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At the age of nine her tribe was raided by Apache Indian enemies.
She lost her whole family and was forced to succumb to Apache slavery.
She was traded to white men in exchange for ten of the white man's ponies
She now was a servant for the Maxwell family and technically their property.
She took on the Maxwell name and all treated her as a member of the family.
Outsiders looked upon her as a legal slave,
but her new life was truly liberated and free.
She became a permanent fixture in her community
for her care giving skills and herbal remedies.
Most if not all depended upon she
when a loved one fell ill, sick with disease.
Her name was Deluvina Maxwell,
of Navajo Indian kindred,
but in history she is known to all mostly
as the closest friend of Billy, the Kid.
She was ten years his senior and Billy probably saw her
as a strong mother figure for him.
There's also been rumors that the Kid and Deluvina
engaged in some steamy romancing,
but we'll never know, we can only be sure of this one very real thing.
After the Kid was shot and killed, Deluvina never stopped grieving.
She would visit the Kid's grave well into her senior years,
her hand held over her heart weeping endless tears.
and so regarding the above, this is what I do hereby contend;
Deluvina and the Kid were very special close friends.
They are coming to take you away, aha.
I hate corners know he will be standing there
A Parisian Apache, one leg resting on a wall
Of a closed-down factory.
Smoking Gitane a cigarette.
Sharpening his stiletto, cleaning his fingernails.
Or a farmer, stony ground fed up, takes his spade
and cut my throat,
A geyser of blood that will fertilize the floor
it could also happen walking home after an evening
at the pub, falling face down in a puddle where yellow welly floats.
It could be so banal, as falling when going to the loo
with a broken nose, no one hears the muffled screams
dying and not saying anything divine.
I have to buy a coffin it must be wide, sleep in it every night
wake up in the morning dead, with sunlight on my pale face.
It didn't take long
every manager there
tried signing both men.
Looking out for there
interest, calling making
arrangements. Both men
were advised of what
they were getting involved
With. They choose a manager
and signed the contract.
A meddling Scooter Bainez
Came down and involved
himself, told both men
He looked forward to weaseling
his way into contention, and told
whoever lost should be made to
leave; cause didn't feel like hearing
no whiney helper licking his wounds
like a whiny brat!
The match went on.
At 22:19 " Meaty" Morehead of Ord
Came down to ringside and
Apache Chopped "The Kruel"Cast Guilder
allowing The Big sky , to gain the fall
at 30:01. The Big sky became the new
World's champion!
I loved you John Wayne!
I wished you were my father
or maybe an older brother
who’d tutor me to be tough
when manners weren’t enough
and toughness was needed
that civility be heeded
and not to brag or complain.
O I loved you John Wayne!
As soon as I was old enough
to earn the price of admission
I saw your films in succession
at the first run houses down
in the big deal part of town
and enshrined each one on a list
taped to my bedside wall
and read about the ones I’d missed.
Shucks, I loved you most of all!
Fort Apache and Red River
took pride of place on the page;
they’d eaten up my weekly wage.
I missed the Yellow Ribbon;
I hoped I’d be forgiven.
At the Rio and the Broad
(in a dicey neighborhood)
I atoned with films you’d done
before I was even born.
Western after Western
and tales of oil and whiskey
and scheming ladies, O so risky!
I hoped I’d be excused
when I compromised my muse
by adding well-built gals
to Duke and all his pals.
Montez, Russell, and Lake
made my hormones quake.
O I loved you, John Wayne.
I could feel your bashful pain
When the pretty lady roped you
and hat in hand you’d bow,
the furrow deepening on your brow,
and utter monosyllables plus “Ma’am,”
no longer a ram, more like a lamb.
O I shared you pain, John Wayne!
And still I loved you John Wayne,
your true grit and donnybrook,
your menacing brow, the look
that said, “Enough, my friend.
“This bull is going to end!”
You swaggered? (not quite it--
as if your boots didn’t quite fit?)
You took him by the horns and shook;
Plomp! Down went the snook!
How I loved you, John Wayne!
And I love you still when again I see
the doughty Duke on my smart TV
as much as Papa’s lone old man,
with fish chewed down to the bone
loved Joltin’ Joe Dimaggio
when the Clipper’s legs began to go
and he was hobbled by his heel.
John Wayne, you were the real deal.
Mounted on a bare backed palomino
fighting for the right to live in peace,
leader of the warrior Apaches
stood an indian chief called Cochise.
Six feet tall with long black hair
honest, brave and wise,
and as with all the Nations chiefs
their words were never lies.
He made a pact with the soldiers
they agreed Cochise could stay,
but when they hung some of his friends
he decided they should pay.
From high in the Arizona mountains
preparing his warriors for war,
Cochise would attack them Apache style
to show what he thought of their law.
Cochise attacked fast and furious
the amount that were killed was absurd,
but this bloodshed wouldn't have happened
if the soldiers had just kept their word.
After many years of fighting
Cochise was never caught,
and the government should not forget
the lesson they were taught.
You can drive them from their homeland
with attacks that never cease,
but you cannot break their spirit
or their will to live in peace.
a cooling, refreshing contrast
the others provided a richer smoker
taste
a subtle but effective aromatic depth
a floral a bright, a citrusy, accent
consistent and smooth
each compliments the other
blending the sweet ripe taste
of both cherry and strawberries
Bing Chelan and Sweet Kiss,
Mara des Bois stands out as favorites
Natchez throneless sweetness are to
in consideration as Darrow Ponce or Apache
The Triple Crown stands out front
to provide flavor to the full richness of a blend
A creation of a product to be marveled
the world abroad. The felt jacket
may not have been a great choice
as it collected everything
from pet fur and hair.
Deep in the woods I can hear a twig snap
A bird goes into flight that was sitting on a limb beside me
And it just so happens that right now we are at war with another tribe
But I must remember the cries of the mothers and children
Yes I heard them, with a determined look as I left the village this morning
It is in mourning for the lost of our Cheif who died in starvation
He would not eat because our village is hungry
He had the greatest Heart
For he gave his food to the children
But I cant resist it
I put my warpaint on
I dip my finger in it
And run it under my eye
I no longer sit and listen
For an Apache Warrior is now on the War path
After I kill my enemy
I will take his horse and feed the hungry
I send out my thanks to The Great Spirit for this day
I'm so happy because a horse will feed more than a deer
Great Spirit i love you my Cheif is honored
So I set aside my bow, and instantly in my hand is my Tomahawk
I love to stalk 'em before I chop 'em up
Once upon along ago
Pioneers sailed over ocean flows
To start anew in a different world
Where centuries later new flags unfurled
The above appears reasonable to me
But it's the happenings to the Apache and Cree
The Westward Movement was inevitable
Murderous chaos as the indigenous fell
It's so easy to sit now and look back at the past
Where our ancestors prospered, whilst theirs didn't last
Do we look on in pride at our family tree
Never caring to the think about the Cree, Apache
Borders will fall as others will be encroached
Lands will be taken or politically poached
The Westward Movement are white mans words
But for gunfire and greed, they may never have been heard
Four hours till the drop time is standing still
As I mentally prepare myself gotta watch for the cops
I hear the spirit still
Baby we could be like the fox and the hound
Because let's be honest it's no fun playing with yourself
Baby no hard feelings I wish you well
I ain't got a red hand to be caught
Let me fly or give me death
Feel the ripples echo through your heart
Hia-chop! I caught you through trickery
Initially, your heart beats on this side of the mysterious
Positionally, the Lord still Loves me uncoditionally
Cherry Terror Blanco Vendetta
I evolve Orange Cinderella
As planets revolve Djins suffer disadvantages
I'm an Apache man
You better study close the dynamics involved
I'm bigger than ballistic test in a field exam
I come in Cannons!
I'm facing giants, demons the size of dinosaurs
there goes a T-Rex and a Terror Taurus
And I'm the asteroid headed for their ass
Welcome to my paradigm
As I take you on a stroll through paradise
Where survival is a picnic of 51 ideas
I was thinking maybe we could get our heads together on some night
Because 2 swords are better than 1
Don't you think that is right?
1905
Geronimo went to Washington
to meet the Great White Father
(where he hoped to bury the hatchet)
and save his Indian Nation...
checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked,
"Do you have a reservation?"
The perfect poker face when playing cards
(his guards were nearly always broke)
said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he
to pay for educating children of the Apache.
He later rode with Pawnee Bill
in what was known as the 'Wild West',
(and what a circus)
a chief he never was,
1909
died of pneumonia all too soon,
'Geronimo Now a Good Indian,'
read the headline of The Chicago Daily Tribune.