16.4.16

Love's Ribbon

If I gave you a ribbon, what would you tie?
A present, a hat bow, a wink of the eye?
What is special to you that a ribbon would wear?
Would it be for a puppy? or a lock of your hair?
The mane of a pony? The neck of a goose?
Or would you untie it and just wave it loose?
If I gave you a ribbon, it would fit like a glove
Round a bouquet of flowers, all grown with love.
Some ribbons are purple and some are bright green
Some are of silk and some have a sheen.
Some are made of satin or cotton, but
My ribbon's substance will never go rotten.
My ribbon is not measured by width or by length
It is the finest of ribbons with the greatest strength.
It can only be tied to someone that's true
For love is my ribbon, through and through.

©2016 Carrie Lee Pierson Schwartz

Weary of Hate

so weary of hatred
so weary of spite
so much contempt and loathing
and might makes right.
power does not belong to us,
it is Nature's whim.
be kind to all creatures
we all sink or swim,
together on this sphere
that spins through the air
our existence is fleeting
so be nice and care.
each tiny flower, each tiny bee
is part of the whole,  not just you and me.

©2016 Carrie Lee Pierson Schwartz






If ever I cease to love

If ever I ease to love, 
please carry my ashes to the levee
and scatter me out into the river wind
so I can float out into the Gulf

21.10.14

For When the Air is Strangley Still

"Fill silence with care
Fill emptiness with love
Let your worries slip
below the stars and
melt into the rising Sun"

©2014Carrie Lee Pierson Schwartz All rights reserved.

29.1.13

Spring Dawns and the Queens Gather


Spring Dawns and the Queens Gather
their ladies together
to discuss matters of importance
and share nectar of the garden,
review the newly birthed 
and up and coming daughters...
A Queen's work is never done and 
she is as ever busy as her ladies
the world does not wait, nor do her children
Nectar flows soon with warmer weather
Trading garden secrets and sharing flower stories,
admiring blooms on the street where you pass unaware of 
the serious business that appears as play between them all.
To ensure that the tables will be filled
and life will continue...

©2013 Carrie Lee Pierson Schwartz All rights reserved.

19.1.13

Taming Rain

Taming Rain
Taming Rain
Heavy  rain
Bellowing
Threatening Thunder
tames all
grey weeks
wet
flooded
damp
lightening instead of the light from the sun.
I wish that I could
Tame the Rain


©2013 Carrie Lee Schwartz
All Rights Reserved

9.1.13

Can't Think of What to Wear for Mardi Gras?



Nicholls, George J. (1917). Bacon and Hams. The Institute of Certificated Grocers.


Bacon and Hams - Bibliography

Bacon and Hams is a 1917 book by George J. Nicholls. Nicholls was such a lover of bacon that he dressed himself up as a side of bacon, and won first prize at the Covent Garden Fancy Dress Ball in April 1894. [1]

The book was referred to with approbation by, for instance, the Saskatchewan Overseas Livestock Marketing Commission (an "admirable and important treatise") [2] and the Bulletin of the British Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food. [3] The book is rare and collectible. [4]

4.1.13

The King Cake Baby Speaks


I am sitting on the bakers shelf:
Waiting to be placed 
Waiting on a braided sweet bread ring
Waiting on decorated with citrus or candied cherries
Waiting on Sugar sprinkles
Waiting to bring joy
Perhaps  I will be nestled inside 
Some marzipan,
Some apples, cream cheese
Some purist cinnamon swirl
I represent good fortune.
I represent tradition
I represent local culture.
Don't avoid me,
Don't take me out too soon
Don't neglect me
Don't pass me on to unknowing swine...
They will make me into earrings or 
Cheap baubles worn year round in some distant city.
I belong to the oval
I belong to the crescent
I belong to the swamp
I belong to those lovely 
River bent denizens that know 
Life is meant to be celebrated
So I am made in the form of the Christ child
at the end of Christmas,
 and taken out on the day that the wise men came.
©2012 King Cake Bébé
All rights reserved.

17.4.12

Rain Falls Like Love From Heaven

Rain falls like love from heaven
Everything is covered
the earth soaks it in with a welcome surrender
to the rythmic staccato beats as it falls
breathing in the fresh cool love the rain leaves
pools of joyous frogs calling

6.3.12

Sailing Song For My Father

I dreamed about the sailing ship docked in the yard,
down the hill
intricately woven by nature
with vines of yellow and white jasmine,
a craft that waits
waits on the lingering, weary and vigilant souls
earth bound.. still, still and waiting..
waiting on their schedule..
for transport home..
I started dreaming about the stars,
not as flickers, but as guides
to other worlds and spaces of the spirit
Right now, his spirit is trapped in his bones.
So his ships waits, until he is free
to ride the waves to the stars.

23.10.11

Autumn Light

Soft blue asters and
Bright white boneset blooms
sway lightly amdist
the golden rods
dusted with pollen and
buzzing with bees, wasps and bumblers.
Woodpeckers laugh at the cat in the pines.

Android Autofill Poem With the Kids

Baby a alright fishing
and the beat
Her name is the beat
Not Baby!
Names and maxwell
are in the car.
Ah! Ah! Yeah!
I know baby.
Uncle John,
I'm okay!
I will.
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Why New York?
Bedbug Baby
Boo Boo.
Stubborn Wheat.
Wake me hello!
Email and text me
till I get my saddle pads
Fat! Fat! Fat!
We should party proper
is case you sugar rush.
Yahoo!
Wake me wondering...
Now say something...
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Five Gallon Round
New York.
Wow, wow, wow, wow!
Hello?
Where is the New York,
New York Mortgage?
Baby a alright fishing
and the beat
Her name is the beat
Not Baby!
Bean be Max
Easy, Weezy
Louisiana.
Period.

©2011 Carrie Lee Schwartz
 NOTE:
This was chosen to be included  as  a part of the Project Publication  KEEP/ DELETE
http://www.keepdelete.be/

30.9.11

Autumn Returns

The slow staccato of dew starts dropping on the gravel
from the edge of the tin above,
from the tips of the branches,
deep and forceful hummms
whiz past in the dark
hunting sweet nectar
before the light
a stretch in the soft fog,
watching the pink,
then fuschia glow
between the mottled shade
pines and privet
and there it is,
a moment of silence,
then a burst of song
every throat with wings,
sings boastfully,
it is here, it is here.
lighting her webs aglow
with pearls of life,
The world becomes blush
in the warmth of
the starlight rising.
©2011 Carrie Lee Schwartz

21.4.11

Haiku for the Gulf Coast

A year ago the well blew
Eleven men died
Many more have since perished

Listen Children, we need you
Study hard in school
Find a better way to live

They are serving Gulf fish now
So, would you eat them?
Would you eat Gulf Oysters too?

How many dolphins must die
Before we find a
Better and cleaner fuel source?

Mother Earth is very ill
and very angry
Can she shake up her keepers?

The only way to make change
Lead by each action
Start with each choice-Live "greener"

5.8.10

Over 100 days of Oil

Over 100
Millions of gallons spilling
The numbers are cold

They have sealed the well
They say that the oil is gone
Most think that's a lie

Only time will tell
If again we can fish here
And the Gulf will heal.

"Top Kill" "Static Kill"
Names that mean you're taking lives
Don't give us comfort

19.7.10

Oil Spill Haiku -over 80 days

Too many days of oil now
The Gulf is not dead
But it is still in peril

The dull slow pace of response
Beyond negligent
Shows contempt for our people

Are we not Americans?
Why then the slow pace?
And inadequate succor?

It may be very complex
To your specialists
But Sand berms are our life line

If you will not help us then
Please do the right thing
and just get out of the way

3.5.10

Oil Spill Haiku

Purple Green and Yes, Gold
But never raw crude
Uninvited British trash!

Our sleeping oyster beds have
suffocating dreams
nightmares that they cannot breathe

Pelicans dine on soiled fish
by appointment of
Her Royal majesty's Crude

American Fishermen
Wait on the Wind Now
To Blow the slick to the East

Our men, French American
and Croatian too
Ruffled by British Lawyers

The President says they'll pay
I hope to see it
happen before I die old.

I want my descendants to
fish from the waters
of Venice and Plaquemines

Katrina was a nothing
compared to this sick
poison of water and food

Cap the well fast my Captain
The Navy must come
The Brits skipped the safety valve

Lifeless turtles line the beach
much more endangered
the Gulf Stream is mourning them

Please give us a strong north wind
Blow the oil away
From our delicate coastline

We need weeks of NW winds
To move the sick sludge
Hurricane season is soon

Dispersants are also bad
Would you drink daily
From soapy oiled gulf water?

Below the oily surface
Bottled-nosed dolphins
With larger brains, wonder why...

When other humans do things
that harm our planet
I'm unhappy to be one

The long term answer is clear
Seek alternative
clean energy solutions!

31.3.10

Jazz Dogs

We walk the perimeter
anxiously-
sniffing the breeze
for hints of crawfish monicas
and listen for harmonicas...
Oh cruel end of April
and early May, stay away!
The drums and BBQ beckon us.
We want to sit then dance with the humans.
But we are banished
like lepers,
the unclean.
Oh dismal days
when our human companions
abandon us all
and dance in the dirt
we smell your sweat
mingled with so many
when you come back home,
smelling of beer and crawfish
tasting salty and faintly like horses.
We long for the day, one day,
we hope, that we can join you
in this Spring Celebration
which is not complete
or true
until we are welcome too.

8.11.09

Hurricane Haiku!

Inspired by Ida

Full blue sky of anxious tears
Can you believe it?
November Hurricane comes

Cell phones may be useless soon
Where is my family?
Safety is everyone's dream

All my pets are with me now
Damn the Bureaucrats!
We'll sleep and live in our car

Work won't let us go early
Warning is issued
More stress for everyone's life

The low pressure makes you sleep
You dream island dreams
Wake up floating in your bed

They said it would miss our house
probability
Is like gambling when you're drunk

The media is ready
To criticize us
And anyone else, and will

We ate all our M.R.E.'s
But hoard H.2.o.
What post traumatic stress, sir?

Waiting is the hardest part
Water, wind, and fear
I hope it moves quickly by

27.6.09

Seasonal changes in South Lousiana

Well it's that time again...Hurricane Season and the Gulf is starting to heat up like the storm soakin' jacuzzi that is is.
Most people have Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter as the way that they "season" their annual calendars..

Here is South Louisiana, we love "seasonings" so ours are a little like our beloved cayenne peppers- hot and spicy seasons....
Four major seaons, with a lot of other festivals and hunting seasons in between..
In short, our life is full here and we celebrate and revel in our;
Football Season (LSU Tiger, Tulane & Saints) Season..
Carnival Season(Kins Day!-Jan6-thru Ash wed and sort of the Lenten Season),
Spring Festival Season( Jazz Fest, Festival Acadiens, Tomatoe, French Quarter etc)
and our character building
Hurricane Season (June thru Oct-ish),
which if we survive, is why we celebrate life fully until the next one.

Time to pay attention to the gulf, and check your supplies and family for their plans.
Water, weather radio, radio, batteries, flashlights, nonperishable food items for you ( and unexpected guests)
and enough food and water for your pets. Bedding for you and pets ( and unexpected guests' pets)
and of course maps of the entire country since you may need to travel far and wide-
and check the car - oil, fluids, battery, tires, etc..
Check your yard for debris that could go airborne that need to be taken care of.
Human and pet Rx. travel games for the kids ( cards, crayons and paper)
and a whole lot of patience!

5.6.09

NOLAHAIKU-13

A little something extra
Un petite cadeux!
Our baker's dozen is "Lagniappe"

NOLAHAIKU-12

St. Charles, Esplanade, Royal
They all know Bourbon
Do you know Tchoupitoulas?

NOLAHAIKU-11

Pimm's Cup, Peychauds, Sazerac
A Ramos Gin Fizz
Get a Hurricane "to go"!

NOLAHAIKU-10

Falling, rising, rolling, wide
Cresting, muddy brown
Big Mississippi River

NOLAHAIKU-9

Funk, Blues, Jazz and Symphonies,
Fill our streets forever
All good music begins here.

NOLAHAIKU-8

Fishing is good here all year
It is winter here
Now, I'm making couvillion

NOLAHAIKU-7

I know you! Who's You're Momma?
You look just like her.
Come on, gimme some sugar!

NOLAHAIKU-6

Floats rolling, flambeauxs rising,
Dabloons raining down
Throw me something! Mister Please!

NOLAHAIKU-5

Water is important here
Now and all summer
Ice is necessary!

NOLAHAIKU-4

We breathe between The River
and Lake Pontchartrain
Water everywhere around.

NOLAHAIKU-3

We are cast iron magnolias
Forever graceful
In our ancient cypress homes.

NOLAHAIKU-2

Surviving floods, hurricanes,
and politicians,
Spirits live among us!

NOLAHAIKU-1

We are Carnival
Revelers celebrating
Life inside the crescent!

23.2.09

Happy Mardi Gras!


Hope that you get to eat some steak before Ash Wednesday!