Maize Poems - Poems about Maize

Stepping into one hundred degrees of morning haze Wanting the sun to burn it all down in a fiery raze 'Til all the corn stalks are set to a glowing blaze Then, rains can come across the plains; turning it to a syrupy glaze Oh, how I loved these humidity infused summer days They take me back to youth waking...

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It burned up our best corn field Now we've no crops this year to yield Peculiar, it was never set ablaze Yesterday they were fully intact Perhaps an extraterrestrial act The idea leaves me in a daze Unfinished circles all throughout I cannot find my way about Trapped amidst a maize maze Aliens with a sense of humor And maybe it is just a rumor A...

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A woman who works shucking corn Tells jokes that are Iowan born Just lend her an ear And you're bound to hear How colonels can milk a French horn...

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I Quetzalcoatl was great, maybe not so good The generous mother was "Maiz Deo" Ancient Mexicans built their chinampas The Lake in Tenochtitlan had tall bunkbeds With squashes and beans, to feed thousands But when Maiz Deo gave them corn, they soared Population, fame, wealth, but also wars (Not as bad as modern wars, but it got bad) Three Sisters got together always, to...

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We spoke words, We sung our emotions loud, We felt fiery feelings for each other, We shared smiles, we shared frowns, We played in the rain, we wrestled in the mud, But today we are against each other, Today we are pointing not only fingers of accusations but actual machetes, My folks why are we at war? * Remind me please, why are we...

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I adore this corn which you call maize, In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase, In my mouth its offsprings I chew, My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze, Fresh corn harbours that distinct taste, My people brew it into beer and your brain is laced, Folks in the west indies worship it as a...

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I adore this corn which you call maize, In my hand its cob I hold my eyes dilated in paraphrase, In my mouth its offsprings I chew, My teeth gliding through a well arranged maze, Fresh corn harbours that distinct taste, My people brew it into beer and your brain is laced, Folks in the west indies worship it as a...

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