Best Beignets Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection and I profess it will be made available to all...

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Sheriff Koplin has ridden East to gather a few other folks who decided to leave the city and head West, hoping to settle in Milton Creek. I'm sure whoever they are will be good people and will be made as welcome as the Bakers were....

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The Crescent City

Ancestral roots are calling me
to Crescent City near the sea.
A city with its past displayed
where long ago the pirates played.

The glowing lights of Vieux Carré;
Café du Monde’s belov’d beignets,
and Creole foods prepared with flare;
it’s been so long since I’ve been there.

The Cajuns live...

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The Big Easy

Brash lady of the south, home of jazz and blues,
party town USA, brawling port of the nation, 
melting pot of cultures, the city of Hope,
and Queen of the Nile of the Americas....

.....She's the Big Easy..

Yes, I know there is Bourbon Street where you...

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Lagniappe 
 
Wide plantation shutters open 
  With the laziness of 
 	Summered streams 
To blink against the shimmering reflections 
 Of brilliant midday 
   Dancing on the cobblestones, 
  	Mingling 
         ...

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Memories of childhood.



I weep hidden among the shadows of my stained glass window.
I long for the scent of magnolis when the wind blows.
Sunrise over plantations casting shadows,
under the old oak trees,
with dangling moss, as the winds toss,
the echoes of children's voices through the air.
Dream! Do...

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How beautiful are the creations,
that are beyond all explanations.
What lies forever of foundations,
the very majestic plantations.

Voices of opera soaring high in the wind.
The harp and piano linger at the end.
The southern climate in the spring will bring,
field hands ready for cotton picking.

Blooming white cotton fields...

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On the 1st day of Christmas my hometown gave to me 
a ride in Rex's Mardi Gras parade

On the 2nd day of Christmas my hometown gave to me
2 mosquitoes buzzin' and 
a ride in Rex's Mardi Gras parade

On the 3rd day of Christmas my hometown...

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We've got jazz on every corner,
Bourbon's just around the block
If you need a quiet place, 
I can take you to The Locks


You're probably here for the Quarter,
Maybe Mardi Gras too
Come around next year,
And you can join the Krewe!

Come for the beignets
Stay for a "Jambalaya, and...

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Poor soldier Andrew Jackson who
Attacked the British after peace 
Was signed three weeks before at Ghent.
Unnecessary bravery 
Is no less admirable for that.
He waves to patrons eating their
Beignets at the Café Du Monde.
Astride a horse, saluting with
His bicorn hat, and stern of face,
He looks less...

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Go to Massachusetts for its chowder,
in Maryland you’ll find tasty crab cakes.
Texas has their famous beef brisket rub,
KC says it’s good BBQ they make.

Head to Maine to dine on some lobster,
Florida’s Coconut Shrimp is best.
Montana cooks some fine mountain oysters,
Colorado’s lamb chops top off the...

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The all-too-tall set of stairs, straight up
from the front door; upset of falling,
the slipping, tumbling,  scares the fist
to hang tight the rail, take your time
descending in lack of light, except for
the landing’s chandelier. Enter

the ominous mirror - the vanity oval
swallows the queen-sized bed; nightmares
end...

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a gorgeous Eiffel tower is in the background of Peachtree Boulevard
We know it is not THE Eiffel tower, but it is amazing to see anyway
Atlanta Georgia has a flair all her own, her desserts are legend.
Hostas, foxglove, azaleas and wisteria trees line this piece of...

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"Return to Bourbon" (The Gritty Underbelly of New Orleans)


 I left my soul in a crawfish boil
 And my transgressions in a taxicab, Where the driver was blind in one eye
 And the meter was stabbed.
 The gutter gurgles like a gospel hymn
 Also, the...

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