Best Grits Poems

Green eggs, Spam and grits
Sam and Pam had their fill,
Then made their way to Main Street
Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill.

Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors
To show them...

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Out on the porch in the still morn
Looking at the foggy damp knoll
As I think about being reborn
And eat grits from the new soup bowl

Neighbor's...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest

Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.)...

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Friends, fellow poets and countrymen, please lend me your ear.
I do not live in Australia, and I wish to make that perfectly clear.
I will not...

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A pearl is not found in every oyster 
Only ones that endure a grit that comes to fester
Slowly its lacquered and covered with shiny plaster
It...

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When Betty hit the menopause
her symptoms all came on at once,
with her brain fog; she feels a dunce!

At night in bed, the hot sweat pours
and...

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What's up?
What's going on?
How come it's 3AM?
And bright as noon?
Have I finally made it
Into a Looney-Tune?

Who left me a hot breakfast,
Then disappeard?
How the hell did...

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On a beautiful morning one day in May 
I went to my grandma and grandpa's to stay
My grandpa fixed breakfast and fed it to me
I...

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I manage my planned early rise in hopes dawn will kindly provide
me time before others converge in the joy bounce of family noise.
With silent glee...

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[ to the tune of We’re off to see the Wizard
from the musical Wizard of Oz ]


If you’ve not had fried gizzard,
you’ve never had southern...

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The city skyline’s broken teeth
Chewed on the fog’s edge
Yellowed and dirty tendrils seethe
Above the sun’s defeated wedge

The lights wink on like stars but dim
One for...

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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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Kevin Solomon  9/9/2015

The Lion and the Crown
Cobalt blue goblet and the spangled gown
Black tie and high browns
Puttin on the Ritz
Flappers dancing the Charleston
Jazz by...

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Behold the pioneering spiritualist, living on the edge
Of the civilizations harshest grid, seeking tranquilities
Harmony beyond the brick lined streets of stress and
Strife of the big...

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