Poems that you love

[rayheinrich]

The gritty reality of off-topicality:

Reply to your tasteless comment that has nothing to do with poetry...
Here in the south (us) we make wonderful grits. The key is to not make them so stiff (overcooked) and the way you eat them is rarely known---you don't chew them...you swish them around your mouth to taste them, then swallow.

Oh! Hadn't ever known that. I'm a victim of my own ignorance and faulty
upbringing as well. My dad and I were born and raised on the gulf coast of Texas,
which isn't really "The South", and my mom hails from Massachusetts.
(The "way you eat" part sounds faintly obscene.)
But I do like stewed okra. All you have to do with those is put them in your
mouth; they do the swallowing for you.

I should write some poem here.
This is one I found...can't say I'm a big fan, but it is a grit poem.

A poem about grits…just because I can
May 14, 2012 by Audrey McDonald Atkins

Grits are salty

Never sweet

Drenched in butter

Good to eat

But if you leave them in the pot

Pry them loose you will not

An Emily Dickinson (queen of the em dash) poem I love:


                Nature’ is what we see—
                The Hill—the Afternoon—
                Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
                Nay—Nature is Heaven—
                Nature is what we hear—
                The Bobolink—the Sea—
                Thunder—the Cricket—
                Nay—Nature is Harmony—
                Nature is what we know—
                Yet have no art to say—
                So impotent Our Wisdom is
                To her Simplicity.