Long Mardi Poems
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Christmas is a holiday celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. It is a season of giving gifts, spending time with family, and spreading peace Christmas is one of the Holiest days on the calendrer.:Bells, chimes, and brass instruments are most commonly associated with Christmas music and holiday traditions. People decorate evergreen trees, hang stockings, sing carols, give gifts, and eat a large feast with family.People call Christmas pagan because its date of December 25th and many popular holiday traditions overlap with ancient Roman and Germanic winter festivals.Culturally and commercially, Thanksgiving functions as the official kickoff to the broader Christmas shopping and holiday season in the United States
Fat Tuesday: Fat Tuesday (also known as Mardi Gras or Shrove Tuesday: is a celebration the final day of Carnival season (also called Mardi Gras). It is the day to party and eat rich, fatty foods before the somber season of Lent starts the next day.
It is custom for people to wear purple, green, and gold. They celebrate watching parades, catch plastic beads, and eat king cake. or donuts People decorate evergreen trees, hang stockings, sing carols, give gifts, and eat a large feast with family. People call Fat Tuesday "pagan" because its carnival traditions and feasting customs trace back to ancient Roman spring and fertility festivals like Saturnalia and Lupercalia Brass band tunes, funk anthems, and jazz standards define Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras) celebrations.Lent is a 40-day Christian season of spiritual preparation, fasting, and penitence that leads up to Easter. Takes place in spring (February to April), focusing on repentance, fasting, and reflection before Easter.
Christmas musical terms differ, words that describe different types of song are,Waits,Cantata,The "Christmas Chord,Pastoral,Noël,and Carols Music for fat Tuesday is usually more live and upbeat.Terms that decribe the sounds are Vamp,Cakewalk,Call and Response,Syncopation and Second Line. It is always important to know what ypou are saying when it comes to music. As well known uniter it is also one of the most disive instruments in planning.Music is divisive because it is deeply tied to our personal identity, emotions, and how our brains are wired. Respecting what people like and love is very important!
I love the month of February,
The shortest and coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like Feb is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amidst treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen and solid near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.
February is the season of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, Pristine,
Snowy, short, Pure, dark, and lovely; Feb’s now
The celebratory month of Black history,
One wonders why and how
We get the shortest one. It's another story
That we should let the nomad seagulls
Decipher. No bathers on the sandy beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.
February is a month of a kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And hardcore lovers dream warmth under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.
Copyright © January 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Behind the polished brass and red cedar
She lifts the florescent bottles and glasses
At her own classy pace
She’s earned that right by now
I understand well
Her beauty a galaxy
Bundled in dark space of the Miami hotel bar
She’ll not be rushed
To chop blend mix slice our Moscow Mules
Folds her arms
Reads the mantle of faces like unfinished portraits
Propped to her easel of cleavage
Makes me read her mind
I like the game
I think she does too
She’s heard a dirty poet’s lonely old thoughts
A thousand times over
At least lust pays attention
Tips well
Passes the night time game of shells
My eyes sit on elbows
Following her Brazilian-French silhouette
Like wind atop the Eifel Tower
Mardi Gras in Sau Paulo
I’d like her to take my hand
For a long autumn walk
To find Jim Morrison’s grave in Pere Lachaise
Ask her name
Strike it like a match
Steal the bourbon
Left on the Lizard King’s sad defiled headstone
Ask her what she really thinks.
Quirina and Quiqui Quetzal*
Were a truly splendiferous pair.
They won first prize at Mardi Gras
As if nobody else was there.
This had ruffled a number of feathers
Among some who'd come very far
And spent weeks and months on elaborate costumes
While the Quetzals were "come as you are".
But they'd been down this road before,
And Quiqui had a plan.
He'd arranged to start a brawl or two
So later Quirina could brag
That he really was her "macho man",
Not just a sissy guy in drag.
*Author's note: For some of you more ornithologically challenged P Soupers, the quetzal is a brilliantly plumaged bird of primarily Mexico and Central America.
Pike Place Market and Space Needle
race tracks out at Indy
stands Jefferson's Memorial
Nashville's Grand Ole Opry
Biking somewhere downtown Beijing (Bay-jing)
Great Wall nearby Xian (Z-on)
wow, thirty million in Chongquing (Chun-king)
pass Hong Kong on sampan (sam-pon)
St Petersburg a sweethearts tryst
ballet at Mariinsky (a theater hall)
an icon city of artist
like those by Kandinsky
Cars on freeways not stepping gas
fans run after The Rock
L.A. Lakers sign autographs
strolls in Hollywood Park
Chinese market in commotion
kids playing fingersticks
riverbanks in Tai Chi motion
reruns of Bruce Lee flicks
Stunning St. Basil's Cathedral
posing pics on Red Square
pass the Kremlin on a night stroll
goulash supper affair
Golden Gate, city by the Bay
Gateway Arch, St Louis
down Bourbon Street Mardi Gras Day
Graceland out by Memphis
Like that of Poe, in his real life,
to write was his haven
suffering the loss of his wife
two years since The Raven
Lamenting a loss is noted
though before it to be
guess a premonition floated
Poe writes of death, mostly
As you can read the no-frilled rhymes
a few strokes on the board
nothing compelling no-thrilled times
such things should be ignored.
Merely go out and drive somewhere
steer from them who forebode
Just be able to simply say
"Are we on the right road?"
While at homes here, or homes o'er there
Just living the homelife
Enjoying each other here--there
Live as one, free of strife.
This plague is real-for sure
Where it came from
(CHINA)-is undeniable...
but was the little devil
birthed by a bigger devil.
Did it slip away from a Wuhan lab
or explode from a wet market bat...
Truth is a rose; evil is a stink bug.
Something sure stinks, and we know it,
The truth is that trillions are being made off global misery.
The stink is that there's no great hurry to end this Wuhan fling.
Freedoms are being gleaned one by one in the name of public safety.
This charade will conclude only when it's politically beneficial to do so.
The masses have been put into a trance.
While the tainted class still parties on, without masks
Jet-setting from here to there to faraway lands.
I guess for the working class every day is Mardi gras.
Without the beads and the teats.
Balcony Room New Orleans
Headed to New Orleans to have some fun
Excitement is felt all over the place
Knowing that there is a balcony room awaiting
Didn't forget to pack the mardi gras beads
Throw open the french doors out to the balcony
Crouds of people walking up and down
Smiles everywhere, throw a bead here or there
The view is the best spot to be
Music comes from all directions
Across the street the best drink around
The Handgrinade, drink stands up to its name
Taste good but careful not to drink too many
Balcony room, best rooms in New Orleans, BUT
**have to go downstairs, too much excitement
Have to blend in the croud and enjoy
Lots of places to go and lots of places to see!!
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
Hey there, little Buddha,
Let me join your Mistick Krewe.
Got my jazz hand clapping.
Gonna drop the other shoe.
I strut my yo-yo yoga every doo-da day.
It get me so-so-sober in a drunken way.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Voodoo me some déjà vu.
Those saints are marching in again;
Another Bourbon Street debut.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Save me from my karma’s wrath.
Calculate my blessings;
Maybe you can do the math.
So many numb-numb-numbers,
Couldn’t feel my way.
To get me near Nirvana,
Need a CPA.
Hey there little Buddha,
Lead me down the garden path.
Those saints are here to party, boy.
This Mardi Gras make ‘em laugh.
Hey there, little Buddha,
Send your children out to play.
Pranayama mama,
Laissez les bons temps rouler.
I'll chant my man-oh-mantra
Till my eardrums ache
And clear my cha-cha chakras
With a plumber’s snake.
Hey there little Buddha,
Second line come first today.
Those saints will set your flag on fire.
Jockomo feena nay.
I've been doin' time, sittin in this jail cell for too long.
Yea, I made mistakes because I was headstrong
when I killed Isabelle, but it's what she deserved.
She ran off with my coke and money. That was wrong.
I want outta prison. Enough years have been served.
She was sent to New Orleans just to shut me down.
I ruled like I was a king, a legend in my hometown.
But that greedy French chick stole from me and fled
to New York. Did she think I was clowning around?
I knew I'd find her there, and soon she'd end up dead.
That's where Moon Knight found me to make a deal.
He was lookin for my contact, but I wouldn't squeal.
I got the best of him and knocked him into the river
after overpowering him with my muscles of steel.
He wanted my contact information, but I didn't deliver.
I found Isabelle and kept her doped up for five days,
Shot her up with drugs until her mind was in a haze.
She told me what she'd done with my coke and money,
then I stabbed her until she was dead, her eyes agaze.
That was payback, but that woman was smooth as honey.
I dumped her body on the Westside and felt no pity.
I was in a hurry to get back home to Mardi Gras in the city.
The plan was to make raids when people were at parades.
While the cops were busy, I'd get down to the nitty-gritty
then high tail it outta town and hide out in the Everglades.
But Moon Knight and his pal Frenchie, were on my trail.
They wanted to capture me before my tracks got stale,
and found me at the Fair Grounds, betting on a horse.
Tearing up a losing ticket I'd bet on a nag of a bangtail.
I fought them off and got away using strength and force.
I took shelter in a warehouse a block from Jackson Square
but there was no escaping again when they found me there.
I wasn't gonna go down easy and had my ice pick ready.
Moon Knight broke my jaw, throwing a punch with fanfare.
It brought me to my knees when my legs became unsteady.
When I'm outta this hell hole, I swear I'm gonna get even.
Been shut up in jail too long and tired of all the grievin.'
Moon Knight hasn't seen the last of Cajun Creed. Not yet.
Vengeance has kept me sane, because it's what I believe in.
You can put a C note down on that promise. Make that bet!
11/1/2022 ~ Moon Knight Friend or Foe Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Mardi Gras has finally come to town
Bourbon Street is getting ready for the best party around
Let the party begin as the neon lights get the revellers dancing through the streets
Music from various artists with unique and powerful beats
The windows and the doors from balconies fling open with no time to spare
Brightly coloured beads fall through the night air
Police on horses try to maintain crowd control
Thousands of people enjoying their alcohol-fuelled stroll The street looks like a giant rainbow with all the colourfully dressed people abound
The trek becomes an obstacle course with trinkets strewn across the ground
I survived the night thanks to my wife who kept me in line
Truly a night to remember until the end of time