Best Restrooms Poems

When we think of traveling we most often think of going from one location to another. That’s good but I sometimes like to return in...

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We are people of color
prideful
beautiful of color
but we are viewed as athletes
rappers and 
singers
eventhough we have one of us
in the white house we are still
viewed...

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Oh, the memories of school days from the past,
Those high school days I will never forget;
Happy to recall those gym dances, oh what a blast...

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My Most Embarrassing Moment?

Twice I’ve entered freeways
On the ramps meant just for exits.
Lordy!  How embarrassing is that?
Except nobody knew me
And with little difficulty
I remedied...

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Reminiscent of the America I Knew

Seventy years have come and gone as though
 it was a watch in the night, 
and if we would choose...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
...

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The only good politician
is a dead one.
They are the root of rebellion
with their fabricating forked tongues;
This should not imply they be killed
Hell no! Karma will...

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the good old days
blacks lining up for restrooms
always in back
buses, trains, movie houses--all
but please spend your money here...

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Stopped for lunch on our way home from Philly.
All visited restrooms and didn’t dilly.
After consuming our lunch, 
in preparation for a long drive,
He, again, dashed...

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Potty Parity

I sadly think when I have to go badly
that perhaps it’s petty, but were I a man
then I would already be in the can!
When...

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Juneteenth


June...back in nineteen-fifty eight, just sixty years ago,

Unknown to me, nine hundred miles away in the mid-South,

Never did I think of anything that would foreshadow...

Equal...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Freedom
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2013


I grew up 
in the 
south,
where
spanish
moss 
hanged
heavy 
from 
oak tree's -

Where
hound dogs 
roamed 
dirt roads
tracking
down
a race
of  people,....

Black people,
America
said
were free -

We were 
not free -

America,
was 
"Segregated
America,"

Whites
on one side
and
Blacks
on the...

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Political Quirks
Political Quirks
why must we vote for
Political Jerks,

They say what you want
just for your vote,
can't we throw the lot of them
into a mote,

Political Quirks
Political Quirks
watch...

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They poison the sheep,
Believing wolves can’t die.

Death is indiscriminate!

They can’t see it,
Their new genesis,
Feeding on the withered bodies
Of bleating sheep,
Engendered in the putrid froth,
Dripping from...

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The Restaurant Health Inspection

By Elton Camp

For the manager of the Greasy Spoon
The health inspector came too soon

The employees heard him say, “Eek!”
Then, “You aren’t due...

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