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"Parvati and Oxum" or "The Last of Us"
is the concern of a whorish woman
who grew up with five brothers
and five sisters. Her father and mother bought an Old
barn and made into a home ,"and the children came!"
The story focuses on Aurora Stellingport. She grew up
normal as having nine siblings could be. She had
a very close relationship with her parents.
She began college but quit
after a hurricane destroyed her home. She found a job
in a used clothing store and moved in with her mother.
While at work an elderly couple came in came in and had
a conversation loud enough for Aurora to hear. She told of
a story that featured a cheating father and his woman friend.
They spoke of to children fathered by the cheating fella. They also
said someone might be married to the adult male of this
relationship and the fact : that someone's husband might
be her half brother. She paid it no nevermind as she had
not been married and her fiance was someone new in her life
and it didn't relate to
anyway. One year pasted.
And during this time
Aurora prepared for marriage and went back to college. She studied
music and culinary arts. During the preparation
for her Marital Pre invitational she saw the old couple again in the store. She invited them to the party and with frowning faces they accepted.
Orisha the pending fiance stood at the party to annouce there engagment and wedding
which had been planned to be a Christmas Day Wedding. "Love takes control
over what everyone belives." The Old man said iif this wedding is on
Christmas
I will speak to the Preist and tell these people
not to consimate this union.
There is one concrete fact nobody can deny:
In every great story, there has to be a bad guy.
This is one unscrupulous character everybody must know:
He is Don John, the half-brother of Don Pedro.
Don John is a soldier in Don Pedro's army.
They have arrived in a town called Messina in Italy.
This legion has come from winning a great victory.
Don John despises another soldier named Claudio.
He's especially angry when he learns Claudio loves Hero.
To stop the wedding is what Don John must do.
He devises a plan to separate those two.
Based on the play "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare
In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
Susie Lee done fell in love.
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy 'bout it all,
She told her pappy so.
Pappy told her, Susie Gal,
You'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yore ma don't know,
But Joe is yore half brother.
So Susie put aside her Joe,
And planned to marry Will,
But after telling Pappy this,
He said, Thar's trouble still.
You can't marry Will my gal,
And please don't tell yore mother,
But Will and Joe and several mo,
I know is yore half brothers.
But Mama knew and said My Child,
Just do what makes ye happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
Ye ain't no kin to Pappy.
Author Unknown
(Jes like Pappy)
(Kinda brings a tear to yer eye, don't it)
~~~Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite~~~
An all round performer was Mr William Kite
He trained and rode horses, but also walked the rope tight
He worked for Pablo Fanqué the Wells Circus owner in 1842
But his work gave inspiration for John Lennon to do.
Mr William Kite would never have dreamed.
That his skills as a performer would inspire a song theme
As he performed on his head, while balancing on a rope
A trumpet in his mouth, and he played a damn fine note.
When he was with John Sanger, who was equestrian minded
William appeared for a spectacular night, the poster has reminded
The celebrated horse called Zanthus was even there
With Mr William Kite to perform - boy what a pair
This poster impressed John Lennon so...
It inspired him to write about William and the show
Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite, the poster does show
Inspired quite a few lyrics as all Beatles fans will know.
What they may not know - but I am impressed
There is a man called David with whom I am blessed
He is the great great grandson of William by whom Lennon was inspired
But better than that David is my half brother it has so transpired.
The Beatles Album Cover is "Sergeant Peppers Lonely Heartclub" which potrays the poster of Mr Kite
...Is impressing some professor,
or some critic with pretentious airs,
worth telling my own children that
their father will never be there?
Is acting like a profound wit
that can 'peel back deep mysteries’
worth not seeing my daughter laugh
on her birthday? She’s turning three.
And for all my father’s insight
has mankind changed in the slightest?
He always claimed he’d ‘inspire them,’
but still all of our flaws persist.
Maybe he will be remembered,
but to me that seems a small gain
for living a life in madness,
and causing your own family pain.
No one will read my pot-boilers
and proclaim me as some great sage,
but if it means I keep my wife
I’ll pot-boil into old age.
And if I never have ‘a muse,’
I’ll not cheat and take a lover,
never will I say to my kids
come on out and meet your half-brother.
Though critics may look down at me,
it is I who think they’re insane;
you give people needed release
from real life when you entertain.
If they declare that is a bad thing,
it is they who’ve got it all wrong,
Shakespeare gave the masses drama,
and he’s reigned supreme for so long…
They’d have me give up life for art,
that’s what they think makes a man rate,
but I like life too much to leave,
I will not share the great writer’s fate.
Wisdom and experience are gained from different people
acquaintances triple, exposure amazingly quadruples,
little efforts give positive multiple responses
and to mythical success stories, I’m an example.
Accentuating the happy countenance of survival like the dimple
but the road isn’t straight and not everything is simple,
making the beautiful side of Life my gentle half brother.
Before walking fine, I crawled like a cripple,
within the gland of prosperity, my success was like the nipple,
subjected into quality discipline in Life’s temple,
to bring out a fighter and a worthy disciple.
My rewards and rags, going side by side as a couple,
making me a self sample, hence growing my own permanent apple
as the beautiful side of Life confirms me a merited champion.
Ruler of the Cataracts-Maiden of the Mist
The thundering waters of the Niagara.
Voice of the mighty spirits of the water.
The natives believed and yearly sacrificed
a white canoe with fruit and flowers
and a chosen daughter, until the Christians
came and told them Jesus paid. Not until
Lela-Wala, an only child and motherless,
was chosen did the practice subside.
After she dived, her father Chief Eagle
ran out of the woods and followed her.
1/11/2022
HANDSOME LAKE
He was born as Hadawa'ko “Shaking Snow.”
Handsome’s half-brother was Cornplanter.
My heritage from People of the Longhouse —
John married Margaret, a French woman.
She birthed Helen, my great-great-great grandma.
Together they lived on a reservation.
Handsome was born in 1735 in a Seneca village
on the Genesee River into the Turtle Clan —
later he was adopted into the Wolf Clan.
Doubtless my relatives knew of Handsome Lake.
He signed the U.S. treaty with the Six Nations.
1/11/2022
Referenced Wikipedia.com and webwinds.com
Hi there, sixteen, wow I have some things to say to you
Nothing drastic, just some small advice to help see you through
Life will be hard but you manage very good
Don’t be too troubled by what you think that you should.
There is a warning for you, in couple of month’s in the park
You go to play rounders with a group, none are very sharp
Because you can’t run you are the fixed bowler for all
When you bowl for you sister, DUCK before you fall.
She whacks it so hard, it hits you in the head
You are unconscious for minutes, she thought that you were dead.
When offered that lift in the old red Mercedes Benz
Say no, don’t get in, even though they are your friends.
His driving is quite bad and he doesn't stop in time
That cow that he hits, should have done some time
It ran though the gate and landed on top of the hood
Alright you were lucky, and you came through it quite good.
That first proposal you had, you did right him to decline
He turned out to be a bad one, he even did jail time
Trust in yourself, your instincts aren't too bad
Though you make some mistakes, experience you had.
Don’t feel sorry, for the boy that lost his tu’pence ha’penny kite
Don’t let his mum cajole you, because you can climb that height
Remember this because, you fall head first and hit the ground
A broken bone in your neck, your reward for being around.
When on a plane, there's a man looks like your father not your mother
Get up and speak to him, he is in fact your real half brother
Don't waste the next ten years before you find each other
He is searching for you too, his own sisters and brother
Follow your head as well as your heart
Don’t turn down a trip to Canada, grab that for a start.
On the whole I think you don’t do to bad of late
But remember to give your trust carefully
And it measures a full five foot eight.
© 21/12/2012
Entry in David Williams Hello/Goodbye Contest
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You've never really been a part,
you feel, of this rare tribe you've met.
Kept separate from them from the start,
you fear they won't accept you yet.
But now, re-called to places where
you've never really been, a part
of you in all the faces there
will chase disquiet from your heart.
Like you, they're handsome, fair and smart,
the others in this group of which
you've never really been a part -
perhaps you'll find a common niche.
Though introductions can be stiff,
you were begot, the lot, by Art
and all may soon find it's as if
you've never really been apart.
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Poet's Note: My 4 siblings and I recently learned
that we have a half brother, sired 34 years ago
by my father, Arthur and this poem was written
to welcome him into his extended family.