Poetry

Today marks the 4th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Here are some poems written by a native of New Orleans who fled his home and struggles every year at this time at the thought of what his city endured.

Lady Katrina

Hello Katrina is my name and I am a sleeping terrifying freak of nature
I love hot water and where the dead don’t sleep
Where real life gorillas live
A show dem toy soldiers want to play the game survivor on a whole new scale
You do not respect my city so I will have you all into a world onto yourselves
I must sleep now more warm water
More oxygen. The mist feels good.
I get stronger and boldly go where no storm my size has gone before
I can see the city. Can you see me?
My rush for the rim of bow a time to come
History to make you all walk in raw gumbo water
The day after tomorrow
Have a case of the runs
From all the stuff you just ate
Heart and mind full. No bull
This has been a test of the emergency broadcast system
When you see me
Be ready

Lady Katrina


My Black Butterfly

“Yo! Do you see that?”

“It’s a rare lovely colored butterfly!”

“Please stop that red hearted true to love, Please!”

This a revolutionary warmth and kindness, according to belief of course!

So, I leap into the unknown, something seized my mind

A rare, lovely colored butterfly

My mind had a special plea

But the butterflies only gave gifts of music, love, poetry, science, nature, hugs, and goodness!

“Fine by me, why?” I was touched by a butterfly.

Stole a dance from my heart without asking.

Focus mind and body, to leap the universe to embark on a quest for a social conversation to cast a breeze, did not stop or preserve.

Express myself, all dangers are real, so my heart spoke out saying

“Oh butterfly, butterfly?”

She spoke replying, “What an awesome thing it is feelin’ oneself.”

On the verge of the possibility of really knowin’ another person.

I feel alone on a mountain, on the edge of a new world.

It could be dangerous probably just as like light she came and in a mist she was gone.

Fine by me. “Why?” “Because, I was touched by a butterfly.”

So bye-bye lady butterfly, I wish you peace, free mind and body, grace and goodness!

Live and let live. Lady butterfly.

I Hope I Remember

I hope I remember the second time around it’s the little things that count.
To keep you turned back to the love we have.
Keep comfortable in this tale there is an unforgettable large heart that seems like a dream.
She keeps me.
I hope I can remember to keep in mind that our next story line is a memorial beyond a gray sky.
A line to a waterfall across time and space.
My baby, remember to love me like a good novel.
Never put me down or forget to search and find the little things that make me smile.
Choose to change.
Imagine the little things cause I hope to remember a heavily blossom give us enlightenment I must say the next time around I must remember the information that my heart is for the queen of the angels.

This I know, so I hope to remember how the little things keep you happy.
So if I don’t say, I hope these words help you to remember how much I love you.



Please go to the following link and learn more about what has occurred since Katrina devastated many families and cities. http://www.nola.com/katrina/