Best Cornbread Poems

Lately I have lost my usually healthy appetite.
My taste buds have gone on vacation, and fail to excite.
Hamburgers, chicken, and seafood leave me cold.
Maybe it’s my menu that has grown old.
 
I step on the scales thinking surely I have lost weight,
But it stubbornly remains...

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Growin' up on the Hoosier farm, Mom fixed very simple chuck.
(We'd never heard of pate de fois gras or crispy Peking duck!)
But never mind such sophisticated and fanciful cuisines.
I'd much prefer a steamin' bowl of Mom's cornbread 'n beans!

Ah! The aroma waftin' thro' the house,...

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I rested my weight on the dated metal green and white glider. I moved back and forth listening to the cracking sound that the glider forced out of the patched slats on Mama Ruth's front porch.
It was a pleasurable sight to see the pink petunias...

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Grandma’s Cornbread

grandma grind the corn

oven warm 

butter sweet cornbread


10/5/2018



Poetry Contest: Baker's Dozen 
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy...

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THERE'LL BE CORNBREAD AND BISCUITS IN HEAVEN

There'll be cornbread and biscuits in Heaven.
And Mammy and Pap will be there.
The chickens will lay eggs under the house
so the young-uns can look for them there.

And Lester will bring back a deer from the hills.
And Chester will clean...

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its in my head
I toss in my bed
thinking about it
how its fixs
its 
RICES BEANS AND
CORNBREAD...

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It all starts with the cornbread
buttermilk, of course
seared in an iron skillet
crunchy outer crust
southern tradition
slap-your-mom
good!

Crawfish, Andouille sausage,
crumbled up cornbread,
onions, celery, apples,
cranberries, pecans,
cinnamon and sage,
moistened and
baked!
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-------------------------   Cornbread


         please dont add sugar
       stone ground is my secret
            mama sure can cook


   ...

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Dead folks in my hood.
I just watch Netflix and keep
my shades down.
Hoping I don't get killed.

I pray to the Lord!
And in the dark night, 
bullets fly past my window.
Kinda makes me frown!


(* this is not about me*)
Panagiota Fomios


August 10, 2019
8pm PST
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Elevator moves sideways
		
		The pickles are dry
		The butter is hard
		The cornbread has too much sugar

		And now it’s a cake
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It Made Me Think of You
David J Walker

Something
	I don’t know what
Reminded me
You are not here
Perhaps it was the pot
On the stove 

Like the one you used to
Soak the beans in 
Overnight
Before simmering them 
All-day
With a ham bone
Shedding its meat
Spreading it flavor

It makes me think of
The...

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We are a plethora of flavors, 
Bubbling in a silver crockpot
Seductively salty, carrot friendly,
Our potatoes cut in squarest chunks.

We bob up, and see our reflection in an oval lid.
Huge woman plops a spoon in our swirling liquid.
She takes a slurp of us. Stirs in an...

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It’s Thursday evening, almost nine
foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time
with juke-box tales of love’s romance
the county jail, a second chance
for bourbon belles or backroad trucks
mail-box motels, living on luck
from one horse towns to city bars
acoustic sounds that drive guitars
harmonicas with prairie dust
Americana, steel mill rust
cornbread kitchen,...

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The Warmth of a Winters Dinner
David J Walker 

The blackened cast-iron caldron 
Sat on the stove burner waiting for
The task to begin
the water and the low flame 
taking its time
all day to claim
a winters meal  

It would begin in the morning
with onion joined by...

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How Winter Goes
David J Walker

This is how the winter goes

North wind blows
Runny nose
Nothing grows
Highs are lows

While 

The old folks 
Endlessly 
double-bundle
fighting off the cold

swearing next winter 
will be different  

Spent in Miami 
Spent in bundles in 
The jungles of a
Florida swamp 

Calling my sister
Asking...

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