New orleans Poems
My Mardi Gras Angel
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
“Throw me something Mister!”
She hollered from the heavens up above...
Some pretty beads...
As she quietly pleaded...
Or maybe a turtle dove...
We lost her way too early...
She was a gift from God...
A beautiful child...
Both sweet and mild...
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A Mardi Gras Tree
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
I think that I
shall never see...
Anything as cool
as a Mardi Gras tree...
They grow in New Orleans
nearly every Spring...
As the bands start marching
in full swing...
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A Snowball From Sal’s
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
When my chips are down
And I’m feeling blue...
My car has a flat
And da rent is past due...
My wife just left me
And she took my dog...
My thoughts are all confused
Cuz my head’s in a fog...
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Do You Know What It Means…
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Do you know what it means
To miss New Orleans...
To miss da delicious food
And Miss Leah’s spicy red beans...
I miss da powdered sugar
On ma Morning Call beignets...
I miss walkin’ wit ma lady
In Audubon Park on rainy days...
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All Hail The King!
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Back in 1949, the Krewe of Zulu
elected their brand new king...
And to everyone celebrating Mardi Gras
this man would finally bring...
The kind of Mardi Gras revelry
no New Orleanian had ever seen...
Hail King Louis Armstrong
and his beautiful Mardi Gras queen...
They landed on a tugboat
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Float Rider Blues
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
It was my first time riding
In a Mardi Gras night parade
It was hard to hide this wonderful feeling
Of flying high as I stood and surveyed
The night was cool, and the music was funky
The mood was good, and the sky was clear
I was feeling excited to be riding on the float
As I grabbed myself yet another cold beer
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A Movable Feast
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Ridin’ round New Orleans on my Vespa
With my baby holdin’ on real tight
Life should be nothin’ if not a movable feast
Lastin’ all day and trippin’ into da night
Headin’ down St Charles to the Quarters
Searchin’ for the freshest beignets
Wavin’ to the tourists on da streetcar
It’s gonna be one of dose days
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Morning Call
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
When the kids were all fed...
And after draining the bath water...
We would all climb into my dad’s car...
And head down to the French Quarter...
My parents enjoyed all the excitement...
After working those long days...
We’d head down to Morning Call...
For chocolate milk and beignets...
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The Mardi Gras Fountain
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Who remembers when our parents...
After the dinner dishes were all put away...
Would discuss together as a family...
For that perfect ending of the day...
After we bathed and brushed our teeth...
Put on our clean footy pajamas...
We grabbed a bunch of warm blankets...
And fresh cocktails for the mommas...
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Grandma’s Sayings
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Growing up in da city...
Our sayings were always witty...
We don’t mean nobody no harm...
So go away if your attitude is sh/tty...
My grandmother used to say them...
My parents said them, too...
My aunts and uncles said them...
So did everyone else I knew...
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