Short Yams Poems

L  	lively people 
I 	 in 
C 	 cold
K  	 kingdoms
E  	eat
T  	tasty
Y	yams

S	sometimes
P	people 
L	live 
I	in
T	tents...

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Bear meat cooked real slow
smothered in a mushroom sauce
I will serve it tonight
with wild yams and honey
and homemade bread from the stove...

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Grocery prices are now so inflated
I eat dried yams 'till my hunger's abated
Everything cost a mint
My billfold grows lint
Then again, food is so overrated!

10/17/22...

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My Favorite Food for Thanksgiving

Candied Yams

Baked marshmallow topping melts first in the pan
and again in the mouth.


Food 2: Holiday Connections poetry Contest
November 18, 2015...

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O, I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
   Olive tells me I yams what I am
     I likes me spinach in an omelet or souffle
     'Cos that's how the navy prepares it today
   O, I'm Popeye the Sailor Man! (Toot-toot)...

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Recycle
Everything
Cans
Yams
Crates
Letters
Everything

Because every time you recycle
Life starts another cycle
The flowers will spring up
The landfills will disappear
And Earth can remain beautiful...

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Before I taste the turkey
or a single slice of ham
Or savor mash potatoes
piled high besides my yams
Before I sip the wine
or enjoy a piece of pie
I start out with The Soup
and you're the reason why 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE...

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I asked a turkey how he felt
About Thanksgiving Day
He told me "Gobble, gobble!"
And then hurried on his way

So when I dine tomorrow night
I'll have the turkey's blessing
To gobble up his giblets
With some gravy, yams, and dressing....

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GOOD LUCK MEAL

Hog jowl fried so crispy brown
Black eyed peas abound
Collard greens from the truck patch
Sweet tea down the hatch
Candied yams as well
My, do tell
YUM!!


	Curtis Moorman
	21 December 2011

	For Russell Siver's contest...

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Harvest yielding
The orange flesh of
The tubular yams
Blushing cherry-red
The blue oxen
Pulling the 
Farmer's plow
When we spotted
The early bend
In the road and
The quiet noise
Listening to
Something else
Bound for home...

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Turkey breast steaming odors
Stuffed with baked chestnuts
Tasty yams with brown sugar
Mashed potatoes, peas
Gravy, corn and beans
Pumpkin pie
Rolls!



Written on November 7, 2014
for Andrea Dietrich's MAKE ME DROOL with EPULAERYU - Poetry Contest...

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Let's bow our heads and pray
Today's Thanksgiving day.

Poor old turkey got the axe
Bet he wished he'd never been hatched.

Turkey, mashed potatoes, yams
Consume mass quantities but never ham.

Eat too much and pop your zipper
"Hey Honey, where's the Alka Seltzer"?




Josette Davis Key   2013...

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Bow your head and pray
Today's Thanksgiving day.

Poor turkey felt the axe
Bet he's sorry he ever hatched.

Mashed potatoes, gravy, yams
Consume mass quantities (But never ham)

Eat real fast and clean your plate
Soon you'll have a tummy ache.

Belch and moan and pop your zipper
'Hey hon, where's the Alka Seltzer?'...

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Baby born off of the bay
Inspiration is into the imagination
Right there ranting like red rovers
Tyrants topple from their towers
He hustles to have his hands hammering homes
Day when daisies drown in detergent; disgusting
And anyone able to achieve amazing accomplishments,
Yields the yellow yaks yammering about the yams.

Happy Birthday!...

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Swallowing soil's nutrients, they swell up under earth -

round or tubular vegetables of edible wholesome delight!

Carrots, beets and onions steadily fuel the body,

but yams, potatoes and parsnips - baked and buttered -

are the ones I ROOT the loudest for!


Written Jan. 4, 2016 for the Rooting For 8 To 5 contest of nette onclaude...

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What's your Favorite Pie Pumpkin or Sweet Potato and what is Yams



sweet Potato Pie
some folks like them some Pumpkin
yum, yum let's just Eat

both is sweet orange
both has a flowery crust
what about those Yams

which ones are the best
 I know no competition
cut them all let’s eat



12/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©...

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He passed on turkey, passed on ham
and even on Mom’s candied yams!

He passed, for sure, on salad greens
and carrots, peas and lima beans!

He passed on Mom’s best home-baked bread
and cheeses ready to be spread.

The gravy and the mashed potatoes:
Those he passed on - and tomatoes.

Mom then served desserts; we knew
he’d pass on pie and ice cream too!

But for fruit JELLO, the small brat
yelled, “Mom, please pass me ALL of that!”...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Soul Food
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2013


Huh, huh, huh
gone cook
some
good o'l 
soul food 
in
my kitchen,

like
collard greens,
corn bread 
and
sweet potato
yams - 

Gone
add some
deep fried
pork chops,

with a
casserole 
full
 of
mac & cheese -

And
white rice,
with gravy
and
black eye peas -

Huh, huh, huh
gone cook
some
good o'l
soul food
in
my kitchen -...

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“Why raise this much crude alarm
Over the schemed little harm
To just chop off your left arm
Leaving your right for your farm…

Left arm coming to gross harm
Does not betray yields from farm,
Save for one with eyes on alms,
Since planning to dump farm’s palms...

Your right arm can yams harvest,
Just as it can put on vest.
No true lover would you jest
Or with tongue your patience test
For being now a one-armed man
She should leave for older stan!”...

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someone shouldst say
where mom’s gone -
nay, say she can’t be gone!
badaiki return
mom return
mother of mothers
come to the homestead & see
the garden has out-growths
unkempt lie the mud-pots
cob-webs encase the clan -
mom whisper some words
lay down baskets of hope
for your children are empty -
you’ve rear’d ugly seed-yams
manifold beads of sorrow
hung on the eyes of our hearts
mother of mothers
we’re faint & bent & fallen
a broken wall we lie flat
where’s consolation?...

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Next to the can of spam sits the forgotten can yams
Survived Thanksgiving and Christmas too
what should we now do with you

Use it for a paper weight
hide it behind the Christmas plate
Donate it to the food drive
prep it so our future survives
Start a new tradition on the Fourth of July
eat can yams with American pride
Sneak it on to the weekly menu
proclaim can yams hot on the venue
or ignore and pretend we don't see
place it in front of the can of black eye peas...

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I roasted stuffed turkey, made candied yams,
Made holiday jello, baked pies, dirtied pans.

Made mashed potatoes to cover with gravy,
Glazed carrots and biscuits, I'm cooking like crazy.

My daughter came over with grandchild in tow,
Giving my holiday that much needed glow.

I love the holidays and gathering with family.
It's so good to see everyone gathering happily,

Laughing and joking and sharing good cheer.
I wish more would come celebrate with all of us here....

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Bones unearthed so roads may go places
Our people were not permitted to know,
Rise up, open up, open up,
The medicine is in the land,
Is in the mangoes,
Is in the yams,
The ancestors words are on the wind,
The shamanic gifts are in my bones,
Our inheritance, our sense, our skill,
We are blessed by the sharing,
We are blessed with ancestral gifts,
Just you being here is an act of defiance,
I see you
I see you with God’s eye,
I breathe you in with my ancestors breath....

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Caseworker: Yams and Plantain

	Cabrini-Green Housing Project
        Chicago

Bienvenido’s comin’ over,
says his wife, 
to ‘splain me

why the kids
have got no rice, 
no beans, 

how the landlord’s
shovin’ notes beneath 
the door again.

In Puerto Rico Bienvenido
dug up yams,
was paid in plantain,

came over here,
brought his wife,
then his kids.

First New York, 
then Chicago,
gave up yams, 

gave up plantain,
just to drum
and make a living.


Donal Mahoney...

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You're the sweet in my potato. 
You're the Lorna in my Doone. 
You're the apple in my pie. 
You're the silver in my spoon- 
and the come in coming soon. 

You're the sugar in my sweet. 
You're the candied in my yams. 
You're the jelly in my donut. 
You're the special in my treat, 
the something in something to eat. 

You're the angel in my cake. 
You're the thinking in my of. 
You're the heart in my throb. 
You're the up in my above. 
Most of all you're the YOU in my "I love"....

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