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serenity blaze
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0 posted 2006-05-19 03:40 AM


There was an old man
who stood when he could
with a fork pitch when
da weathah was good
there was an old man
a'guardin' the gate
he nevah knew nuttin'
'bout love or no hate
he was just standin'
right there in the way
of the road leadin' home
and all he would say
when asked, step aside
or git outta mah way
was the words he was trained
to mutter, he'd say

"Are you expected?"
He knew at a glance.
If you'se was a comin'
to drink and to dance,

"Are you expected?"
A Templar in stead
and Lawd help you Jesus
'if naught, y'was dead.

Crackin' the bones
of the claws of yer home:
A guest who expected
to suck someone's bone
out of the twistedness
fresh from the boil
damp in the listlessness
like dem dat toiled

and thought dey invited
t'dance fanciness
there at the party of
Bayou Segnette.

*  *  *

Freedom-oh-freedom
to come with a price
to make a man mighty
is subtract the nice

of all the eyes glowing
in subtle and bets
were closed at the knowing
of Bayou Segnette.

If you were invited?

quick, ye Confess

there at the party

of his magistrate

a purple ring glowing
and nothing was less
kiss it while knowing
your soul is a death
as you are bending a knee to a god:

Carlos Marcellos
was there in the fog

stinking of meat of the crab he had et
A blastard was born and became postulate.

Laughing at eagerness
hungry of eyes...
Dastardly growing
his horns on the side
of his head
as they kissed
the wrong ring
of the throne
Moulin Rouge knowing
the things that ye owned:

charging with interest
monies and bones
and if you have sense
you will birth only sons--
lest that your daughter

become

just like you...and y'know
the ruin and you feel the bruise:

she will be woman
and beget a price
wearing her heels
and clicking them thrice

And meat off the bones
unexpectedly sweet--
as they cracked the claws
of the finest crab meat

that fed from the crimes
and the people
they'd greet
at the barrooms
the guard grooms
the Hartz bakery
and La Cage Au Folles
it was there on Fourth Street
and sawdust was proof
on an "honest" man's feet
that he'd been a stray
down the plank and he'd plead:

"Forgive me, my mama,
my wife will be damned!"
His mother could slay him
with back of demand
and ask for her tribute
as green crossed the hand
and grandma would tell ma
"he's being a man"
and allow him

  to sleep

      on the stoop...


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a little something from the family archives


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Gentle Spirit
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since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989

1 posted 2006-05-19 08:32 AM


exceptional writing Karen especially

"Freedom-oh-freedom
to come with a price
to make a man mighty
is subtract the nice"

Brava lady...brava....


seek the flame within yourself
and let your soul be cleansed by
the fire of love.  Axel Ekenstierna

Allysa
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In an upside-down garden
2 posted 2006-05-19 09:52 AM


I feel like I'm inside a story when I read your poems, like things are actually happening and I can see them.

I like that.

ethome
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since 2000-05-14
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New Brunswick Canada
3 posted 2006-05-19 06:15 PM


Ah, nicely done kid!
What vivid images with a flavor of sage wisdom....Good work.

Eric

Martie
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4 posted 2006-05-19 06:22 PM


Yep, amazing how you captured the flavor...loved it!  
Midnitesun
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Gaia
5 posted 2006-05-19 07:37 PM


oh, getting to the guts of gumbo
what a price those claws demanded

sittin in that park (in my mind)
thinking
about a stinking little story
hiding in my closet
~a cold bone memory~
and some day
I'll tellya
over veggie gumbo
if there is such a thing

serenity blaze
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6 posted 2006-05-21 06:54 AM


I wanted to thank you all--

this is a place that is captive to my childhood memories--once upon a time, there was such a place and it danced the Night Train of my imagination, even then.

Thanks for reading.


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