Collards Poems | Examples

Wear are You

You ask me what am I wearing
A heart full of hazel hope
A silver spirit daring and cherry caring
My mind is not blind to green ghosts I’m carrying
For teal time has designs of destiny I’m ferrying

I wear ribbons in my hair
The colors are significantly there
One purple for my lupus flare
Three pink for breast cancer share

One black for the fact Black Lives Matter
Brown for ancestors whose prayers are scattered
To the four winds despite sins of slavery
The brown ribbon given is one most dear to me

Red for ed as education is a neon need
Green as in collards for scholars to feed
Our kids in school all need to eat
Stop playing the fool make meals free

Blue for the souls battling mental illnesses 
For many the truth is a battle with brilliance 
Yellow for the mellowed heart of the missing
Orange for the natives and the real thanksgiving 

White is for the lives of victims of drunk drivers 
Lime is for all who serve and what they died for
Peach is for peace I hope the world will know
Clear is for you dear and whatever burdens your soul 

I wear these ribbons like sky wears rainbow
I pray that we find our path no matter where we go

Cornbread

Collards cornbread piled
On pretty plastic plate
Red eye grits with cheese for taste
Nice slice of sweet potato cake
Black eyed peas good to me
Really did pass on the pigs feet
Entire brown biscuit with molasses 
All soul food fed the masses
Dig in enjoy with tea in glasses

I Love Bbq

Where I come from 
there are two 
kinds of BBQ
so it’s your choice 
for an authentic meal

Sweet and tangy 
Vinegar that’s sharp
believe me 
you can tell them 
both apart

A giant glass
of the sweetest iced tea
ever made

Coleslaw by the bucketful
baked beans to tantalize
hope your stomach 
is bigger than your eyes

Cornbread by the panful
smeared with butter
that will roll down off your chin
wipe it off and then begin again

Collards by the score
oh good gracious 
who could ask for more

Make sure you’ve 
got a roll of paper towels 
because you eat the ribs
with fingers
that get sticky by the sauce

Then if you’ve have room
top it off with a bowl of banana pudding
the kind made in the South

Kale

by Wayne Wysocki

I'm eating kale to slim my waist
Lord knows it's not because of taste
It took some while to appreciate
The leafy green I love to hate

The fibrous queen of super foods
Can satisfy nutrition prudes,
And comes in leafy shapes galore:
Curly, Tuscan, dinosaur

For variation I can gnaw
This crucifer sautéed or raw,
Just as is, or baked as chips,
A smoothie blend to please my lips

But having said all that, I'll add
Too much of anything is bad,
And I've been craving, as of late,
A change of greens to grace my plate

I now peruse the produce aisle
To find the foods that make me smile
It's time to choose my next big thing
Like watercress or collards green

I'll greet my new nutrition trend
And say goodbye to you, old friend
Kale, we've had a lovely run,
But now my time with you is done.

Crumbled Leaves of Fall

I CRUMBLED YOUR LEAVES
WITH GLOVED HANDS
AND MIXED THE RESIDUE WITH SAND
I PLANTED MY COLLARDS AND KALE
MY TURNIPS AND HORSRADISHES
SOME WERE IN THE PALE
I CRUMBLED YOUR PRETTY LEAVES
SO THAT THEY MIGHT NURISH MY PLANTS
COMPSOE IN THESE SANDS
FOOD FOR MY PLANTS!

Partenza Represa - Birds In My Garden

PARTENZA REPRESA
POETRY
-
THE BIRDS IN MY GARDEN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The birds in my garden, seasons decide.
Seasons decide. Hardened species abide,
Species abide, like sparrows, all seasons.
All seasons why? My alarm, good reasons.

A Robbin, probably more, who can tell?
More, who can tell? Together could be hell!
Could be hell! Well they'll battle, unless mates,
Unless mates, probably death, it equates!

Robins, all year round, Goldfinches late Spring.
Goldfinches late Spring, a pair had a fling.
A pair had a fling, sad, got molested!
Got molested, found by cats, expected!

Blue and Great **** Winter, late Spring, Hedge Sparrow,
late Spring, Hedge Sparrow, long after the snow.
Long after the snow, a Jackdaw or two.
Jackdaw or two, hinterland corvids, nice view.

Blue and Great **** Winter, late Spring,	Hedge Sparrow
Black	Birds, nesting Collards in pine pollards.
Starlings at a bollards	birdbath drinking.
Birdbath drinking, more birds this year singing

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Tribute To Collards

TRIBUTE TO COLLARDS

Great green globs
Grimy messy mound
Never finer found
Smack, drool, sniff
Knife, plate, spoon
Taste, savor, share
Stuff, sweet, sleep


7 March 2018
For the contest sponsored by Edward McCall

Burnt Molasses

Ice cream and water
Why, even bother
Cinnamon peanut, butter
Fresh churn collards
what is the purpose of man
Cooking in saucepans
On the stoves and. . .
candy under the iron
flavored running water, (nobody's trying)
who'd taught us?
taught us
Spring not a well
Floured fishes
Like golden fishes
Pepperidge Farm Goldfish
wHo placed the Carmel on the stove to long
Cause it burn, it's burn
Carmel left on the stove
what do you mean you didn't know
Honey Hut Cheerio's, Sugar Pop's oh! I meant Smacks
who'd taught us?
taught us
Spring not a well
Floured fishes
Like golden fishes
Pepperidge Farm Goldfish
Raisin Bran, Captain Crunch
Ice meltdown to water on the back porch
I didn't even call yo warm turn to boil
Faded brown orange tan sugar syrup
Leaves me with 
without ashes. . .
 Burnt Molasses

04/3/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Dustbowl Breakdown

I got wed in twenty-two.
Took this place with mortgage, new.

Built a fence around my land,
plowed that grass with my own bare hands.

Planted collards, corn and beans.
Prettiest spread you ever seen.

Rain don’t come, it leaves you dry,
Underneath that big old sky.

Got no river, ain’t no rain,
lonely here on the great dry plain.

Nature’s older, bigger’n me.
You can’t cheat her, no sirree.

Twenty acres turned to dust,
my new tractor, gathering rust.

Wind blew down from Cimarron there,
big black dirt all in the air.

Ain’t no beans or collards now,
ain’t no nothing left to plow.

Heading out for Monterrey,
nothing here to make us stay.

Windmill, tractor, homestead, plow:
wind and dust can have ‘em now.

Thanksgiving

A holiday that's not the same
Grandma and grandpa held the family together
The family is scattered 
Nobody call each other
12 siblings but yet so distant

No more family get together
Nobody bring a dish or two
No family travel to see each other
All there is strife, jealousy, backbiting
And gossip

Granny I miss your dressing 
How you made it from scratch
Your collards greens you smell them a block away
Macaroni and cheese how moist it was 
I miss you, I miss you so much
I miss doing your hair after you cook

Grandpa I miss your peach cobbler
how the crust melt in your mouth 
I miss you calling me fat mama
I miss your wisdom stories
Your knowledge 
Your strength

I remember our last reunion
Guess that's what memories are for
You’ll never forget them
When the roots died 
The whole tree died 
With thanksgiving

The Supper Table

The Supper Table
by D.A. Brooks

Steam rising, sifting through
   The kitchen air that we once knew.
Collards, peas and sweet iced tea,
   Hoping they'd save some for me.

Sliced tomatoes, juicy red
   Triangle cuts of hot cornbread
The smells from days so long ago
   Still linger in my head you know.

Golden chicken, crispy fried
   Countless veggies on the side
Knowing if we cleaned our plate
   Our prize a slice of caramel cake.

The nine of us sat 'round each day
   Waiting for a prayer to say
Then mannerly, we'd pass each dish
   "A leg for me" was what I wished.

Now years have passed the four of us
   Can fellowship and oft' discuss
Those simple times, those happy times
   Those Momma, Daddy, Aunt Ruby times.

Now loud and laughing, fam'ly fables,
   Around that supper table.

Collard Greens

It's hard to find good collard greens
Where I live in New York.
You'll rarely find them hanging
Off a New York restaurant fork.

But I'm in Carolina now
So everywhere you look,
Some barbecue is being prepped
To very slowly cook.

Tonight I got to sample some
And you know what that means -
Along with my pulled pork there was
A heap of collard greens.

I savored every bite because
Tomorrow I'll be home.
The only collards there will be
Those mentioned in my poem.

We Need To Eat

we need to eat veggies
cruciferous cabbage cauliflower
brocoli brussel sprouts
collards kale kohlrabi
cancer away
we need to excrete then
anger wrath hatred
jealousy judgement gossip
cancer away
we need to eat 
beet tomato tomatillo
leek garlic onion guard
bitter and artichoke lettuce
let us excrete purge
accumulation possession greed
segregation fornication discrImination
life is beautiful

Green

Green is the grass that grows in spring
The new leaves of the trees
And of course emeralds are green too…

What a lovely bounty this rustic scene
In the harvesting place where farmers glean
There people have planted corn and beans.

Pears are sweet straight from the trees
Granny smith apples and the best are yet;
The mint from the garden for jellies and tea
Mmm so delicious to me

I love the feel of soft green lace
On my sea spray gown
The crisp leaves of collards
Sprouting from the ground,
so springy is the feel of string beans ~

Oh, green can make you feel brand new, 
Jealous green can get you in trouble too;
Most of all, green is the color of life so true.

Good Luck Meal

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                                                      Noon Meal
                                               Soft blackeyed peas
                                      Collard greens chopped real fine
                               Pork boiled baked or fried, corn bread jive
                                                      Good luck
                                                       
                                                      Meaning
                                             Soft blackeyed peas
                                         Equals the pennies made
                                 Collards equals dollars one makes
                                                     Eat much

Sponsor: Russel Sivery
Contest: Good Luck Meal

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