Soul Food Poems - Poems about Soul Food

(3-5-3 syllables). Hopeful mood, Enlightens soul food, God's love cued....

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She says her love language is food well now you're talking baby We can go anywhere what shall it be Texas, Mexico, France, Italy, China, Germany, or maybe some old-fashioned southern hospitality I know your mind has a hard time deciding, so take your time What should we eat is a question that should be treated as a delicacy Our...

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The orchestra plays the music that majestically swells the violins, flute and piccolo harmoniously scream the song at the top, and the soul gets fed, and feels full....

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Always nourishing; Sustenance, you turn it up; Music is soul food....

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The Big Easy called to me Packed my bag and went to see New Orleans a place to eat Took a stroll down Bourbon Street. Summer night a sound of jazz I'm bopping along full of sass Hearing syncopated blues Music followed to rendezvous. Have a date to eat soul food Hungry and thirsty in the mood The Big Easy helped me unwind Shrimp gumbo tasting...

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Never to be spent, only saved, Its question has mirrored the mind of man. As a celestial battle seeks ownership, Measuring qualities the best it can. It appears to be contested throughout A lifetime, no matter length or reach. With victories rarely mentioned, yet Lessons remain for those to teach. Often times, it may be lost to a void Or chaos, where it may...

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Some days music is the only thing in life that makes sense. ...if it doesn't speak to your soul you simply change the song....

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The taste of passion drips down a paintbrush, Stroke after stroke with emotion in each drop. A story told without words, Is one to be ravished. Can you feel it? The change of heart within each pigment. Fighting between love and hate, Deciphering the symbols against a stigma. Do not question creativity. Question what makes you creative, Then chase it....

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Otis was once a monk who took no vows, was free to leave the abbey and eventually he did. I met him over chicken wings at Sadie's Soul Food Grill. For almost 20 years every spring and summer Otis labored in the fields raising vegetables and crops of every kind. In fall and winter he would gather leaves and plow the...

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its on the grill pots is fill it low cost bill the park where it started its a tasks on the gress where no doudt its a SOUL FOOD COOKE OUT...

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make water hot boil a lot collars green and butter beans meat that lean than let it cool TO COOKE SOUL FOOD...

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Rob Brezsny reports In 2004, San Rafael hosted a World Conference of Soul-Making resulting in three schools for best practices, to which I will add one more. "The Ruminators theorized that humans are born without souls and can create them only through arduous, disciplined rebellion against all belief systems. The Resonators agreed that soul isn't innate, but insisted that soul-making is by no means difficult ...gathering...

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Swallowing starlight, thirsting on ether that roars through the cosmos as fine, icy fire. Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling comets that streak through the heavens from heaven knows where. Digesting mysteries older than time, inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes that are forever ancient and new....

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Swallowing starlight, thirsting on ether that roars through the cosmos as fine, icy fire. Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling comets that streak through the heavens from heaven knows where. Digesting mysteries older than time, inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes that are forever ancient and new....

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I thank you, God, For morning tea and butter buns, oven fresh. They satisfy my body, Lord, But I am more than flesh. Fill me with Your Holy Spirit, and quench my thirsty Soul, with nectar from Your fruit tree, Lord, My heart's Your hallow bowl....

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