So many together and all alone.
It is all a show.
The hiccup of life, the vomiting dream.
I see my life before me;
A slush of goo,
The stink of this world,
Or is that the scallops & escargot?
What have you done to me?
Everything I do myself-
This dream, this life...
Why do I hurt myself so?
Punching mirrors, ***** on porcelain.
Dark, thick-
My throne for many minutes...
Time ticking, time ticking-
I was unaware.
My wooden box was silent,
My wooden life is tragic.
The voices through the walls,
Through the fog and haze-
You okay? You okay? You okay?
I croak a positive.
I have no steady legs-
When have I ever?
I have no:
stable brain
clear thought
decisive moment
steady action
fruitful journey-
All slipping through my fingers...
Like the vomitous goo of tonight.
Everything we have, we lose.
Owning anything is an illusion.
Holding on is meaningless.
I want to go home.
(Everything is nothing)
I want to go home
(there is no sense in anything)
i want to go home.
Please, hold me now.
©Lesley Wood
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
Whilst perusing the internet
I happened upon a shopping site that
You could order the strangest kind
Of anything you find online
Like...
Dogs that talk
Pigs that fly
Birds that burp
Fish that sigh
Cows that cackle
Giraffes that might
drive your car
if you would like
Orangutans
with manicures
Floating souls
from the underworld
Ginsu knives
that slice and dice
A circus clown
that isn't nice
Chewing gum
that once was chewed
By the infamous
Mr.Magoo
A politician
that tells the truth
that is brand new
never once been used
A mirror that's
already cracked
with only six months
bad luck left
An iPod filled with
Disco tunes
A picture of Sean Penn
shooting the moon
McDonald's fries
with the salt licked off
A brown jar filled with
Whooping cough
A frog that comes
with its own warts
A visit from Mindy
minus Mork
A kite with only
half a tail
Escargot
that's really snail
Shorts once worn
by Daisy Duke
Scores and scores
of 70's Show tunes
Just about anything you would like
I found on this one awesome site
And desperately feeling the need
I ended up ordering one of each
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
" Hello.
I am your waiter today and let me tell you our specials!
1. Pla Sum and Mole
2. Lachanorizo and Dosa
3. Fugu and Gazpacho
4. Escargot and Dim Sum
5. Italian-style salami and a Cheeseburger. "
The customer:
" Can we just throw all of
that
together and see how it
turns
out? "
" Why of course we can!"
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
Men
are like french delicacies..
I've never understood
them
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
I keep wondering over here
Whatever happened to Van Gogh's ear
The one he cropped in a fit of love
And was that before or after a few beers
Did he send it out in the post
With a return address
Did she at one time say Van lend me your ear
Did he exclaim I can do that
Was it red and gooey inside
Like a Valentines day surprise
When she opened it up and saw it was an ear
Could she belive her eyes
I myself am not a romantic
But I'm pretty sure this is not how it's done
At least not on this side of the planet
No matter how madly in love
Now that the ear of Van Gogh looks like escargot
Feel free to chew on that fact
Which brings me back to haunt my original thought
I wonder where the ears now at
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
The snails look down on slugs
As vagabonds and vagrants
They shun them in the garden sheds
Get aggressive on the pavements
The slugs despise the landed gentry
Escargot **** yourselves they cry
But while they’re brabbling and bickering
Sparrows circle in the sky
The slugs slide in vain towards the hedge
And **** the snails to hell
But the snails no longer hear them
Safe inside a silent shell
Apr 20, 2023
Apr 20, 2023 at 4:13 PM UTC