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Here They Come
Reflecting on When They Won
It Is the Raiders Who Are Now Living Here
To Allow Las Vegas To Let Out A Devious Cheer
Jon Gruden Known as Chucky
Will Hope to Roll Those TD Sevens to Be Lucky
Then There Is Derek Carr In the Driver’s Seat
Looking to Take Down Their Football Guest in The Desert Heat
Las Vegas Gave A Piece of Land
To A Well-Known Brand
That May Import the Oakland Fan
Wanting to Keep That Summer Suntan
They Wear Their Silver and Black
Ready to Defend the Gridiron Attack
From LA, KC and Denver, They Will Arrive
Trying to Come Up with That Weekend Lie
Yeah, We Know How to Beat Vegas, They Will Say
Until Check Out Time When the Raiderette Working Registration Requests for The Pay
At Least Eight Times the Visitor Will Get Room Service
Before Getting to The Stadium Where They Will Be Nervous
Through Thick and Thin
Remember What the Hotel Says Wynn Encore Wynn
With All This California Stuff Buried in The Past
Raiders Will Not Be in Last
They Will Ride the Bronco at Gilleys
Get Charged Inside Wet and Willies
And When It Comes to The Chiefs
There Will Be No Relief
For All This to Work
We Must Take Our Fork
From That Imaginary Devil
And Rise to The Raider Level
Dad was a great piano player
Grandpa Luther was a great man
He burned his wife’s Bible
In 1942, when Colorado farmers
Decided all Germans and Japanese
Threatened them
My grandmother
Got another Bible
English version
She didn’t have to hide
Governor Ralph Lawrence Carr
Was a great man, too
The only one who stood for
The rights of Japanese
–Americans– just like he
Said, “if you harm them
You must harm me.”
Thanks to Governor Ralph
Ito
My grandpa’s neighbor
Remained free
When his haystack was burned
He would not accept charity
So grandpa accepted his trade
Ito’s piano for grandpa’s hay
And that's how Dad
Learned to play
For many years you starred on Happy Days as Howard Cunningham.
When your fans learned that you died, they most likely said "DAMN!"
You starred in Father Dowling Mysteries as a Catholic Priest.
You have passed away and now you will Rest In Peace.
When you began acting, everybody knew that you would go far.
First you married Jane Eliot and later you married Patricia Carr.
You starred as Sheriff Amos Tupper on Murder She Wrote.
Even though you were rich and famous, you didn't gloat.
I've watched you on TV shows since I was a little boy.
You were a friendly and talented man who people enjoyed.
You were a loving husband and an awesome dad.
You died at the age of 83 and millions of people are sad.
(DEDICATED TO TOM BOSLEY WHO DIED OCTOBER 19, 2010.)
The Little White Church
The little white church engulfed by the immensity
Of Western Hemlock, Red Cedar, and Douglas Fir
On Nootka Island in Nootka Sound
Confirms the remoteness of the Yuquot Village
On the west coast of Vancouver Island.
The green of the trees towering above and around
Glorifies the whitewashed wood of the chapel.
Surrounding the path leading to the entrance
Are coastal ferns leaning as if pointing the way,
Akin to a Westminster Abbey in the rainforest.
The windowless facade structure faces the ocean
As a defence against the wind’s many directional forces,
While crosses protected in the yard by a picket fence
Bear testimony to Christ’s presence
Among the Mowachaht/Muchalaht First Nations.
Above the door to the house of God,
A steeple rises with a cross on top
And a bell that tolls to call the “people of the deer”
Of Friendly Cove to gather, worship, and pray
In Jesus Christ’s name, Lord and Saviour.
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Note:
“The Little White Church” is an ekphrastic poem describing the painting of a local church located on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada, by Canadian artist Emily Carr (1871–1945) entitled “Native Church” (1929).
You were just cockroaches, not people at all.
The young men stare at the genocide perpetrator.
It was our teaching, we were taught to maim and kill you.
You were cockroaches. Three orphans tried to understand.
In April 1994 a million people were killed in Rwanda,
Because they were the minority. Unarmed women and children, slaughtered.
By machetes and steel-nailed clubs called “no mercy”.
Twenty-five years later three young men meet one of the perpetrators.
The perpetrator asks for forgiveness yet he gave no mercy.
The three orphans have healed through the art of photography.
They were taken in to an orphanage run by Ros Carr, age eighty-two.
She welcomed David Jiranek, who taught the orphans photography.
They were eight, nine and ten, and they were lost, saddened by sorrow.
Photography showed them a way to express themselves; it was cathartic.
One of the orphans said “I realized then that I mattered.”
These three were able to document their stories.
They are now sitting under a tree, listening to one of the perpetrators.
He had spent fifteen years in prison for his crimes.
They have found humanity that was lost to them, but now is found.
Forgiveness in another step in their healing process to wholeness.
"Art is art, nature is nature you cannot improve upon it ...
Pictures should be inspired by nature but made of the soul
of the artist. It is the soul of the individual that counts."
_ Emily Carr, Canadian Artist and Author, 1817 - 1945
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March is International Women's Month and I salute all women who
have made a difference in the world. You are an inspiration for
all women to strife to be. I would like to highlight one woman
who has inspired my art, photography and writing, and
her name is Emily Carr, a Canadian Icon, Artist and Author.
Emily was born in 1817, in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.
She has been described as Canada's Van Gogh. She embraced
a modern style of art inspired by Indigenous Peoples and forests.
Studied in art schools in San Francisco, London and Paris.
She returned to Canada in 1911 and embraced painting the grandeur
of forests, quaint villages, and Indigenous peoples and so much more.
Her art was not accepted at the time, but was rediscovered in 1927
with an exhibit at the National Art Gallery in Ottawa, Canada. She
got the attention she deserved. She had bad health in her later years
that prevented her from painting so she wrote, she wrote many books
and she was a good writer. Received the Governor General Literary
Award. In 1971 a stamp was issued to honor her. There is an
Emily Carr University of Art and Design, Public Library, and schools
named after her all across Canada. Emily died in 1945, but lives on .
"Something has called out somewhere
and something in me is trying to answer."
_ Emily Carr
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March 27, 2022
Poetry/Ode/Canadian Icon, Emily Carr
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1443-780-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Tribute to Women
sponsor, Beata Agustin, Judged 04/22/2022
Second Place
In denim- blues skies:
the sun hums gold a decaying monotone
of chest crushing heat on teeming trees
to fields and prairies, where they striptease.
And when the wind gusts:
cool hours seed encoring the hues
of ochres bright not of fire forced.
Spirally wheeled pupils may whirl
as in tireless and heavy rammed blow,
brown crinkled leaves fly in frenzied dance.
Weak limbs shudder too; lulled, they tumble,
fall and rest to coat the earth.
but within the heat, nothing goes to
waste nature regenerates.
It worms the leaves into compost weaves.
Yes, shades of Autumn are nature's mourning
for nature's die yet still its beauty: a romance
as it gratifies the eyes.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Autumn in France
by Emily Carr 1911
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
5:49pm , January 15, 2015