Best Soul Food Poems
Bagels and baguettes
Bap or fried bake,
The fruits of the flour
are easy to make
Chollah, chapatti,
Cinnamon bun.
These global delights,
make eating such fun.
Filled with Caribbean sweet meat
like Guava jam,
Scottish smoked salmon;
Or Danish roast ham.
Add a fresh fruit salad,
Some sparkling wine,
A candle, red roses and
you’re ready to dine.
Joanna Davis
Otis was once a monk
who took no vows, was
free to leave the abbey
and eventually he did.
I met him over chicken wings
at Sadie's Soul Food Grill.
For almost 20 years
every spring and summer
Otis labored in the fields
raising vegetables
and crops of every kind.
In fall and winter he
would gather leaves and
plow the snow, wheel
ancient monks up and down
the endless silent halls.
He loved his work
because he liked to help
anyone in need.
I asked Otis why he left.
He said because at first
he thought life was a burp
somewhere in eternity.
He still believes that but
wants to hear the burp
before he’s in eternity.
Otis likes the chicken wings
at Sadie’s Soul Food Grill,
especially the real hot ones.
He ate chicken at the abbey
but nothing like the wings
at Sadie's Soul Food Grill.
A real treat before eternity.
Donal Mahoney
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
Some days music is the only thing in life that makes sense.
...if it doesn't speak to your soul you simply change the song.
Laughter is food for the soul
So crack a smile
And fill up!
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
The taste of passion drips down a paintbrush,
Stroke after stroke with emotion in each drop.
A story told without words,
Is one to be ravished.
Can you feel it?
The change of heart within each pigment.
Fighting between love and hate,
Deciphering the symbols against a stigma.
Do not question creativity.
Question what makes you creative,
Then chase it.
Soul Food
By: Shaneika Cooper
It didn’t miss me, it came one hot day when mother nature woke me up
Two ham hocks on the side, one big plate of dressing sticking out in the back
Yeah, I got about three extra helpings when all the other girls got one
Mama laughing and telling me I was growing
While daddy stood in the shadows praying no one noticed
Boys would stare, thinking I’m older and one of those experienced ones
But I was a child, sweet and innocent, not ready for lust to come in
Clothes fit me tight, showing off the extra helpings
Kids teased me, cause I was a little “thick” around the middle
Constant assumptions of where it all came from cause mama was flat and
shaped like a keg
Constant rumors and discrimination when I was the one hurting
I was the one ashamed of the extra baggage and didn’t know how to accept it
I was the victim….
But one day, an angel, a savior, walked into my life and told me to accept it
To love it, cause I was one of the lucky ones
To hold it, cherish it, and present it well
To come to the realization that this doesn’t define me, and will never define me
because I’m the warrior
The true victor, the prizewinner
The beautiful heart and smile that will be rewarded someday with hope
And strength
Soul food.
It held me, made me
That cornbread, them collards, that macaroni
Can I have a second helping?
I thank you, God,
For morning tea
and butter buns,
oven fresh.
They satisfy
my body, Lord,
But I am more
than flesh.
Fill me with
Your Holy Spirit,
and quench my
thirsty Soul,
with nectar from
Your fruit tree, Lord,
My heart's Your
hallow bowl.
SOUL FOOD RESTAURANT
When you visit your favorite soul food spot,
Along with your faithful friends,
What you'll eat any given day,
On your tastes it all depends.
The selections are quite varied
And the menu might read like this:
For breakfast Country Ham and Eggs,
With biscuits and cheese grits,
For Lunch : Neckbones, Catfish,
Smothered Chicken,
Pork Chops and Pigs Feet.
Everything looks so delicious,
And these are just the meats.
The vegetables you might enjoy,
include greens, squash, and black-eyed peas;
Or you might want fried corn and pinto beans,
Along with macaroni and cheese.
What ever it is that you decide,
It's sure to hit the spot,
It'll come to your booth,
Fresh and piping hot.
Be prepared to sit a spell,
Cause you won't want to move;
For you will have dined most sumptuously,
As your clean plate will prove.
2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia- A Life in Poems
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some don't know
its food that show
it have a tone
some or neck bones
some or rices
it taste nice
and mean greens
lima bean
and more
all this is cool
WHAT WE CALL SOUL FOOD
The Big Easy called to me
Packed my bag and went to see
New Orleans a place to eat
Took a stroll down Bourbon Street.
Summer night a sound of jazz
I'm bopping along full of sass
Hearing syncopated blues
Music followed to rendezvous.
Have a date to eat soul food
Hungry and thirsty in the mood
The Big Easy helped me unwind
Shrimp gumbo tasting mighty fine.
A dash of salt
I'll add that to the mix
stimulate my senses to
search.
My soul becomes apart of it
into the crevices of eat bite you take
savour my savoury dishes
sample my sweets.
All of me you devour
I watch you
expression your sensations
I smile in satisfaction
reactions to my liking
A pinch of this
a 'tuups' of that
an abundance of me
in that menu you see.
Fish fresh from the ocean bed
Seven love -spiced rolls
Dripping with honeyed blessings
the ultimate feast
A heavenly treat
Praise Him _ now
Eat,.
Mark Chapter 8 Verses 4-7
GUESS AM OLD FASHION TOO
I TELL YOU
I LOVE HAM HOP
PORK CHOP
COLLARD GREENS
BUTTER BEANS
PUT MY MIND AT EASE
BLACK EYES PEAS
AND FORGET RICES
ALL NICE AND COOL
I LOVE
SOUL FOOD