Who is this Uncle Sam?
And why ain't he around?
I search from state to state,
But he's nowhere to be found
I've looked in every corner,
Of the good ole USA.
In Shreveport and Chicago,
From New York to L.A.
I've driven every highway,
And all the roads between them.
All the people on the streets,
I ask them if they've seen him.
This confusion hurts my head,
I don't know what to do.
Every sign that I've read,
Says Uncle Sam Wants You!
Categories:
shreveport, america,
Form: Rhyme
I want chocolate in the dark,
but when the sun goes down in,
the moon lights up Shreveport. Now I chew on tree bark;
The Taste is blah!! It hurts my teeth. Now I suck on Maple Leaves;
5/6/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr..2022©
Categories:
shreveport, analogy, food, funny,
Form: Limerick
Premiered at The Panic Room, Shreveport, LA – 11/25/2006
ACT 1
Bed of Nails
Typically Brueghel
Got To Be Blue, Boy
State of the Onion
My Cynical Career
Damage Control
ACT 2
The Same Damn Thing
Elfreth’s Alley
The Death of Rock and Roll
Bwana Wanna Boogie
Supermarket Tabloid Blues
Poison Pen
ACT 3
Carnivore
Commentary
Refugee Rain
A Typical Day in Hell
I Don’t Want To Go to Heaven
Categories:
shreveport, allegory, social,
Form: List
She was Shreveport sitting on the front porch
that warm February Louisiana evening
When the cold, shrill code blue siren news
slowly, solemnly
serenade waltzed up the white marble steps
The municipal, official flatline sympathy greeting
was tear-tissue dryly issued
with sterile
responsibility denial
Listening with deadened emotion,
the tall, dark Cajun woman grew shorter ...
as she began to bend
lower and lower,
into the nether bowels of bereavement
Her Haitian hazel eyes softly showered
late maternal fears down on the hard, bitter red clay
And her knees were trembling
in a gulf summer breeze, Magnolia tree swaying way
She could hear the po-po siren song
of her slain son’s departing voice calling out to her
And she felt a caught crayfish moan
rising up in her pain-stricken, brokenhearted bones
Her ivory tusk memory
would clearly recall a long time later,
that it seems like she had cried a lifetime
that mournful day
And tho’ the tears have now slowly faded away,
they always return weepy fast ...
every time she hears the revolving bullet flash
of the soul-cleaving siren blast
Categories:
shreveport, bereavement, death, pain, sorrow,
Form: Elegy
He broke into music
When he was just a kid
They sentenced him to trouble
For dancing like he did
How was he supposed to know
He'd sing Jailhouse Rock
When the boy hit the 50's
He stopped the clock
He rolled into Shreveport
In Louisiana Hay
Destination Vegas
Where stars were known to play
Girls got all shook up
When those hips began to sway
He was stealing hearts
And giving Cadillacs away
He was Guilty....
of Rock and Roll
He did time in Memphis
Down in Sun Studio
Check out the halls of Graceland
Where he stashed that solid gold
He was Guilty.....
Of Rock and Roll
His Rock and Roll crown sparkled
With Gold jump suits and capes
He had the girls all screaming
From the worlds center stage
He was Guilty......
Of Rock and Roll.....
If it's a sin to Rock
Who's gonna cast a Rolling stone
We're all guilty.......
Of Rock and roll!
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Categories:
shreveport, dance, farewell, film, i
Form: Lyric
Shreveport, Louisiana was the birthplace of this man.
He could play the piano better than most people can.
Growing up in the small town of Huttig, Arkansas,
Floyd was a big budding talent the town people saw.
Two big instrumental hits by Floyd were found.
They were “Last Date” and “On the Rebound”.
The man became an integral part of the Nashville sound.
He departed this world in the year of 1997.
Floyd is now playing the piano in heaven.
Thanks to Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
shreveport, dedication, music, people, people,
Form: Rhyme