Orleans Poems - Poems about Orleans

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...

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We try to do some local things Whenever we’re away, Although we’re clearly tourists On a short and jam-packed stay. So we signed up for a cooking class And watched a chef prepare Gumbo, jambalaya and pralines, Some Cajun-Creole fare. It all was most delicious And Chef Austin was the best. We left there more than satisfied And happily impressed. Not needing any dinner, We checked...

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Said a handsome New Orleans waiter, "Sir, can I recommend some freshly caught gator?" I said, "Are you for real? Didn’t you hear about that poor woman Lucille?" "But Sir, what if I can assure you ~ this ain't the gator that ate her?"...

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His smelled of semi-soft cheese with a low moldy blue undertone I had no tolerance for his smell for compared to gym socks, ammonia, or barnyards, it was pure Eau de Toilet ! After a game of indoor soccer he'd break wind while holding up one leg. He smelled of rotten...

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Dear New Orleans Since the first time I met you, I knew you were unique and special. I fell in love with your passion and your people. Even when I am miles away, deep down I crave your voice, your rhythm and your sound. New Orleans you are so beautiful, with your tall buildings and...

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My beloved late husband and I once strolled down Bourbon Street, on a mild winter's afternoon. The musicians enchanted the atmosphere, as sparrows lent their own songs. We dined on gumbo al fresco with friends, Spanish Moss clothed ancient trees. It wasn't yet Mardi Gras, but we felt so festive, with her old-time buildings and eccentric people, all those years ago. This New Year's Day, New Orleans mourns again, her heart...

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Fair Lady Without Peer by Charles d’Orleans loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Fair Lady, without peer, my plea, Is that your grace will pardon me, Since I implore, on bended knee. No longer can I, privately, Keep this from you: my deep distress, When only you can comfort me, For I consider...

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Riverboat on the Mississippi Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread Drinking booze and gambling like crazy Going to Bourbon Street just ahead Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf Where the real money is unfolding And a thousand green bucks is small stuff Down in that Cajun Queen,...

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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...

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Old timers say there’s a corner of the bayou in New Orleans Where booby footed pelicans and pink lovebirds are seen in a totem made along with turtle who has a needle nose and wildly colored chameleon who is wearing clothes At the bottom of this spirited display is a large crock Pretending to be a piece of driftwood or...

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On the 1st day of Christmas my hometown gave to me a ride in Rex's Mardi Gras parade On the 2nd day of Christmas my hometown gave to me 2 mosquitoes buzzin' and a ride in Rex's Mardi Gras parade On the 3rd day of Christmas my hometown gave to me 3 bowls of gumbo, 2 mosquitoes buzzin' and...

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no daily showers typical on summer days ~ clouds have gone astray...

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Poor soldier Andrew Jackson who Attacked the British after peace Was signed three weeks before at Ghent. Unnecessary bravery Is no less admirable for that. He waves to patrons eating their Beignets at the Café Du Monde. Astride a horse, saluting with His bicorn hat, and stern of face, He looks less menacing than if They cast him brandishing a sword. But who can...

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Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Do. You can’t get my goat, I am one of a few. I’m mellow and fun-loving, and money don’t run me. I had a nap all day yesterday ‘til a quarter until three. Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie Day. I am a beatnik from down New Orleans way. I don’t have a penny and...

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We are heading to New Orleans she says The Parade is exactly what we need for Dez. Dez is a cousin who has style and flair His enthusiastic exuberance hangs in the air No one can control him our grandma warns No one has to, this crowd will all swarm. The parade is filled with costumes of all kinds. Created from the...

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