Best Cornbread Poems

It was my first Thanksgiving dinner as his wife
so I wanted the meal to be perfect in every way
But...trembling in fear, I cut my finger...

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Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to...

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Socialites

those was good days.
sneakin' out the bedroom window
tryin' harder not to wrinkle our frocks
than not to wake momma

runnin' down the dusty road
with pointy-toe pumps in...

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St. Milt’s Grand Opening today
Come and celebrate with us
On Martin Luther King Day
Worldwide choirs and gospel music
Singing MLK’s best loved hymns
Mahalia Jackson, Nina Simon 
It’s...

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Who first thought to eat cornbread with chili?
And who first thought to add ketchup to fries -
Who first thought to put that bell in Philly...

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Sheriff Koplin has ridden East to gather a few other folks who decided to leave the city and head West, hoping to settle in Milton...

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Recently, the weather turned chilly and rainy creating a desire for cornbread and homemade soup.  Thinking of re-creating my mother’s traditional autumn soup brought...

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“Where I’m From”
I am from pliers
	from Tylenol and vanilla bean perfume.
I am from the budding rose bush,
	the aloe vera plant
	whose salve heals my burns.
I am...

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Down in Alabam where big sweet taters grow
lives great aunt Cyndi diggin dirt with a hoe.
Up in the morn bout the crack o’ dawn
see for...

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The neighborhood buffet boasted 
fried chicken and biscuits, toasted, 

creamy gravy, and smashed taters. 
You can serve yourself, no waiters. 

Into the long line you...

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The Supper Table
by D.A. Brooks

Steam rising, sifting through
   The kitchen air that we once knew.
Collards, peas and sweet iced tea,
   Hoping...

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Standing in the ankle high emerald green grass of my 
great-aunts property barefoot, hearing the creak of wood
on steel.
My daughter and husband are in the...

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The Farm  ©

Fields of mustard
sway in a light breeze
off the river
farm dogs return 
dusted in yellow

the clapboard gray of
the farmhouse
weeps old memories
generations of pea...

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I do not want to eat rice and beans any more
I want a new meal
I'm ready to throw this pot out the door
I'm sure I've...

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Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a 
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork 
neckbones lay naked of meat. 

The...

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