Problematic punctuation
How could it be , mother dear , on my forehead , is it your Biloxi ? I had an entire morn, in good mourning, leaving for good, still it could! and in so many ways it is true, just know there to be true, at least to start somewhere, once again, forever, more!
I and thou, to know how, our buffalo in Henry Wordsworth Longfellow went on for an angling, to find them in two, to believe in threads, yes!!! we do!!!
And the pretty leader! here I come! He meows throughout a day,with his brightest may, as white pure as it can be, along the longest unbroken (frontage types of noises) along an once prevailing sea!
Tell him, mom, he needs to sigh, Bartholomew!
The day is done, wrap your unspoken words in clouds and shapes, with a blissful grace, and heal thy soul, through your biblical four!
The beloved unknown, went to fetch a ladder of stone, for no good reason, out from nowhere, came a big spider!
The evangelical holy water!
Categories:
biloxi, caregiving,
Form: Free verse
I left my hands behind miles ago.
My eyes drift 30 feet behind my body.
My heart waddles over hot gravel.
A Highway Dust Angel.
My brain took an Uber. My soul
Bought by a Buddhist back in Biloxi.
Categories:
biloxi, body,
Form: Free verse
Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
Death never looked so inviting as it does to the hopeless.
Silence is a teacher waiting in vain for her star pupil.
Categories:
biloxi, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
I once knew a gal from Biloxi
Who was known for being quite foxy
Often she was giving,
But made a good living
And sometimes she worked as a proxy.
written June 27, 2021
Categories:
biloxi, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Shoes Galore
What can I say?
Shoes make the personality of the day
Some red, white
Multicolored and bright
Or black and elegantly mysterious
Just for the night
The travels that take are near and far
Boston, Newport, Biloxi and more
Some are high
Some are low
Many different fashions just raring to go
Shoes shout out look at me!
Buy me!
Styling in shoes
Is the way to be
Once removed, their life fades away
And patiently that await
Wear another day!
Categories:
biloxi, fun, light,
Form: Rhyme
She was out there
out there in the dark
A brooding monster
deciding where to attack
Her fuel and her ammo:
Waters, warm Gulf waters
She attacked...
Howling, shrieking winds
Thirty feet of churning sea
A thirty foot tidal wave
A thirty foot Tsunami
swallowing the land...
Sent to purge?
Sent to cleanse?
Sent to teach?
God only knows
God and the Daughter
Mighty Mother Nature...
but she was horrible
horrible and beautiful...
Hurricane Camille
Biloxi/Gulfport/Bay St. Louis, MS
August 17-18, 1969
Deaths: 259
Tidal Surge: 28 ft.
Est. Wind speed: 225+MPH (The wind instruments were destroyed at 200 mph) Imagine an F-5 tornado reaching across the entire Mississippi Gulf Coast...Add a 28 ft. storm surge to that and you can imagine the destructive force of Camille. Those who witnessed the aftermath of the storm said it looked like an atomic bomb had been dropped.
Of the 259 deaths, 113 were caused in the state of Virginia due to catastrophic flooding...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBsHreetAe4
Categories:
biloxi, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Personification
Not a god, rather a goddess
brooding in the dark, 30 miles out
a lethal, murderous monster
deciding where to attack
and oh yes, did she attack
howling in fury, venting her rage
she attacked...
Wind gauges futile and flattened
She came to cleanse, to purge
cleanse our filth and purge our sins
Whipped up by God and Mother Nature
Sent to humble us, sent to teach us
to destroy our false Towers of Babel
our self-righteous, sacrilegious temples
She was horrible. She was beautiful.
We never learn...
*Hurricane Camille - August, 1969
Mississippi Gulf Coast
Wind speed estimated at 230 MPH
Written on: 12/29/2014
Source: Biloxi, MS residents
Categories:
biloxi, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Free verse
Today I ride the city bus
the vast bowl of Biloxi
spreading out on horizon
mannequins in windows
homeless people babbling...
Maybe life
is like riding a bus
God is the driver
I am the passenger...
Perhaps I could have
ridden the bus
with Rosa Parks
sit in the front by her..
If I had ridden
with Rosa Parks
I would have thanked her
for sitting next to me
for thinking of me...
On the city bus
you can be anyone
a Taliban terrorist
taking the bus into town..
I am anyone
on the bus
I know deep
down inside
I am no one
going nowhere
while children outside
ride broken back bicycles
In the empty mall
parking lot...
Categories:
biloxi, life,
Form: Free verse
I walk the sea
the sea walks me
along dancing waves
of green salinity
caressing my feet...
Towards the west
the sun sinks
off to New Orleans,
orange and red hues
paint my senses...
In New Orleans
beer drenched misty bars
host jazz musicians
playing a purple and yellow
Mardi Gras toot...
Back in Biloxi
the sea is breathing
rising and falling...
The moon is sighing
to a love lorn sea...
In my pocket
a picture of a girl
building sand castles...
Sister of the sea
pisces by birth...
the stars shine on my city
soon sky will open
sea green turning to sea blue...
None matches the beauty
I see gazing at you...
Categories:
biloxi, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Howling, shrieking winds
thirty foot tsunami
swallowing the land...
Hurricane Camille
Biloxi/Gulfport/Bay St. Louis, MS
August 17-18, 1969
Deaths: 259
Tidal Surge: 28 ft.
Est. Wind speed: 225+MPH (The wind instruments were destroyed at 200 mph) Imagine an F-5 tornado reaching across most of the Mississippi Gulf Coast...Add a 28 ft. tidal wave to that and you can imagine the destructive force of Camille. Those who witnessed the aftermath of this storm said it looked like an atomic bomb had been dropped
Recommended reading: Accounts of the hurricane party at Richelieu Apartments in Pass Christian, MS
Categories:
biloxi, nature, weather,
Form: Haiku