Mardi Poems - Poems about Mardi

Mardi Gras of Twenty Nineteen

Mardi Gras of twenty nineteen
Was the best parade I have ever seen
If anyone can top it, it will be New Orleans
Where I hope someday to become the Mardi Gras Queen

O Mardi Gras

O Mardi Gras, how I long for thee
The carnival season of music and glee
The colorful floats, the beads, and the masks
The joyful crowds, the drinks, and the flasks

I wait by the roadside, eager and keen
To catch a glimpse of the dazzling scene
I hear the trumpets, the drums, and the cheers
I feel the excitement, the thrills,

Mardi Gras in New Orleans

It's Mardi Gras time down in New Orleans ~  it's a carnival of memes

Where the people sing and play ~ there's music in the streets, both night and day

Everybody's having fun and drinking wine ~ because it's carnival time

 "Throw me something mister" as parades go by ~ that's the Mardi Gras cry

Bourbon Street

Not from Mardi Gras Matti I Hope

You rented a place on Bourbon Street?
Oh, yes, in New Orleans, of course I did.
The old man stared deeply into my eyes
Not from Mardi Gras Matti, I hope!

I burst out laughing and nodded my head.
Yes, I did, I told him. She is so colorful!
I loved her instantly! She has such charm.
She is a voodoo priestess,

Mardi Gras

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

The Bs About Eating Pancakes On Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras parades are rolling the streets again
I watched 'Isis' from inside my windowpane
A king and a queen were pretending to reign
but from the colorful revelry I chose to abstain

I grew up yelling, "Throw me something mister!"
Going to many parades with friends and my sister.
Walked miles on St. Charles Ave. and got a blister
and smiled

Mardi Gras

fat
Tuesday
pancake day-
mardi gras some
say

Fat Tuesday

Girls Gone Wild
Careful, you may just have a child 
Drugs and alcohol plague the alleyway 
Stay away as there is a price to pay
Is the meaning of Mardi Gras to go buck wild
Let’s look and see if it’s been defiled 

It started as a custom of using all the fats in the house
I wonder if

Mardi Gras Mambo

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 through the day,
Crawfish boiling in the pot,
Those spices wafting in the air,
Drinks pouring everywhere.

New Orleans and all of Southern Louisiana.
Dancing

Mardi At the Darby

Mardi was at the Darby;
Yet he was not invited to the party;
Very upset at what he could not get; 
He went over to the teller to make a bet.

“Mardi, you came to the Darby,” the teller did say; 
Which made him reply without a lie; 
“I want to see what those horses will pay.” 

“Well

Mardi Gras

So here's to Happy Tubby Tuesday,
The big New Orleans jazz & blues day,
With the drunken revelers en masse...
On second thought, let's give it a pass.
(sorry)

Mardi Gras Haiku

What is Fat Tuesday?
To disgorge your wicked ways, 
be impish and play.

Mardi Gras Madness

This Tuesday will be the fat day,
to purge all your sin on the streets.
The sun will bring the ash of Wednesday,
with foreheads displaying the Holy Trinity.

Masks of feathers and gold, beautiful and sublime
People with umbrellas dancing to the second line.

"Laissez bon temps les rouler!"
A Crowd gathers around and shouts.
Surrounded by large floats, that make leeway.
As

Mardi Gras

New Orleans
Great fanfare
Parades and festivities
Flamboyance
Glamorous exuberance
Vivid colors
Feathers and costumes
Strings of beads
Strewn everywhere
Loud blaring music
Frenzied partying 
Right on through to
Shrove Tuesday



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on February 23, 2019

Mardi Gras

I love to go to Mardi Gras
And see the girls cast off their bra
As if it were their sole faux-pas
In dancing through their last hurrah

I do not know just where they went
I can not guess what charms were Lent
But I suspect the knight was spent
In screwing odds they might repent

You're sure to hear old-timers say,
"Gather

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