Best Peas Poems
The sensitive strokes of Georgia O'Keeffe's brush
have aroused in sweet pea petals, a tender pink blush
In these ruffled labian folds, painted as a fragile flower
buds beget blooms in their feminine garden bower
Along the baseboard in a small kitchen
there is a tiny hole, the perfect size to go
unnoticed, perfect for a secret hideaway.
Little twin girls imprisoned at the table
not allowed to leave unless those cold
olive green peas are completely gone!
Canned peas, that had a bit of the flavor
of the tin can infused into them, pushed
around the plate in a marble shoot.
When is she going to leave the kitchen,
quit watching, stop repeating, "eat every one!"
Salty tears dropping on the plate, incapable
of adding any flavor as an hour passes and
little heads are laying on the table beside
the plate with those cursed tiny vegetables
staring back with their small green eyes.
She has to take a trip to the toilet, this must
be timed just right...half the peas leave the plates
and are scooted into the tiny hole in the wall.
She returns, unaware of the subterfuge.
Admonishment causes more tears and little
voices pleading, "they're almost gone". "Not good
enough, finish them or you stay here all night!"
A guardian angel makes the phone ring and she
leaves to answer it. Two little girl's plates quickly
converge upon the tiny hole that gobbles up the
last of those dreaded cold green peas.
She returns and the ordeal is finally over, with
her none the wiser, until a few weeks pass and
she keeps trying to find the smelly odor coming
from the kitchen. She follows her nose to the
secret hideaway exposing the rotted peas.
Infuriation welds up within and then out comes
the razor strap and a painful dance ensues.
© Connie Marcum Wong
They are two peas in a pod....this pair having fun
I can't help but smile, as I sit on the steps
by the old front porch, watching them romp
on the cool green grass, in the warm winter sun
This sunny little boy, with the gold in his hair
And his funny best friend, wagging a tail here and there
Their spirits are one, it is hard to divide them,
And their souls seem half child, half canine, combining...
Running the length of the yard as they play,
Jumping the jumps as if one and the same
Dancing the dance as they wear out their game....
Shaking my head, I must ponder the bond
It's no wonder instead ...., as they're both gifts from God
Squeals of child laughter, as loud as he can
A wag of a tail, like a circular fan...
If the child could wag and his dog could holler
They would gladly trade places, I'll bet you a dollar
Two of a kind, with spirits to spare
That can cause one to laugh or pull out your hair !
From my perch by the porch, I'm watching them play
Love is so simple, at the end of the day
Filled by these moments, these small gifts from God
Love is so simple, as two peas in a pod
Here is a sample, just watch it unwind...
Just as God made them...they are two of a kind........
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Baby doesn't like the 'peases'.
She spits them out, as she pleases.
I still have that childish vice
But spitting peas isn't nice.
Avoiding them is hard to do.
They're in the pot pie and the stew.
So, I pick them out one by one
But pea-picking is not fun.
Give me a break. I cannot take
To even smell them on the make.
Cold in salad or piping hot,
Hold the peas. Peas porridge, not!
January 11, 2018
Two peas in a pod?
My April and me?
No, not at all,
I would not agree
She is all sunshine
laughter and light
I’m shrouded in darkness
too much like the night
She is artistic, outgoing
well read,
I’m the quiet, shy
redhead
But no matter what
my sister and me,
on one thing,
we’ll always agree
Our friendship is
tried and true
over the years
it grew and grew
deeply rooted as
Aspen trees
snug as a bug
a pod with two peas
Yes, I have to agree
though we are far apart
my April is closely
endeared in my heart.
Trudy Diane Rider
8-21-2009
For My sister April, I miss her.
For Nathan's contest
Nigh on sixty years ago this Yankee from the State of Indiana,
Wed a lovely Confederate lass from the State of Louisiana!
I thought I knew her pretty well by the time our vows were read,
But there was a New Years Day secret that she had left unsaid!
Seems there's an old southern tradition that I'd never heard of before.
By eatin' black-eyed peas on New Years Day you'd have good luck, she swore!
That lowly, bland legume is rather tasteless but a hambone spices it up.
And my spouse adds this and that to the mix, usin' her measurin' cup.
With the black-eyed peas is served cornpone (as it's called in Dixie land),
From a recipe handed down by generations and it must be made by hand!
Since I was introduced to that humble pea known for its great good luck,
'Tis our chuck on New Years Day with a generous decanter of Cold Duck!
Now, in Hoosier Land on New Years Day we ate sausage and sauerkraut.
Whether is helps to eat peas or kraut for a year's good luck, I somewhat doubt,
But, I must confess with my spouse at my side, life has mostly been a breeze.
Do you reckon it has somethin' to do with eatin' 'pone and black-eyed peas!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 3 in Russell Sivey's "Good Luck Meal" Contest - Jan 2012
We were a trio, three peas in a pod
These days our encounters seem a bit odd
Trying times came and left me solo
Fertilizer for their friendship to grow
Reunited and feels so good
But things feel a bit different than they should
So many holes have developed in the past
Events I've missed from the line that I cast
Reminiscing of memories that don't involve me
I wish we remained the inseparable three
I try and pretend that it doesn't sting
When I find that I've missed most everything
But the truth is I'm scarred
My heart, charred
My presence to them, held little regard
It feels like a limbo
I'll never get that low
A bridge I won't cross and a place I won't go
Should I keep it inside
The nights that I cried
For the sake of my pride
Or admit I was lost
And the depth of it's cost
How I felt disposable, easy to toss
I was the glue that brought us together
They watched as I floated astray like a feather
Their lives moved on and left me behind
While depression and regret consumed my mind
But now they returned, just like that
I happily received at the drop of a hat
I wish I could free these memories of abandon
And be as honest and strong as the ground I'm standing
One thing's for sure
My intentions are pure
If nothing else, I'm more mature
two people together
they are so much alike
they like the same kind of things
like swimming or riding a bike
they share a closeness that's so special
and rare
when they out together others carn't help but look and stare
they fit together so well
they go together hand in hand
a quote that was once hard to understand
as people see their closeness
they agree and beging to nod
they just like two peas in a pod.
Black-Eyed Peas for New Year’s Meal
Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas
I’m going to freeze
If I don’t eat Black-eyed peas
On New Year’s Day
Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas
Gee Whiz please!
Gotta have those Black-eyed peas
Mammy and Pappy always
Said, “Eat Black-eyed peas
And you will have plenty of monies
The rest of the year and live in ease.”
Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas
Play a little ditty while cooking those
Black-eyed peas
Cook them with bacon, or ham bones
Fatback or hog jowls
Serve with a
Side of collard, turnip, or mustard greens
And golden brown sweet cornbread please
Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas
Mammy and Pappy always
Said, “You can live with a little passing gas
On New Year’s Day
To enjoy having plenty of monies
The rest of the year and live in ease.”
Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas
I’m going to freeze
If I don’t eat Black-eyed peas
On New Year’s Day
12/29/2016
Stealing Peas
all summer, warm-hot and lazy,
the garden grew taller, so much taller
than me. wondered where it came from
all that green life.
I helped papa plant the seeds
my finger deep into the brown
cool soil it smelled like safety,
home. it tasted like strength.
seeds are so tiny how does it fit?
but no matter, good things were
appearing all over the plot
tomatoes so red and bursting
the beginnings of corn cobs
beans, green ones, yellow ones
and peas oh… fat and
round and sweet, irresistible.
I hid behind stalks and vines
and stuffed my face with glorious peas
filling my pockets, with the empty shells,
for later,
hidden inside the compost heap.
you met each other at turning points in your lives
many would call that destiny
you'd found out you both had so much in common
you then entered into matrimony
you were both from modest means
but the most important thing
is that you both had a shared love for God
on one accord like two peas in a pod
after leaving college you both went to work
an assumed leadership in a southern baptist church
but that was not the end of the story
because for you both continued to God the glory
one day you were blessed with a cute little baby
you called her Angel for she was a perfect little lady
then the Lord told you to pick up your staff and rod
for He had a new mission for His two peas in a pod
God sent you a vision He sent you a dream
you then received a request from a church named Berean
you were compelled to venture forth
the voice of the Lord told you both to go north
and upon following God's appointing
you both received another blessed anointing
the Lord gifted you with another precious baby girl
whom you proceeded to name Ariel
and now with your family situation complete
there would be other challenges for you both to meet
and as long as you both continue to honor and love the Lord God
He will be the strongest vine for His two peas in a pod
A newly-wed couple entered a coffee shop
Spent an hour to relax
Having a different nationality with something to drop
Green peas after wedding, they sprinkled everywhere without flax
A sign of good luck, they said
For each and everyone still unwed.
Seated inside the said coffee shop
I was euphoric with my cup
Two green peas on my head
Dropped in my tea of jade
One green pea floats
The other one vanished and bloats
Stirring my tea so hot
With a spoon smokes like a pot
Looking at the two peas
After laying on a saucer dish
Drenched and colored in bees
Marred like fallen trees
Inside of these peas
Are messages that mease
Each one dried in peace
And left a mark of cheese.
"Smile each day,
don't let the storm murk the day!
A pea each day,
peace of mind I pray!"
(Prosebite)
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 the same, despite how little I ate.
Today I’m cooking something different to tempt my appetite that is dead.
I’m cooking Southern style, with black-eyed peas, ham, and cornbread.
I thank God every morning we have met
for the fun we have doesn't have a price
and the love we have we'll never forget
we both love sweet and sour chicken with rice
It is true we are two peas in a pod
and we both know that life is never fair
and we don’t share the same belief of God
Having you in my life brought it some flair
I’m almost a decade older than you
I know now age does make a difference
I know my love for you is always true
Maybe someday we’ll have that picket fence
This is much more than a marriage my wife
This is the greatest adventure of life
I saw a family of killer whales
In the Irish Sea
South-East of Wales .
With radar fins and splashing tails
Giant masters of the sea .
Free Willie's dream was Hollywood
He made a splash
And that was good
But then again , we knew he could
But , no Oscar-winner , he .
The family group , all had names
There was Jonah , Jerry
Jess and James
Zoe , Chloe and Sue were dames
And Bono swam like God .
Bertha and Babs with flashing eyes
Jack and Jill could synchronize
With Pete and Paul , we could sympathize
The only " 2 P's in the Pod " ..