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Jesus Christ Be Praised

Jesus Christ Be Praised
By Roy Merritt

He went to see the queen of Spain told her the world was round
That he could get to the east going west that’s what he had found
He told her if he sailed the Atlantic kept going that way  
He could find the wondrous Orient could even find Cathay 

Then they wouldn’t have to go east down that long Silk Road 
And worry about the Muhammadans or bandits as they go  
And so after several tries they finally gave in agreed
And gave him the money for three ships whatever else he’d need

And so on August 3 he set sail pushing out to sea
With three ships the Nina, Pinta and the Santa Marie
And so after many tribulations pushing along with the wind
On Oct. 12 they spotted land their journey at its end

They landed in Hispaniola the natives sorely amazed
They’d never seen such a sight in all their many days
They treated the strangers kindly treated them just like kings
Treated them with human kindness amazed by many things

So Columbus returned to Spain told them of many treasures
This land could provide of many great pleasures
But by his third visit there he'd inspired much hate
The natives wanted to kill him they by now irate

He’d turned them to bondage to work as a slave 
Claiming to make them Christian, Christian to be saved 
This be the way the true Christian word
To enslave a man in bondage which certainly be absurd

Oh yes this be the religion Jesus Christ inspired
The one and only true religion soon to spread like fire
And at last it made to Europe continent of the white man
Who declared an intention to spread it to every land

And so off they went conquering Jesus Christ be praised
At the same time enriching himself turning men to slaves 
Turning men to slaves turning them into beasts 
Jesus Christ be praised Jesus Christ GIVE FEAST!

Premium Member Tango With Me

Come candlelight, tango with me -
Your bittersweet, tri-colored braid,
Dramatic, stealthy, twined esprit.
Your piercing angst, my eyes invade.

Your bittersweet, tri-colored braid -
Blue, orange, yellow sizzling flame.
The piercing angst, my eyes invade.
O mi amor - you are not tame.

Blue, orange, yellow sizzling flame
Your pinta of wax - cold and hot.
O mi amor - you are not tame.
Stilettos feel the burn, the plot.

Your pinta of wax - cold and hot.
Dramatic, stealthy, twined esprit.
Stilettos feel the burn, the plot.
Come candlelight, tango with me.

8/26/2022
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*pinta — Appearance; presentation: Includes clothes, grooming, posture, expression, and manner of speaking and relating to the world.

**mi amor - my love

The Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria

Sparkling, empty blue sea
sails break the distant horizon
first one
then two
finally three ships making way 
toward unsuspecting shell-gatherers
brown-skinned and naked on
the hot Caribbean sand

Had they known 
they could have feigned friendship
Then slaughtered them all in the night
Burned the great ships and
been done with it.
At least for a while


Christopher Columbus Trilogy

In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In the Pinta, Nina and Santa Marie
He found the New World,
And got spooked by a squirrel.
Thats the last you heard of C.C.

God had created the New World.
And saw that it was good.
In mystery it  remained covered,
Till Columbus came and discovered
Just as his Lord knew that he would.

He sailed with the blessing of Spain
And when he dicovered the land,
He named it after Amerigo Vespucci,
('Cause he had not yet heard of Gucci,)
As God instructed him beforehand.

                                                                               Charlie Pelota HSLP

Columbus Day Dream

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            Columbus Day Dream
 
Christopher Colombo was the very one.
          Born in Italy 1451.
Day dreamed of sailing while weaving wool.
    A captain at sea was in his soul.

His quest compelled him westward bound.
God let him know the world was round.
In fourteen hundred and ninety two.
Three ships set sail on the ocean blue.
The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria.
He captained all three and discovered 
              ~~~AMERICA~~~

COLUMBUS DAY OCT.13th.
 
MAFLongfellow

Premium Member Las Naves De Madera

LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted 
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.

Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash in.
The navigater shot the course
over the main, visions of tapestry and lace
and all sorts of spices in his head.
Gold? Well--Sí, oro. 
But he never dreamed.

The natives appeared naked and restless.
In scatted shades of blues and reds,
artists painted skirts on the girls,
long shirts on the old women,
loincloth on the men,
and a pearl studded gilded  robe on the king.
Which Chris promptly stole.
His mistake was trying to hide it
from Isabella.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.


The Sickness In My Heart

There is a sickness in my heart
It began a long time ago
With three evil spirits that came out of the sea
From the land of the rising sun
Quietly floating on three great canoes.

The mother and her twin daughters
Santa Maria was the mother's name
She who claimed to have birthed the Great Spirit
For she was the spirit of pride
Who laid claim to whatever she touched.

One daughter was the spirit of greed
She had two faces and both had two tongues
Pinta was her name
She birthed the iron horse that bellowed black smoke
That cut the land into pieces 
And swallowed whole the buffalo herds
Spreading the spotted death as it went.

Her other daughter was the spirit of hate
She looked harmless but killed with thunder
Nina was her name
Poison sprang from her breasts
Fire mixed with water
That which mimics courage but steals the soul
She came seducing and destroying all she could.

They entered the land and made her sick
And then the people became sick
Then the plants and animals became sick
Then the water and the air became sick
Many were rubbed out
The rest are sick and dying.

There is a sickness in my heart
It began a long time ago 
With three evil spirits that entered into the land
They rode upon a pale horse
And his face is white as death.


Timothy I. Brumley
For my Grandmother's people the Seminole Nation

Eat, Drink and Be Merry

'Six slices a day is the well balanced way'
the boffins back then told us all,
but now I'm not impressed, they say 'wholemeal is best,
and more healthy' their clarion call.
For a good spirit lifter, an evening snifter
was, we were told, good for the heart,
now they say fourteen units (down from twenty-one)
in a week keeps you safe, if you're smart.
'Drinka pinta milka day' the adverts said,
it's good for the teeth and the bones,
now 'half fat, low dairy' the choices are scary
I may well just leave them alone.
Our family had chips cooked in gallons of lard,
spread dripping and salt on our toast,
bacon ate with the rind, and no scraps left behind
gravy made with the juice from the roast.
We ate this sinful food with no qualms or remorse
and left the table feeling full,
 those boffins may be right but I think, with hindsight
that their lives must be terribly dull.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Boats

nina a little girl and may flower
a promise of future boom
pinta a piñata let me eat candid

The New World

I circled the world in a point of time
And I discovered the story 
Of Christopher Columbus’s lifetime
You know, he was born in Italy in 1451?

Young Chris sailed the seas as a felon
Attacking the ships of Moors,
But sadly his vessel was a sunken
Luckily he knew how to swim ashore.

Chris and his brother joined together,
And then he married happily
His wife’s father gave him registers
That all positioned toward the Atlantic.

Dreams for new lands were not far away
Across the seas they would set sail
To see worlds that would be new that day
And bring news that would change humanity.

First permissions were reject for the Indies
Then loving eyes died shortly afterwards
Leaving a son, so he sailed for the Spanish seas
And once more nobility refused his traveling ideas.

There was another wife and yet another child
In the shadow of time were more denials
His needs for finance seemed lost and wild
When a priest put forward for his sake and won.

Chris found his way together with his sons
And three ships that set sail for the Indies
Santa Maria flowed proudly in the setting sun
The Pinta, and The Nina followed closely behind.

The final voyage with vivid eyes showed the way
In 1492 Columbus sailed to the Canaries,
And the Sargasso Seas guided false passageway
Mutiny, anger and violence almost ruined the trip.

Alas the ideas of India and China came into view 
Though the Santa Maria sank into the sea
The New World had been discovered by the few
It is now time to go home and spread the great news.

The journey has found a new world for the future
And the human race will now circle the globe
Ships will come and develop a land that is ever pure
Together the new lands will stand fourth as one big world.

Lonesome George For Billy

Lonesome George  is Gone

The Pinta Tortoise breed is no more
He was discovered in 1972, six hundred miles from Ecuador.

He was the only one left the others have died out
They tried to breed poor George but he was no sex lout
They tried and tempted him with females, all tortoises but not the same DNA
But lonesome George was uninterested, he didn’t want to play.

100 hundred years old, they thought old George was when he did die
I’m not sure - but I don’t think many men would even try
I think it may have been the strain of tempting him to sin
Parading females round his haven waiting for him to get stuck in.

Many men would love it, that I do believe
But poor George couldn’t get it up their frustrations to relieve
They say he died stretched out perhaps, he had a go
But maybe she got fed up waiting, and decided she would go.

Not wanting to hurt his feelings and telling him not to worry
Perhaps she was getting bored and told him he should hurry.
Poor George they will not leave alone they will necropsy him today
I wonder if anyone thought, poor George may have been gay.
© 26/06/2012~GG~

Hi Billy this is the ine I was telling you about.

A Tribute To the Greatest Navigator

One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land  filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage, 
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies, 
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!

Premium Member Unfurl Your Sails

Each fragile dandelion Orb of feathered, tiptoed seeds
Invite Curiosity's breath to loft your prosperous needs

Anchor away La Pinta, La Niña, cast off Santa Maria
Heave hoe your Astrolabe Star ward to map Nirvana

Sail well past your daunting precipice in daring abandon
The Perils of Earth's plate, let emptier thoughts imagine

Be bold.  Lift in weightless step.  Jump ship to board Apollo
Hitch a ride to wander in imagination the coming tomorrow

Premium Member Countdown

~12000 BC            Sabre Tooth Tiger
~ 1650 BC             Mammoth
   1681                  Dodo
~ 1890                  Falkland Islands Wolf
   1918                  Carolina Parakeet
   1938                  Schomburgk's Deer
~ 1960                  Javan Tiger
   1973                  Tecopa Pupfish
   1975                  Round Island Burrowing Boa
   1979                  Dutch Alcon Blue Butterfly
   1994                  Golden Toad
   2000                  Pyrenean Ibex
   2002                  Baiji White Dolphin
   2004                  Black-faced Honeycreeper
   2006                  West African Black Rhino
   2015                  Pinta Island Tortoise
   20??                  H0m0 Sapiens

Premium Member Indigenous Peoples Day

When I was young I couldn’t wait to go outside and play
when school was not in session on Christopher Columbus Day.

We were taught all the stories…how he sailed the ocean blue
with the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…in 1492.

We were taught he was a great explorer, across the oceans his boats swirled.
We were taught this Italian man who sailed for Spain discovered our new world.

He’s such a navigation hero our history books proclaim
that cities across this nation are christened in his name.

He’s been given the ultimate accolade…banks are closed and children play
as we commemorate Christopher Columbus with his very own holiday...

But then a strange thing happened, we found the history books were skewed
and we weren’t ready for the things we read or the feelings that ensued.

It seems this new world theory comes with a little hitch
Columbus wasn’t looking for America he just wanted to get rich.

He thought he’d sail to Asia when he left Spain that fateful day
but he was wrong about the route and America got in the way.

It was in the Caribbean not America where Columbus made landfall.
The fact is…he never landed on or visited America at all.

About his claim of discovering a new world…it’s a very misleading stat
I think the Native Americans might have something to say about that.

Because if I’m not mistaken they were here many years before
Christopher Columbus accidentally bumped into their shore.

And would a man who we’ve been taught was courageous, great and brave
kill the people who were already here or turn them into slaves?

Would we still look at Columbus Day with as much innocence and pride
If we knew how he decimated a people and committed genocide?

No, I think it’s time we stop giving Columbus so much dignity and glory
and teach our children while they’re in school…both sides of the story.


Perhaps then all of America will commemorate and cheer
those who really discovered our country…
you know, the ones who were already here.

So the next generation of children will be excited to go outside and play
when their school is not in session on Indigenous People’s Day.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.

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