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It’s not just Jesus who rose into grace with scars from nails and the cross
Trees grow new branches from knots like wounded soul’s blemish’s scars
A rainforest’s undergrowth thrives in the mist of weeping from heaven
Ebony needs ivory for harmony preferably with tusks attached to the rhino
An elephant under cover of the hat inside a boa constrictor pleases the Prince
Joaquin would write poetry had he not been swallowed by a black raven
On his shoulders and dogs that growl can bite fiercely with razor sharp fangs
Puncture marks empathize when they emphasize conjunction and junctures
A semicolon tattoo depicts the survivor from darkness shadows and light
No smoke without fire and his pen could not heal without fountains of sorrow
Juanita views wrinkles and stretch marks as cinnamon bark’s fine poise
Hides no longer self-harm lacerations with bracelets or covering bangles
Heals from a maze of disgraced projections owns grazes slashes and cuts
Paints a new canvas frames it with witch-hazel twigs leaves howling behind
Sounds all three pedals on forte’s piano has dampened onslaughts of fear
Joseph is a seer who had once lost his vision had dangled his ropes both sides
Of the sea saw but recovered the fulcrum of balance reads palm trees and palms
Life lines strife lines blisters blistering hardship hardened calluses’ resilience
Scars do not scare him as he places his faith into prayer gracing graces and hope
Tosses tussles meaning and harmony moulds silent retreat into flickering candles
‘Can’t put all your eggs into one basket no ominous pancakes without breakage’
What does not bend splinters and rages oozes and festers in foul purulent rage
Confusion needs contradictory feelings or one crosses Styx and Acheron too early
And the boatman needs both oars and currents to negotiate drift wood and pain
Any two master needs departure and destination roaring storms and calm respite
True ivory cannot be burnt and grace is a virtue but not without turning the table
21st April 2019
MADE IN PARAGUAY
In "Asuncion"
the saddest guarania song
is "paraguayan"
TANGO
The father of the porteño tango
he's not born argentinian
he is a son of France...
SAMBA
The samba from Morro Carioca
survived for the world,
Long live Mama Africa...
ROCK
The rock dance, song music
runs wild surprising
on ice rock...
SPEED GONZALEZ
In Juanita canteen
mariachis and tequila
and bursts of laughter...
WALTZ
Oh! if i danced
oh! if I played
the viennese waltz...!
...Juanita and max had a poke,
but the next day, when she awoke,
he sat on the edge of the bed,
looking vacantly into space.
Said,”This can be only some fun,
and I can never be ‘the one,’
all that I ever loved lays dead,
and I am not long for this place.”
There was great tension when he spoke,
his voice was just a ragged croak,
the man was a great mass of pain,
more than she’d ever seen before.
She said,”I’m not some dreaming girl,
you’re not the first man in my world,
but if you bring down Malone’s reign,
you can come here if you want more.”
He said,”Best not let me inside,
for when I’m done I plan to die.”
That week he went and tracked down two,
he did not brag, nobody knew
what man was plaguing Malone’s gang,
or how he could be so lethal.
The first man was shot in the chest,
the other three times in the breast,
and the next week a man did hang
with his pistol cylinder full.
And every night Max lay with her,
would leave before Juanita stirred,
weeks passed and more villains fell,
he even killed Malone’s right hand.
Until one evening, in blind rage,
Malone to the bar angrily came,
said,”I’m sending all of you to Hell,
unless you reveal this damn man!”
Max rose and said,”Lt’s go outside,
it’s far time that I make you die.”
Outside went this fate-bonded pair,
timidly folks crept close to stare,
then Max’s gun quickly came free,
from his pistol fire did spit.
The bullet struck Red Maone’s back,
he cried,”You filth! Honor you lack!”
Max said,”You killed my family,
honor has nothing to do with it!”
Red Malone bled out on the ground,
his death seen by all of the town,
Juanita took him to her bed,
she knew well this was their last time.
Come the next day he made to leave,
she said,”Could you not stay with me?”
She stroked her stomach, and she said,
“Could you help raise this child of mine?”
Utter shock came quick to his eyes,
“I-I told you…I want to die…”
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
When Max Martin rode into town
he found Juanita, tanned and brown,
as she worked her shift tearing bar,
he walked up and ordered a drink.
She looked over the dust-swept man,
who seemed as if he’d once been grand,
but now his face had hidden scars,
like a person pushed to the brink.
And so she asked,’What got you blue?”
He looked at her, but stared right through,
then simply asked,”Have you heard talk
of an outlaw named Red Maline?”
A cold anger came to his eyes
and Juanita realized
that this man was here on a stalk,
he’d not come west to build a home.
He said,"With him my revenge lies,
I’ll kill him and then I can die.”
Juanita flinched at his grim words,
that lacked joy, happiness, and verve.
“Malone rides with a bandit crew,
it’s not wise to tussle with him.”
But Max just said,”I have no choice,
her murdered my wife, and my boy,
there may be joy in life for you,
all that’s left is my purpose grim.”
She looked away, and hid a tear,
said,”Sometimes they will come in here,
though rarely do they come at once,
I could point them out when they show.”
He said,”You’d put yourself at risk,
are you sure you want to do this?”
She said,”I’ve seen what they have done,
and it’s time their evil did go.”
She said,”Maybe you are the guy
to make these vile brigands die.”
So Max would sit in the saloon,
arriving there most days at noon,
until at the end of the week
Juanita called him aside,
pointed out a man with black hair,
“That’s Red Malone’s man there,
they say rider's money he seeks,
and by no law will he abide.”
Max followed the man when he left,
and Malone’s man went to his death,
Max came back and he made boast,
nor did he make claim on bounty.
It was the talk all through the bar,
and word of it soon spread out far,
there in Juanita’s well-worn roost,
the hidden hero drank whiskey.
She said to him,"With me you’ll lie,
for making that murderer die...”
CONTINUES IN PART II.
You told me there would be no other,
and I would be your only lover,
together our two hearts would always beat as one.
But those damn tours kept getting longer,
while your desires kept getting stronger,
till they exploded like a bullet from a gun.
Your shattered promises ripped the seams,
of my innocent and sacred dreams,
and all those vows we once made are now dead and gone.
All those words our love had once spoken,
mean nothing now that they’ve been broken,
you can’t step back across that line once it’s been drawn.
Felt like my heart had cracked and shattered,
and there was nothing left that mattered,
all those demons tried to convince me life was gone.
The gun was cocked, and I was ready,
but I could not hold my hand steady,
that’s when I realized that life must still go on.
The hardest thing that I’ve had to do,
was to face that unforgiving truth,
it’s time for me to start my life over again.
Dark days bled to brighter tomorrows,
now I have overcome the sorrows,
and silenced all the voices I had held within.
So, please don’t ask me for forgiveness,
cause as the devil is my witness,
I know that everything you said was just a lie.
Even if I was to believe you,
I am not going to mislead you,
don’t love you enough anymore to even try.
Say adios to me Juanita,
I know now that I do not need ya,
and there will be no more tears falling from my eye.
Because the one thing I know for sure,
as I was walking right out that door,
don’t love you enough anymore to even try.
George worked in a construction company. He spent all his days walking the steel beam but when he got home, he became the master of inventions. One night he borrowed his wife's ironing board and made himself a grilled cheese sandwich by pressing the iron to the bread. It was an ooy-gooey delight. While all the other men sat down to crusty bread, George pulled out his panini forkini pastrami alla bellini. He bit into it with great delight. The mozzarella sang to his tonsils, "Eres bella, Eres bella" Tiano's boombox voice was heard, "Heh George, there are 4 of us," which translated into, "Yo George, where is our bench pressed sandwich?"
That night he got an earful from his wife Juanita Delacruz, the Spanish Queen of complaint. "Dam it George. The ironing board is full of melted cheese and it smells like recycled beef " It was time to take the invention to new heights.
He made a mean machine of good taste. This is how George Foreman was birthed. In George Papadopoulos's shed. Though he was no son of a priest, he knew a blessing when he saw one. He was recompensed by a happy wife
and a jolly foursome crew.
There are rumors going around that it was really invented in some other form or way. I for one will stick to my story dear readers. If I fudged is just a bit please forgive me. Its a tad more entertaining, don't you think ?
Now here is my research paper on the matter, short and sweet.
"Truth be told ? It was promoted by a former boxing champion George Foreman. Since its introduction in 1994, over 100 million George Foreman grills have been sold worldwide.
Inventor?: ?Michael Boehm, Robert Johnson Inception?: ?1994"
Robert Cabot Sherman, Jr. was an All-American boy.
To his parents, Robert Cabot Sr. and Juanita, he was their great joy.
Gifted with acting skills and a great voice, his career went far.
In no time at all, California's native son became a star.
On television in "Here Come the Brides", he played "Jeremy"
This role cemented his tremendous popularity.
His first recording of "Little Woman" soared up the charts.
Bobby won uncountable teenage girls' hearts.
His burgeoning popularity was totally unquestionable.
Other hits that followed made him a big teen idol.
With all the attention he was getting, there was some strife.
Bobby decided to back away to a quieter life.
Yes, Bobby certainly accomplished much in his day.
At the age of eighty-one, he silently passed away.
Bobby Sherman
(1943-2025)
I thank Wikipedia,org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
...He rode off into the wild,
seemed not to care for their child,
she would have to bear him alone,
for a doomed man could be no dad.
Three cold and lonely mounts did pass,
she heard the rumors travel fast,
no father would he child know,
they judged her and pitied the lad.
Until amongst a bitter fall,
she struggled to maintain it all,
her condition made business tough,
when Max returned to the saloon.
He looked at her and said,”Go sit.
You need to rest, I’ll handle it.”
She would have got her ire up,
but couldn’t, the kid would come soon.
And as he served drink on the fly,
she said,”I thought you wanted to die?”
Later she talked with the grim soul,
who said,”For so long I’ve been cold,
and life had just taken from me,
all I had left was my revenge.
Red took my wife, he took my son,
just avenge them, and I’d be done…
but you gave of yourself freely,
and messed up my desired end.
“And at first, yes, I was seething,
when I had planned out everything…
but I think God put you in my way
to help me find new hope in life.
You went and took me to your bed,
it’s only right that we should wed,
say so and I won’t leave this pace,
we’ll run it as husband and wife.
“I want to hear our baby cry,
and I no longer wish to die.”
At first she felt she should be mad,
that leaving her here had been bad,
but remembered back to those words
the first night that the two had touched,
and she could see in him the change,
his eyes no longer help the pain,
staying angry was hard for her,
Juanita wanted this so much.
She said,”We’ll do as you have spoken,
a whole we’ll make from two haves broken,
I can never be what you lost,
but we might just build something new.”
He kissed her right there, took her hand,
pledged henceforth he would be her man,
and though Max had born a great cost,
he had discovered something true.
Children would come, in total five,
and Max had no more time to die.
Mary knew John before you
Who knew Jane before Sam
Obviously there was Sally, Melvin and Tim
The Tim who wore glasses
Since the other Tim did not
The brother of Mary, who's name escapes me
Visited John's mother yesterday with Tim
Mom was not in so they left together
A day like no other day is a day without mom
Dad lived in Spain without mom
Sally and Melvin were not invited as well
Someone who spoke Spanish stayed behind
Juanita or Junia or something like that explained
Names are too long and forgettable in Spain
Sister never heard of Mary before John arrived
Jane didn't care for money only property
Ben came before her birth, before the time of Pan
According to legend, Ben should have never been born
Lost pagans and anti-biblical names prevailed with him
Ben was assigned an alternate name, that would be Tim
Not the Tim with or without glasses but another
Tim 3 will do for now as a designated nomenclature
To avoid confusion, there was Mary, first executrix
John came second, than Sam, then Melvin, Tim 1
Tim 2, Tim 3, (a/k/a Ben) and so on down the loins of lineage
Mistakes abounded with each generation
Mary's brother remains a mystery to this day
Of all the signatures of people, witnesses and sources
The will would be challenged not by names but faces
Ben was too complicated for lawyers
Too confusing to absorb
Tim 3 would have to sign for family members
John and Mary but not Sam or dad or mom
(Out of town forever) Amended
They are found on pages five through ten
Which will remain unmentioned here
Since they came before the time of Pan as well
Remember to name the baby something different
Something other than Tim or Ben when dividing land
Splitting hairs on who is there and what is fare
When time comes around again to settle
When names escape you
When dividing real estate
Remember who you are
Thank God you are not them