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 before the party goers arrived.
She like using terms for the chores
which were incomplete and offered to
do them herself, Fee-end she spoke of the
staff lacking to clean both softshelled crabs
and the softshelled crayfish. They should be
I ed of put in the frig she said.
Leaving the crew of one puzzled. A hall of fame
to the genius who invents a robot who isn't afraid
of my tongue lashing. Until the both you and I are
are at best the seasoning of which is to follow.
The need to be on time and prudent.
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 light,
by the muddy waters,
she's a Cajun goddess,
and a voodoo queen's daughter.
She'll steal your soul,
with the sway of her hip,
she will take you to hell,
and make you beg for the trip.
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.
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 13, 2018 for contest CATFISH sponsored by CATIE LINDSEY
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 bar.
As I drew up near, my ride began
I should’ve feared that Creole woman.
What was in store, I did not know.
She waved me one, so I had to go.
She gave me love, oh yes, so much,
A helpless fool at her tender touch.
A night gone by, the best I ever had,
The kind of lover who drove men mad.
As morning came, I thanked sweet God,
But she was gone, and I was robbed.
I stumbled out onto the sand
I cursed her name, Creole woman.
My passport she left, that one small gift,
The cops said she’d given the many the shift.
The tropical waves lost their attraction,
I hopped a plane, got back to Jackson.
It started soon, the identity thieving.
Had to fight every step, the stress unceasing.
A lesson learned, but which still does vex,
The things that woman can do with sex.
Next time I vacation in Japan,
Far as I can get from 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 if
I had never existed elsewhere
her soft aroma lingers
left upon my rustling sheets...
Tonight I will sleep
on her side of the bed
because it still smells of her...
~ ~ ~ ~
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 creole woman!
Crowned de bloom,
as the birds that was born
in which the world exposition is now mine
in full.
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!
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