Okra Poems - Poems about Okra

...Her pink okra fingers play violoncello, Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow; Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale? Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...? An am......Read More

...Sojourner to far-flung climes; When you return, Will you remember the evening songs Chorused by chirping under the baobab tree? Will you still remember the fame of the great hunter Whose courage......Read More

...If I had a German Shepherd on my porch I could be happy, the old grandpa-want-to-be said. The day was gorgeous, the sunset outstanding. But he saw none of this, concentrating on what he did not ha......Read More

...Dreaming of his favorite produce store, Clears out the cupboard, briskly sweeps the floor. Making room for carrots and potatoes, Contemplates the flavors of tomatoes. Wondering how tall the okra ......Read More

... Pickled okra, pickled beets Pickled corn and pickled beans Of all the pickles that I see Cucumber pickles are the best Dancers, players, pickles Celebrating, showing their Vinegar tai......Read More

... An hour before dawn, the market people arrive then settle like nestling birds beside the Ping river. Girls squat over large straw hats, hats brimful of dried chilies or small freshwater fis......Read More

...The neighborhood buffet boasted fried chicken and biscuits, toasted, creamy gravy, and smashed taters. You can serve yourself, no waiters. Into the long line you will strut more than rea......Read More

... Your petals pitch quite exciting, It blossom from nectars of peaches hallowed by sweet ovary down to the pendicle where the light from the Sun incur it turbelent gaze! Mother say any w......Read More

... [ 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 i......Read More

...Its Sunday By David J Walker It’s Sunday and my uncle smells of Cheap Avon colon that comes in a Smoked glass automobile bottle Bought from his sister-in-law He is wearing his best suit ......Read More

...We all have roots from seeds In and on the fertile soil of our lives Where we are planted to need The place we know as home to thrive Shaped and harvested we live to die As the grains of wheat a......Read More

... A candy dish in cobalt glass Reflecting temptations Beneath the heavy cover A hairbrush fuzzy with gray down From the head it combed On nights spent alone, awake A cast iron skill......Read More

... Together – he and I – him and me We grow things in abundance Green beans, tomatoes, squash Okra, calves, chicks and pigs Guineas and turkeys, some kittens A puppy who is mostly grown ......Read More

... Summer meant playing with cousins Until the fireflies started to dance and glide Soaring just beyond our small hands And, then, sometimes reaching the end Of a journey inside a Mason ja......Read More

... An hour before dawn, the market people arrive then settle like resting birds beside the Ping river. Girls squat over large straw hats, hats brimful of dried chilies or small freshwater fi......Read More