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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.
Baby, let’s jump into your car.
We don’t have to go real far.
But if you would like to drive all day,
I’m up for that.
Let’s just get away!
Away from all that’s plaguing us -
the daily messes and the fuss.
Stay-cations do not do the trick.
Put your finger on the map.
I’ll go anywhere you pick.
We can drive eastward bound.
In two days be in my hometown.
Or we can head way up north
to Yellowstone. I’ve never been
where geysers from the earth spring forth!
If south we drive, let’s go southeast.
Though the heat there is increased,
to Louisiana I’d love to go.
I’ve never been to New Orleans.
I hear at Mardi Gras they come alive!
Forget Orleans. It’s nearly summer.
No Mardi Gras now. What a bummer.
All I really want to do is be with you.
Let’s just drive to anywhere
and stop when we see things to do!
Baby, drive me where you want to go.
We could head to Vegas for a show,
joke and sing and snack along the way.
Find a beach or visit Disneyland.
Let’s head out to a really sunny day.
Baby, listen, I’ll go anywhere.
On your shoulder as we’re driving there
Is where I want just to rest my head!
We can sit in utter silence too; I love you so.
I’ll trust in any place to which by you I’m led!
May 7, 2023
For Robert James Liguori's Joe Bonamassa Inspiration Poetry Contest
(My poem was inspired obviously by DRIVE. See the real lyrics in song above)
There are parasites.' Then there are those
DAVOSITES...' Where so many presidents.
And kings and bankers alight..To pontficate
To strut and preen.. Where the
( trans-forming )
of realitys is their scene.'
I do beleive even queens..?Have slummed or
Slumped.' Or got in bed.? Maybe spent a week
And revels led.? There they could ski and
Oppulise when sleek lear jets along runways
Glide, a rite of the heirachy to attend the place
Much funding by tax-payers.- who were told their
Place, by ( billionaires made worthy ) by the
Tricks they used..Sleight of deception, and the
Calculus ruse.' S T D's were travelling through
Too 'the gates..' And airports and hotels
, where was dangled
Much bait..' Flesh was on offer? Yeah i'd reckon
Thats right.' And not only in wars on nations..'
Who ( the hell?) encouraged this blight.' And still
They linger and congregate..? Associates
of epstein
andrew and 'pill-gates' along with nazi friend
scoros and schwab and carney and starmer and
abbot and albanese and andrews of mardi gras
Now there are also there vermin, that infest the streets
Who eat the waste food..From the tables of DAVOSITE elites.?
So ( they can't be the useless eaters ) who
Need to be.? Well in a term..Done in.? Or killed
Off..Or whatever for such actions..Meanwhile let
Us concentrate on the DAVOSITES preceedings
And their advice to (reset the international
situation' ) I think its well time; and past to
Begin to enact (much intense) remediation.'
I love the month of February,
The coldest month of the season,
For an array of personal reasons.
And yet, it feels like she is the longest,
For the events that happen haphazardly,
Amid treacherous winter storm blasts.
Quasi everything is frozen near the nest
Of the American bald eagles,
Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles.
Feb is the month of love,
The month of Saint Valentine,
A quintessential paradise cove,
Where lovers take refuge. Pure, pristine,
Snowy, short, cold, dark, and lovely; She'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 swimmers on the wintry beaches,
Solely, a few birds are perched on the branches,
Far away from the cribs of the bald eagles.
February is a month of kaleidoscopic contrast,
Where snowfalls happen quite often,
And hardcore lovers dream under a heaven
Full of hope, love, beauty, and ice.
Hebert Logerie Tuesday, February 2, 2016
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
Foley Sound
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Saying that the intent of the project was novel ;but the actaul programing was both morally and ethically wrong"
The Professor developed a mist that would cause ducks to run in circles and a fox chased it's tail until it became exhausted. He mentioned Superman and sought a sythetic kryptonite, it's beleived to be the loot missing since 2006. A fish mercahnt selling catfish at a market found the loot while delivering catfish to a custumer. "The Mardi Gras Christmas Show. Ordered the fish, when the guy went to deliver the fish, no one was home, but the door was open and a glowing rock was on the floor at the door. He picked up the stone and went on his way. They sent a prototype robot to retreive the stone and that's when all the Superhero showed up.
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The lacquer, the tease, the crimp, of the hair
as we go out in style, mesh tops with flair
the motley choices of fashion pronounced
by the neon signs on our t-shirts no doubt.
Bobby socks and crop tops, spangled and bright,
all bangles and pearls to represent a Mardi Gras night.
The girls they did flock to the taverns in pairs,
to listen to the synthesised tunes that filled the air.
The boys, tight jeaned, and permed like a rock stars,
would enter in packs as though they were the masters,
sauntering through the ladies of lace,
one gloved with the charisma, yet held no grace.
The eighties were deemed a time out of place,
where anything goes, a retro space.
Defined by the music, the look now seems displaced,
yet there was fun and freedom when the eighties took place.
25/10/2018
You whispered good morning
Late within your voyage, where fate blinded us
Your neck is covered in crosses
Devotion to the hereafter
Where you know one day
We shall meet
Gothic black, veiled for your special day
When pleasure and pain shall join us
In a soft summer breeze
As we caress in the graveyards' playground
Black roses blowing in the wind
Pearls from deep below, I bury with you
Mardi gras in the south of France
Behind our masks we massaged our facades
We were entwined in passions embrace
Yet we never once met
Until red lipstick ran down your face
The tears fell upon lost yearnings
Magnolia's bloomed
Sorted Differances
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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'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