Defeated by none,
Not Yellow Fever or Smallpox
Not Betsy or Katrina
Not politics or social upheavals
300 bold and holding!
Town to natives
Close and far
French and Spanish
African and German.
Relentless history
Full of voodoo magic
With torturous pin dolls
To Catholicism
And communal graves.
With extremes of attraction
From plastic tub drummer boy
To sauve pianist in the Bombay bar
This city has a place for all.
Potted flowers and crawling vines
On wrought iron railings
Hang over the street.
Defined by New Orleanians
As their galleries.
With bourbon in hands
And string of beads
Viewer leans over
Sees passing parades,
Ole times revisited.
Each corner block
Defined so well
Be it praline store
Oyster bar
Or the Great Joan d’Arc!
Upstream, curvaceous Mississippi
Teams with steamboats
Cruisers, even tugboats.
Side line streets crawl with
Mule drawn buggies, rickshaws and trams.
All seen with coffee and beignets
From never closed, Du Mondes!
Perhaps this is
The city in the south
That never sleeps!
As the music, the art, the culture
The food
Has no time to wait
For those who cannot feel
The wind and string beats!
rhythmandthedancer 
Sounds like a great place! You brought it to life.
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Kind of place that leaves you thinking about it after you leave.. so rich in so many ways
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Sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to visit. Hopefully, one day.
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Loved this!! Such a good description of New Orleans for those of us who have not been there😁😁
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Awww! Thanks buddy
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Yes, I liked this poem about New Orleans it fits what I have seen in pictures and on Television. Your words made it more appealing to my eyes !!
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Thank you.. that’s very good to hear!
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Nicely penned.nice sharing.
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Thank you 🙏 very kind and appreciated
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