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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: BirdOfPrey
Date: March 3, 2016, 6:21 pm
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Ty Sir Clay Death for your awesome graphics as always ;)
keep up good work love this sight Clay =)
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry: new prose random
feelings
DIR By: BirdOfPrey
Date: March 3, 2016, 6:38 pm
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Music always playing
Any tune
With melody and chorus of course
We took a left down Royal St.
Sweet slide guitars melding with a chemical beat
Always love something new
Which is why I knew
I wanted to be with you
Not on the bottom of your list
The one you wanted to grow old with
Can I call you Carly It's close enough
To the real Image I had of what would be
The beat now at my feat
A hole inside taking me afloat
On magical rides again
Mundane a sin
Yet am I not a sinner?
Rolling in my own flames
Myself to blame
You were never mine to begin
Things do change
"Think of me as not married"
To the famous
"Still want to be your friend"
It has come to an end
So what do I miss?
In this pile of shit
Love your lust
Of this I confess
We were nothing without the kinky
Sex was a wonder
Scratches and thunder down my back
Bites down your back
Whipped wet and whole
To be made to feel exquiste
Feelings of pleasure
This you will always treasure
Bitch..more a brat.
©
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: pryzmsticv
Date: March 3, 2016, 11:37 pm
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Beautiful prose that has risen, from the words ov a dawn
prisoned
Hidden inside, this soul that is explicitly controlled.
Beautiful words from beautiful castors, that you & lady Devine
behold. Thank you for your sharing ov your hearts &
souls.😚
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: BirdOfPrey
Date: March 4, 2016, 6:40 pm
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Thank You lady V , I am glad you read and enjoy our back and
forth sadness and joy ;) thank you really =)
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry: new random prose
DIR By: BirdOfPrey
Date: March 4, 2016, 7:00 pm
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Silly feeling in gut
No not the butterflies but
There is this person
I helped out of a rut
No thanks was given
Yet years later in an opium hut
Gave me a call and asked for money
As I was with family
I must scurry
Later that night in a sugarcane field
I saw the jilted frame of the one I loved
Made a deal in a hurry
Brought her back to her life
She can no longer speak with no tongue
Though a thanks in her eyes i see
When i come bye to visit these days
Every Sunset Eve
©
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: March 8, 2016, 11:29 am
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> Ty Sir Clay Death for your awesome graphics as always ;)
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> keep up good work love this sight Clay =)
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you are welcome general BirdOfPrey.
glad you are enjoying Camelot. it is your own Camelot to enjoy
and to have fun with.
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: March 8, 2016, 11:29 am
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Clay Death
Date: March 8, 2016, 11:31 am
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry
DIR By: Divine Metamorphoses
Date: March 8, 2016, 2:19 pm
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--- Quote from: Clay Death link ---
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> Bourbon Poem
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> BLACK MAGIC WOMAN
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> 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.
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> BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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Love this and I so relate with her doesn't matter that I'm not
Cajun
For I am a Black Magic Woman 💋😈❤️
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Re: BirdOfPrey's Bourbon Street Poetry:
DIR By: Divine Metamorphoses
Date: March 8, 2016, 2:30 pm
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--- Quote from: BirdOfPrey link ---
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> I sit on porcelain back bone
> Awaiting the gentle hugs of your words
> An embrace unknown by others
> Even those closest to your home
> Take your Dark ,I take your Light
> Make that perfect circle
> In the Element of uncertain time
> Balancing me straight
> Undead we always rhyme
> Unite
> Come together always
> One more time
> Fireworks
> The Atom Bomb of today
> Yes let us play, let us play,
> Let speak prose to you in candle lit room
> Lay you on an algorithm of rose pedals
> Words on each one to connect
> Poetry is our sex .....
> ©
>
> lol ok i hope more then Lady D gets that lol we are just
friends
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We most certainly are!
Passionate friends for the love of prose in its sensual basal
form😘
Standing here waiting
Longing
For your voice sublime
To help me unwind
Wash off the dust and debris
You take me back to a space and time
Our previous life
Free from this strife
Where we were true lovers
Of passionate fires
That flared each other's desires
Simply by gazing into each other's eyes
Which caused the green eyed monsters
Come shooting in and cause our death
Slowly as our breath expired
We clutched each other
Intertwined we chose to die
Gasping our last intake
Mine was yours, the last breath we take
That took us from this place
To the other space in eternity
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