Nola in the sky;
The air tastes like chicory,
a small sip of soul.
Written By: D. Collins
When your head is banging like a deep, bass drum.
Mince a garlic clove and butter on a hot dog bun.
Any strain that wants to call itself athlete foot.
Will bow down to the power found in Clorox bleach.
Two aspirin before sleeping after a night on the town.
Guarantees we are peaking when it's time to get down.
That's just the NOLA kind of way of doing things.
Put your talent on display for all the world to see.
I'm not a baseball fan, but I seen what I saw.
Which was the closest thing I've seen to ILL-Na-Na.
Is it possible for the Phillies to lose a game?
And, with NOLA pitching, to that, I will refrain.
We’ve got all the whys and wherefores:
FORBIDDEN FRUIT
HUMBLE PIE
SOUR GRAPES
HIGH JINKS
DEMON RUM
GALL and WORMWOOD
BATHTUB GIN
FOOD for THOUGHT
Tickle her fancy!
Petite and plus sizes available.
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Or go to www.denofsin.com
Distinguish first from foremost at
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Her name was Nola
From Hispaniola
She liked to get her fix
On Coca-Cola
She liked to coochy-coo
With everyone she knew
But when she blew her nose
Then all her friends withdrew
At Corona
Corona virus
It's the hottest spot
North of your sinus
At Corona
We fell pell-mell
Ah ah ah
Don't feel so well
Ah ah ah, ah ah
His name was Lu Gan
He came from Wuhan
He liked to dance all night
As much as you, man
He liked to socialize
With all the girls and guys
But since he caught the bug
His mouth is catching flies
At Corona
Corona virus...
Her name was Betty
She was a free spouse
She liked to play all day
In someone's tree house
But she could not survive
When you turn sixty-five
You run a higher risk
That you won't leave alive
At Corona
Corona virus...
Her name was Miley
A human virus
I guess that's why she clogs
The human sinus
But when she caught the flu
She spread her germs on you
A way to make you sick
And make you angry too
At Corona
Corona virus
It's the hottest spot
North of your sinus
At Corona
We fell pell-mell
Ah ah ah
Don't feel so well
Ah ah ah
BUT YOU CAN'T TELL
Ah ah ah, Ah ah!
there is a street in new orleans
it as a certain name
girls in feathers men they drink
the whole lot down the drain
there is a drug in new orleans
the strongest one can get
heavy users everywhere
they call them spotted cats
there is a soul in new orleans
dragging every single step
partir c'est mourir un peu
don't want to die just yet
Nicole de Jager
August 2018
I left you there, far away from me.
Far away, even i could not see.
You were my past, i could not see, now go, be free from me.
I left you there so far from me, i wanted to be free from me.
Now you came back to me and brought with you a memory.
A memory so far from me, a memory i don't want to be.
Go away memory you brought to me, i left you there, your not me.
I am not the me i use to be.
So memory of ME be FREE... By; Nedra Wilson {NOLA Poet}
Gone Sweet Momma
I never told you thank you
I never thought I SHOULD
Now that your gone Sweet Momma
I think I WOULD
Thank you Sweet Momma
you did All you COULD
Never brought you Roses
Never thought I SHOULD
Now that our gone sweet momma
I wish I COULD
Thank you sweet momma
If you were here I WOULD
By: Nedra Wilson {NOLA Poet}
Remembering you Brother
God was looking down on you brother, I saw him Standing on his promise.
I quickly said I'll be a witness I have precious memories of my brother.
You were preparing to leave and I wanted you to stay, so I begin to speak for you brother. My heart was filled with grief as the tears were falling down my face.
You slowly turn to me and said 'my eyes have seen the glory' then you turn your head and said 'pass me not'
I was so deeply sadden then a voice said 'you'll understand it better by and by'
I will remember you brother,
it is well with my soul because some glad day after while,
when we all get to heaven,
we will gather down by the riverside,
we will give God praise,
forever we will worship him,
Oh... what a happy day that will be.
Always and Forever By: Nedra Wilsson {NOLA Poet}
The Game
They say that baseball is the game of life.
You have many chances to get it right.
If all at home is good and well, you'll try all you can to get home again.
If all is not well and you don't get home you'll still have more chances to get home and win, but than you will have to depend on a friend.
If your friend strike out and you don't get home, it's not the end, the game is not over, and life's just beginning...
Another friend at the home, if he strike out than THAT is THAT.
Now you have your last friend at the Mat.
You want to get home and THAT IS A FACT, just make sure this time your friend can BAT.
When you get home you'll scream and SHOUT.
It's safer at home than being OUT.
By: Nedra Wilson {NOLA Poet}
Job Well Done
Momma, when you died I ask God 'Why'
He answered me quickly 'HER JOB IS DONE'
I started to cry pleading out to God
'That's my mother and I love her Dearly'.
God simply wispered close to my ear
'That's my child and I love her Dearer'.
I did'nt give up moma I CRIED out more
'I want to make her happy in life
and give her things that's nice'.
I heard a strong voice right close
to My ear no wisper just clear.
'I HAVE HER JUST REWARD'
I understood momma than and there
that there's nothing on earth
good enough for you here. By: Nedra Wilson {NOLA Poet}
The Bishop St. Paulinus of Nola
was also a writer
I'm wired
it's so admired.
There's one in Puerto
Rico exact same
as mine. Another
online says it's so
fine, we should
form an alliance
of all who claim
our common name,
and if you care
to place a bet,
I'll get to Nola,
Italy, YET.
AS IT SNOWED
(poem ending with the fine print in a liquor ad)
As it snowed, I heard thunder
*the gods bowling snowballs to keep themselves warm.
Then the avalanche came.
*like lovers who run both hot and cold.
The gods buried themselves until their Russian wolfhounds arrived.
*I remember feeling good that gods had wolfhounds,
Russian or otherwise.
The wolfhounds fell in love with the snow.
*it surrounded them and hounded them, coolly.
It made a wolfhound cocktail topped with a cherry,
*which Smirnoff copyrighted for the common man.
"Drink responsibly"
First lines by Nola Perez
Second lines by Michael Perez
Posted for the Poet Destroyer
NOLA
Like the tune
Effervescing through life
And
Loving to talk about it
.........................................................
For her special day - with love, Dave
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