Best Gras Poems

Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save...

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Mardi Gras parades are rolling the streets again
I watched 'Isis' from inside my windowpane
A king and a queen were pretending to reign
but from the colorful...

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Beads fly by
Kids grab for candy
Bands play Jazz
Spangled girls
Sweat and sugar sticks to me
Laughter fills the air 

Catch the beads
The floats go by us
Look at...

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'k kyk neer rivier
wat kronk'lend paaie baan
in dalle vloer
afgemat en steeds geboè
poele plas en blitsend 'kaats
drenkend dans palmiete gras
soos manne kras in kroee
dalk net dromend...

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Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story"  

On a hot, heavy night in Orleans,
Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest
An inviting, intimate moment, to...

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The words of the Zulu coconut,
a once coveted souvenir
from an indulgent visit
to festive Mardi Gras.
As our hero speaks
two mice nibble
unobserved
at his
coat. 

"Beads
were slung;
doubloons cast.
Grasping tourists
seized...

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Am Fuße der Berge
Versteckt sich ein enges Tal
Im Schatten der Gipfel

Annemonenblüten im frischen Gras
Erste zarte Boten des Frühlings

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At the foot of the mountains
Hides a narrow...

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Didn’t digest my all-dressed pizza
Suffering now from insomnia
A touch of every possible phobia
Mostly of ravenous bacteria 
And humongous tarantula
O yes, and the sordid mafia
Did I...

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This poem will certainly be a big hit
I'm throwing everything I've got and more into it
All the bells all the whistles all my poetic tricks
Rolling...

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With a tattoo of Dallas on one breast
She decided she wanted another
After a while she made a decision
To get a tattoo of Paris on the...

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They ply themselves to sculpting,
to fingernails and foie-gras,
those crafty cutters, carving, trimming.

Creations to delight the senses,
a dab of blush or sauce bearnaise,
a final glance, she's...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages...

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Anacreontic Verse
  Let The Good Times Roll

1t's Mardi Gras time
  in New Orleans
    the French say
    ...

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A Coffee Merchant was the first man to find,
The corpse as he started off on his daily grind!
What he saw filtered through, so he had...

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In da Big Easy
sipping on our Hurricanes
wandering to who-cares-where
Pass an old court-yard
Meters playing 'Cissy Strut'
Funk echoes down Bourbon Street...

*Art Neville (The Neville Brothers) was the...

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