Plantation echoes : $b a collection of original Negro dialect poems — John Shaqi
Plantation echoes : $b a collection of original Negro dialect poemsHenderson, Elliott Blaine
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Plantation echoes : $b a collection of original Negro dialect poems
Henderson, Elliott Blaine
American poetry -- African American authors; Dialect poetry, American
So jes’ well keep joggin’
’Long er happy sort er way,
Crackin’ jokes er whislin’
Till de wintah goes estray.
Weddah doesn’t suit yo’,
Jes’ well make yo’se’f content.
Larn to’cep’ de weddah
Any sort er way it’s sent.
FORCE OF WORDS.
Chicken stew
Was all I said.
Made dat coon
Hop out o’ bed,
Butt his head
Ergin de wall
Kooden’ stan’
De thing at all.
Jes’ dat menshun,
Jes’ dat talk,
Made dat coon’s
Eyes white ez chawk.
Looked eroun’
An’ licked his chops
Ez doh he hyeahd
Dey wings flopp! flopp!
Well, dem wurds,
Dey struck dat coon
Lak er ’lectric
Shock in June!
Kooden’ sleep
No mo’ dat night,
Rolled an’ tossed
Until daylight.
I TOL’ YO’ SO.
Playin’ out dah
Wid dat white trash’,
I tol’ yo’ so.
Dat yo’ back
Wood git er lash;
I tol’ yo’ so.
Pay no ’tenshun
Whut I say,
Allus got
Sum uddah way,
Wished yo’ haddah,
P’haps, sum day.
I tol’ yo’ so.
Yo’ de wusses’
Chile in town,
I tol’ yo’ so.
Foll’rin’ all
De white trash ’roun’
I tol’ yo’ so.
Aftah Peedah,
John and Paul,
Fus’ thing fightin’
Wid ’em all;
Den de niggah’s
Fus’ to fall.
I tol’ yo’ so.
Licked de ’lasses
Off yo’ bread,
I tol’ yo’ so.
Den dey knocked
Yo’ in de head.
I tol’ yo’ so.
Called yo’ niggah
Sich ez dat
Said yo’ hyah
Wuz lak er mat.
Umph! Dem white fo’ks
Made yo’ scat.
I tol’ yo’ so.
Umph! Dey skaid
Yo’ mos’ to def.
I tol’ yo’ so.
Look ee dah,
Yo’ out o’ bref.
I tol’ yo’ so.
Run so fas’
Dun los’ yo’ hat,
Got no idea
Whah it’s at;
Gwine to whoop
Yo’ good fo’ dat.
I tol’ yo’ so.
THE PASSING OF NIGHT.
De moon’s dun sneaked
Clah out er sight,
De stars dun quit
Dey peepin’;
De shaddahs dun gone
Stole erway,
De world’s dun quit
It’s sleepin’.
De hours dey’s slowly
Creeped erlong
Until de world’s in light
An’ song;
De sun smiles on
Creation’s throng—
Er cross de worl’
Goes sweeping.
A TALE O’ WOE.
Manny am de battle
Dahky’s got to fight.
Ebbry tarn he’s makin’
Trouble’s dah in sight.
Ef he’s got de ’liggun
Puffec’ to de spot,
Hard to keep fum cussin’
Losin’ all he’s got.
White fo’ks got de money,
White fo’ks got de lan’,
Doan’ wan’ a po’ dahky
Hab er place to stan’.
Ef dey miss er chicken
Ef dey miss er goose,
Fus’ thing grab er dahky
Fo’ de calerboose.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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