Long Pimento Poems

Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Here I am sitting in the park again
Sapping the sweat from my face
My Spirit is at ease and mind is settled
The tumultuous moment has passed
And you have finally come out of the dark
The stage is...

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Walk here with me
Along a strand of island in the sea
Let your heart drink like a leaf
From this mighty river
That shaped the world's relief
Listen to his name
Hear echoes of white colonial history
The burden of shame
Edging...

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He plucks a pear from the tree and tosses it my way. Hands fumble, but nails sink into flesh to maintain a solid grip. He doesn't see me slip. Examine the freshness of the fruit...

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Olives

I like olives - so smooth and round, 
wrinkled or puckered, by the pound, 
from the deli or in a jar,
savory flavours, the best by far.
Firm and juicy, large or small,
ripe or salty, I like...

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It was in Historic Forcados,
Where I’d first touched Pride of Barbados:
I’d run into A Talking Salvador 
Long arguing with Unshaken Ricardo,
Whose interest were in Stark Bravado,
His body partly building with Mamador …

Bravado-Loving and Preaching Ricardo...

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Mint Julip and Pimento Cheese
Smith Island Cake and Beef Pit BBQ
Hot Pastrami on Rye and Cheesecake
She offered him the meal
and smiled at him
without saying much more.
he frowned and ate.
asking for only a napkin.
The cold of...

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of all the sandwiches there are to eat
why does one taste like defeat
it's nothing that i ever craved
just something my mom made
egg salad
yuck

a hamburger or sloppy joe
baloney or meatloaf cold
ham or grilled cheese
BLT if you...

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Find me in California, or in Spain
With olive trees growing along my lane
I'll live in an olive house of green
With my spouse that's sweet-not mean
Olives I'll eat three times a day
The ones I drop will...

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Covered with prowess
Like mushrooms on a rock
Afraid not to speak
And spit-spat on the demon's face
A man as a battalion
In war with the rotten maggot
A man of great intellect
Thrown into the dark silent cage
Like a snake...

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[ to the tune of We’re off to see the Wizard
from the musical Wizard of Oz ]


If you’ve not had fried gizzard,
you’ve never had southern at all.
The same is true of chicken-fried steak
or vinegar-based cole...

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