Zydeco Poems - Poems about Zydeco

...The bayou sky flies a catfish moon over swamp gators And cottonmouth vipers. Accordions, fiddles, and rub board vests Make their ramble through the undergrowth hot on the trail Of a sultry midsu......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...dance party of summer blue waves rock and roll seashore tides shimmy and shake ~ sunlight tap dances white clouds pirouette delphiniums deep plies ~ ebb tides grand jettes meadows ......Read the rest...

...I've got a tiger by the tail Its plain to see came a Buck Owens wail From the jukebox hidden near the bar In a West Texas dance hall far Away on a farm-to-market road Near a cotton bale......Read the rest...

... When Katrina came calling, Lady Blues brought some Miami Hurricane bad news Green Dolphin Street pain parade went Mardi Gras wind marching down to the delta swamp of Nawl ‘Leans And......Read the rest...

...Come one, come all to New Orleans March and dance with King and all kinds of Queens Year round festivals in town Don't hesitate, catch a ride, come on down Come on down to the Mississippi River......Read the rest...

...Washboard and spoons Guitar and drums Accordion Getting together With the band A moment not about skin But about soul A party not about race But about rhythm Take a stand (or perhaps a ......Read the rest...

...Alligator with fierce but captivating eyes sometimes red glare The Man with a title given by the High Priest of his Tribe A man gifted at Birth for the World to be entertained by. Though much ......Read the rest...

...A friend , a poet , a music Man , The Cowsills remembering the song "hair" on the radio as a 5 yr old. As fate brought us together one day in New Orleans Barry Cowsill the hidden......Read the rest...

...Dive deep into my inner place once more, maybe twice. Fly while standing still, as I did before I learned the truth. Lose myself in painting to the point of no breath or thought beyond th......Read the rest...

...On Bourbon Street, strippers occasionally step out for a smoke, scanning the scenery for potential clientele. Flashing lights illuminate eager faces, good business in a place that hardly sleeps. Th......Read the rest...

...I've been up a bit and down a bit and hung around in river towns, when glory days and gamblin' boats were beauty to behold; long and sleek with shapely curves and ripe just like a lady in the bl......Read the rest...

...You almost have to be from New Orleans to understand the mixture of the music that wails throughout the city, It's zydeco, jazz, Cajun, classical, rhythm and blues any combination from which you c......Read the rest...

...There they go! Flying through the air! Hundreds of them! In different colors! Everywhere! Red ship, blue ship, three ship four! Who will win? When will it end? I can't bear to look anymore! ......Read the rest...

...The television’s on The sound blends with the music I cannot even hear the voices Or what they have to say To tell the truth I don’t really care The radio sits next to my chair With a dial that......Read the rest...