Long Pinto beans Poems

Lucky ones

Your pay is to break, to hurt, be bent and stink,
 the bank is your body, selling labor the means.

A wage is a a wave of dread 
	for the very dinner on your plate.
Again...

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Got GAS--- Flatulence


Got me sum delicate tummy
Ate too MUCH late at night
After eight-thirty  for Pete’s sake----
Guess I should not have ate
That cabbage and raw egg cinnamon-shake
NOW MY STOMACH ACHCES
 Like the horn of auto...

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For years, those homegrown scents have been stuck in my head.                        ...

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This tanned wee white child of Welsh-English
With a bit of American Indian flowing 
like a creek running through the meadow;
p-h-y-s-i-o-l-o-g-y spelled out loud
Daddy was proud of his four year-old girl
raven haired, black eyes flashing with...

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Standing in the ankle high emerald green grass of my 
great-aunts property barefoot, hearing the creak of wood
on steel.
My daughter and husband are in the house napping, dreaming tenderly about sweet things. 

Creak, crick, creak,...

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People be hurting, their hungry
Some not working
Since 2020 of February
Standing in these modern times 
New generational soup/hungry lines
People gathering
Trying just to get them something
Food on their mind
Look at 
Them there dented cans here
Are the same...

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I am from a family,
that has never had much,
go to work everyday,
and pack their own lunch.
Weekends in the garden,
tending their crops,
changing their own oil,
in their car raised up on blocks.
Doing for themselves,
living within their means,
sometimes...

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I’ll Take a Mess of Fried Possum Innards 

By Elton Camp

The mountain family made its annual trip to town
It was with their horse and wagon they got around
Sometimes it sort of got them into an...

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SOUL FOOD RESTAURANT
 When you visit your favorite soul food spot,
 Along with your faithful friends,
 What you'll eat any given day,
 On your tastes it all depends.
 The selections are quite varied
 And the...

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I come from the country,I'm proud to say, 


Playing with rocks in the creek,half of the day. 


Watching my grandmother wash clothes on an old time washboard, 


Times was hard,that’s all she could afford. 


I...

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King Of The Range

 

Pinto beans and hot fry bread

are his means for survival out on the

open range.

 

Herding cattle all day with his quarter 

horse Saint and his border collie 

Paintbrush is his way...

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When I see you in the broad daylight
Your long,ratty beard gives me a fright

You keep critters in there just for play
They won't hurt a thing,you always say

Whatever you say dear,your shotgun's sawed
Pointed at a young...

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I do not want to eat rice and beans any more
I want a new meal
I'm ready to throw this pot out the door
I'm sure I've  had my fill
Rice and beans is my poor folks...

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