Long Collards Poems

Is there room to care for the penultimate?
Can't decide if the space can satisfy two collard greens.  
One oblivious cabbage... one who has desperately tried to expand the space, to save the others, who...

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Him. From my past, occupying my present. 
I am lured by his essence - I mean like the presence of him brings me an ooey gooey all familiar warmth inside 
He is hearty and wholesome...

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Socialites

those was good days.
sneakin' out the bedroom window
tryin' harder not to wrinkle our frocks
than not to wake momma

runnin' down the dusty road
with pointy-toe pumps in tote
hopin' we didn't miss too much
of the party.

greeted at the...

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Soul Food
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OMG
By R Henderson

Painful sweaty clumps of air converged.
From Uranus it demanded to be purged.
Your body full over engorged.
But the contract of passage had been forged.

The close escape, the quest for relief,
Was obtained but ever so...

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Running the 95 from Jacksonville to Richmond
On a Sunday afternoon in June
The thermometer and the road signs read the same
Sunny and hot, the miles were winding away
When the gas tank and the hour called for...

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PARTENZA REPRESA
POETRY
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THE BIRDS IN MY GARDEN
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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Once, she was white--
as crisp and clean as the Sunday linen
which was perfectly spread on the dining room table,
adorned with the “good” dishes, tarnished silverware, and fake crystal glasses.
And there was an abundance of food:...

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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
  ...

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I remember me and my cousins 
running on the hot paved streets
Of Chicago
In mid summer
to the candy lady 
to buy 
a .25 cent frozen cup

Grandmama in the kitchen
wiping sweat off her forehead
as she prepares our...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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