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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry: miscellaneous prose
DIR By: BirdOfPrey
Date: February 22, 2016, 7:46 pm
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Dust in the stomach,
i would confuse her,
But i think i tried
I will say,
You're a lie,
I will die!
For you,
Just Complete that clue,
!000 days,
Are you saved?
Smile anyway,
Will not scare me away,
Though I'm still losing you,
Beat me down,
Make me sorry,
Take a bow and wave,
Carried away,
Brave,
But I might need her,
So I gaze in the sun,
I wonder,
Break this spell I'm under,
We were carried away,
So I gave...
Haze that i'm under,
Can I take it off?
©
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: February 23, 2016, 8:11 pm
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Bourbon Poem
BLACK MAGIC WOMAN
Madame Mistress, ebonies princess,
Southern comforts golden jewel,
A golden beauty down south does dwell.
She hides many secrets beneath her,
Glittering mask of mystery's mystic spells.
A dark priestess is this Cajun queen,
Black widows magic women,
Known as Ms. New Orleans.
In her crimson gown, trimmed by
Velvet's purple hues, she smiles
Behind her white lace fan.
A beguiling angel is she the devils
Own kindred.
The voodoo queen of the swampy delta,
Ruling over the shadow demons,
Whom guard the everglades.
Underneath fancy face and social grace,
Lies the misbegotten heart of a
Witches soul.
Here the trumpets sound at,
La Carnival as minstrels stroll,
Down Bourbon Street with rhythmic,
Precision's precise step.
Come join in celebrations grand parade,
The Maude Gra. Where anything goes,
Here things are forgotten as the sun rises,
This grand lady of beauty's legacy's charm.
Presses one finger to her redden lips,
Speaking not more than a hushed whispers
Sigh carried across bayou.
Thus does the Spanish moss weep, for
Those lost souls swallowed whole,
Beneath nights dark covenant of death.
Ghostly images walk the muddy side shores,
Phantom spectators existing as prisoners,
Trapped in limbos web, a thin fine line
Between the living and the dead.
Beware lone travelers, those for whom,
Seek mysteries glamor and mystic,
Of the southern by ways.
All are welcome to taste our spicy
Hospitality.
Yet beware pay homages respect,
To Mz. New Orleans, she after all takes
Great care of her own.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry: miscellaneous prose
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: February 23, 2016, 8:13 pm
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--- Quote from: BirdOfPrey link ---
>
> Dust in the stomach,
> i would confuse her,
> But i think i tried
> I will say,
> You're a lie,
> I will die!
> For you,
> Just Complete that clue,
> !000 days,
> Are you saved?
> Smile anyway,
> Will not scare me away,
> Though I'm still losing you,
> Beat me down,
> Make me sorry,
> Take a bow and wave,
> Carried away,
> Brave,
> But I might need her,
> So I gaze in the sun,
> I wonder,
> Break this spell I'm under,
> We were carried away,
> So I gave...
> Haze that i'm under,
> Can I take it off?
> ©
>
--- End Quote ---
fascinating prose general BirdOfPrey.
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: February 23, 2016, 8:21 pm
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Down On Bourbon Street
- Poem by Charlotte Riddle
It's the prettiest sight
You've ever seen
When the Southern Belle
And the Cajun Queen
Dance right on down
Bourbon Street
In that jazzin' town
of New Orleans
It’s always about midnight
When they begin
their two-step tango
And, with a knowing grin
Shimmy one way first,
then back again;
throw their hands up
And start to spin
The air gets thicker,
You know
they’re ‘bout gone
Boogyin’ outta New O’lens
at the break of dawn
And the people’ll trudge
Back to their homes
Shut doors, curtains drawn
It’s the saddest sight
You’ve ever seen
When the Southern Belle
And the Cajun Queen
Dance right on down
Bourbon Street
Leavin’ that jazzin’ town
Of New Orleans
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: BirdOfPrey
Date: February 23, 2016, 8:36 pm
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Why ty Sir Clay ! I just write straight non stop if i take break
it backfire usually about 5 min to write ..Love that poem you
left would make great song ;)
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: February 23, 2016, 9:33 pm
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you are welcome general BirdOfPrey.
this is a magical thread.
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: February 23, 2016, 10:07 pm
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: February 23, 2016, 10:17 pm
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: February 23, 2016, 10:35 pm
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Bourbon Street Moon
She kissed me in the doorway
of a Bourbon street bar;
she tasted like black licorice
and spiced rum.
The band in the background
played Sweet Georgia Brown
as the streets danced
with summer rain.
I’d met her at a juke joint
where a zydeco band
was throwing down
heart-thumping cheer
behind a heavy accordion.
She smelled like
three day old, pressed roses
and smiled like the world
had already passed her by.
We danced a sawtoothed jig
until our feet were raw
then told stories of
pirated love affairs
over iced sazeracs
in tall glasses
where our dreams swam
in moonlight’s reflection
naked and cold.
I didn’t know her well,
but I knew what she wanted.
There was a full moon
pushing the rain away
and she wanted to howl.

Hurricane drinks and doorway kisses
fueled the moon-glow fire.
We climbed the stairs
that the night had built
ascending toward the promise
of moonlight’s bliss.
We surrendered to kisses
in the ripe hour of need
removing the shadow
of loneliness
until the moon slipped
from view.
DFS
7-1-13
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Divine Metamorphoses
Date: February 24, 2016, 1:06 am
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Interspersed
Complexities of feelings
Words are words
It's the tone you use
That sets me reeling
Confusion
Interferes
Over thinking
Disturbs the balance
I hear you speaking
You say more with your eyes
In between moments of
Silence
You plead with me with your eyes
White lies
Are the words
Your eyes speak volumes
I'm trying to decipher
Break down
Our puffed up pride
All I need
Is the sound
Of your voice
Telling me
I am your choice
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