JAMIE’S PLACE FOR STUFF

A Stroll Though Memory, Time and Politics With Stops Along The Way

  • How To Write A list

    For some reason, I’m still on a poetry kick. What sort of test can you apply that will indicate a great poet as opposed to just an average or good one?

    One way, is “Can they write a list?” This may sound silly, but the greatest poets can write a poem that looks as if they were going shopping for groceries while making you see, taste, and feel a whole host of emotions.

    Langston Hughes. How many ways can you say shades of brown while making the reader view them as real, vibrant women?

    Langston Hughes
    1902-1967

    Harlem Sweeties

    Have you dug the spill
    Of Sugar Hill?
    Cast your gims
    On this sepia thrill:
    Brown sugar lassie,
    Caramel treat,
    Honey-gold baby
    Sweet enough to eat.
    Peach-skinned girlie,
    Coffee and cream,
    Chocolate darling
    Out of a dream.
    Walnut tinted
    Or cocoa brown,
    Pomegranate-lipped
    Pride of the town.
    Rich cream-colored
    plum-tinted black,
    Feminine sweetness
    In Harlem’s no lack.
    Glow of the quince
    To blush of the rose.
    Persimmon bronze
    To cinnamon toes.
    Blackberry cordial,
    Virginia Dare wine—
    All those sweet colors
    Flavor Harlem of mine!
    Walnut or cocoa,
    Let me repeat:
    Caramel, brown sugar,
    A chocolate treat.
    Molasses taffy,
    Coffee and cream,
    Licorice, clove, cinnamon
    To a honey-brown dream.
    Ginger, wine-gold,
    Persimmon, blackberry,
    All through the spectrum
    Harlem girls vary—
    So if you want to know
    beauty’s Rainbow-sweet thrill,
    Stroll down luscious,
    Delicious, fine Sugar Hill

About Me

Retired great grandmother living in Washington. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.

I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.

Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham

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