"laveau" poems - Hello Poetry

Your advice is appreciated, but I think that instead of the 'three shining coins and a lonely crossroads' thing, I'll just write him a poem.

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Jan 12, 2011

Jan 12, 2011 at 1:42 PM UTC

marsha-singh

Thanks but no thanks, Madame Laveau

Your advice is appreciated, but I think that instead of the 'three shining coins and a lonely crossroads' thing, I'll just write him a poem.

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You matter to me, You art the ghost in coffee Clouds whistle around you Too much energy scares Hoi Poilloi but we rule these streets Call us out by righteous name Love is all you have in the Swamp I imagine it in the hot night Running from New Orlins Tide tryin to eat you Water mixed with kerosene There is suddenly no god My three year old daughter Left in that miserable Water, and nobody did a thing 9/11 was a kind of blackened day But when the Levees Break Nobody gets out alive Without money to roll It’s time to yell truth of my city Marie Laveau in all her forms She cried with me She held my hands and said: Do not lament forever Sorrow has its place & tyme Marie Laveau comes to me now: Saying Rise Up and Save This City Something so still, so solemn Guards the city of the yellow moon I feel it Almost reaching it Hands touch my eyes and I know them I dream of Big Chief Who flew from Heaven Bringing the saving of the 9th ward Nothing can save the 9th But Marie Laveau, both a dem Ave Maria’s No god no Saints came marching Saving my role on freeway overpasses Left there to be displayed, to die of thirst Where were you, oh God? We loved you even as we died of thirst In a country that could pf delivered rations to Iraq In less than six hours. We have been sacrificed to low cause No happiness shall come from this True badlands, had Saints, and Faith Nature took but once Government took it all & Left us standing Or dying in attics Screaming Save Our Souls

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC

AlisonWild

Save Our Souls

You matter to me, You art the ghost in coffee Clouds whistle around you Too much energy scares Hoi Poilloi but we rule these streets Call us out by righteous name Love is all you have in the Swamp I imagine it in the hot night Running from New Orlins Tide tryin to eat you Water mixed with kerosene There is suddenly no god My three year old daughter Left in that miserable Water, and nobody did a thing 9/11 was a kind of blackened day But when the Levees Break Nobody gets out alive Without money to roll It’s time to yell truth of my city Marie Laveau in all her forms She cried with me She held my hands and said: Do not lament forever Sorrow has its place & tyme Marie Laveau comes to me now: Saying Rise Up and Save This City Something so still, so solemn Guards the city of the yellow moon I feel it Almost reaching it Hands touch my eyes and I know them I dream of Big Chief Who flew from Heaven Bringing the saving of the 9th ward Nothing can save the 9th But Marie Laveau, both a dem Ave Maria’s No god no Saints came marching Saving my role on freeway overpasses Left there to be displayed, to die of thirst Where were you, oh God? We loved you even as we died of thirst In a country that could pf delivered rations to Iraq In less than six hours. We have been sacrificed to low cause No happiness shall come from this True badlands, had Saints, and Faith Nature took but once Government took it all & Left us standing Or dying in attics Screaming Save Our Souls

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Lost and bewildered, I sat on her knee; “Come here child, let me preach.” “Breathe into your life and unto God, you will pray.” Wide-eyed and despondent, I held the death letter; I made the circle, drew the stain. “Queen Laveau, take from me this sadness, shelter from me this pain.” A grin danced on her lips with the stain intact; white on black. “Saint Expedite, unsanctify this child, show him our ways.” The last words uttered to me, by The Mother Marie. This corpse wanders the earth, now alone; with an aching in its bones. One day I suppose she will come for me, and with that final breathe, I will say, “Voodoo woman, Come sing to me your lullaby so that I may pray.”

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Sep 12, 2011

Sep 12, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC

chelsea-codrington

Cottage on St. Anne Street: "Oracle du peuple."

Lost and bewildered, I sat on her knee; “Come here child, let me preach.” “Breathe into your life and unto God, you will pray.” Wide-eyed and despondent, I held the death letter; I made the circle, drew the stain. “Queen Laveau, take from me this sadness, shelter from me this pain.” A grin danced on her lips with the stain intact; white on black. “Saint Expedite, unsanctify this child, show him our ways.” The last words uttered to me, by The Mother Marie. This corpse wanders the earth, now alone; with an aching in its bones. One day I suppose she will come for me, and with that final breathe, I will say, “Voodoo woman, Come sing to me your lullaby so that I may pray.”

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