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While snapping green beans
I sit in the sun today
Presently it is gorgeous
And always subject to change
There is music in my ears
Pokey Lafarge
Wailing
"I need something to, fuck me up!"
It is down home muddy water wailing
I am snapping beans
Grinning at the pop
And eating what drops
The music changes
"But nothing, is never ending.."
In my headphones
And I consider this
And look at the familiarity in my hands
They are my grandma's knuckles
As they bend the beans and I hear them spit
Easily manipulating 3, 4 at a time
I see her in them so clear
And I see my mother bent over a row
And I see my youth beside her
The woman's voice in my ears
Is throaty and sexy
Now I find a sensuality in the task
It's intent to pleasure the receiver
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon
And feel a peculiar satisfaction
The pleasure of pleasuring
And it might be afternoon
And it will feel like mid day love making
The serious and just must have you
Delicious kind
"And nothing is never ending.. "
Oooh ooh ooooh...
I sing and drop the green beans in the pot
The onion and bacon, the fat grey mushrooms
I wonder if my mother ever felt this way
I bet so, hope she still does
I see her in the kitchen, my step dad
And her way with him
And my Grandma
With my Grampa
Hope she did
I bet so
That would have been something strange to understand back then
But now..
Oooh oooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending... "
I miss my husband today
It is not often I do this much
When this pot is done
There are many hands that will be anxious for the spoon
But none with the look in his eyes
They would simmer through the swallow
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation
The last weekend I had with my son
I taught my future daughter in law to crochet, just she and I
It was a sweet few hours
The next time I can
I will show her how to make a good pot of green beans
Oooh ooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending.."
I think the lady might be mistaken
Presently it is gorgeous
And always subject to change
There is music in my ears
Pokey Lafarge
Wailing
"I need something to, fuck me up!"
It is down home muddy water wailing
I am snapping beans
Grinning at the pop
And eating what drops
The music changes
"But nothing, is never ending.."
In my headphones
And I consider this
And look at the familiarity in my hands
They are my grandma's knuckles
As they bend the beans and I hear them spit
Easily manipulating 3, 4 at a time
I see her in them so clear
And I see my mother bent over a row
And I see my youth beside her
The woman's voice in my ears
Is throaty and sexy
Now I find a sensuality in the task
It's intent to pleasure the receiver
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon
And feel a peculiar satisfaction
The pleasure of pleasuring
And it might be afternoon
And it will feel like mid day love making
The serious and just must have you
Delicious kind
"And nothing is never ending.. "
Oooh ooh ooooh...
I sing and drop the green beans in the pot
The onion and bacon, the fat grey mushrooms
I wonder if my mother ever felt this way
I bet so, hope she still does
I see her in the kitchen, my step dad
And her way with him
And my Grandma
With my Grampa
Hope she did
I bet so
That would have been something strange to understand back then
But now..
Oooh oooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending... "
I miss my husband today
It is not often I do this much
When this pot is done
There are many hands that will be anxious for the spoon
But none with the look in his eyes
They would simmer through the swallow
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation
The last weekend I had with my son
I taught my future daughter in law to crochet, just she and I
It was a sweet few hours
The next time I can
I will show her how to make a good pot of green beans
Oooh ooh oooh...
"Nothing, is never ending.."
I think the lady might be mistaken
Written by
calamitygin
(Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Published 2nd May 2020
Author's Note
My photo
The pot smells so good
Music: pokey lafarge, fuck me up
Handmade Moments, see dick run
The pot smells so good
Music: pokey lafarge, fuck me up
Handmade Moments, see dick run
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Re. While snapping green beans
2nd May 2020 8:52pm
Great flow with ... bringing me in the moment ... well done my dear ...
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2nd May 2020 9:56pm
Re. While snapping green beans
I just had to say this brings back strong memories from my Mississippi years snapping green beans with my grandparents and grandma's warm words welcoming me to join. Your poem is a delight to my urbanized eyes and heart. This is real down-home writing that stirs my pot and makes me hungry. And as your words intimated there is more to snap beans than culinary delights. I just loved taking this good-natured journey through your life. You made me feel right at home. I bet the folks at your table are grinning like possums eating yams at the end of their dinner.
XoXoXo
John
XoXoXo
John
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Re: Re. While snapping green beans
2nd May 2020 9:24pm
Oh I love so much that it did. It's gold to keep in touch, with back when, and home.
Big hug and swat darlin. Right on your round bottom.
Xo
Jen
Big hug and swat darlin. Right on your round bottom.
Xo
Jen
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2nd May 2020 9:40pm
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2nd May 2020 9:46pm
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2nd May 2020 8:59pm
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2nd May 2020 9:24pm
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2nd May 2020 9:30pm
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2nd May 2020 9:49pm
Re. While snapping green beans
2nd May 2020 9:58pm
Sounds like a good combination of ingredients. I reckon it would go well with a bit of mashed potato with a knob of butter, a touch of salt 'n' pepper & gravy too. Life is a cycle & skills get passed down.
I like that snapshot of your mind going back to the past, for a few seconds, a moment.
I like that snapshot of your mind going back to the past, for a few seconds, a moment.
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Re: Re. While snapping green beans
2nd May 2020 10:02pm
Thank you...yes pork chops and potatos.. gravy the good good with crisp and fat. .butter in the middle . All on the menu.
(If I can suffer wal mart and come out sanely, )
😁
(If I can suffer wal mart and come out sanely, )
😁
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2nd May 2020 10:06pm
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2nd May 2020 10:08pm
No wine thanks. I'm on the wagon, perma like.
But sweet tea will be great...
But sweet tea will be great...
Re. While snapping green beans
2nd May 2020 10:38pm
Nothing like a pot of freshly snapped green beans! I miss sitting on the porch snapping them with my grandmother. Wonderful write, Jenn! Filled with both delicious imagery and nostalgic memories.
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2nd May 2020 10:41pm
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3rd May 2020 4:29am
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3rd May 2020 9:11pm
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3rd May 2020 9:26pm
Re. While snapping green beans
3rd May 2020 9:17pm
How well this audio turned out/told by Your lovely self-This really steps up the Ink-in perfect accompaniment!!!
It breaths of homeland heart and Kin... Timbre the emotion that lies usually within our heads upon a read is relished here!!
Excellence Poetess!!!
It breaths of homeland heart and Kin... Timbre the emotion that lies usually within our heads upon a read is relished here!!
Excellence Poetess!!!
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3rd May 2020 9:23pm
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3rd May 2020 9:25pm
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3rd May 2020 9:28pm
Re. While snapping green beans
5th May 2020 7:13pm
I've never come across anything like this in my time here, the easy intimacy, the soulful nostalgia. Some lines in particular warmed me, your grandmother's knuckles, your youth kneeling beside your mother. It seems like the audio ends just over halfway through the poem. Beautiful, Jennifer.
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Re: Re. While snapping green beans
5th May 2020 7:23pm
❤
Thank you Daniel. It does....end. I recorded the whole thing. . The video I wanted to include some personal pics. Some werent,
The app only allows a certain time.
The full audio was submitted.
I appreciate the comment so much.
Thank you Daniel. It does....end. I recorded the whole thing. . The video I wanted to include some personal pics. Some werent,
The app only allows a certain time.
The full audio was submitted.
I appreciate the comment so much.
Re: Re. While snapping green beans
5th May 2020 7:27pm
I understand. If you listen backwards through my audios you'll hear more glitches and mistakes lol we grow as we try. I use Audacity free software on my laptop. Lots of editing tools, but I only use the noise reduction feature. This was great.
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5th May 2020 7:37pm
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6th May 2020 6:07pm
I love it! It made me think of my grandma. I used to help her gather blackberries out of the garden, pick up pecans around the house, shuck corn and shell peas. They're such precious memories to me and this poem aroused all of them.
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Re: Re. While snapping green beans
6th May 2020 8:02pm
Thank you so much...good to meet you, honored by the RL spot....
I have read one of your pieces, will be commenting shortly, but I enjoyed it very much.
I have read one of your pieces, will be commenting shortly, but I enjoyed it very much.
Re. While snapping green beans
9th May 2020 3:45am
That was wonderful, Jen! I absolutely loved how you incorporated the music element into the poem... such an all-encompassing poem, feeding all of the senses. Awesome writing here, Jen... it is a sweet recollection, and I loved the erotic elements you infused into it. I thought it was really creative the way you described 'many hands anxious for the spoon', a clever analogy :)
Anyway, I really enjoyed reading this... thank you for sharing it!! *hugs*
- NewB
Anyway, I really enjoyed reading this... thank you for sharing it!! *hugs*
- NewB
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Re. While snapping green beans
7th Jun 2021 8:52am
"And look at the familiarity in my hands
They are my grandma's knuckles"
~so very precious..
"Now I find a sensuality in the task <~sighs*
It's intent to pleasure the receiver
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon"
~levels of truth here and my fav lines..
"But none with the look in his eyes
They would simmer through the swallow
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation"
~the appreciation of the man.. powerful Jenpen.. goddz know the hurts, but ur words do balm with shinee remembrance and i hope ur heart feels my huggins frm cali..
The full circle of You is sooo poignant here Creampuff.. line by line. i do cursty low for pounce n snuggle on ur memories, aches n thoughtfuls. uve touched my southern roots with every nostalgic ambiance known to pen~~and your voice Perfects all.
everly lovin u,
~d muffin
They are my grandma's knuckles"
~so very precious..
"Now I find a sensuality in the task <~sighs*
It's intent to pleasure the receiver
To see the look on their face filled with what's in the spoon"
~levels of truth here and my fav lines..
"But none with the look in his eyes
They would simmer through the swallow
Into mine and drown them with stimulating appreciation"
~the appreciation of the man.. powerful Jenpen.. goddz know the hurts, but ur words do balm with shinee remembrance and i hope ur heart feels my huggins frm cali..
The full circle of You is sooo poignant here Creampuff.. line by line. i do cursty low for pounce n snuggle on ur memories, aches n thoughtfuls. uve touched my southern roots with every nostalgic ambiance known to pen~~and your voice Perfects all.
everly lovin u,
~d muffin
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Re. While snapping green beans
24th Feb 2024 8:29pm
I liked how you captured these moments of memories while doing these scenes tasks, carrying on traditions and stating some new ones as well. Now I gotta go listen to that song.
Excited spill
Excited spill
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