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Every Compliment
Is A Plea For Compliance
An Expectation Of
Rewarding Response.

ASMR With Tender Fingers
And A Pretty Stick
Across Your Bare And
Tender Supple Skin.

Whelp! Whelp! Whelp!
With A Sweet Carrot
Kiss To Every Nostril
Carefully Planted. 

-Gray Squirrel

06-21-2025

A Poem to trace back Niaz Murshed,the Internationally acclaimed Chess Grandmaster

The latest news about the Chess Grand master told the web space
That he joined the Independent University.
It took me to the referral of Time “Epoch,”
As the time travels through the walls of Jerusalem that boasted about 
God chosen people and Godforsaken people
As the power club that boasted that they are the grammar book of ruling
That will be decisive in ruling the border wall and ruling the ordered paul
Are they not transitory after the longest day, for a long forgotten gown
That never took me to any convocation, or any place other than
Howls, growls or a frowning town?
As they too, understood I yearn sometimes, for an incomplete poem
To cast in situ in wrinkle free attire and casual gabardine pants.
Is it too hard to let the past go? Or, that too, falls in the category of fornication?
After all they never had to toil like elders for a non graduated school dress
To avoid a Kaplan failure , eternally to sit  there in Baton Rouge!

End of An Era

She became a symbols of American pride,
as she made her run down the tracks.
Those big drivers turning eight wheels
and smoke pouring from her stack.
Pulling cars from Chicago to Memphis,
on across that Delta Land,
running down to Baton Rouge and over to the Gulf Coast sands.
She saw the Yellow Dog run where the Southern Cross the Dog
ate shrimp in New Orleans and ribs from a Kansas City hog
She pulled corn out of Illinois and a load of wheat to sell
Rumble on down to Mississippi on the Monday Morning Rail
The engineer, with his hand on the whistle,
keeping the train on time.
His schedule became a badge of honor,
As he ran the railroad line.
He rolled through village and town
then turned the throttle loose,
A hundred tons of solid steel, a
hundred cars and a caboose.

She was called “the future of America,”
Before the diesel took her place.
She kept her date with destiny and lost 
In the final race.  
History has told the story of an era
that has come and gone,
A hundred years of running the rail, 
the steam engine has sung her song.

Should the Levee Ever Break, Act 1, Scene 1, Part 3

Bumblebee Babineaux, the younger daughter, has just reached the age when self-confidence makes the most sense. Bumblebee is generally a pleasant, well-mannered girl, with a smile like freshwater pearls, and sparkling emeralds for eyes. However, being a middle child has its disadvantages, to her way of thinking. She is often righteously intolerant of her precocious younger brother, Gnat, who takes every advantage when left unsupervised to rummage through Bumblebee’s dresser drawers, curiously examining all her girly-girl things. Bumblebee is very protective of her girly-girl things, especially her large collection of jazz musician stickers. But more regretfully, she is envious of her beautiful and talented older sister, Labyrinthia, who is currently in Baton Rouge studying to become a yoga instructor. Bumblebee harbors an incipient resentment toward her older sister that will have dire implications in the story about to unfold.

Free Bird's Last Flight

Free Bird's last flight 

I Need You
Midnight Rider
Tuesday's Gone
Simple kind of man
Caught Up In You
Gimme Three Steps
Hold On Loosely
Call Me the Breeze
One Way Out
These Eyes
Blue Sky
Free Bird

Dedicated to Ronnie Van Zant, Steve Gaines, and backup singer Cassie Gaines, and the flight crew who died October 20, 1977 on a chartered Convair CV-240 bound for Baton Rouge, Louisiana, five miles northeast of Gillsburg, Mississippi.

Seniority Blues

Times they are so much a-changing
as Dylan proposed Bob and not Dylan
who was a genius but also a drunkard 

When black seems white 
and white appears black
grey silver hair is reaching 
its tune and completion

Tim is told he needs a new quartet 
Time Place Reason and Feeling

And yet he sings the Seniority Blues

Age is surely no achievement 
and youth no transgression
but the pendulum has swung
dialectics require constant change

Surely he needs to hand over the baton
Baton Rouge? Baton Royal Marine? Beating retreat?

Why should he go with the proverbial times
when the times refuse to go with him?

Tim prefers intuition over merely following the crowd


03rd October2018

Reference to: 

Bob Dylan 'The times they are a-changing'.
Dylan Thomas, the Welsh writer.
Baton Rouge in Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose,
('Me and Bobby Mac Gee' written by Kris Kristofferson
but more convincingly sung by Janis Joplin).

Filter Kings

Two years and a couple of weeks and I will be on the road again. Back from living right and ready to start living wrong. Ain't that a *****. But I got a pocket full of money gotta last me till they burn me on beach of Lake Bistineau. Not much to hope for but a redneck's dream gets lost in double wides, Pearl beer and filter kings. I'll see you in Houston. I'll see you in Baton Rouge, I'll see you Oxford if your shoes ain't too blue. Until then my friend I'll see you in the Bayou, Syd & Harry's, Foresters, Magoos, and all those place we used to get lost.

Bathroom Prayers

The only time I prayed or the first I can remember are the ones from bathrooms. Snorting lines of coke off the back of a toilet praying that no one caught me. Or in the bathroom at my mother's losing my mind from all the LSD I've eaten praying I don't stay like that. Or in the bathroom where I use to cook meth praying that I didn't blow the place up. Praying in my brothers bathroom because I think my heart is going to explode. Praying in the bathroom of the courthouse downtown that the judge wouldn't throw me away for life. Praying in the bathroom of a hotel in Florida because the guys corvette I stole is pounding on the door. Praying in the bathroom at Baton Rouge general that my baby wouldn't be deformed.

Bobby Mcgee - the Police Report Version

BOBBY MCGEE  -   THE  POLICE REPORT VERSION

Unemployed and destitute in Baton Rouge
Intending to steal an illegal ride on a train
Feeling tired from too much drink
Bobby sexually allured a truck driver to stop
He took us to New Orleans in the rain
I withdrew my harmonica from my filthy scarf
And played  some chords while Bobby sang
For the entire duration of the journey

We lived like hobos from coast to coast
As close croneys and illicit lovers
But she decided  (wisely)
To abandon  me at Salinas
And try for a more meaningful life
I would (foolishly) exchange my entire future
To return to that past hand-to-mouth existence
And especially the illicit sex with her

Freedom simply means all is lost
“Nothing” itself is valueless, therefore free
Feeling good was an easy  option, and that
Seemed sufficient to us both then 

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Just a fun piece, written by  a devoted fan of 
Kristofferson,  writer  of many great songs.  
I have tried to paraphrase the story as closely as possible.

Running For My Life

A teen when Mom died

Five young brothers and sisters

Dunn supported them

Pro football player with heart

Started running for his life


Written for Brian Strand’s Ekphrasis contest.  

Former NFL running back Warrick Dunn not only managed to support his own family 
but started building homes for other families when he played with the Tampa Bay 
Buccaneers.  In “Running for my Life” he describes how he later met face-to-face 
with the man convicted of shooting and killing his mother Betty, a Baton Rouge, 
Louisiana police officer.

Don'T Know Where-

I don’t know where you are,
Even though you have GPS,
On your Jaguar.
She knows your every step.
You give her your best.

I don’t know if you’ll come back,
Even if I agree to be friends.
She has you wrapped around your finger,
Thoughts of you constantly linger,
Day in, day out, every minute, every second,
You’re with her I reckon.

You could be in Monroe,
But I don’t know for sure.
You could be in Chicago,
Chillin’ with her and your family.
I certainly wish I was her.
You could be in Huntsville,
Giving her all of the thrills.
You could be in Baton Rouge,
Putting her in the mood.

I don’t know what to do
I don’t know else to say
But I that I love you
I don’t know where you are
Even though you have GPS 
On your Jaguar.
I wish I knew your every step
I wish you gave me your best.

Bye-Bye Birdy

Gotta get to Phoenix
No I gotta go to bed
If you try to talk to me again
I'll just pretend I'm dead
Babe you made me mad tonight
Now I'm leaving at first light

So see ya later
Nothing wordy
No sad love note
Bye-bye birdy

Twisted hanky in my lap
Marker red trailing a map
Finger pointing where to find it
And my footsteps just behind it
What's chafing you is burning me
Now I'm about to set you free

So see ya later
Nothing wordy
No sad love note
Bye-bye birdy

Gotta get to Phoenix
Baton Rouge or Montreal
Drop a postcard to the folks
They'll worry after all
Years of you and none of me
Finally took its toll you see

So see ya never
Nothing wordy
Just a love note
Bye-bye birdy

Black and Gold

Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.

Young and old,
True fans of the New Orleans Saints.
We have been through the storm.
We have had to mourn,
But a new way of life is about to be born.

Black and white,
We’ve fought the fight,
And won!
No more being the laughing stock,
A new chapter in our lives has begun.

Red, white, and blue,
The time is due,
To show us respect,
To recollect and rebuild
The Heartbeat of America.
Yes, people claimed to be scared of us.
The people of the N.O. want the U.S.,
And the world to know,
That we are the best,
That we passed the test.

Black and gold
Floods our hearts’ bayou,
And to our dear Saints,
We love you!
Black and gold 
Is in our soul,
We’ll march with you in the Super Bowl,
And back to the Superdome,
Our own home,
With a trophy in our hands,
Because of diligence,
And favor of the big man.
Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.



wrote 1-27-10
Written by Nicole S. Brown, music teacher at
Park Forest Elementary School, Baton Rouge, LA,
Native of Monroe, LA, and former resident of New Orleans, LA

Celebration

In the year 2003,
both Southern University
and Louisiana State University
won national football championships
A monster celebration followed
in downtown Baton Rouge
It was broadcast live on local TV
There were speeches by the coaches,
alumni and players from both teams
and the presidents of both schools

But oh, the ceremony finale
Yes the finale was sight to behold

Both bands, in full costume dress
stood side-by-side together
and played a slow, majestic version
of our National Anthem...
Oh-say-does-that-star-spangled
banner-yet WAAAAVE!!...
A two second pause
(which seemed like an eternity)
O'er-the-land-of-the-FREEEE!!
(Cameras scanning the audience
People shedding tears
Overcome with emotion and pride)
And-the-home-of-the----BRAAAAVE!!

The cheers and applause
shook the whole town...

***Southern University won the Black College Football National Championship that year. Their band is well-known and considered to be one of the best in the country, having played at The White House and several Super Bowls...

Louisiana

would marry any
any girl from baton rouge
the private open house

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