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Lauren is originally a Paralympic swimmer,
But her uncle guided her into the triathlon,
A third of which involves outdoor swimming,
And did her first one in 2011, came second.
Born without a lower right arm, she’s won,
Many a Paralympic, World and Euro title,
And in swimming, 2009, won the Worlds,
In Rio, the 4x100m freestyle relay 34pts.
In that same year in Reykjavik in Iceland,
Lauren won the bronze 400m freestyle S9,
And in Berlin in 2011, at the Euro Champs,
Lauren took freestyle 4x100m relay bronze.
2013, and she scored top gold in Antalya,
Turkey, at the ETU Para-tiathlon Europeans,
Then at the ITU World Champs in London,
Lauren logged down a silver medal proudly.
Then in 2014 at the ETU European Champs,
In Kitzbühel, Austria, Lauren won the gold,
And at the ITU Worlds, Edmonton, Canada,
Lauren took yet another World class title.
In 2015 at the ETU Europeans in Geneva,
She strode to victory with yet another gold,
And at the ITU World Champs in Chicago,
In that same year, yet another fell on her.
2016 and at the ETU Europeans in Lisbon,
Portugal, Lauren collected still another gold,
And so in Rio she triumphed with a silver:
She has a 1st in Psychology, born 18/12/92.
Melissa always dreamed of being a beach lifeguard,
But when it got to the age when she asked about it,
She was told she could not because of her eye sight,
Since she is visually impaired and so can't see well.
Whilst studying sports science she found the triathlon,
To be a sport which she could do - a guide sees for you,
And so trained hard every day on a static turbo trainer,
Where you don't need someone to show you the way.
Her swimming background means that she does best,
At the swimming part of the three-disciplined triathlon,
The other components being cycling and running, PT5,
But the honest truth is she really loves the whole thing.
In 2013 in Antalya, Turkey, at the ETU European Champs,
Para-triathlon, Melissa won the hip-hop, most desired gold,
And in 2014 in Kitzbühel in Austria, Melissa won the silver,
At the ETU European Champs, where everybody else was.
2015, and the ETU Europeans again but this time Geneva,
And Melissa took the bronze, then 2016, the Netherlands,
And Melissa bagged another bronze. She teaches swimming,
Was born Nottinghamshire in 1990, and trains in Cornwall.
In Rio she won a bronze and so stood tall on the podium,
When the GB anthem sounded for her and Nicole Walters,
She’s already training hard for the next Paralympic games,
Which are to be held in Tokyo, Japan, in the year 2020.
“Cerebral Palsy affects all my limbs -
particularly in my lower limbs, [my legs]
and slightly in my upper arms, [hymns]
…it limits [how far] you can walk, [pegs].
But I’ve been [doing] sport [since a toddler].
I’ve been involved in wheelchair racing
for about seven years [now, old peddler] -
I started in 2009 so I’ve been [practising].“
Isaac is studying business management,
At Cardinal Newman College, Preston,
Having made at King Edward VII, gent,
and Queen Mary School, an impression.
He’s a sprinter and middle distance racer,
And in 2014, Swansea, he won silver, bronze,
In the 800m, then in the 400m - he’s a chaser,
And these were his first medals abroad, songs.
Grosseto came in Italy in 2016, Europeans,
And Isaac swiped the boards with three wins,
For the 800m he took gold, (all are T34 ions),
For the 400m he took silver, for 200m, bronze.
“But I’m looking at the bigger picture. I am
looking more towards Tokyo in 2020 when
I will probably be [having conjecture, ham],
towards a prime age to start [nicely then]
taking on the world.” Isaac is still very young,
And has been disappointed that he’s missed,
Certain monolithic competitions widely sung,
Because of his age, but the future is kissed.
Pharaoh Tutankhamun graced the Egyptian throne,
A *****, brisk and spry.
From his majestical hands, dangled a scepter
And on his handsome head, sat a crown.
His empire was at its peak
For he wielded influence all over africa.
The bearded Europeans and nubianS sought his protection
For egypt, was a haven.
So organised was the land:
Amun-re and maat protected the people,
The country grew with the help of viziers.
Agriculture was a noble profession in the land,
As her economic markets were the best in the world
Egypt gave light to Greece and Mesopotamia
For her civilisation altered many a life.
And also, was the birth place of man
Such, was the land of egypt
The middle ages stroke and Europe went to sleep
But mama africa gave birth to many strong children:
Ghana, Mali, Songhai and many more
These children shoke the world with their riches and organisation.
Such was the history that africa recorded before they came.
Fredriech Hegel in want of speech said:
"Africa never had a history before the whites came."
Such a mediocre declaration from an illiterate
For in place of his brain, graced a kidney.
Africa was well civilised before the bearded people came:
We had a religion
We had education as seen in egypt
We had a well organised system in all aspects.
We had everything needed for prosperity,
We attracted them with our gold, thus they came.
But most of all, we believed in equality.
Such was africa before they came/
But when the bearded people came,
They altered our ways and put us in stocks
Then said: "we had no history."
Oblivious that africa had made history,
BEFORE
AND BEFORE
THEY CAME.
Americans say that India is the largest democratic country .
Asians say that India is the country of spiritualism .
Australians say that India is the country of huge crowd .
Africans say that India is the country of great M . K . Gandhi .
Europeans say that India is the country of philosophy .
Politicians say that India is our strategic partner .
Economists say that India is one of the best place for investment .
Communists say that India is the perfect soil for communism .
Capitalists say that India is the market of products .
Historians say that India is the center of history .
Poets say that India is the country of Rabindranath Tagore and lovers
Everybody says many many sentences about India !
Although soul of India says to her people
"You are citizens of India but residents in the world .
And the World is your original mother land ."
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Beaches, palms, and sand
In the heart of Waikiki
Where the city finds the tourist
And the tourist finds the city
In the complimentary vibes of Aloha
Plumerias to leis
Sunshine to beautiful tans
Dancing flames to tiki torches
The city opens like an exotic pearl
Beautiful and natural
The walk down Kalakaua Avenue
Is a postcard waiting to be savored
Or a canvas waiting for deserving brush strokes
There are tall hotels on the left
Waikiki beach on the right
Sunbathers in tongs catch the eye
And catches a fire somewhere in someone's heart
Further out, surfers are catching waves
Catamarans catching the wind and sails
All hanging loose, local style
Having a good time
There's a lot of blue, white sand, and green
There are a lot of people watching
Japanese, Europeans, and Canadians
All pleasing to the eye, colorful
Filling memories and putting a log on a fire
A kaleidoscope of shops and restaurants, welcoming
A visitor to a luau, greeted with hula, kalua pig, and poi
Song, dance, and good cheer
And there are street vendors playing drums and ukuleles
Street jugglers, artists, and hustlers
Tourists coming and going, mostly with shopping bags
Mostly with smiles
Further down the street
The Diamond Head Mountains sit ahead
The guardian of the Aloha State
It overlooks Kapiolai park and a legacy of over 100 years of Waikiki
Off to the blue skies, another airplane peeks through the clouds
... with another group of eager, happy visitors waiting to visit my home
Thank you for visiting
connie pachecho
4/20/26
And then paper went silent
leaving same sensation
again that bloody feeling of
big mountain exploding in heat inside my armour plate
just couldn't write the words
with no love among them
their people beheaded one of mine
now trough mine borders theirs screamed for salvation
mine theirs
ours
where did we displaced ours
when
how
always the same in that vicious circle
love and hate chase each other endlessly
clocks are falling off the walls
no limited time period for hate is permitted
as evil is another face of good
just turn that goddamned another cheek
an eye for an eye isn't our god's choice
if it was
He would wiped us out from the planet
we killed his son
now we are killing someones children again
beheading
lifting the wall
strengthened by words
anchored through indifference
they are theirs
send them back
what is broken
can be mended
will never be the same
send them back
shouldn't write those words
with no love among them
they are terrorists
terror could be ours
but europe remains for europeans
send them back
our future is their raping our women
lifting our towns in the air
bombing our schools
churches
hospitals
theirs and ours
under the same sky
stood
And all of that is their now
did I wrote the words
with no love among them?
beheaded religion
and traditionally incorporated patriotism
have written false flag play
clean heart has no misinterpretations
to write a life
only needed is courage
let that paper speak again
trough our borders theirs screaming for salvation
our is beheaded
already tomorrow will be forgotten
as it is less painful
and paper is mute
informations can't endure despair
have you seen them over there
standing in the rain
soaked to the bones
children
women
men
old man
sick
cripled
exausted
heaven is trying to protect their imperfection
mixing his tears with their cry
cleaning them enough so they can merit that crossing
fragile thoughts
mine
climbing over baptised palms
colliding them in prayer for
landless
nameless
lifeless
godless
why have you made us like this?
God went silent
ours
Upon my asking a lone Lenape
what happened to their tribal home;
so soulful that he barely told me
the tragic tale of how it had gone.
The white man thought he coyly took it
a thing that he cannot ever own.
It's lost and changed, cracked crooked
what will happen next, remains unknown.
Our sense of self, of our longhouse fires
this "hilly island" turned to stone.
On that same old ground stands soaring spiers
where "bow stave" hickories once were grown.
Like low blowing leaves in wisping winds
our spirits spun sorrows through the years.
There are too few left to tout the ends
to soothe away ancient father's fears.
We drew deepest strength from sweet silt soil
the same on which too many people stand.
When we try to reach, dream, climb 'n toil;
then roam high steel in the skies so grand.
Notes: 20 lines rhyme For centuries before the Dutch renamed Manahatta (Mannahatta) in Lenape language meaning "hilly island", to Manhattan in the 1600s; this land had a rich Native American history. Today it is called New York City. The Lenape natives inhabited this area well before the 1500s. Europeans disadvantaged indigenous peoples as they hastened to turn tribal reservations into personal property for themselves. This is not a proud part of American history.
1/16/21 written
(Land that doth marry mother lode
of sublime earthen land and sea).
Age of exploration
ushered cruel fate
against “red” men living
in bliss by agents
patch of eden north
o the Mason Dixon line
latitude: 39.64839
longitude: -75.95591 alee
perchance designed
by divine providence
with dyslexic humorous bents
Cecil county Maryland
lies like plump backward letter “e”
witnessed topographic erosion
pocked imprimatur marked
meteorological dents
thru inundation of
oceanographic propensities
melding coastline like the Galilee
in particular by Chesapeake Bay,
that body of water
abutting like natural fence
first witnessed by captain
John Smith in 1608
mistaking himself tong tied
in sole of Italy
learned faux pas, when crossing paths
with Susquehannas hence,
offered tobacco sticks to natives
while recovering
from injured wounded knee
said other sundry tribes curiously eyed
then (I utilized poetic license)
took smoke from packet of Kents
which twist on actual
historical facts manipulated by me
but more truthful account awash
and replete with more
than interspersed nonsense
and incorporates tract situated
in so called Fertile Crescent – see
settled by Europeans of English stock,
who emigrated with nary a pence
“taming” shrew like “noble savages”
plied Leviathan sized ukuleles
whose might exploited for felling forests,
which timber built cabins with vents.
November first two thousand nineteen...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum
Divine myriad biota amidst
heavenly Lily of the valley
(Convallaria majalis),
he didst imaginatively greet
Edenic heavenly terra
incognita immeasurably sweet
nature's ensemble proffering
Gaia's quintessential orchestration
resplendent sensational treat
natural splendour regaling,
this fellow wayfarer
happenstance gifted autochthonous peoples
espied proud specimens unobtrusive
planted armada, viz sleek bodies fleet,
of foot while me accidentally
risking, schlepping, traipsing... offbeat
winessed unschooled tribe,
yet verily synchronized,
primed, muscled... athlete
their soundless rhythmic swiftly tailored
flit to and fro upon poetic
unshod calloused feet
carefully, gingerly, lightly...
I shod dully tread nsync
toward drumlins upbeat
mouthing, kneading, imbibing... glorious
ebullient choral unadulterated feat
extemporaneously kickstarting crisp and neat
pow hour full rhythm across
analogous macroscopic excellent spreadsheet
inducing their sonorous symphonic
roundelay unfamiliar tweet,
whereby flora and fauna future meal to eat
oblivious regarding mine seat
dated existence, which quiescent aesthete,
yours truly basked,
froliced, luxuriated... complete
as once innocent hymnals kindled atrocity
this observer, spectator aghast white as sheet,
how civilization's machinations didst deplete
terrestrial firmament within one fell stroke
eradicated once pristine unbroken
promises chiseled to cheat
rightful owners expansive swath
over yonder til ocean and land did meet
Europeans scoured seas one after another
lumbering bulwarked fleet
exhausting resources while simultaneous
mowing down aborigines
grotesquely analogous harvesting wheat
indiscriminate deliberate genocide
decimating indigenous tribes beat
defenseless against microbial
weapons of mass destruction,
thus only within third blind eye
courtesy invisible paleface with tenderfeet
strictly envisioned Perkiomen Valley
once abundantly populated
with ample game during cold and/or heat
paradise unbroken stretched hinterland,
where place names mock to pay hollow tribute,
where native peoples no longer replete
vinyl city amidst amidst graveyard
lovely bones turned to dust
paved over by mainstreet.