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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
The Little Skiff Slips through the water, following Swamp Trails.
Soft Light of a Bayou Moon in the Mist, on right the splash of Gator Tail
As it hunts in the Moonlight, Twinkle of Neon Blares through the reeds,
From a Swamp bar Southeast of Lake Charles, Fiddle and Wash board,
Scrap , over Sweet Chords of Accordian Tunes drifting in the mist, As a
Patron of the Bar stirs coals on the bonfire, Drunken Guests Cut a Rug
On rolled out linoleum, Et Toi a Night of Bon temp Roulle on the Bayou
Inside the door, for some Cat fish and Red Beans & Rice with a cold brew
The Old Juke Box Plays Aaron Nevilles "If Tear Drops were Diamonds"
As the Band takes a Break, fiddle laying at Bars end Winks in Orange
To the flash of the Beer Sign, Uncle Solacess Raises his glass to the Moon
A high toast to La lune ete Amour de Coure, A Drunken Fight breaks out
Old Family issues, the contenders hugging and laughing over fresh Beers
As I Stumble out the door, just as the Zydeco strikes up I crank up the skiff
As I float into the fog, Bon Temp Roulle under Bayou Pale Moonlight
C'est bien de te voir, A bientot Au Revoir Bonne Nuit et Beau Reves....
.................................................................JMF 10/114
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Release your full passion upon me ma sorciere bel ete.
Embrace me & hold me in your woman hood forever...
Never set me free.
Only you are yin for my yang....we are moon & sun.
We were never two ships that passed in the night..
You are my everything.
Release your heat and lust upon me ma sorciere bel ete.
My hearts desire...my dreams come true...was & is you.
I am forever lost in you.
Bind my heart to yours with invisible chains de l'amour.
I am your willing captive love......I never sought freedom.
Betty Ponder...Je t'appartiens pour toujours!
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
The Newfounlander,
Wrapped in her blanket,
Was laid behind the new shed.
The hole bled with water.
She rose as Lazarus,
Caked with dirt.
The shovel mixed her in with earth.
A Christian marker denoted the place
Where lovely Ete lay.
But the girls were coming home,
Unaware of the interment;
Katie asked George to dig,
But George had been a farm boy,
So Katie manned the *****
She was bloated,
Washed and brushed;
Then viewed on her clean blanket.
The shovel was in the shed.
Crazy Katie took the family
To the Vet's for cremation.
George followed silently,
With ***** boots and blisters,
And not a whisper
To the sisters
That Mom's gone dog-gone mind.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Love an thy be brief:
a fire; doth ete
the flames it mete
and chars the meat.
Love an thy be long
a river; e’er
rampant as air
and never err.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
together
they resemble an avalanche rather than a summer's heat
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC