Visit Malaysia Year Poem - Pulau Ketam (State of Selangor)
pincers, white fluffy flesh
red hot, spicy shells
under our white
plastic hammers
each leg, pincer,
carapace broken
licked clean
the two eyes
now jutting out of
the auspicious
light as flight
red orange shell
so cleaned up of life
so meaningless
and emptied
of existence
a loser of
the world
except for
its rich delicious
steamy white
vein laced flesh
the shells
stripped of all the limbs
straddle the table
play out the animals in us
some are upside down
some in upright position
some helter skelter
loose signatures of the
delicious triumph of a two legged
over a ten legged wonder
now only our hands are
crawling all over the table
grabbing parts, positioning legs,
pincer for hammers
we are nothing
more than dinosaur
when it comes to crabs
they are but fluffy, juicy, spicy,
pulpy, squeaky rich protein to
fill up the stomach
to build the muscles
of our own limbs
more customers coming?
get ready the crabs
get ready the rice
and the hammers
how many of them please?
how many crabs?
ketam ketam ketam
plankwalk that make
our walk sound crab
and.....dinosaur
Ketam is the malay word for crabs. pulau ketam is an island 30 minutes away from port klang in selangor. port klang is about an hour by commuter train from kuala lumpur and the same amount of time if one drives in one's own car. the island is famous for its seafood. the wooden plankwalk to the numerous restaurants makes one's walk sound crab because it goes ketam ketam ketam.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Little Crab
As the little crab climbed
To the top of the basket
Hoping to make an escape
The bigger crabs pulled him down
And when the consignment
Did reach the market place
The Fisherman’s son was delighted
To find a small crab in the bag
He picked it up carefully
Drooling at the thought of soup
But this time the little crab
Reacted fast, he bit the boy’s hand
Falling quickly to the ground
As the child reduced his grip
Undaunted by the crack in his shell
He scuttled away in search of
A safer place, far away from
Fishing baskets, boys and big crabs.
poem by Sandra Martyres
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The Hermit Crab
The hermit crabs life is all but exciting live all alone
and in the sahdows in the bottom of the teary sea
feelings no comfort and no love this crab is all alone
no friends and allways hurting everyone
he use to have friends till the day he found him self this shell of dark sleeping alone
and being alone this crab used that bad to fell worse
we the other crabs of life the ones that live a full happy life
need to find him/her and bring this hermit out of it's shell
show to the hermit that talking isn't all bad
but being alone is talk about your problems dont hide in a shell
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In this lonely island
I will go
Where the hermit
Crabs
Dry their
borrowed shells
As they bathe
Themselves
Under
The sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In This Lonely Island
In this lonely island
I will go
Where the hermit
Crabs
Dry their
borrowed shells
As they bathe
Themselves
Under
The sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So if anybody wants to get me something, get me 60 crabs - one for each year. I don't want no diamonds, I don't want no shoes, I don't want no party. I want some crabs.
quote by Patti LaBelle
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On Valentine's Day
here, it will be a beautiful morning
the sun has come and the flowers bloom
and the birds still sing their love songs in the air
it is a special day for me, a dinner for two, candle light
in a seafood restaurant beside the sea
peace and quiet and cool sea breeze from the pacific ocean
at the middle of the table
a white rose, beside some crabs, and jasmine rice,
and crispy fried shrimps,
the desert is buko salad placed in the coconut bowl
with slices of apples, pineapples, and cherries
San Mig light beer for me and Sprite for her
we indulge in the usual conversations of husband and wife
simple, honest, faithful, and happy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Street Crab
First Ill panic quick and listen
To advice
Agree to anything and try to be
Too nice
Then my skin flakes, another allergy
Im not making sense, just
Ignore me
Thirst I had at last
Run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
Whats the matter?
Street crabs buy it fast
Infect the water
Safe and sound like the perfect food
Ice the beer, its east to feel good
What was that you said? I thought
I heard my name but
Every street crab will push the
Vowels the same
Thist I had at last
Run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
Whats the matter?
Street crabs buy in fast
Infect the water
song performed by by Helmet
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Pantun - Arus deras sungei Klang setelah hujan lebat (translated to English)
arus deras setelah hujan lebat
cepat ubah wajahnya sungei klang
bagai kuala lumpur di susuli ekonomi pesat
dulu pekerja ladang skrang towkay kilang
the water is treacherous after the rain
the klang river is fast to change her image
like kuala lumpur after the fast economic progress
those farmers some are now factory owners
arus deras sungei klang setelah hujan lebat
bagai kuala lumpur di susuli ekonomi hebat
bangunan tingi lambang pembagunan pesat
ibu kota yang mulai dari lumpur ke suatu pusat
river klang is choppy after a bout of rain
like kuala lumpur after its economic growth
high buildings are signs of development
the city that grows from a mud estuary to an important centre
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Crab
When I eat crab, slide the rosy
rubbery claw across my tongue
I think of my mother. She'd drive down
to the edge of the Bay, tiny woman in a
huge car, she'd ask the crab-man to
crack it for her. She'd stand and wait as the
pliers broke those chalky homes, wild-
red and knobby, those cartilage wrists, the
thin orange roof of the back.
I'd come home, and find her at the table
crisply unhousing the parts, laying the
fierce shell on one side, the
soft body on the other. She gave us
lots, because we loved it so much,
so there was always enough, a mound of crab like a
cross between breast-milk and meat. The back
even had the shape of a perfect
ruined breast, upright flakes
white as the flesh of a chrysanthemum, but the
best part was the claw, she'd slide it
out so slowly the tip was unbroken,
scarlet bulb of the feeler—it was such a
kick to easily eat that weapon,
wreck its delicate hooked pulp between
palate and tongue. She loved to feed us
and all she gave us was fresh, she was willing to
grasp shell, membrane, stem, to go
close to dirt and salt to feed us,
the way she had gone near our father himself
to give us life. I look back and
see us dripping at the table, feeding, her
row of pink eaters, the platter of flawless
limp claws, I look back further and
see her in the kitchen, shelling flesh, her
small hands curled—she is like a
fish-hawk, wild, tearing the meat
deftly, living out her life of fear and desire.
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poem by Sharon Olds
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Caving In, White, Salted Flesh
The only sound
He makes is the one he makes
With his fingers, snapping off
A pincer, boiled-red, shelled husk
Caving in, white, salted flesh
Rising like clouds, fraying.
My mother watches all this
Like a rapt audience. If she could,
She would rise up in a passion
To applaud, convinced she is
Not the metaphor in the bowl,
Pink leg dangling, suspended
Over the rim, chest in pieces,
Spooned and well-dug, emptied.
poem by Cyril Wong
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Around The Island
the trip around the island
takes us a day
it is dark and we are back
at this beach resort
lighted by shells and
torches
dinner is served
prawns, and crabs
and some lamb's meat
from the farm
and some slices of
pineapple
again, so sweet
to my tongue
crunchy to my teeth
beside you
the music from the sea
the breeze plays our songs
of silence
that only our eyes speak
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crabs And Luck
the crabs are the creatures of pincers
they bite each flesh and nerve
and it will be so painful but you
are as silent as the
grass and as resilient as the
the vine that is in touch with the
latest wind
when you are finally taken
i know that like the rest you are not coming back
to tell us
how it is there
what perfection has been given
how happiness can never be contained
because it is
beyond the hold of our hands
beyond the grasp of the
human minds
lucky, indeed how lucky can you be
on your first trip to
eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Running All Night (with The Lion)
Ive been waiting for my lady
One hour - she finally came
She came walking by my table
And Im thinking
Whats this foxs game
To be honest, I was ready
To play that white witchs game
And I knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
When youre running
All night with the lion
Running all night with the lion ...
I may not recall exactly
How I got her to sit down
She was sitting at my table
And Im making out like a clown
Oh, shell make me very happy
When she showed her fallen again
And I knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
Rocknrollin ladies
Good life to the games you cant win
Well drink right at my table
And well talk till its time to go in
This could be something heavy
If only youd show me a sign
And something says youre ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Crabs dig holes according to the size of their shells.
Burden
Burden, bed, dud, den, run, rude, burn, red, due;
And like the time machine of your life!
But, it is also like soldier-crabs on the way to the sea;
Because you failed to marry me! !
Love and peace,
And for every 17 years!
But, who can stand this burden of your life? ! !
For the big animals live longer than the small animals,
And like the muse of your love in the land of joy.
Burden, rend, end, dub, bud, rub, ruin, rein, bur;
And like your sweet love in the rain!
But you failed to marry me,
And the soldeir-crabs came along to expose your muse to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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She was still innocent and fearless
The little girl
Played
With shells and crabs
Bathe in the salty water
On the seashore
Keen eyes waiting
To see more animals
And play with them
Dangerous or not
Was not her concern
Fear of getting bitten
The depth of the ocean
Did not bother
She treated all alike
She was still
Innocent and fearless
As god had sent her
Still not fully exposed
To the ugly realities
And crooked ways of life
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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on the street of hairclips
buckets of pink crabs
boil in their shells
haiku by Jane Gibian
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The Liberator
Keys turning
rattling in the loose locks
opening high the doors
that close again
like death-hours coming faster
the walls are white
and the line of beds is staring
all the bars go up and down
and none of them lead outward
and leaping eyes
and stiff limbs
follow the crunch of the keys
I am powerful now
and I will break those that carry the keys
with little hammers
small hammers
which you will make for me
and hide in the porridge
I will break all their heads
and lay them in neat rows
and we shall wave high the keys
and open wide a million doors
and all of us shall dance in the snow
and that poor woman in the spiral casket
shall warm a wooden doll to her dress
&nbs p; and lean her hair in the fire
the grating shall be taken from about the fire
and the woman and the keys shall go within
all of us
shall ;dance
&nb sp; within
poem by Emily Holmes Coleman
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Running All Night
I've been waiting for my lady
One hour - she finally came
She came walking by my table
And i'm thinking
What's this fox's game
To be honest, i was ready
To play that white witch's game
And i knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
When you're running
All night with the lion
Running all night with the lion ...
I may not recall exactly
How i got her to sit down
She was sitting at my table
And i'm making out like a clown
Oh, she'll make me very happy
When she showed her fallen again
And i knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
Rock'n'rollin' ladies
Good life to the games you can't win
We'll drink right at my table
And we'll talk till it's time to go in
This could be something heavy
If only you'd show me a sign
And something says you're ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Desi and I
Desi and I went to the beach
We found shells, crabs, and even a log
Then we went back to his house
And decided to pet Dodger his dog
poem by Kenny Microsoft
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