Best Pirogue Poems

Diz Cajonne dey call Thibodaux
Paddle dis girl in his Pirogue
Den he see dem unmention
Dad tool stan at attention
She slap him stick HARD doncha' know

Dad pole shrink awful fas he yell whoa!
Sha, whad did you swat dad ting fo?
Now it at parade rest
Like diz bird in...

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Swamps are like places where dinosaurs roam  
shadowed by ancient moss-draped trees.        
A prehistoric world in shades of green.            
I paddle my pirogue through algae foam....

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I dare to hope and dream, 
Of flowers that never fade
Of splendid and exotic creatures
All living in perfect harmony. 
I dream of tranquil earthly paradise,
A keen euphoric garden of Eden,
Created by my one and true Lord.
Alas that man sinned and now
The garden of Eden is...

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The leaves were turning red and gold;
And frost was in the air.
When they rounded up the Acadians,
From Miquelon and Saint Pierre.

It was a time for groaning;
A cry from Cajun lips.
When they rounded up those Frenchmen;
And loaded them on ships.

So they came to "Louisiane;"
A strange and...

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In the wee hours of the morning
When the owls and imps were upon the marsh
We would take our old pirogue and paddle into the darkness
Our intent was to catch bullfrogs but anything was game 
We were two young boys armed with BB guns and fishing...

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My Cousin's Wedding


Weddings happen here by the dozen
All are fun, especially if a cousin

Get a new outfit, have to look good in the croud
Make the best of the time that is allowed

The bride and groom get set for the night
Alot of time and money go...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine country
where nothing but the raw material of life abounds,
a natural...

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Erstwhile his skin was beautiful as an obsidian, with great markings alongside his face, as was the likeness of the Benin people; an imagery so poignant and meaningful.
His shoulders were wide, his back strong and his mind resourceful.
In his quondam years, the mystery of the...

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IN TRIAL TIMES

Paddle!  Paddle!!  Paddle!!!
Paddle your pirogue down the valley
Even when your moment seems heavy
Spring to life in tasteless tingling time
Only the gritty nibbles with the rhythm of time.


© Martins Tomisin 2016...

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I remember the land of drums I was born
  bedded beneath great hanging nets;
          the sound of the conch and the horn.
My blue suitcase filled with stuff,
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(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler)


Haricot was tall and quite lean
In English they would call him String Bean
Haricot would often travel down the Bayou
by way of pirogue to visit with his sister Sue  

Every...

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 Dat Ole River (The Calcasieu)

Dats a lazy ole river, dats a muddy ole river.   
Dat river she flows on and on and on,                   ...

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*WHEN IT RAINS*

When ponderous rain slap earth like rocket
We envelope ourselves into big blanket
But others lie on the floor without jacket
With water rolling from the roof into their bucket
There they lie close to their wastebasket

Everybody respects the fog
Clothes flee the rope without utterance like a...

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     On spewing wave, our departing ride
     Crazed currents crack, an azure slide
     Freedom mingles in sea foam seethe
     Cobra throat coast gulps river relieve
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From primal atavism
            Navigating the procela
            with strong courage and faith
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