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Mulher, mãe...
Deus te criou
os homens seguem
recriando eternamente.
A cada dia
milhares de pessoas,
filhos e filhas,
vestem a tua juventude
a maturidade e a velhice,
com a beleza vista nos seus corações, e nos seus anseios!
Mulher, sonho, mãe generosa e janela do mundo...
Feliz dia das Mães...
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A drive to Malbank
In Ontario is an area
On a country side road
A mennite restaurant
Where people go to eat
This place is also is a bakery
Selling an variety of bake goods
Plus souvenirs and keepsakes
Books to read and cookbooks to
Its a special place
Their meals are homemade
Broasted chicken their specialty
Favourite of the crowd
A taste that can not be beat
There are other meals
They are just as tasty
Roast beef or pork chops
All meals are delicious
It is hard to choose
All sorts to choose from
Shoy-fly pie-blueberry
Many more to choose from
Different ice cream flavours
Home made pies sold out
I have a slavery folktale of my own
I am Mae Rock, and I was once a slave
Always taught being black you must behave
How did I get the name Mae Rock?
I was named for Unbreakable, Unstoppable and Strong as a Solid Rock
The Plantation owner named me that for that very reason
I would often rebel after being beaten and refused the plantation ways
I knew I had to getaway
During those slavery years, you would find me reading the word and praying morning, Noon and night
One slavery night, I tried to escape
I crossed the river that was in South Carolina on state line heading for North Carolina
Ever so close leading to the North
When morning came, the plantation owner discovered I was gone
They had their dogs to track my scent and foot prints, but because I went through the river, they loss total track of me
I was determined to never go back to the plantation nor slavery live again
Sometimes I would tire, but knew I had to push on with all inner strength I could muster
The Lord guided me throughout my journey
I met fellow slaves along the way
In my Southern Draw is all I knew
I encouraged the other slaves to make their way North and escape to Freedom
Mae Rock’s words were, “You have to live and breathe as any person walking this Godly Earth. The Heavenly skies spells “Freedom”. The ways of the oppressed plantation owners could no longer being tolerated”
Suddenly a crack of Thunder, Flash of Lightning came along with the pouring rain and a rush of the mighty winds
It was decreed at that very moment that all slaves had to be free
It was as if that was God’s decree, and he had spoken
Freedom came loud and strong
All the slaves knew where they belonged
Head North for a better life
Mighty and true
Success in pursue
Mae Rock’s Legacy for generations to come, “Live out your dreams with spirit and destiny. Be true to yourself and to others. Don’t ever be silent, but always vocal. Time will come in your favor, but you must believe”
A Slavery Folk song says “Dance before the Lord as he is the melody through circumstance, and breaks all barriers. Enrich your mind and voice on one accord. It’s assurance that comes from the Lord”
She was 79 years old when she passed away.
She was my aunt and her name was Ina Mae.
When a relative passes away, it's always sad.
Ina Mae was the only blood aunt that I had.
She was special and she was Mom's only sister.
Many people loved her and many will miss her.
She was a wonderful lady and a loving mother.
She had a bond with her five kids who loved her
She was a human being who can never be replaced.
She and Mom are in Heaven which is a better place.
When she died in 2017, it was bleak.
Ina Mae was both special and unique.
[Dedicated to Ina Mae Dooley (1937-2017) who died on February 24, 2017.].
Mae West's Room
Every hierarchy exists
dependent upon those below to support it.
Can it be any different with the gods
when some are greater and some are lesser?
We are all gods, and isn’t that the point
in George Orwell’s book, “Animal Farm,”
when he compares human beings to pigs
and we can’t tell the difference between them?
“Some pigs are better than the rest.”
Or, in other words, let me refer you to
Joseph Heller’s exposé, “Catch-22,” paraphrased:
“When you know both sides of the coin,
win, lose, or draw, Mae West said it best,
‘Why don’t you come up sometime and see me?’”
***
Notes:
Mary Jane West, aka Mae West (1893–1980), was a vaudeville performer, playwright, singer, Hollywood film actress, and screenwriter during the Gay Nineties and beyond. She was considered a sex symbol during this era and was very controversial.
One of her best-known quotes comes from her play “Diamond Lil,” written in 1928, which was adapted for the Hollywood film “She Done Him Wrong” in 1933: “Why don’t you come up sometime and see me?”
The quote inspired Arthur Swanstrom and Louis Alter to write the 1933 song “Come Up and See Me Sometime!” which was first recorded by Elsie Carlisle. The song went on to become Mae West’s signature song.
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South
Each word could be felt when it left her mouth
With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence
She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience
She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues
She didn't have to put on airs 'cause she stood comfortably in her shoes
A woman, a beautiful black woman oozing with creativity and soul
In her kitchen, she took lemons and made pitcher after pitcher of sweet lemonade that she always served cold
Oh, Big Mama you brought that good medicine to the soul when you sang
You bellowed melodies that reached up and tugged on heartstrangs
Oh, Big Mama I see ya' cookin' with your horn, too
Blowin', just blowin' so beautifully as only a few can do
You were so good that some felt a need to copy you and steal your money
Shameful shadowy expressions of a "Hound Dog" depraved music industry
Never to be replicated or duplicated
One of one, you were, but still, you're often imitated
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…
Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy,
masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm…
And when April comes along, your eye gleams!
Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush….
Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam
Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush!
Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~
Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~
(2/7/23)
Miss Mae may not have been,
a famous writer with ink nor pen.
But enjoyed to crochet and paint,
and mastered the art of motherhood
and that of quiet saint.
She reared eight children with humble means
and loving gentle touch.
Each child she taught the golden rule,
right from wrong and for that they owe her much.
Miss Mae stood regal and tall
and walked with grace above the fray.
She always greeted others with kind words,
any others she would not say.
On Sunday morning you would find her
quietly in pew with Bible and smile in tow.
She showed her love of Christ and the
faithful walk and path for all to go.
So when Miss Mae left this world,
as quietly as she came.
There were no grand farewells reserved
for those of wealth and fame.
There will be no statues or monuments
built in peaceful parks.
But the monument her life has built
is deep within our hearts.
Presente Dia das mães 2022
Mães do presente
MÃES DO FUTURO
quero muito que a história
de valentes mulheres
inspirem você, filhos e filhas.
Que você, mãe
imprima
na mente
a profunda convicção
de que a beleza
se manifesta
em todas as formas,
cores e idades.
Quero que cada uma
das valentes mulheres
? VOCÊS ?
que lêem essa mensagem
reconheçam seus sucessos
e vivam uma vida repleta
de paixão,
curiosidade
e generosidade.
Que todas
nos lembremos
todos os dias
que você nasceu pra
a felicidade e a liberdade.
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I was on my way to Nashville,
Planned to be a country star,
The Grand Old Opry was where I was meant to be.
I drove across the Mississippi,
Stopped in Memphis for the night,
And that's where fate stepped in and changed my destiny.
I found a cheap motel and showered,
Went out to get a bite to eat,
My cash was low, so there was little I could choose.
A cup of coffee, and a burger,
A slice of southern pecan pie,
And a copy of the latest Opry news.
But in a small café on Beale Street,
Upon a postage stamp-sized stage,
A pinpoint spot to frame her face was all they used,
I watched my dreams of fame in Nashville
Fade like smoke rings in the air
When I heard Lutie Mae McDaniel sing the blues.
You could tell she'd been a looker,
But her voice, once pure, I'm sure,
Now was raspy, wrecked by cigarettes and booze.
But every word was raw emotion,
Full of love, and loss, and life,
And I felt every single one down to my shoes.
There was no one on piano,
Just Lutie Mae and a guitar,
At break I asked if my assistance she could use.
She drawled, "Auditions are tomorrow."
I said, "Ma'am, here I am tonight."
Then I sat down right there and knocked out "Beale Street Blues".
If you should ever get to Memphis
And find you've time upon your hands,
Check out a small and smoky dive called "Beale Street Lu's".
That's now my little slice of heaven
Where each night at eight and ten
I play while Lutie Mae McDaniel sings the blues.