Defining Moments

The witch’s black cat… Came flying through the air… Should we catch it… Should we dare… Should we just let the cat… Come tumbling down… Should we let the cat roll… Over and over on the ground… And why did this cat… Come flying through the air… Someone had to throw it… Ask the witch, if you really care… I’m not asking the witch… Especially not on Halloween… She turns everyone into pumpkins…. Or have you not seen… So when you see the witch’s cat… Let’s all hope that it’s not dead… And please don’t kick… The pumpkins in the head… © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

  You came into my life… At a time when I needed you most… Your friendship was something special… You untied me from the bed post… You knew my heart was broken… I was simply trying to move on… You said it was all going to be alright… You made my sadness finally be gone… We talked late into the evening… You wanted to take it slow… You said everything would be better… If only I would finally let go… You showed me how to be patient… You said my broken heart would mend… You said all I need in my life… Was an honest and caring friend… You held my hand so softly… And then you pulled me near… You knew I needed to be held… Your hugs were so sincere… You made me feel I could trust you… A feeling I hadn’t felt in so long… You told me everything would be alright… That next to you was where I belong… Now we go to church on Sunday… We walk in the park hand to hand… You show me what true love should feel like… Not butterflies in some fairyland… Thank you for being there for me… Thank you for giv...

I love to spend my afternoons… Walking leisurely through the park… I love to feel the fresh air on my face… Listening to music from a robin or a lark… I love to watch the school children… As they feed the ducks and the geese… I love to hold the hand of my girl… So much love and joy and peace… It seems that life is just wonderful… As young mothers stroll in a group… Their babies sleep and all is well… Until I step in a pile of dog poop… There’s only one thing I dislike more… Than running from an aggressive goose… And that’s the sight of some hipster… Too important to pick up his dog’s duce… I don’t want to sound like an old fart… And I don’t want to come across as a nag… But the park is here for everyone to enjoy… So, please, just carry a frickin poop bag… ©  2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

I’m just a butt man… I kinda like ‘em all… I like ‘em big… I like ‘em small… I like ‘em short… I like ‘em tall… I’m just a butt man… I kinda like ‘em all… Pause… I’m just a butt man… I kinda like ‘em all… I like ‘em jiggly… I like ‘em tight… I like ‘em morning… Noon and night… I’m just a butt man… I kinda like ‘em all… Pause… I’m just a butt man… I kinda like ‘em all… I like ‘em young… I like ‘em old… I like ‘em shy… I like ‘em bold… I’m just a butt man… I kinda like ‘em all… ©  2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

When you come to visit New Orleans… Make sure you have a way to leave… Because in da Big Easy we only have one jail… Leaving many families to bereave… Most of the stories you hear are true… But the dead man tells no tale… You might consider yourself lucky… If you are able to spend the night in jail… So if you come visit New Orleans… Make sure you come with a clear head… Because you wanna get back home alive… And not stay here among the dead… Happy Halloween! 👻 🎃 🐈‍⬛  © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

This morning I saw a blackbird… Resting in the cool air of Spring… While perched on an iron fence… Searching for something, anything… How long had he been resting… Was it a blackbird, a raven or a crow… Was he a he or was he a she… How in the hell was I supposed to know… What if I was a blackbird… Would I sing in the dead of night… Would I take my broken wings… Have the freedom to take flight… What if I was a raven… And a friend with Edgar Allan Poe… Was McCartney a fan of the poet… How in the hell was I supposed to know… What if I was a crow… Would I take my sunken eyes and learned to see… Would I fly away and be as free as a bird… What are all these crazy questions you’re asking me… Blackbird searching in the light of day… Wondering how the raven and the crow flies… Is it finally time to cut my chains… You were waiting for this moment to arise… ©  2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice Photograph by NOLA Val

Don’t be a meanie… Buy that girl a weenie… I got ‘em six inches fat or twelve inches dat… Come on sweetie, what’s your measure… Don’t be so groggy… Buy that girl a doggie… I got ‘em thick and juicy, just for you Lucy… Come on gorgeous, try a New Orleans treasure… What’s with your demeanor… Buy that girl a wiener… I got ‘em thick and hard, perfect for her backyard… Come on darlin’, what’s your pleasure… © 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice