Best Ida Poems

it matters to not be able to tell
    where you end 
  and comfort begins
    seamlessly held by another 
with nature to rest within
    we're all of the same matter
    then the...

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dizzy distractions make for invisible whirl
centre of attention is this invisible girl
sky leopard spotted by his moon eye all seeing
a sweep of flower songbirds startled and fleeing
the peacock observes as she swishes into view
no longer water yet so dainty and seethrough 
locked in the circle...

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I follow the curve of the land
  forging a way that was already dictated
   falling whilst shackled to endlessness
  becoming as I rush blindly forward
     looking to the ground
   a thunderous roar my ever present...

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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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there's commonality with a pencil line
 it could be anything
    just as the sea could swallow me up
 the pencil could place me back in the scene
          I'm the tiny fragments on the...

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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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now tethered to dreams 
      unhooked 
     from 
the 
    day
suspended with e a s e
   above my own milky way
 I surrender my thoughts
      let...

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