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The Big Tuba

The soups and  breads were fixed 
know seemed to have interest
In that. One commented that the
Chickens used in the soup were as
big as geese, naming one kingKong. 
Garlic and margine was used with
Garden herbs to create the croutons. 
He would be a one man ed gang to
complete all the tasks still needed to
be done

Categories: creole, basketball, culture, dance, film,
Form: Ballad

King Creole

In nineteen thirty five, in the eighth of January 
His kingship first saw light in Tupelo, Mississippi 
Under the Capricorn, there he met the sun shining 
The rising Sagittarius graced the light of his beginning 

Somewhere in the ghetto, he was raised and learned to sing 
In the fierceness of the storm, he learned hard

Categories: creole, appreciation, history,
Form: Rhyme

Mississippi Masala

Hair as long as the Mississippi River,
Eyes as dark as a bayou on a moonless night, 
kiss as sweet as a honeysuckle flower, 
and as dangerous as a rattlesnake bite.
She's a southern sinful delight.
Baptized by fire, 
she ain't like any other, 
her kind of lovin' 
makes the devil run for cover.
 Dancing in the fire

Categories: creole, culture, deep, desire, french,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Creolebourne

The absence of copula, 
black and white to and fro,
Pidgins broke the rules.

Yu spik a long tang,
ol rul mas stop, Braddah.

Into colonial subjugation,
Pidgin has no future, stalemate.
Falls under freedom of slavery,
let's have an interracial,
the bukkake of licentia poetica.

Categories: creole, freedom, tribute,
Form: Etheree

I Am Woman

I am dipped in burnt sage
smudged with black skin
Choctaw infused in my DNA
Creole seasoning the roux 
in my bloodline
I slow simmer
for I am daughter of
strong warrior
Too powerful to
give up
cause surrender is
an unfamiliar name
to my lineage
My hair kinks just right
Bones and muscles designed
to balance the
world on my back
I can birth a generation
and feed it plentiful
from the

Categories: creole, africa, appreciation, beautiful, deep,
Form: Free verse

Creole Catfish Stew

Chilled white wine
A glass for the chef

Creole seasonings
A meal in a dish
A Southern delight

Chunks of catfish fillets
Corn and lima beans
Simmering till sublime

Gather around
If spicy stew's what you want
Help yourself

Cayenne pepper
Tabasco sauce
There’s even a bit of wine left



AP:  3rd place 2020

Submitted on October 7, 2018 for contest OCTOBER NO.2 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

and May

Categories: creole, appreciation, fish, food, uplifting,
Form: Free verse

Creole Woman

I went down to the Caribbean Sea,
An island paradise ahead of me.
I meant to go for just another lay,
So I went and got myself smashed that day.

I saw he standing there, with coal black eyes,
And long dark hair, that didn’t disguise,
The curves she had, caught me off guard
She was the finest thing down in that

Categories: creole, anger, betrayal, corruption, love
Form: Narrative

A Creole Townhouse

I visited New Orleans years before hurricane Katrina where hundreds were killed and
eighty percent of the city was flooded.  I saw the Mardi Gras Parade, I listened to
jazz music on Bourbon Street and I took a tour of the French Quarter, the Vieux
Carre, the oldest and most unique neighbourhood in New Orleans.  I

Categories: creole, city,
Form: Haibun

Scent of a Creole Woman

Louisiana creole lady
filled my weekend
ghost of lust lingers
my room silent as a flower
scent of powder and perfume
hangs in the air...

The ruins of our pleasure
sound of the sea
pages turning
her nearness enchanted me
perfume of wildflowers
moonlight and dew...

The fragrance of her skin
smell of her shampoo
breezes through as I inhale
the feel of her soft body
and deep wet kisses...

It was

Categories: creole, desire, love, memory,
Form: Free verse

A Creole Woman

With her skin all over the castle breath,
growing so fine and fiery,
waiting for men through the spring,
countless as a dozen, 
I wait for my turns to give her my passion 
in red roses.

Are they in full range, a moment for me,
which I need only a minute to comply,
the faith of a man in love?

Oh, my

Categories: creole, women,
Form: Free verse

The Creole Soul Hot Jazz

Slow drawn, steeping tea bags, in an etched glass pitcher,
Lazily infuse its Oriental musk into the sun warmed brew.
 My ice crackles along with the thunder over the great Mississippi
As the ewers’ spout releases the torrents of Southern comfort 
Into the tall, foggy, frost laden glass; I await my fill.
A frigid sip chafes my lips

Categories: creole, introspection, music, places,
Form: Free verse

Creole Pelau

Black-eyed peas and jasmine rice
Jerk chicken flavored
with cinamon spice and  flakes 
Oregano blend
End this meal with a
  tall Rum punch 
Yum!

Categories: creole, food,
Form: Epulaeryu