Cajun Poems - Poems about Cajun

...A fanta see overrides reality! Hello? I like to get positioned for sixty nine. Are you looking for a scheming, schlepping, and schvitzing writer? natural body and laid-back vibe?? I'm al......Read the rest...

...Who is/was Jamie Ashworth? Written roundabout October 31st 2017, yet nary a handy dandy blue's clue Jimmy Neutron Spongebob SquarePants exists about real or imagined gal in question, and pres......Read the rest...

...As promised to Sara Baker... here is the Night Before Christmas, Cajun style ~ by James Rice ~ ~ ~ ~ Twas the night before Christmas an'......Read the rest...

...Font Din Black so u real??? Warning! The following choppy, batty, dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, sketchy material prone to find the r......Read the rest...

...As I watch the rain coming down in measured bursts onto the dark waters of the vast bayou. My mind notes the watery circles and bubbles that trace alligators asleep in the slough. I check my line......Read the rest...

...The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail Of a sultry midsu......Read the rest...

...Recluse by dint of circumstance Proud anonymous troglodytes forerunners of mine confronted threats less horrific than forty fifth commander in chief of United States of America. He/him (ma......Read the rest...

...Her name was Isabella She came from New Orleans Hair as black a raven's back Eyes of deepest emerald green Said she was a sorceress On this she had been weaned Had no doubt that she was Exac......Read the rest...

...Listen Up, all good citizens of Milton Creek If it's a night on the town and good food you seek Come over to Aces With your smilin' faces The Grand Reopening's tonight. Come, take a peek!......Read the rest...

...I am The Man on the White Horse Who rides through your dreams, The bells on my bridle clanging Like shattered tambourines, And my right hand is a banjo And my left hand is a pick And I bring ......Read the rest...

...I've been doin' time, sittin in this jail cell for too long. Yea, I made mistakes because I was headstrong when I killed Isabelle, but it's what she deserved. She ran off with my coke and money. T......Read the rest...

...They rolled like a mountain, out of New York city. I heard Cajun Lady, from The Fat'sby Twas back in the day, Nineteen- Seventy. You know she was a lover, His Mississippi Queen. I heard Caju......Read the rest...

...When it rains the grass grows greener and thick like a forest of trees in my back yard Mr. Bojangles, the housecat slowly stalks its prey of wizard-like lizards scattering away. With noth......Read the rest...

......He remembered his childhood, Cajun stories of the bayou, and one of an old witch doctor, they claimed he still practiced voodoo. He had seen the man once or twice, he’d seemed rather old de......Read the rest...

...Artfully dodging explosive solutions pretending shackles restrained prisoner lobbed pseudo Molotov cocktails kindly, loosely, and mutinously linkedin liberal short (make believe) chain leashe......Read the rest...