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THEWhaling SHIP CAPTAIN's LOVER ballad dedicated my gmother's life

THE SHIP CAPTAIN’S LOVER   (from my grandmother's life--her betrothed lost at sea on a whaling vessel in Norway 1890)

by Victoria Anderson-Throop

The winds blow free
And the winds blow cold
There never was a man so bold
As the man I loved who went to sea
The month he was to marry  me

Times were hard
And times were tough
Winds were cold
North seas were rough

But a whaling man will fight for breath
Dare the sea , defy their death
He ordered his crew
“come follow me
Who fears to sail
Is cowardly”

“No, don’t leave me--
Please --I called”
He slapped me then
He was appalled

I had shamed him with my fear
I should have handed him his gear
And wished him well upon his way
Gone on like any other day

A woman’s place is by the shore
Nothing less and nothing more
She never begs and never cries
Unless her own beloved dies

While I waited on the shore
Fear seeped out of every pore
Days went by
And then a week
Tears were shed by brave and meek

Life was bitter, life was sour
A bell was sounded from the tower
For each beloved man
Now lost--
What a bitter
Deadly cost.

And , for me,
My life's in tatters.
Men don’t know the thing that matters--
I wish I had my man so sweet
Not my world
Thrown at my feet.

Oh darlin’ babe now in my arms
Don’t fall victim to wild charms
When the sea calls in your head
Stay at home-- die in your bed



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The Ballad Of Heretical Appliances Pt.1

Late one mornin', I was layin',
the sofa makin' me sore;
the fridge was hummin' nastily,
leakin' all over the floor,
while the fan noisily disturbed
dust motes of all kinds;
Sunlight was busy peakin' through
my carefully closed blinds.
I, then, started sneezin' with
horrid strength far too often.
At first at a loss for what
got me wheezin' 'n coughin',
it suddenly dawned on me,
it was my soul tryin' to escape.
So, I knew what I really needed:
a fresh roll of maskin' tape.
But, those connivin' appliances
were conspirin' against me,
for some reason, aidin' my spirit's
traitorous attempt to flee;
as I arose from the sofa, an
unholy fit made my chest tight,
dust blew into my eyes, robbin'
me of righteous sight.
Yet, like some noble saint,
I struggled ever on;
the sole, uncarin' witness was 
the curious mornin' Sun.
Sufferin' from watchful heat
and fan-blown blindness,
made my way to the kitchen,
thankin' it's cool, linoleum kindness,
only to slip on it's tiles,
where the fridge's water'd settled.
Like Peter, my near-martyrdom
was ass-over-tea-kettled.
Resurrectin' myself, resentin' now,
the Sun's greedy gaze all mornin',
My sightlessness was lifted
to the chorus of robins singin'.


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The Ballad Of Heretical Appliances Pt.2

My head still ringin' with
the effects of concussion,
while,the fridge hummed to
the fan's whirlin' percussion.
Though, my sneezin' fit had
finally, apparently passed,
I couldn't risk this threat of
fan, fridge, and soul amassed.
With a great, dire caution,
I walked so eloquently
to the kitchen drawers, then,
ripped through them, reverently,
found the roll of sticky paper
my salvation sorely needed;
kept my back to the Sun,
as it's distant attention grew heated.
I tore off seven pieces for
my mouth, ears, nostrils, and eyes,
sealed 'em tight against,
what could only be Satan's lies.
Havin' achieved this most
burnin' of any goal,
that bein' the denial of
the flight of my eternal soul,
I parted the blinds to hurl
a muffled curse at the sky,
and the Sun in it's cozy
seat, up there on high:
"You good fer nuthin' giant lightbulb,
what've you got to fear?
Quit yer silent gawkin',
I coulda used yer help down here!".
I, of course, waited the
accepted forty minutes, forty seconds,
before tearin' off the tape
and startin' the admonissions,
quotin' scripture to the fridge 'n fan,
knowin' they'd see their sin,
I, then, shouted in victory,
"To Hell with you soul, I win!".


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The Ballad of the Winter Fallen

It was the cold and dark of winter
I was outside playing alone
My fingers were chilled like cinders
I ventured far from home

I turned around and it was white
I couldn't see at all
So I closed my eyes real tight
Then I began to fall...

I fell into a slumber
Awaken by bright lights
I heard the sound of water
I felt I slept all night

I saw a beautiful girl
With a voice as enchanting as gold
Her clothes white as pearl
She wasn't that old

I took her sweet soft hand
We walked to a grave
The grave's in white sand
My soul she couldn't save

Lights of green and blue
I was suddenly in a room
Kids in white dresses too!
Could it be my doom?

Taken to water so clear
I could hear my dad calling
His voice full of fear
The sound so loud appalling

I fell into the pond
Appeared in front of the door
This is the truth my bond
My dream existed before