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Premium Member So That's Why All the Bad Luck Lately

"Eat poor that day, eat rich the rest of the year.  
  Rice for riches and peas for peace."
- Southern saying on eating a dish of Hoppin' John on New Year's Day.


The first of twelve grapes eaten
quickly at midnight was sour.
January will be bad.
Better eat one more!

Collard greens I despise are
folded large bills on my plate.
Legumes represent mere coins.
I’ll eat tons of beans!

Pigs push forward; chickens don’t.
Hating pork, I can’t progress.
Eating noodles for long life -
Oops, my noodle broke!

Fish and round foods give good luck.
I don’t eat fish. No matter.
I might find the lucky prize
in the New Year’s cake.

Note: Mentioned in this poem were some of the more common
foods of the New Year dinner and the traditions surrounding them.

For Russell Sivey's Good Luck Meal Contest
Form: Dodoitsu


Premium Member Zydeco House Party

The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators 
And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests 
Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail
Of a sultry midsummer house party in Sweat Neck, Louisiana.
All the usual suspects are there. Sharkskin Slim doffs his topper
To Ruby and Rose - the Harlequin Twins. They curtsy in reply.
They came to town to show local folks how business gets done.
Fast Man is fresh from stabbing Satan in the back; same as before.
Snorkel-nose Nelson lays his blackjack on the table.
Pelican-neck LeBeau considers the odds and spits.
A honeysuckle breeze wafts across the terrace. 
Eucalyptus, peppermint, and pine tar grace the veranda 
Where Miss Bunny Bouche, in her famous lavender velour, 
Garners attention from spy boys eying Cajun temptations 
With considerably hardened intentions. Several teamsters 
Just in from Shreveport dance lively while a claw hammer fiddler 
Plays Tee Nah Nah. Essential words are suggested in the space 
Between the jug and the mason jar. They speak of collard green 
Creole rice served with crayfish in roux étouffée. The snap beans 
Are sure enough salted. The shrimp gumbo is suitably spiced.
Sad Hannah sits off in the corner, her motives transparent 
As parish politics. She’s been rumored to have dabbled 
In arson crafts she’d learned at Magdalena’s Den of Sin,
But no one ever really pays her much mind.
She’s been deliberating the consequence of a life not lived,
And sees a glimmer of hope in the eye of a hurricane lamp.
Her chance of escaping obscurity erupts through the hall.
So now, it’s last call and damn it all, take a left at the crossroads, 
And be sure to turn your mattress over when it’s time to climb downstairs. 
And as for Hannah, sad Hannah, well, it’s either up Ladder Lane 
Then down Hemp Alley, or else it’s just a lonely walk home.

Premium Member Thanksgiving Day

I love hanging around family and friends
on Thanksgiving Day.
And the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade on
the tv.
The amazing aromas of the food just fill the
air.
The table is sat, The golden Turkey, stuffing, gravy, Ham, Mac and Cheese, Collard Greens, Dinner rolls, Cranberry sauce, Cakes, Sweet
Potato Pies and assorted drinks.
Then we say grace, and go around the table 
and say what we are thankful for.
But due to the pandemic of COVID-19 Thanksgiving isn’t going to be the same this 
year.
It's almost like the special day is canceled.
The government officials are suggesting that if
isn't necessary, don't travel on an airplane.
There has been a surge in new Covid 19
cases.
Families all over the world are missing their families, and tremendously.
This year has been filled with a lot of heartache and pain.
We must celebrate Thanksgiving differently this year.
Some are having zoom potlucks, creating new
ways to celebrate.
Although this year has been very bleak, there is still much to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving from me to you.





Alexis Y.
11/25/2020
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.

Check Please

Well, this is not what I expected 

I came to this smoky bar
Wednesday night 
Bourbon and sage on my palate

Jazz man testifying 
His hands play Carolina blues
And the sounds take my mind away

Until you
That is, until you walked in 
Looking like my best adventure and my worst decision 

Lavender lips revealing a smirk that says...
Damn 
What does it say?
Between this brown liquor and the curve of your thighs 
I almost forgot you had eyes

Oh yeah, I remember 
Your lips dipped in lavender say, 
Is Anyone sitting here?
I reply before I can think 
Because no one is sitting here 
And yes, I need it to be you

The stripping away of your jacket reveals
Black dress clinging to the roundness of your hips
Mocha skin
Glistening in the haze and this candlelight
Like a prompting from my ancestors
Leading me to you

Your curls like dark wisps of mahogany and onyx
High cheekbones and a frame sleek and generous at the same time
Eyes that connect with mine
And I don't know if it's serendipity or what I have in this cup
But I'm intoxicated and intrigued

We enter conversations about James Baldwin and Nina Simone
How I grew up on Wu-Tang, and you grew up on FuFu and collard greens
As you describe Powernomics and how industry should be nationalized
I'm lost in thought, curious about the taste of your inner thighs

What can I say?
I am intrigued
Aroused
And I want nothing more than to be enveloped by you
I want to feel the pulse of your heartbeat against my tongue
I want to experience the uncontrollable rising of your chest 
As I talk you through it and embrace you in aftercare

But in this moment I know it's better to be here
In this room, present 
With you
Engaged 
In conversation

You tell me about your philosophy
And how intimacy with you could bring me to my knees

Well, this is not what I expected
So, I call over to the bartender
Check please

Outdoor Shower

-----------------Outdoor Shower


                  Under ancient oaks
             golden bamboo reaches up
               full moon sweet jasmine  


           GINSU-KNIFE   EASTPORT , MAINE


     There is a beautiful Old Town in North Florida with 4 seasons.
     I havent seen snow there yet , but have heard stories.
      Way down upon a big old river, made famous in song.
     A Gulf breeze stirs up salty dreams.  Shrimps , oysters.
     Swamp cabbage and fried mullet are on the table.  Grits,
    collard greens and Mamas Cat Head biscuits. Cane syrup too.
     Sweet tea in our glasses.
     Rocking chairs await.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member My Imaginary Restaurant

'It's A Small World' Restaurant ~ Hudson Valley, New York


My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
     the food I serve is multinational;
selected dishes, tasty, lots of fun
     served in a setting that's compared to none.

The dining room's a circular design;
     the floor rotates around and walls align
with landscapes of fine countries of the world
     so diners feel the ambiance while whirled.

From USA's hamburger treats with fries
     to Ireland's rich, delicious shepherd pies,
deep-dish lasagna with Italian wine,
     and bratwurst, spaetzle Germans think divine.

Some soul food choices cooked as African
     American delights browned in the pan,
like chicken, southern fried with black-eyed peas
     and collard greens, a dish that's sure to please.

My Asian menu's served with varied teas,
     from Chinese favorites to Japanese:
Chow Mein, Dim Sum, fried rice and spring rolls too;
     Sushi, Tempura, Niku Jaga stew.

Great Britain's fish and chips, beef wellington,
     or escargot from France; all said and done,
my restaurant draws many people in
     to choose their culture's favorite at whim.

And while they dine, the music plays along
     selected part from each land's special song.
My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
     with food and spirit multinational.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: My Imaginary Restaurant
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/03/2016

Inspired by: 
Garden Grill Restaurant - Epcot, Disney World, Florida
revolves around vibrant views from Living with the Land.
                                    and
It's A Small World  - Show, The Magic Kingdom, Disney World, Florida

Premium Member COSMIC EMBRACE -:- Frida Kahlo

I dive headfirst into Masonite’s wood fibers
 compressed baked & primed
blending boundaries of life, 
lightning and death’s
cycle of pain in paint
 as a path to tranquility treading 
through inner turmoil of vibrancy 
A hummingbird in her shell breaks away 
the triaged torment 
for a moment, quietus cabaret on 
cacti untamed canvas
conveys an observer in one’s 
own collard greens
Tehuana traditional gown
from the Isthmus of Tehuantepec
ripe reds & burnt orange 

Oiled in, the gods Xolotl, 
 guard dog portrayed
Aztec god & fertility goddess
Motherly milky way
flanking figures, 
a fiery orb of the sun 
& the cool, silvery moon
dualities of balance

Fresco muralist Diego Rivera
cuddled infantile by Kahlo, 
adorns a frontal lobe’s 
opened third eye
& wears Buddha’s mouth
 apprises of oriental wisdom
both his & hers
 naïve folk art
enveloped in a cosmic 
love embrace of the universe
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
art
Form: Ekphrasis

Hank's of Milton Creek

Listen Up, all good citizens of Milton Creek
If it's a night on the town and good food you seek
Come over to Aces
With your smilin' faces
The Grand Reopening's tonight. Come, take a peek!

Milt left his Aces Hotel to the entire town
No better place for a steak house, so come on down
It's got a new name, "Hank's"
In advance I'll say, "Thanks"
It serves the finest T-bones anywhere around

Restaurant and hotel are managed by Lin Lane
The town council swears it won't be part of a chain
Come early; take a seat
The steaks cannot be beat
Tonight there's free whiskey and imported champagne

Now, Lin is from way down yonder in New Orleans
She makes good chicken gumbo like most Cajun queens
It's good down home cookin
You don't need a bookin
Heard she's servin' jambalaya and collard greens

Right here tonight, in Milton Creek, as a surprise
Hanks will be introducing burgers and french fries
A dish loved in the South
It'll taste good in your mouth
But save room for pralines, and bourbon pecan pies

Mosey on over to Aces and have a bite
Tell all your friends and bring a hearty appetite
Get on your horse and ride
No guns allowed inside
There's a big party goin' on at Hanks tonight!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Stepsister Princess

No! Cut this piece here!
No! Not there!
Why didn't you cut it right?

says Princess StepSister's
hyper-ventilated syndrome,
jonesing for her next pork chop.

I would have finished
but you bellowed me away
in your Ugly StepSister voice
demanding from open refrigerator door
that collard greens must stop evaporating
behind your eyes.

Ugly StepSister?
Did you just call me a StepSister?

I'm just saying
you think you're a Whatever Princess
but you don't act like one
because, as you know,
princesses are always kind
and say please and thank you
and not whatever,
and seldom if ever bark and bite 
at the hands created to lovingly feed them
for the next several years;

while Ugly StepSisters
act like whatever bullies,
talk like ballistic assault weapons.

Which is why
Cinderellas are selected to dance
with Prince Charmings,
and thereby become kind Princesses,
rather than stuck in Ugly StepSister roles and rules,
harping at Prince Charming Dads
to cut their pork chops faster,
and better,
and now,
if not yesterday.

Oh...
Would you cut my pork please, in smaller pieces?
and not take your usual gimpy time, thank you.

Why of course my Princess,
I love to live your Prince Clumsy.

Premium Member Black-Eyed Peas For New Years Meal

Black-Eyed Peas for New Year’s Meal


Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas

I’m going to freeze
If I don’t eat Black-eyed peas
On New Year’s Day

Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas

Gee Whiz please!
Gotta have those Black-eyed peas
Mammy and Pappy always 
Said, “Eat Black-eyed peas
And you will have plenty of monies 
The rest of the year and live in ease.”

Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas

Play a little ditty while cooking those
Black-eyed peas
Cook them with bacon, or ham bones
Fatback or hog jowls
Serve with a
Side of collard, turnip, or mustard greens
And golden brown sweet cornbread please

Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas

Mammy and Pappy always 
Said, “You can live with a little passing gas
On New Year’s Day
To enjoy having plenty of monies
The rest of the year and live in ease.”

Black-Eyed Peas
Black-Eyed Peas

I’m going to freeze
If I don’t eat Black-eyed peas
On New Year’s Day

12/29/2016
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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