Long Biloxi Poems

He was coming.
He was coming fast.
He was coming to pay us a visit.
A brooding, lethal monster 30 miles out.
He was coming straight at us
and nothing or no one could stop him

Our house was on the...

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When it comes to making friends from the South, it's like everybody's welcomed in their
communities. But when it comes to being with a bunch of attractive Southern belles, that's
so awesome. she's got plenty of style...

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On August 29, 2005, the "Rain and Rain and more Rains came", destroying everything we had worked a lifetime for.  My home that we had just finished building, one year ago, all our furniture,...

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We sang along to the lyrics that he wrote  
Dancing and swaying to the music he composed
They’re all great in there own way 
Let’s  go back in time to that day
Where were you...

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Word Lyric #5 for Music
“Wishing for Another Wish”

Been wishing for the end of succumbing spring,
Now counting the days to begin a summer fling,
Wishing for a new start as time rounds the bend,
I have red roses...

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Cottonmouth, dirty south 
Mustard biscuits, shut my mouth 
Down the Gulf of Mexico 
Running down Casino Row 
Through the miles of slot machines 
Making music, chasing dreams 
How far I'm going, I don't know 
Ain't...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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