Best Ida Poems

Ida Kincaid

1866 - 1903


I was Ida Kincaid
Wife of Charles
And mother of a pernicious brood of five sinister sons.
My first born required eighteen hours of excruciating labor,
And I should’ve known then! 
After Charles, our son, finally had his behind swatted
By the venerable Doctor Lont,
Charles, my husband,...

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Dedicated to a wonderful friend of mine - a song written on my Sophmore year of highschool.
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[Chorus]
Hurricane Ida, she come rollin’ along
Hurricane Ida, she be singin’ this song
She lives in our hearts and souls
It’s where she resides
Bother her, she’ll break your nose and lift up...

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(Dedicated to Ida Greene who died July 5, 2008.)

Ida was her name and she was my mom's former stepmother.
For eighteen months she helped take care of Mom, her sister and her brothers.
She taught my mom how to milk a cow.
I hate to say that she...

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I have a fear of drowning in deep waters, dark and cold;
I dream the waves are parted revealing Death's threshold.

I wonder, trembling in my bed, if another life I've known;
is there a body beneath the sea, dissolved, bone of my bone?

    ...

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Ida Oaks
1827-1919

John gave me a good home.
Not one with plumbing and power,
But one with a solid slab, and a full well.
And while living in this Quaker homestead,
We found that life was precise and persistent.
But it pleased me to provide good food, and 
Medicinal solace for...

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I spoke with an elderly woman today . . .  Ida was her name.
She was a most interesting lady, though not known for fortune or fame.

She told me a bit about her life . . . coming to America after WWII.
Her life must have...

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Although she was my grandmama,
We all called her Miss Ida.
Children and grandchildren alike did succumb
To this quaint, obscure, southern custom.

In the days of gold and lavender,
Mother was "Miss," and father was "Mister."
When buttercups danced in the sun,
When skies were vaguely cinnamon.

She gave to me a...

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A sexy spider? It cannot be done they said.
While Kirk Reinert did it.
Without their approval.
Without their suggestions.
Without worrying about their naysaying at all.

A spider named Ida?
Ida the spide-ah?
Oh, that does fall off the tongue neatly.
Her legs make her seem completely….
marvelous, wonderful, well done.

The creator sits...

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New Orleans is living the blues
As water soaks into their shoes
Will FEMA refuse
To fund his beer cruise
Or choose to use subterfuge?...

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Potatoes can be baked
    potatoes can be boiled
  Potatoes can be mashed
    even fried in oil

  But do not eat potatoes raw
    unless you have an iron jaw...

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My very best friend Ida Fipps
Has simply enormous hips
When she goes to dances
The men she entrances
She brings a big smile to their lips...

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Today's Juneteenth blessing comes from Ida B. Wells
and is meant to correct the lies being told about slavery
and all the ones who continue spawn them…

‘The way to right wrongs…she said 
is to turn the light of truth upon them

...

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We wash our dead, our dead!
We make paper bags, alembics, sandpaper and words from their bones
The abstract reality of the walls - the chandelier of the sky - the sound reflected in the water
We mix our mortar like we are doing things bigger than our...

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