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esme Dec 2017
Rue
I sit in the sofa, sipping warm tea,
As the world around me shatters slowly .

I read a Cinderella story, a happily ever after;
All the while ignoring the sound of breaking hearts .

It gets unbearable, the cries for help;
So I close my book and turn to the real world:

The one where people violate for pleasure,
The one where people are devoted to materialism .

I see people of different cultures, races, genders and beliefs
All under the roof of destruction;
All bonded by one emotion: Grief.

There’s a toddler, crying;
Two figures lie next to him, lifeless.

I stand up from the sofa,
Tears forming in my eyes .

But I cannot move, I am being held back
By the rope of self-interest .
I'm still fairly new. Go easy on me :)
A couple wuz beading up
for a chi chi day
She drunkenly laughed
**** stained her dress

A olive skin woman
in golden glitter pasties
Offered neon *** shots
near 10 in the morning

A chubby girl dressed
in a black fishnet body suit
selling face paintings
while her supple *******
Jiggled in your face

A black man occupied
A most different plain
Sat behind two chess boards
wasn't gettin paid

Two SAP cars parked
At Royal Sonesta curb
idling to taxi exec sappers
back to the friendly skies

****** whippin glitter girl
Shakin her money maker
Lookin hard at her wares
What the hell she sellin?

Across the street
miked up bible thumper
Doin his groove thing
Raged against the ***** show
Ca ching ca ching ca ching

I ducked a bity bee
Flying at my face
I'm walkin Bourbon
Full of mighty grace

Hard Rock Guys
selling cannabis lollis
crowded corners bumpin
Ain't no trollies

boom box blastin
back beat samples
Who Dat Jazz?
muskrat rambles

Three card monte
Obstructive beggers
Kids banging on
5 gallon drums
Gimme a dime mister

Louie Armstrong Park
Congo Square
Where it at?
Gotta get there

***** Glitter still barking
Mardi ****** Gras tees
Snapchat Me Your *****
Ducked another bee

Kid put his two pails
In mid of the rue
Gotta pay the toll
Whatcha gunna do?

Music:
Mardi Gras Music

From NOLA Notes
2/18/17
scribbled from notes of jazz hajj
ryn Jul 2016
We all look up to the same sun.
To the same moon we confide.
We all look at them the same...
Hoping for the light of day...
Wishing for peace at night.

Unfortunately...
It seems that they are not just.
For their light is selective.
It is not available to those
heavily shrouded in the dark,
drenched in tears.
It seemingly favour those
who'd shamelessly croon for their boon.
Miscreants who shirk
their responsibilities and fears.

I beg you...
Guardian of day and sentinel in twilight.
May your arms be kind and fastidious.
May your reach be deliberate,
purposeful and extensive.
Find those who cry but without voice.
Cradle those who've made decisions
without the luxury of choice.
Shed some love so they could see
past their laboured breaths in mud.
Raise them to their feet
so that they might
have a fighting chance to live.
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
Rue
She stood, she smiled, I melted,

Then suddenly she left,

My heart could barely beat again,

My life, my love, bereft
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
you,
two,
had no clue,
what new blue shoes,
and going to zoo,
could do for you,

Drew,
to Rue,
on Cue,
had their eyes glued,
and new true,
that very few,
due,

Drew,
with Rue,
flew,
to Peru,
And lost their new,
Blue shoes,
But gained a new
Blue hue,

Drew,
and Rue,
got married in Peru,
Under their New,
Blue,
Hue,
english project had to ryme with one of the following words:
Her, him, he, she, we, me, you, they, their, there, they're,

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