Long Bayou Poems

I am a singular event 
Occupying a particular span of time. 
I am a concrete mystic 
And an incurable skeptic 
Seeking an approximation 
Of peace and domestic tranquility. 
I am a Slavic soul brother 
Living...

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Her full name was Labyrinthia Pennyweight Babineaux, but her closest friends called her Libby. She was of blended French, German, and Native American heritage. Her Great Great Grandparents were said to have come from a...

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As promised to Sara Baker... here is the Night Before Christmas, 
Cajun style ~ by James Rice
                  ...

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I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only...

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The Circus Fat Man

This unusual man is truly a real sight to see as
“The Circus Fat Man” for a local Cajun circus.

He takes a sense of definite pride in being known
by this distinctive moniker, while...

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Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them...

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Students their little burning harmonies | you compos’d it 
One single gallery | public arras blasé debate re-placed
Sheets just- | cool on clothesline whiskered with wear.
Variousness was it| trusted its core | bayou, brilliant books
In...

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...He remembered his childhood,
Cajun stories of the bayou,
and one of an old witch doctor,
they claimed he still practiced voodoo.

He had seen the man once or twice,
he’d seemed rather old decades back,
but when Alex called some...

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Some folks believe it. Others do not. The legend told in the Bayou Cannot. The only witness who can swear that it's true, are the creatures who live in the bayou. The owl told the...

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Sand in sheets
scuffing skin and reminding 
last nights attire reaks like bonfire
 a hundred days like this 
   a sea of endless laughs rolling 
     like filmreels infinitely looped...

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There once was a ghost who loved the post 
He enjoyed the thrill of the periodicals fill 
Turning each page of the paper 
Geared to those who picked up an honest wage as waiters. 
There...

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Inland Empire Prairie Corn Garden of the West Land of Lincoln                        ...

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Cold nights and tree lights taught him to forget home.
He’s mellow tonight though, no telling what goes unknown.
He packs light and steps heavy and taps his fading flashlight and I bet he’s a lefty.
Duracell down...

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What really separates a dream from reality
dreams interrupt my reality 
I can never be certain of 
anything I think is real
My heart is like 11 banana peels 
Your heart
I want to steal
But I’m tired of...

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A query one respondent
     sent didst seem
tummy tubby sincere, possibly
     channeled by cyber sea men,
via bayou A true Britt, aye esteem,
sans abba ra ca dab invoked
 ...

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As I watch the rain coming down in measured bursts onto the dark waters of the vast bayou.
My mind notes the watery circles and bubbles that trace alligators asleep in the slough.

I check my lines...

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Well you better treat me good or I will
throw out an ancient Voodoo spell on you
dead men tell no tells especially when
at the bottom of a black water bayou
so you better treat me good, I’m...

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Can you hear the church bells ringing, along the Mississippi Bayou,
Or smell the fragrant perfume of the spring magnolia’s in
 Full blossoms bloom, oh how sweet the air of Louisiana,
It calls unto this country girls...

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I've been up a bit and down
a bit and hung around 
in river towns, when glory days 
and gamblin' boats were beauty to behold; 
long and sleek with shapely curves 
and ripe just like a...

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The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators 
And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests 
Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail
Of a sultry midsummer house party in...

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On a modern playground out by the Bayou
no see-saws, no merry-go-rounds to be seen-
Too dangerous, I'm guessing as we head to the swings
and I push her to the tops of the trees
I sing. And sing:
"Yellow...

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The early morning fog bathes the green slime and trees in a gray hue as birds flutter to and fro and squirrels scurry from their beds, playing a tag game of “You're it.” and an...

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I'll fall upon you like the darkness of night
With a thunderous spirit as you observe my jolting might
Bringing a rain that carries a peace
Washing away the heartache and allowing its release

You'll feel my presence like...

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I am Indian by birthright,
Simply black when it feels right,
A gender champion through and through,
A Southern Belle from the Bayou.

I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,
Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with...

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I wish I had a male man who was around my age, not married, not in a relationship, very understanding and willing to accept my imperfections.

I wish I had a male man where our communication...

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