humming sounds sweat down their face people shipped across the seas. Still, the soul sing chained on display sold as a slave forced to clear the crops and pick cotton on plantations humming sounds still The soul, sing, raped, violated, whipped and hung the souls of my Louisiana ancestors still the soul sings taken from a land chained up men, women and children their souls ripped out what memories loss, skin scar blood into tears sing from the soul shame the devil the fire burns in my heart. My soul rest in hell and I will join in soul singing.
crawfish boils
rice, red beans and corn on cob
crispy gator tail
Summertime
in Louisiana's Big Easy
bass are jumpin'
and the cypress grow high
no your daddy ain't rich
but your ma's not bad-lookin'
so fish a little bayou
won't you try
some of these evenings
they're gonna rise up flyin'
and they'll spread their wings
as pelicans take to the sky
but 'til next mornin'
there ain't no one can charm you
like Acadians or Cajun standin' by
With apologies to Edwin DuBose Heyward (1885 — 1940)
She sails where the bayou kisses the tide,
a phantom queen with a mournful glide.
The paddle churns, though no hands steer,
and jazz floats faint on a breeze unclear.
Her lanterns burn with a ghostly hue,
casting gold on waters black and blue.
No passengers board, no voices ring--
just whispers soft as a violin string.
The captain’s hat is dust and bone,
his eyes like coals, his soul long gone.
He tips his brim to the moonlit shore,
forever sailing, seeking more.
Beneath her decks are cards and gin,
dice that roll where life wore thin.
The laughter echoes through the years--
a masquerade of silent cheers.
They say she sank in 'twenty-four,
but rose again with something more.
A curse, a pact, or prayer gone wrong--
now midnight is her siren song.
If you hear her horn on a still, dark night,
don’t follow the sound or seek the light.
For once aboard, you’ll never disembark--
your name etched in the ledger of the dark.
Alesia Leach © 4/2025
Neon haze on cobblestone nights,
whispers ride on the southern moonlight.
Shadows dance in the lamplight’s gleam,
bourbon burns, but so do my dreams.
There's a preacher on the corner,
selling sinners one last prayer.
But the devil’s got a table,
and he’s pulling up a chair.
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise.
The river hums a lonesome tune,
trumpets wail under a voodoo moon.
Cards fall fast in the gambler’s hand,
love’s for sale with a one-night stand.
There's a girl in red velvet,
spilling secrets in her wine,
Says, "Boy, you best be leavin',
while the night is still alive."
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise.
Footsteps fade in the mist and rain,
the ghosts still whisper my name…
Oh, Bourbon Street, take my soul,
drown my sins in rock and roll.
Golden whiskey, lace and lies,
where saints fall and the spirits rise…
She said,
"Darkness bores my soul"
Give me
the bright
the light
the white
But
I don't think that's right.
I've written poetry that was beautiful.
in a hurricane by flashlight...
©SamHarty
Louisiana bayou full of pythons and alligators
The boatman glides through the water holding his breath
Wondering if something will get him
By falling out of a tree or overturning his flimsy boat
His journey feels longer today than ever before
Horror story of alligator eating a man on the news this morning
Lyricvixen's Louisiana Boneless Fried Chicken
Lyricvixen's Louisiana Boneless Fried Chicken
1.) 4 - 6 medium small = raw boneless chicken strips
2.) 1/2 cup = flour (used self-rising or any)
3.) 1/4 cup = Louisiana Seasoning, crispy fish fry (or the hot one)
(small bowl)
A.) cooking oil - I don't us a lot - to taste
B.) Pan or skillet
C.) Medium heat (used #2 - in the summer)
D.) each side of chicken 5-7 min.
- Need more -
Just repeat recipe
till you get more
of what your belly needs!
2017
Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2017
Recipe note: Great Value all natural chicken tenders2 years ago family • humor • recipe • chicken • louisiana • seasoning
The overkill of rainstorm
with threat of life and limb; trees
swivel, sway, dancing, falling
with wake of devastation rising.
3/23/2022
7/7/7/9
Louisiana Rev had a session,
with a girl in the oldest profession.
Was found with his pants down,
on the wrong side of town.
His next sermon became his confession.
7/21/19
Under the sky
Their beyond
The reach of man
The edges of light
The night spectacular
Beyond the sight
Of men
The collaborations
Of distance
Atmosphere
Sun
Stretches across
The horizon
To become one
The big sky
The big sky
In a small town, in the middle of the state
Lie many questions; still unanswered to date
Injustice is done without the bat of an eye
It's all about who you know, my oh my
Crying for help, you don't stand a chance
While those in control laugh and dance
Most turn their backs and pretend it away
They claim it doesn't happen; not the way you say
Just ask George, Jeremy, Armando or Ray
They could have told you the things that take place
It's a game to some; not to all
But we mustn't stay silent; the corrupt must fall
They tell you to relax, don't be so uptight
But it's all I think about when I go to bed each night
Until the day comes when the corrupt are undone; I'll remain a voice about the things that go on
In this Louisiana parish, I pray to this day; That those in control learn to do things the honest way
Until that day comes to Avoyelles at last;
I'll continue to be a voice of the corruption they cast.
Author: Kristin Bordelon
Murdered me with your love
Murdered me with your lies
I could see the rage when I looked into your eyes
You told me that you loved me
but I just wanted to leave.
"Why can't you just be happy" you ask
While pushing me to my knees
Always playing the victim
You're good at playing that game
Lies of mistreatment; lies and untruths
All I ever wanted was away from your abuse.
That night I planned to leave
That night my plan was perfect
But you found out and rallied your crew
You said I couldn't leave, you said we weren't through
I managed to escape you
And locked myself in a room
But you had other plans
And I knew my fate was doomed
You pryed open my door
And I tried to keep it shut
But your crew breached the second entry
And I knew my time was up
You stood behind the gun;
You pointed it in my direction
You pulled the trigger;
And took my life
You took it with just one finger
You claimed my death was suicide
But we both know the truth
You continue to play the victim
But now they're on to you!
Written By: Kristin Bordelon
full title: Louisiana Saturday Night Special: If You Want To Play In Texas Then Come Here Devil Fiddling Sticks By The Bank Of The Crik
Sweet Sat-Owl-Day Night
1015 EST (1115 Central) Chicago
Drip, drip from the tap ahh' my
Feet, Hands, Head, Knees, Fists
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor
I used to f&g it up like a Titan
Back in the hills of the highlands
Yo, we're two hard mother thumpers
Yo, we're two hard mother thumpers
Back in the hills of the highlands
I used to f&g it up like a Titan
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor
Feet, Hands, Head, Knees, Fists
Drip, drip from the tap ahh' my
1015 EST (1115 Central) Chicago
Sweet Sat-Owl-Day Night
{in the style of a 16-liner]
translated: Sweet, I sat all day night; 1015 EST (1115 Central Standard Time); Drip drip drip from the tap; ahhhhhhhhhh! my feet hands heads knees fist
Chyeahh! I can play the tambor drums bongos like joe and the king manu chao
I used to fun it up like a Titan back in the highland hills of old san anto's alamo
Yay-yo mother if you want to we can sang danzig and mother sound the pearl
1.) 4 - 6 medium small = raw boneless chicken strips
2.) 1/2 cup = flour (used self-rising or any)
3.) 1/4 cup = Louisiana Seasoning, crispy fish fry (or the hot one)
(small bowl)
A.) cooking oil - I don't us a lot - to taste
B.) Pan or skillet
C.) Medium heat (used #2 - in the summer)
D.) each side of chicken 5-7 min.
- Need more -
Just repeat recipe
till you get more
of what your belly needs!
2017
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