Biography of George McConnell
I was born and raised in the 'Big Easy' with all of the atmosphere of the 'City that Care Forgot' distilled in my blood from birth. I am the product of the Catholic School system and Graduated from Loyola University of New Orleans in 1980. I am a widower and have spent the last 25 years living and raising a family in Hammond Louisiana.
I love my roots and all my Louisiana Heritage! In any case writing poetry is very comforting for me and I hope those that read mine will enjoy it!
George McConnell Poems
When you leave... close the door, and don't look back, it won't open. Don't think, don't care, don't want to know, its all too familliar anyway!
Touch Me Not
Those little flowers in the Garden that tease the snails that crawl across their tiny petals. Wanting more, they retract alowing for the
Sparks fly as the surface of the sun seems to course across your silent white delicate frame. I know you, as you know the words I have not spoken.
This body.... One soul... Pain creeps in..... Writhing, starting stoping.... Stinging burning evil churning! Once inside it stays and won't leave like a bad neighbor it continues to bother me with unwanted attention! My body aches with fear and loathing for this unwanted companion who always shows up unexpectedly! Find a solution my body screams but this fiend just won't leave. He just stays around till I'm too exhausted to care!
Those Old Captains And Kings
Oh, how they strive to influence and control the hive! They struggle so hard to make Honey from Lard, for they are the Captains and Kings! In Terror they scream, we can't let the people know what we do.
Though the mighty winters fire is stoked, the breath and blast of ages past... removes the heat which made us glad to remember the childhood
Just a little extra I heard the young girl say as she swayed to the sounds Mardi Gras makes! The Trumpets play the Indians Way, and Petes
Rear Your Ugly Head
What a tragedy, the people we meet are not perfect, and for some Strange reason we get to feelin...Bad about It... take pills and Feel
Just a little extra I heard the young girl say as she swayed to the sounds
Mardi Gras makes! The Trumpets play the Indians Way, and Petes
Discrete as his clarinette meets 'The Peep's'! Yea... that's the beat!
Oh, what a way to see the world! Windows open and the people say,
'Show me some sista...' They shout... as the music drowns the