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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Mud bug Stew, Black beans and rice
Collard greens and fat back boiled up Nice
Nothing like a Bowl of Fila Gumbo
Boozoo Chavez play the Crawfish mombo
Blind drunk Betting, and Letting Dollars go
And he blew it all on horses and **'s
Boozoo got a taste of Cold Cash And Cadillacs
Clifton Chenier in Lake Charles too
Snook right past ole drunk Boozoo
His accordian tunes Ripped right By
Boozoo Chavez who did not Know
How Clifton Chenier became
The KING of ZYDECO
*inspired by Historical basis...
true Story from the Bayou... The very first Zydeco Song ever recorded was "Paper in my Shoe" by Boozoo Chavez the Flip side was "No Paper in my Shoe" well Boozoo got a taste of Cold Cash And Cadilacs and he blew it all on horses and **'s, While he was partying it Clifton Chenier worked hard and played long nights ending up the King of Zydeco
both had songs in 1953 both from Lake Charles Loisiana

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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Chasing words that get away,
To chase again another day.
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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Dark are the Days,
With no Flower under the Moon,
Evening cast in darkness withered on the bloom,
First Crescent's bud stirs to Life,
Half Moons bud is full and Live, waiting to...
Blossom under the full moon..... JMF 11/6/14
Written to a friend

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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
I Spent an Evening
With a Couple of Friends.
That for a simple night out
Had a passionate End.
He, Lean with a Beard And,
She lithe and Long Haired.
As they Blindfolded me and,
Gently Lay Me on the Bed.
I soon felt two lips to please,
Two tongues to tease.
Four Hands to Caress,
My Fevered Flesh.
Then she moans softly,
To my Tongue's Manipulation.
I feel the heat of
His deep Penetertion
As we seek out the Rythnm
Of our Excitation.
And Explode in a Torrent
Of Sweat and Flesh


*from the collection "POETIC STALKINGS'
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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
The First Property Sold was the Garden of Eden.......
The Snake Hanging in the Tree full of Fruit...sold the First Subdivision,
As a Real Esssssssssssstate Developer, Slick fork tongued Sales Pitch,
Here have a nice Fruit snack, while we go over Sums and Figures Involved.
Next Time Bring your Husband By,
We can fill Him in on the details, if all else fails.
We can Show him,  the School System,
Filled with Newly Founded Knowledge.
Here in Eden Falls, we are a gaited Community.
Proud of the Fact We are Crime Free.

At first the Residence was a dream,
But as time Passed by things began to fall down
The BBQ grill quit working, Coffee percalator stopped Perking,
And Brown Green Algae Ran Rampant from the,
French Pewter Faucets over Sunken Marble Sinks.
The Aquafer water Shed Clause in the Contract,
Revealed a way to Dump this Site.
But we found S.Atan real Essssstate Deviliment,
Had closed up and ran off in the Night.
Taking off  with all our Cash, Which Commited,
The First Crime in Eden Falls, as Told by God
Its nothing but just glorified Real Esssssstate Fraud
........................................ by JMF 10/2/14
Irreligous of Respect for Real Esssssstate


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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Silent Staunch The Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
A Small Boy playing all the Men not in His Life
Forgetting Strife and Daily Deeds
Zones and Bonding, Contract Bidding
A Small Boy, still not too Old
The Cross Street Jungle Bought and Sold
and all thats left.....
Silent Staunch the Sentry Stands
Guarding Graves of Grassy Fields
and Yesterday Afternoons
................JMF 1968
the first poem i ever wrote was inspired by a sight the field of grass i grew up inwith early August Weeds high was interupted by a tall pol a short pole, a tall pole. a short pole in rows like soldiers the electric coop bought it for a Pole yard but that image haunted me and I wrote this in 15 minutes while walking home from the store with bread and Milk

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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Future Presidents, past.
Dark, huddled figures
Stand Crying.
A thousand eyes
And a small voice...
Whimper, sobs,sighs,
And returns Again
"Why did I have to
Keep the button?
 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
She's pristine and serene
The queen of caffeine
She hangs out at the breakfast scene
Always smiling
Never Mean
She brings our cream
...............JMF 1995
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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
In the middle
of the forest
stands the creosote tree
holding high
its branch conversations
...............JMF 1968
An Americn Haiku

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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Haven't heard From you in weeks…
Brain can't think,
Guess I just don't know what to say.
Waiting on moment, from waiting on word…
I performed adverse observations,
polyphonic annihilation's
of linguistic situations
Intrepid assassinations of language.
Only to sit and ponder.
And wonder.
Where did the words all go
Strewn About like...
Carcasses of coccophony
Stumbled upon by the devotion to Reverence,
Or is it reference, to the Quotes and misquotes
Of misaligned Estutes,Resigned to Following

"Sometimes ya just gotta wonder"..... JMF 11/6/14
at a loss for words

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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
I wrote My first poem at 15 years old, 46 years ago,
Since then My Rhymes Have, Daunted me, Haunted Me,
Pounded and Ground me Down, like a Lexiconographer Hammering out
Words on a steel anvil, and newly formed Syllables ring out in the Night,
As the Darkness Falls. before the Dawn. and I yawn to get up and write  
Another verse...drinking from the stream, drinking from the stream,
Quenching my Verse in the Stream of Consciousness, that flows through
The corridors of Time, and since my Rhymes have Daunted me.....
I wrote this in my Bio but decided to become one of my own verses

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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
A vague sense of foreboding,
A thought that is nagging ,
Riffled through this field of thought
This waiting time has come to naught.
Mulled by seconds ticking, on the clock
If only this impatience I could hock.
I'd take it to a pawn shop and
Get all that it was worth,
And spend it All on fun and mirth.
But alas it has no value
So there's nothing I can do
But sit in idle waiting
Until this all is through

............................JMF 10/7/14
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 Feb 2015
ShamusDeyo
Wind Dances with the rain.....
Upon the Splattered Window Pane  

JMF 11/7/14
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