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  • Bayou Blue

    Humidity’s risin’, the air is capsizin’
    on waitin’ for her to come home.
    The bayou is stewin’ in somethin’ that’s brewin’:
    suspicions, that she ain’t alone.
    Bullfrogs are croakin’ on the mists they are smokin’:
    knowin’ that somethin’ ain’t right.
    When she left this mornin’, the nets, they were haulin’
    an’ now they are draped for the night.

    The moon’s in her hidin’ for fear of confidin’
    with that which is chokin’ the air.
    A cruel kind of silence, unseen in its violence:
    ain’t nothin’ but evil out there.
    The rooster to preenin’ the night in its leavin’:
    I’m dreadin’ the madness of day.
    When catfish come trawlin’ an’ critters a callin’,
    an awakenin’ into the fray.

    I’ve heard all the stories, when she, in her glories:
    some stranger was burnin’ her flame.
    I left that to humour, some ill-mouthed rumour:
    gossipers defilin’ her name.
    The truth of the matter the mornin’ will scatter
    the day into light’s disarray.
    I should have known better but who knows the weather
    when waitin’, the comin’ of day.

    Make way! To the jetty, my boat's at the ready,
    her timbers are achin’ to flee.
    I’ll pack me a compass an’ belly the canvas
    on winds of whatever will be.
    What use irritatin’ the tempers of waitin’:
    the waitin’ for what, but her lies.
    A fair wind’s a greetin’ the sails when a meetin’
    an’ the tide is calm on the rise.

    No more will I find me in that left behind me:
    what’s done in the makin’s, is done.
    The ebbin’ of evenin’ will dim a man’s leavin’:
    departin’ what she has become.
    To yon, the horizon, no use criticisin’:
    I’ll leave what is left of my heart.
    To the bayou, her skeeters, croakers an’ cheaters;
    whose gators would rip you apart.


  • #2
    Wow; once more, as with many of your rhymes, I would love to hear this sung; brilliant, as always, Tony You not only tell wonderful tales but you paint such imagery too.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Karen, A slow bluesy one, this one, plenty of slide guitar. Thank you very much, most kind of you indeed. I trust you are well, Tony.

  • #3
    I agree with Mooneyblack. Love your stories, the rhyme, the imagery, the flow. Well done poet!!

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello AlexandratheLate, So happy you enjoy my stories, keeps an old man young - just a tad, that is - hahaha!. Thank you very much. Do take care now, Tony.

  • #4
    Yes Tony yes! Each line exploding in rhyme. A symphony of poetry. An endless well flowing to it’s epic conclusion.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Bobby, So kind of you to read and respond, and a lovely response it is and so very much appreciated. All the best to you, Tony.

  • #5
    Tony you are a consummate storyteller., but it is more than that structure. accent etc every aspect is consistant quality

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Parkinsonspoet, What a fine response this is and I do thank you so very much, truly. Do take care now, Tony.

  • #6
    I enjoyed reading this, fun language, thank you for sharing.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello amenOra, You are welcome. Delighted you enjoyed the reading. Thank you very much. I trust you are in fine health, Tony.

  • #7
    A masterfully told tale of done-him-wrong in the seething humidity; absolutely rife with rhyme, yet all of it serving the narrative, not itself. Bravo, Tony; you are a balladeer without peer.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello grant, Thank you so very much for your lovely response, most kind of you, indeed. I am thrilled that you enjoyed this one. Do take care now, Tony.

  • #8
    Each unsurpassed epic
    you pass with another
    every time that you
    post on the site.

    From the first
    to the last
    there's no rhyme
    that's lost,

    When will age
    make you
    give up
    the fight?

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Johntee, Well, what a beautiful and poetic response and so very much appreciated, sincerely so. Not really a fighter, the truth be known but I have been known, to mosey - hahaha! All the very best to you, Tony.

  • #9
    What a story!

    And the poetic prowess, in the telling!

    So many, masterful, memorable phrases.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Dwayne, Delighted you enjoyed this story of mine, and your fine words are so very much appreciated. Fond regards, Tony.
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