Best Pone Poems
El bosque está tranquilo
En esa lúz silenciosa de mañana
Descansadas las ojas
El otoño se pone su nuevo vestido
En una fiesta imensa de colores
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Forest in peacful rest
In this quiet morning light
Leaves are tired
Autum arises newly dressed
In a feast of living colours
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Wald in friedlicher Ruhe
In diesem stillen Morgenlicht
Die Blätter sind müde
Herbst ersteht in neuem Kleid
Im Fest lebendiger Farben
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
Alguien marque el nueve once
pues mi corazón a recibido una sobre dosis
de un amor adulterado que ahora lo ha dejado
más atarantado que un balabarista en un alambrado
valgame Dios pues fue una simple voz
que le causo a mi corazón esta tremenda convulsión
la nena era lista bien vista en la pista
pero a solas se comportaba como nena de revista
dando el numero como preparando entrevista
y por atencion a cualquiera le quitaba la camisa
vaya esto se que causa tremenda risa
ahora en mi barrio no falta quien la pisa
ella es como la brisa que llega y se va de prisa
y si vuelve es solo pa' dejartela una vez mas liza
pero no se llama lisa mucho menos melissa
y su nombre es como un domingo de misa
va y se presenta y se pone su ceniza
por fuera hace el show y por dentro sigue siendo una canija
tiena el alma hueca como una vasija
quien lo fuera imaginado que me resultara una tremenda avispa!!!
When we made a call it cost a thin dime
We had no paramedics or fancy defibrillators
We had no microwaves or food in a box
We had no trash-compactor or garbage disposal
We had no gas lawnmower or battery powered saw
Our food did not have a shelf life of 5 years
Our shoes were made in America and lasted 3 years
Our 911 was dial O-operator and no maps on our phone
Our bikes took us every where not or mom and dads
Our street light came on and we ran home
We had respect for our elders and listen to what they said
We mowed lawns to make money not ask mom and dad
We built things from nothing with our own two hands
We use to go steady instead of hoping into bed
We used our imaginations to find things to do
Our lights would turn off buy using a switch not talk into a machine
We used a paper map to find our way that was always turned around
If we needed to call someone we would find a pay phone
We knew pone numbers by heart that was our memory, not 5 gigs
We talked face to face not into some machine that has no meaning
These gadgets you use makes you lazy and dumber not smarter
Now these machines are smarter then you.
Theme: That was then and this is now
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date created: 01/21/2019
Mountains glow like amber
As being lit by an eternal fire
The sun sets slowly
Andean peaks embedded in clouds
Shadows spread on ancient sands
Berge glühen wie Bernstein
Wie durch ein ewiges Feuer entfacht
Die Sonne geht langsam unter
Anden Gipfel eingebettet in Wolken
Schatten ergießen sich auf altem Sand
Las montañas brillan igual al ámbar
Como encendido por un fuego eterno
El sol se pone despacito
Picos de Andes empotrados en nubes
Las sombras se desaguan en antigua arena
Hailed through the ages as the staff of life,
It takes many forms in each town and fief.
There's white bread and brown bread, biscuits and scones,
And hoe cakes and muffins, crescents and corn pone.
When setting a table, with china, replete,
Without buns or rolls it's just not complete.
The main dish is scrumptious, the side dishes fine,
But the meal is a bust without bread of some kind;
And when a young man is seeking a wife,
If she can't make a biscuit there's gonna be strife;
So when it's all finished and all's done and said,
Please pass the biscuits, it ain't supper 'thout bread.
My Lonely years.
Always on the outsie looing in
Deemed to fail before I’d begin
Alone in my plarstic bubble
I’d face a new mountain every day
Took to heart everything people would say
The prison whereI dwelt had an open door
Fear and doubt struck me to the core
Lost in my lonely years
Broken hearted I cried an ocean of iternal tears
The mirror my nemisis that controlled me
I couldn’t see what others could see
Standing upon the preferfice of a deep gorge
Swaying in the wi nd
Couldn’t take anymore.
My struggle took me to dark places I didn’t want to go
Where the biting cursing wind would blow
So many wasted years gone by
Life was an endless nightmare
Unbarable
And all I wanted to do was die.
That was now so many ears ago
I’ve been through hell
A place no one should go
I climbed those moutains
Ans eventualy saw the view
It took a very long trme
And how I struggled
But I begain to see the sun though the mist
Now I’m on a roler coaster
Pone of meloncony and one of bliss.
Although I’ve come so far
My lonel years haunt me and lrfy their scat
Although I don’r dewll on those times
It’s always there in the dark reseses of my mind
Haunting my dreams
No one could understand the places that I’ve been.
Writing and exoressing mseff has been my therapy
My life my mistress unraveling the mystery
The jigswa is almost compleare
Although pieces still avade me
At last I’m free.
Peter Dome.Copyright. 2015,Dec.
Frothy exhaust curdles the Lumpkin
pumpkin
Hard Cider breath exudes from
every male bumpkin
Screamin kids Crab apples into
melted taffy dunkin
Uncle Leroy's flabby ass into
shredded bale sunken
Aunt Polly on the sagging porch
swing drunken
Cousin Marie on sawdust kitchen
floor corn husks shuckin
Baby Liza in corn pone crib goat's
milk from RC botttle suckin
One-eyed Grandpa Moses up at
Bear Cove spelunkin
Señor Che, ¿duerme?
No, Paco. Pero dime que pasa
O, Dios... Nada!
Pasa que pasa, compañero. Habla!
Cuenta el dolor que cada
El dia pasada lo pone en las noches
Habla...
Señor, tengo un sueño en mi almohada
Pero un sueño tan estraño
Porque mi almohada
Es llena con el cuarzo
De la arena fina
De Orthents de Sierra Nevada
Vamos a comer nuestras bocas
Vamos a beber el agua de las estrellas
Vamos a mendigar en la Vía Láctea
Vamos a dormir por siempre
Da igual
Tuve un sueño estraño
Ya no lo se si es de buena suerte
U mal
Cry, baby, cry
For both of us know the reason why
Cry, baby, cry
Cause I'm coming
Oh, yes, I'm coming
I'm coming to you
I'll be back home tonight
No hay ni mar ni rio
No hay ningun océano
No hay nada de nada
Solo la arena en mi almohada
Mi padron, por favor, reza al Dios
Pasa que pasa, pero, amigos mios,
Tenenemos que cambiar
Nuesto camino. Este lugar nos ofrece nada
Y ademas, mira el cielo, gran hermano del mar
Los ambos dicen: Vaya con Dios, Paco!
Este mundo no mererce
Ni tu sueño ni tu sangre
Aquí o allí no hay nada mas para luchar
Llora, mi amor, llora
Moja con tus lágrimas la tierra
Un mar ya va a nascer
Entre mi desierto y nuestro lugar
Llora, mi amor, llora...
Esta noche llego en tus brazos
Y nunca mas no vas a llorar
When the steam rises in the morn,
sun hot on body like reading ****,
salt cakes on skin that drips and stinks,
it's time to eat fresh crops of corn.
Humid air chokes breath with fire,
journeys plague--the need to pump tires,
the search for shade goes unspoken,
just plop down, read what's on the wire.
Blossoms sag heavy with pollen.
Animals huddle to back pen.
Mint's refreshment settles sad mind
over ice splashed with gin in den.
Day to day drags heavy on bones.
Salt taken with ham and corn pone.
All is slaked by the mental dream
take cash, run away, don't mind loans.
Cool sea splashes and bared bodies
are as soul good as hot toddies.
Climb aboard your board, sole captain.
Surf's cool free as winning lottery.
9/12/2018
Urban legend now bared to the bone
Yet its trademark can no larger store clone
No glossy signs, spacious lots fealty to hone
But in colloquial parlance a tradition has grown
Larger Discount stores with dignity stand alone
Corner grocery, its squalid tenement doth bemoan
Manicured plots, concentric lots posh boutiques tone
Corner mart encased in fragile clapboards; skyscrapers of stone
Dilapidated phone booth anchors the curbstone
Squeaky door, bristling bell on entry doth groan
Large retailers, in furnished bakeries bake cakes, fancy scones
Mom and Pop, in one-stove kitchens; yeast rolls, cornbread pone
Serious browsers in large retailers with oversize carts spendthrift prone
At corner store, single-minded shoppers poach sustenance, then are gone
Large franchise with hefty profits and in fertile market sown
Corner grocer in depressed neighborhood; indebted to Savings & Loan
The cock of day crow over johncrow mountain
Sun come bright
Like Jane and Louise shine eye girl
And light
Just drop from heaven like ripe breadfruit
I pull the darkness from my eyes
And look and see only one thing on my mind
Always like bulla cake and pear
Always like coconut run-down and corn dumpling
Always like bammy, fish and irishmoss
My heart hungry like a jackass groan
I love you ackee and slatfish
The culture like a hook in human flesh
Making genes only the limit of the mesh
I love you sweet potato pone,
Lord, I cry for a kiss, oxygen from a wish
You indelible in my head like a Christmas dish
But I groaning for something different
Something that no cock can crow away
Something the same night and day
Something smooth as otaheite apple juice
Tart as pineapple and sweet
It is my custard apple memory
A tropic fire in my bones
A writing I can't rub out
Indelible thoughts of you
Like cock crow clocking in my brain
A dream swimming in the delirum of pain
I love you like swallow love the rain
And here I am waiting for you
Long morning light
Here I am longing for you
To come online
And as the time goes away
The pain grow big like root
Dig up my bowels with wondering
Lean me on the crutch of constant praying
Indelible you
Indelible pain
Indelible prayer
Indelible love remain
neighbor Maggie hear a noise
last night outside the window
she see two man in the yard
they stealing she ripe mangoes
so she call the police
he say we eh have no jeep
call back tomorrow
‘right now ah going to sleep
but she didn't know one of the man
was her own son rammet
he thieving the mango to sell
for money to buy cigarette
so she husband pelt some big stone
and one of them fled
when he see its his son rammet
he hit him one tap on his head
do you know a story like this
if the answer is yes
well my good friend
that is a little trini commess
sandrin buy new certains
she decorating for christmas
she say people jealous she
because she have ah color tv first
rookmin living next door
sandrin husband boysie does tackle she
he say if he was ah bee
he know where to find the honey
rookmin don't like the man
but he won't leave she alone
from the bakery he send she
ah sweet drink and cassava pone
when she gone to tell he wife
sandrin say my man ah want you
you thin like ah jarkie
and your face like ah manicoo
boysie come out side
he say woman why you lying on me
when i washing my toyota
i see how you was watching my body
sandrin gyul they all jealous you
you have the best shape in the place
from all the way up charlie village
straight down to poonam trace
boy the man lie and get away
by the skin of he teeth
the next day he giving rookmin
sweet eye in 2nd street
do all trini woman know a man like this
if the answer is yes
well my good friends
welcome to a little trini commess
Commess is just a case of confusion
Or sometimes a mischievous mood
That affects every one in Trinidad
A simple misunderstanding or stupid attitude
CHANGE YOUR NAME, CHANGE YOUR LUCK
There once was a chicken who had no luck
No matter how she tried she couldn't cluck
Brunhilde, her name
To Donald, she changed
Now she's a chicken who quacks like a duck
IN HIS SOUP WAS A FLY
There was a poor man, in his soup was a fly
He just couldn't get that fly to go bye
Turned his bowl upside down
The fly spilled to the ground
Now the soup is too cold, the poor man cried
HE DID NOTHING BUT YAMMER
Pam had a husband named Peter Hammer
All day long he did nothing but yammer
Into his corn pone
She put little stones
He talks less, but when he does, he stammers
We are living organisms
We human 's are living organisms
We are no great
We are no God
We are just a living organism
We are here to live
We are here to breathe
We are to be burried in the earth
We are gone be a part of nature
We are living organism
We might touch the sky
We might be inside the deep oceans
Still, we live
No great we have done, we live
We have no access to post pone our death
We are going to leave this nature
We are living organisms
We live in this nature
Heart attack might hit you
Cardiac arrest might concquer your life
We have no intimation of death
We are just a living organisms
Live the life, love the life
Live and let live others...