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I Remember New Orleans
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I Remember New Orleans |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
* Again, remember that the re-construction and healing process for New Orleans continues one year today, and here's just a couple of sites you can contribute in helping the survivors of Katrina. I'm going to give more blood this weekend, and also am contributing $25 to Mercy Corps I won this weekend in on-line poker, who I feel are doing a great job assembling "Mercy Kits" for the families affected by Katrina. ********************************** Charity Navigator http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm/bay/content.view/catid/68/cpid/310.htm Mercy Corps http://www.mercycorps.org/index.php?sections_id=3&subsections_id= 28&items_types_id=7&items_id=830&source=1050 ********************************** *  I Remember New Orleans By: Noah Eaton 8/31/05 I remember southern comfort and Caribbean pageantry, Hurricanes, parades and humidity, king cakes, streetcars and closer walks with thee, Jesus knows I need you closer than ever, closer than ever… I remember sazarecs on the house and bayou blues, horse carriages ambling down Esplanade Avenue, flowers of Faubourg Marigny and zydeco voodoo, speckling fish ponds long half-shallow, fish ponds long half-shallow. Déjà vu can return and give way, each time I sojourn down the Vieux Carré, like the xeranthemum grown between the cobblestone rues, I deal with another death then life renews… And when it is dark enough you can still see the stars, for everyone who asks receives and all who seeks finds, and when you can’t find a firm place to stand, (Talitha cumi) Little girl, arise. I remember cayenne pepper aromas from Uglesich’s, silver dime chimes and flyin’ horses, huck-a-bucks, passion marks and gris-gris, hey, bay-bee, if you need a new song in your mouth, I’ll share you mine… Déjà vu can return and give way, each time I sojourn down the Vieux Carré, like the xeranthemum grown between the cobblestone rues, I deal with another death then life renews… And when it is dark enough you can still see the stars, for everyone who asks receives and all who seeks finds, and when you can’t find a firm place to stand, (Talitha cumi) Little girl, arise. The flashing lights can blind me, my lungs can deflate as I’m screaming, the levee I’ve built can always break… …but here we are together, let’s make it through the night like twelfth night revelers, these tears may be our food now but we’ll survive… And when it is dark enough you can still see the stars, for everyone who asks receives and all who seeks finds, and when you can’t find a firm place to stand, (Talitha cumi) Little girl, arise. And when it is dark enough you can still see the stars, for everyone who asks receives and all who seeks finds, and when you can’t find a firm place to stand, (Talitha cumi) Little girl, arise. . . . . . I remember fire and I remember rain, constant sorrow and cruel plagues, I remember graves built above other graves, but I also remember through the chaos, God will turn to us and hear our cries… …little girl, arise, we’ll make it out of this alive… "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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Dublin Boy Member
since 2006-08-26
Posts 102UK |
A very strong and moving poem, full of apt imagery and feeling. Well done indeed. Regards, Bill |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I am so filled with emotion from your words, I can barely write this reply. So incredibly moving. Your loving, compassionate heart truly makes you extra-special. You would save the world if you could ~ yet, if everyone on the face of the planet did as you do, it would be saved... May the Phoenix rise again! EA |
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Misty Lilacs Senior Member
since 2005-11-15
Posts 1060White Birch Forest |
Noah dear friend, you are amazing. I don't drop in often, but am glad I did today to read your heartwarming yet tearful words. I have to agree with Linda, if you could save the world, you would. And if everyone thought as you, we'd have world peace and 'flowers in our hair.' Love ya babes, Marti To the world YOU may be one person, but to God YOU are the world! |
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