Long Crawfish out Poems

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

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On the 1st day of Christmas my hometown gave to me 
a ride in Rex's Mardi Gras parade

On the 2nd day of Christmas my hometown gave to me
2 mosquitoes buzzin' and 
a ride in Rex's...

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Meet My Robin "Hood"

"Hood" being the key word, the 
man who is a saver of souls 
lacking passion and adventure,

Robin "Hood" swept me off my 
couch where I had grown roots, 
eatin' chips n cookies...

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The South is best known for their Southern cooking, including some collard greens. All
Southern foods have been around since Abe Lincoln ended slavery for good and when
African-Americans have earned the right to vote. What's so...

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 Dat Ole River (The Calcasieu)

Dats a lazy ole river, dats a muddy ole river.   
Dat river she flows on and on and on,         ...

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I doff my fedora to the feller who invented pertater chips!
That genius developed the ideal thingy in which to immerse our dips!
How could we survive sans our weekly fix of Dominoes pizza pie,
Or a half-dozen...

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Here’s a little story bout Cajun santa
He lives in the swamp in Louisiana 

You can be naughty or you can be nice
Cajun Santa will never think twice

He’s not like the santa from the cold North...

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Summer time was filled with laughter and fun
Childhood remembered playing in the sun
Swimming holes and watermelon served ice cold
You can’t go home again, so I have been told
But home, I go,when my mind drifts back
To...

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Snow,
 never Heard of that
I all hear About 
is that Louisiana rain

oh Louisiana 
u know 
that state
with an event called mardi gras all year round
and we just live in the swamp
 yeah 
it’s that state...

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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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A Good Deed Gone Bad


Of many jobs my hubby had
    along with one full-time,
was pallbearer for funerals
    whenever it worked fine.

One day there was a huge request
  ...

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Time slips through my fingers like so much water and the fabric of existence drapes more loosely on my soul than has ever been my wish to experience. 
The royal garment makers here at court...

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Turnip Greens

Yesterday times were hard.
In October '29.
The mills "cut out" depression came,
The economy declined.

Stocks fell down and rich men died.
Black Tuesday brought disaster.
They jumped from windows on that day,
Cause money was their master.

In the embattled...

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"Return to Bourbon" (The Gritty Underbelly of New Orleans)


 I left my soul in a crawfish boil
 And my transgressions in a taxicab, Where the driver was blind in one eye
 And the meter was...

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I loved those trees, 
limbs draped in plump wild grapes, 
bursting with flavor on my tongue, 
while juice stained my fingers.
	
Tall cottonwoods shadowed 
the creek where we splashed—Sis,
brother, and I—and a giant sycamore 
shaded Granddad's...

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Lived in Tyler when I was ten
And not too far from my home
Was a creek in an open field
I often played there alone

The creek was very low one day
There was a funny mud mound
It made...

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Just North of South Carolina 
Is where this country boy was born
All I really cared in those growing years
Was the running through woods kind of fun

Those days I fondly remember 
There's no way you can...

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For love of night I claimed my fears released them to the moon 
like a crawfish in the sand I sifted through my magical runes 
seeking symbols and answers but only finding the quiet croon...

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I am from fast-food,
From paper plates and dinners in front of the t.v.
I am from the stale stubborn silence,
Eating away at smiles
I am from the Lily flowers, resting in the corner
The Willow tree begging to...

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When it rains
the grass grows greener
and thick like a forest of trees 
in my back yard
Mr. Bojangles, the housecat 
slowly stalks its prey 
of wizard-like lizards scattering away.

With nothing but the sounds of
crickets and cicadas
heard...

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Gumbo

When the cold wind blows in the evenings;
And the black snake can't be found.
When the rain falls on the pine trees;
And there's frost upon the ground.

When the rooster sets a'stewing;
And there's crawfish in the pot.
When...

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Old New Orleans

Written By:  D. Collins 10/21/14

Back in old New Orleans long, before Katrina came.
The Wild Tchopitoulas were the neighborhood gang.
They’d come with their own personal band.
Waking everybody up before 6am.


The old New Orleans...

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Give me my dumboy
The Bassa way
Let me swallow it like the fish of Jonah
Country soup with dried fish and monkey meat
Fresh crawfish and cold water fish from the St. John’s River

Dumboy- pounded cassava
Whiten and soften
Lying...

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Off Season Santa

Cajun Santa won’t ever be seen

Buying Christmas candy in New Orleans

He has a whole group of Elves back in the swamp

Making Cajun candy for the kids to chomp

Summer time Santa in his cutoff...

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That season comes and go,
The parties in the streets are hot.
Balls are held in name for the Krewe,
The Crowning of the King and Queen.

 Crowds are gathered down the cobbled roads.
Parades are rolling through,
Food cooking...

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