Black Poetry : Cooking Miss Marva

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  1. blackbelle

    blackbelle Member MEMBER

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    Cooking Miss Marva

    Now Miss Marva
    She was a big and hefty woman
    As big as the world is round
    That old apron of hers
    Could hardly gather around
    Her hips anymore
    And her bare feet
    Were tougher
    Than old stone grounds

    But when she cooked
    Miss Marva cooked
    With her soul

    She sweetened her broth once
    With three proposals
    For marriage
    And with a dash of
    Vinegar and honey
    She turned each suitor down

    But
    At night
    She danced the 'Shimmy'
    Down at Possum's Juke Joint
    And left the stove on
    To simmer the sequins
    Of her dressing gown

    It was during
    The Great Depression
    But Miss Marva's pot
    Could still serve plenty
    On Sundays
    Marva fed
    The entire Church family

    Cos'
    To coloured folks back then
    It was just another day
    Without cotton
    So they bowed their heads
    And said their grace
    When Marva's meat
    Turned brown

    Once
    She rolled up her lover
    With brown rice and black-eyed peas
    That night when tired Willie
    Came home drunk
    But the taste of her own blood
    And the sight of
    Drunken Willie on his knees
    Spoiled Marva's appetite
    For the taste
    Of life's bitter delicacies

    And
    On the day that she came home
    And found her Mama
    Dead of a Stroke
    She stuffed her in the coffin
    With cooked carrots,
    Bread crumbs and potatoes
    Cos'
    She remembered her Mama's words
    Not so long ago

    "Marva in this world its the stuffing that counts.."

    The first Monday of July
    She put her crippled brother Henry
    In the pot
    And seasoned his memory
    With salty tears, garlic and onions
    With him being coloured and crippled
    Then dying in the midst
    Of the Depression
    She knew that Henry
    Would surely
    Find his own way to Heaven

    And
    When her water
    Began to boil
    Marva stirred herself
    Into the pot
    With deep fried okra, honeyed yams
    Green peas and scallions

    But
    Now who is leftover
    To tend to
    Miss Marva's Cooking pot

    When life evaporates

    Just as quickly
    As boiling water

    *meditate*

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  2. alyce

    alyce Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    the cooking pot

    of life....if we season the ingredients given to us at birth, with the spices of experiences that bring joy and tears ...then add to that, the meat of longterm love and deep understanding...bring it to a boil and savor it as long as we sip it, chewing slowly ... tasting every morsel thoroughly...

    There will always be some grateful soul, blessed from partaking of the meal, who is willing to take the ladel and keep on 'stirring'.

    I love this one, Blackbelle...

    *simmering* :)

    A
     
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    reading your work ...
    i scroll slowly down
    letting each line come into view at its appointed time
    allowing my joy to simmer gently as i read
    inhaling the aroma as it slowly rises to meet me

    beautiful Belle
     
  4. kmarsh

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    test

    test
     
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    For we are the salt of the world.
    Let each one of us touch the lives of others...
    sprinkling ourselves where ever we go,
    adding flavor to life
    making the world taste that much better.
    Great Piece
     
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    belle.....This one here left me speechless......
     
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    saleem Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Blackbelle

    I want you to know I believe you are ONE GIFTED scribe! Your phrases do things to me. I've been reading you awhile now, and I can hear you; there is a definite rhythm in your flow.

    Thank you

    S
     
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    this was one i just got wrap in
    tyte scribing sista fo real
     
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    Loved the originality of this, we all add a dash of spice to this life. Such a well written scribe.
     
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    OH MY GOODNESS!

    Gurrl, this piece is so good; I wanna print it, frame and hang it on the wall! (all with your credit, of course)

    But, yeah, it's THAT good!

    Cuz, chile, I could sho nuff do some testifyin' right along wit' Miss Marva!

    Shoots! I got some ox tails and some potatoes to throw in the pot too! lol

    And for that cornbread that's cooling on the table....Me and Miss Marva sat down together and ground up the corn meal by hand!

    Oh, Miss BlackBelle, you took me BACK! Some memories, good and bad came back with Miss Marva's cookin!

    But, like Mahalia, "I made it over!" --But, aint that what "soul food" is all about?


    EXCELLENT PIECE! :bowdown:
     
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