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"He was a brave, resourceful and honest boy. He would have been a successful man under
other circumstances. I loved the youngster in the old days and can say now after the passing
fifty years that I still love his memory. He has gained an unfair and undeserved reputation.
Most of the stories told about him are simply not true at all. He was born into poor
circumstances and did what he did to get by. He was a thousand times better and braver
than any man hunting him." - George Coe, close friend
He was a remarkable boy. Far above the average of the young men of those times and he
undoubtedly had the making of a fine man in him." - Susan McSween, close friend
He had a great personality and could ingratiate himself in people's good graces very quickly.
He had laughing blue eyes, always smiling or laughing, very accommodating and good
hearted. He had an innocent timid look and all of this took with the girls at once."
- Lily Casey Klasner, resident
"All the wrongs have been charged to him, yet we who really knew him know that he was
good and had fine qualities. We have not put our impressions of him into print and our
silence has been the cause of great injustice to him." - Martin Chavez, close friend
"He (The one who killed him) was afraid to go back into the room to make sure of whom he
had shot. I went in and was the first to discover that they had killed my little boy. I hated
those men and I'm glad I've lived long enough to see them all dead and buried."
- Deluvina Maxwell, very close friend
"He has gained an undeserved and unfair reputation to this very day,
and so his truest to life story written poetically is my mission to set the record straight."
- William A Cleator, Me
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That last quote of mine actually does rhyme poetically,
and so that justifies my posting all of these documented quotes from history
about this well known historical figure, but who is he?
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2. "Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 2
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Nasty Poetic Speeches
You have seen it
You have read it
You have suffered with no re-course
Left wing ideology that shows no remorse
You have tasted it
You have suffered it
Chavez poisons the masses
With words, when options like food seem so absurd
They are starving
They rebel against their darling
The truth is so near
Empty stomachs sadly make
Reality very clear
Trump was certainly not the first to spout division and hatred and falsehoods, anyone who lives in Venezuela knows of Chavez’s evil deeds as well. Its amazing after his actions he still has supporters, especially female ones. Same goes for Trump. Only shows that narrow minds are not related to gender.
Than lady liberty
Than the lamp of democracy
Land of the free
Land of the brave
Land of so many freedom fighters
Letting us be masterful poets and fanciful writers
When things don’t go your way
There is still Free Press to sway
Rights over dress, we can always redress
So many flaws
Filled with humans we are after all
She is the descendant of Marianne
A republic in a new land
The left laments, lighting inflaments
The right closes their eyes to just causes
Of the forgotten on the wayside of strife
The middle road and the middle path
The many, stoically building the abundant bridges
Towards our great destiny lying ahead
Challenges exist, evil cyanide persists
The people together shall be of all colors
United under the strength of the American umbrella
Chavez spouted his propaganda
To his followers with no bananas’
Kept them poor
Said communism will make them more!
A memorial poetry today February 6th, 2018 to remember our loved one - late Andrew Chavez.
POURING INK FOR ANDREW ©
Imagine if we're given one moment
Just a single slice of the past
We'd hold it down amid the tornadoes & hurricanes
And the moment would always last,
The moment Laura bore thee,
The moment she cried for thee,
Forced out of the cookie, ready,
Ready for the world, letting out thy first cry,
The doctors smiled, Laura smiled,
We, the world, smiled,
Growing up, you smiled
And then life goes on
But life couldn't contain thee anymore
So you creep away from us till this day
Quietly lying in rows beneath earth's sky
In a peaceful place of many deep memoirs
Where the living dead walk in solemn rows
Momma grope to see you one day, who knows
Now look at thy face frozen in blissful external sleep
Laura still loves you straight from the deep
With a tearful glance as you're taken away as sheep
Today we reminisce...pouring ink in remembrance of you
And rain upon your grave tears, smiles & memoirs
Hope to meet you one day at The Golden Gate.
Sleep on, Andrew.
VickWizzy
Written by: Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © February 6th, Tues. 2018.
OUR FRIENDS FROM THE UNDERWORLD ©
Soul to soul, our echoes roll
Melancholy from the depth of my divine despair
And a rush of blood which causeth bloodshot in the eye
And they smell fear like a canine
Filled with buried babies
And they all wear the aroma.
Never will her strong thought,
Raise the dust of a vanished race
A Chavez couldn't be raised like a Lazarus
Instead, he became bygones
But his love in the eye of a mother surfaces "e - motion"
And comes out between her lips,
Years refused to fade your memoirs in the mind of her,
As the beam glitters on a sail, its clear,
And showeth hope even in absolute desolation
So it seem,
As if to bring a son, her jewel from the underworld.
Strange like the dark summer dawns
His love is strong and dear in her heart
As the remembered kisses of a darling after extinction,
But his endless affection and heart of gold glimmering
Like a ghost; glimmers on to us
Perpetual moaning, strutting, but his remembrance
Be totally lost to the forgetting world
But not to an ever loving mother.
Just like an infant crying in the night, he seem
Sleeks into her bosom of love
And with no language but a cry.
No life fails as the grave
Where they (the dead) firmly trod, they falter
And failing in their weight of carelessness,
Stretching lame hands of faith
And waiting impatiently for judgement day.
*Dedicated to our friend and son, Andrew Chavez and to all that lost a bosom.
In loving memory of Andrew Chavez.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 10th Oct. 2017
From Ebbett’s Field, they had to move away.
This team sought greener pastures in LA.
What they needed was a little change of scene.
The team moved into a park at Chavez Ravine.
Back in Brooklyn, the boys had a good home.
Their fans didn’t want the team to roam.
A reason to move was the advent of jet travel.
Coast to coast flights were made practical.
The appeal in Southern California didn’t seem to stick.
The boys in blue were getting a little homesick.
To their old Brooklyn fans, they felt regrets.
New Yorkers became less than satisfied with the Mets.
Here’s a little news that may astound:
The Los Angeles Dodgers are now Brooklyn-bound!
Modern sonnet
December 22, 2012
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"He was not a wanton killer as dark as a Mexican.
He was a fair complexioned boy who was always smiling.
He was very brave and loyal to all of his friends.
When he was killed, many Spanish girls mourned for him."
- Carlota Baca Brent
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"He was a remarkable boy, more advanced than the young men back then
and he undoubtedly had the makings of a great man in him."
- Susan McSween
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"He had laughing blue eyes, always smiling or laughing.
He was always a gentleman most accommodating.
He had a shy timid look suggesting great innocence
and all of this took with the young ladies at once."
- Lily Casey Klasner
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"All of the wrongs have been charged to him
and yet we who truly did come to know and love him
know that he was good and had great qualities.
Our silence has been a great injustice to he."
- Martin Chavez
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"He stayed with me at my home for most of one winter,
during which time we became staunch friends.
He always found a touch of humor in everything.
I never enjoyed better company.
He was humorous and told me many amusing stories.
He never seemed to care much for money.
He never drank but would go to the bar with anybody,
and he never used tobacco in any form.
Always in good humor and ready to do a kind act for someone."
- George Coe
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"He was born into poor circumstances and did what he did to get by it.
He was a thousand times better and braver than any man hunting him,
and that includes Sheriff Pat Garrett."
- Frank Coe,
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"OK, I watched Young Guns again and flipped my lid,
causing me to yet again come to the defense of Billy, the Kid.
His was the tragedy of a young man who might have lived to know greatness
if not for the fact that he suffered a most dire injustice"
- SillyBilly, theKidster
Scientist Anthony Chavez vanished without a trace
Then a key aide vanished who worked at the same place,
Chavez was last seen walking away from his home
Didn't take his keys, his wallet, or his phone.
Melissa Cassias was last seen walking in New Mexico,
Said she'd work from home, but one thing we know:
She walked miles away from where she said she'd be,
No wallet, no cell phone, left behind her key.
Her phones were wiped clean, found in her home.
Any clues that were on them now can't be known.
Monica Reza hiked with friends in a mountain scene.
Then vanished off the earth like she'd never been..
She was creating a metal for missiles, valuable and new
overseen by Will McCasland, who, you guessed it, vanished too.
Will began walking, just with boots and a gun,
But left his glasses—nowhere to run.
No phone, no trail, no word, no sign,
Just another name in this darkening line.
Carl Grillmair was shot on his porch, 6:00 AM
Another scientist dead, there are more, count them
Who can solve this twilight zone?
Researchers go on a last walk into the unknown
Are they dead or in some foreign state?
Secrets extracted, such a dismal fate.
This may be America, but one thing is sure
Look over your shoulder, you are not secure.
Pies Politics And Birds
300 lbs. can’t hide my weight from stealing pies from bakeries
But I need my pies and will not be deprived
A warm pumpkin pie slides inside my shorts
Blueberry and cream go in the back and sides
A large slimy apple and a peach fit beneath my shirt
Icy against my thick hairy chest; is a little messy
Then a cheese cake stuffed inside my socks
As I waddle to the door to make an invisible escape
Ninja like and subtle, hoping no one sees my size
The baker stops me at the door
Questions why I’m stealing all his pies
Good sir, you are mistaken I assure you!
I am a politician on a mission
Gathering crumbs for my constituents
There are birdies just outside as clear examples, who adore me
Sir, do you realize who you are talking to?!
I am the president of Venezuela, former bus driver par excellence
Appointed and anointed by Hugo Chavez himself before he died
I have evidence; see for yourself at this address
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/03/nicolas-maduro-hugo-chavez-little-bird_n_3007965.html
I kid you not
Here I am speaking to the former dead leader today on national TV
He has taken on the form of a very little bird
Speaking fluent through his tiny beak to me
In Spanish, Parakeet and sparrow, Spanisparrowkeet for short
Therefore you cannot have me arrested, that’s for sure
I am the law and former bus driver of the people for the people
Now as president, I place pies in my shirts and shorts
Stay clear from me or I will start a war
Starting with your store
You frown with disapproval since you have a pedigree.
Born in the USA, you say, ancestors crossed the sea.
Proud of your German heritage, and I am just a hick.
Your phony pearls, your knock-off bag, you always look real slick.
You treat me like I'm nothing with your nose turned up so far.
I'd rent that space if in the need of a place to park my car.
But a shiny cover does not value always quite equate.
I'm sure your "antique" silverware is only silver plate.
No, value comes from something more that's hidden deep inside.
It's born of love and empathy, not silly, baseless pride.
It doesn't come in just one color, an accent or a creed
Hitler was rich but I'd rather come from Cesar Chavez' seed!
So I'd rather have an ice cold beer with a gifted Mexican
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin!