Cornmeal Poems - Poems about Cornmeal

...If sunrise sat on a dish- should this be your wish- hope for golden dough, mellow spheres of cooked cornmeal sunk in okra slosh tomato skies......

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...I walk briskly on the pathway of truth Searching desperately for my youth I want to know how I got here For some people act as if they don’t care The light from the sun burns deeply in the Groun......

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...Like snowflakes, no two stars are alike, despite their myriad declension, to minuscule pin-pricks in sky above. Unlike the sameness of sand-grains scattered willy-nilly on a beach, that no one ......

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...Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I p......

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...Reality is rising out of the earth, mixing water with dirt, the children are playing in the mud from morning until sun down and the crisis in the street have disrupted the long awaited peace, and I p......

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...My Darn Musisk She wanted her family to have food throughout the month. She said often we run out: but feel there is something I can do to help remedy the problem She Knew that substituting meat......

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...Growing up in Podunk Missouri, meant that we had the freedom to roam. Up and down rivers and wooded hills, those places that we called home. Picked berries, peaches, plums, and cherries, and a......

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...my daddy loved corn meal mush mommy didn’t, she had eaten too much of it during the depression of the thirties I watched him cook it because I loved daddy he gave me a taste with butter and m......

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...Oh the Hell with it It’s a Holiday David J Walker Knowing that I am going On a diet but that Fat or slim I will die anyway But try not to stray Into the fast foods And savory f......

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...I am rooting for Snidely Whiplash Tie up sweet Nell and give her a gnash. Silly Dudley Do-Right Simply isn’t that bright. Snidely, turn him into cornmeal mash. Good villain, it is your turn to......

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...I wanted to write The best slavery poem ever written— Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. I had every intention of conforming To the standards Of modern verse and composition, Lyrics f......

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...AT THREE O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING trucks toil the city’s streets, a minuet of practiced precision, to the pulsating rhythm, to the incessant beat. they parade and pause, they roll-on. s......

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...oiled cast iron black preheating pan in oven — weevils in cornmeal 10/13/2020......

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...Cat food in the kitchen Bird seed down the hall Dog food on the back porch Giraffe food against the wall We live in a zoo, a menagerie With opossums and one snake There is no place I would ra......

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...The feet of twenty cousins were trampling and pounding the floor As my Aunt Pearl's house trembled and suddenly became smaller. We were racing with the games of 'who could find who' behind the door......

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