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In Skagway town, eighteen ninety-eight
Lived a young man, Elliot McKay.
He worked with his father selling dry goods,
To the miners heading Klondike-way,
They made some good coin in a day.
Elliot he, like most younger men,
Had an eye for womanly curves.
His favorite worked in a house downtown,
With dark hair done up in curls,
A woman who’d ‘broadened’ his world.
At first it was cold, but that all changed quick,
And they soon were a regular thing.
She taught him skills a man needs to know,
Really took the boy under her wing,
And knew how to make his heart sing.
But his father said “Boy, don’t fool yourself,
That damned girl wants nothing but cash.
And many a man has found himself broke,
Chasing after a professional lass,
You better get over her fast!”
But Elliot continued, and went when he could
For weeks this went on, as before.
Until one day she asked to meet his kin,
Not the act of some common whore.
She must have loved him like never before!
They went to his house outside of town,
His lady fidgeting and tense,
Elliot knew she must be nervous,
To be meet disapproving parents,
He prayed that his dad would relent.
She entered the home and father went cold,
His face truly taken aback.
His jaw dropped and he said aloud,”Clarice!”
Then she shouted outside,”It’s Mack!”
A new figure stormed in from out back.
A man appeared, a gun in his hand,
Pushing before him Elliot’s mother.
Elliot had seen his likeness before,
It was the felon Bloody Jack Carruthers,
He knew it could be no other.
Jack said,”Now, now, we meet again,
McKay, the man who survived,
When our gang fell down in Monterey,
Shot up back in seventy-five!
Our loot you had on your ride!”
“And now I see how you spent it all,
And made it pay out in droves,
While I rotted away in sweltering cells
Far down south in old Mexico,
Imagining how this would all go!”
“You see this girl here, she is in my pay,
Since I heard that your son took a shine.
She played the damn fool, acted in love,
Until he’d bought into her lies.
And she led me here where I did find…”
“That a dirty skunk, yellow as can be
Built his home on the blood of my friends!
And all because this pretty young girl,
Your stupid, young son could bend.
Now then, prepare for your end…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I am chained to my TV set by way of recliner
Planning daily to break the chain
Or at least bend it a bit
But until the fires and the floods come
Here I sit
Doing none of the things
That bring me joy
Holding a remote in my hand
A remote that is controlling me
Has taken over my mind
Is telling me what to do and when to do it
I am ready for a flood
Or a fire
Or anything
To shake me up
And break me up
And get me to the church on time
Or get me to the restaurant where I could meet friends
This pandemic has me glued to CNN
Where the numbers keep going up.
Ninety-eight thousand and sixty-eight Americans have died so far
Of the Coronavirus or something else?
I am chained to the TV
Yet I do not even believe in it.
I am broken, shaken, messed up.
I am going to have to BE the fire and the flood
But not right now.
Right now
The remote is in my hand
And I am not afraid to use it.
I lay in bed watching as over ninety-souls passed away
There was nothing I could do except cry upon that day
I lay in my bed my sheets crisp and white
As the doctor walked in and said ‘We take the foetus away tonight.’
I asked in a voice breaking, more of a whimper now it seems
‘You’re telling me my baby’s dead, the end of all our dreams?’
The death count was rising higher on the television screen
But to me one more was added, my child as yet unseen
The curtains pulled around the bed just opposite to mine
Perhaps it was supposed to be private, but I heard them fine
‘Come now it’s time to say if you want us to abort
Your weeks are running out now, and time is getting short.’
I looked at the screen no-other eyes seemed to see
I saw two more lives added, no-one had heard my plea
The count already ninety-seven and yet here was another one
An unwanted baby, a mother unwilling to pay for her fun.
Ninety-eight souls were lost on an that April day
Only ninety-six are mourned, for ninety- six they pray
But as I lay in my hospital bed, two more souls did die
I wonder if she remembers on this April day I still cry.
I stand and watch the, telly my two sons’ towering over me
They kiss and say ‘See you later mum we’ll be back for tea’
I watch them tall and strong and give thanks to heaven above
We tried against all odds and now have our sons we so love.
© Mandy Tams 15/4/2014
A true tale and I use the word ‘unwilling’ in the correct sense, I was there and heard the conversation.
Philippines, my country of birth,
one of the countries in Southeast Asia.
It is an archipelago or group of islands,
with more than seven thousand islands.
Luzon, the largest island in the northern
part of the country, is where I was born
and where Manila, the capital is located.
Manila, the city known as Pearl of the Orient.
Magellan, the Portuguese explorer for Spain
claimed the archipelago in fifteen hundred
twenty one, named the islands Las Felipinas
or The Philippines, after King Phillip II of Spain.
Philippines was colonized more than three
hundred years, from fifteen hundred sixty five
until eighteen hundred ninety eight and ruled
under Mexico-based Viceroyalty of New Spain.
Manila was called Pearl of the Orient Seas
by the historian/Jesuit priest Juan Jose Delgado
in seventeen hundred fifty one for being a way
of sea transactions during Asian trade of goods.
However, in Jose Rizal’s poem “My Last Farewell,”
he wrote before his execution by the Spanish
government for rebellion through his writings,
he stated his country as Pearl of the Orient.
So, Philippines, the country and not Manila,
the city became known as Pearl of the Orient,
upon the discovery of his poem after his execution
in December thirty, eighteen hundred ninety six.
Philippines is known as Pearl of the Orient for
its strategic location in Asia, rich biodiversity or
different kinds of plants and animals, natural
resources and its natural beauty and splendor.
The Spanish Crown called it Pearl of the Orient
for the country was a precious source of spices,
other resources and trade of goods, even prior to
their colonization to acquire a share in spice trade.
Philippines’ natural gem is south sea pearls
and it is renowned for cultivating south sea pearls.
The famous pearl in the country, known as The Pearl
of Lao Tzu, was considered the largest known pearl.
The pearl weighed fourteen pounds, found by a
Filipino diver in nineteen thirty four and later, a giant
pearl, the Pearl of Puerto weighing seventy five pounds,
found by a fisherman, both discovered in Palawan Island.
No doubt why The Philippines is called Pearl of the Orient,
the two biggest pearls were found in Palawan, Philippines.
Isn’t that the most obvious, sensible reason? I wonder……
Well, what do you think?...... Just asking……
Every teddy knows that every girl and and every boy
Needs to have a teddy who will be their pride and joy
A teddy bear companion in the life of him or her
Will be a snuggle buddy even when they’ve lost their fur
For when a bear is truly loved its fur will start to wear
A sure sign that that cherished bear was carried everywhere
And snuggled with your bear at night when mum turns out the light
There is no need to fear the dark with teddy cuddled tight
But wait, I hear you say, what if you haven’t got a bear
The truth is there’s a bear for everybody, everywhere
But there’s no Santa Claus for those who never think to ask
So bears are brought to children by a teddy in a mask
Sky Ted lives upon a cloud, he has a telescope
He uses it to see through ceilings in persistent hope
That every child he finds will have a bear to help him cope
But Sky Ted takes corrective action when his scope says, “Nope.”
For rainbows don’t just happen; Sky Ted makes them with a wish
And rides down on a unicorn to visit little kids
So if you haven’t got a bear, there’s no need to complain
For Sky Ted distributes his teddies, even in the rain
But Sky Ted has a schedule that will sometimes leave him beat
And one or two of you have bears you think you’ll never meet
For it’s a great big world and Sky Ted truly does his best
But there's a teddy looking down, with your name on its vest
So if you’re too old for a bear (which never shall be true)
You sense someone, but no-one’s there - your bear is watching you
So hug the bear you have; if you have none then just pretend
For wherever your bear may be, he’s there and he’s your friend
For every child that’s ever born, a teddy bears their name
And Sky Ted’s making rainbows, which to him is not a game
So whether you be four or forty, even ninety eight
Your bear will one day find you: All you need to do is wait.
Our God is bountiful because...
From the time we come to earth,
through our innumerable birth and rebirth
till we achieve salvation
he is with us, within us, guiding us
to ensure we don't sin and reach him
He loves us beyond measure!
And God is bountiful because...
Ninety eight percent of our tasks he does
He completely manages working of our body and the world
still he never claims he is the doer
He allows us to assume full credit
He loves us beyond measure!
And God is bountiful because...
There was no need for him to bestow us with reasoning power and free will
He could have easily ensured that his impeccable world remains flawless
but he gave us freedom
He loves us beyond measure!
And God is bountiful because...
He shows us the right path through our conscience
"Don't do", "Do this way" his voice within us guides us.
When we don't obey him our Lord, our father, our creator watches helplessly
But he never stops correcting us
He loves us beyond measure!
And God is bountiful because...
He could have created a simple world but he made an exquisite one, for all to savour
He went out of the way simply because
He loves us beyond measure!
And God is bountiful because...
God takes care, protects, nourishes all in the world
Big forest how they flourish? By whose grace?
Same goes for all living entities
He indeed loves all beyond measure!
And God is bountiful because...
We are his own children and like any parent
he wants, he seeks our happiness
He loves all unconditionally, excessively, beyond measure!
Boundless blessings of bountiful God
Immeasurable, incessant, infinite....
Our God is bountiful because...
Date: 11/4/2020
Today my aunt turns 98
And for her age, she’s doing great,
So we came down to celebrate,
The least that we can do.
We schmoozed a little yesterday
With snacks we picked up on the way
And brought an ice cream treat today
(Since I had craved one, too).
Then on to mah jongg in a place
Where seniors gather, face to face,
To play a game they all embrace
(The rules of which I knew).
Two hours flew by and then back where
Three huge bouquets were waiting there,
Plus cards and phone calls, all to share
Her birthday, right on cue.
Tonight, there’ll be a dinner out;
That’s what a birthday’s all about,
And at that age, there is no doubt
Best wishes sure are due.
It started some years back,
the farmlands will produce beans instead less the corn
or the farm is now becoming a thing of adoration
or simple fascinating society as per family.
Well, war mongering grew by ninety eight percent
and couldn't linger even for a second- I remember
the gun would look like a knife or fine something- I
remember the sun is anonymous for years.
I remember people often say the end of world is here
or to be frank people would say we love graveyards
instead of offices.
Well, fear has gone from within and around so far,
people would say we don't love our country, we don't
love the world- we just want to live as free place
and do whatever we like to do- after all they would
say achievement is everything.
Ha, that would say I will drink drums of water,
that would say I will eat grasses and fascinate trees,
that would say I am a fat man leader of bats, so vamillion,
so the story went on.......
Let’s celebrate Pearl Harbor – and why not?
A pretext for a party? It’s terrific!
It simply wouldn’t do if we forgot
that evil bid to conquer the Pacific!
There’s one aggressive nation, poised to strike:
it has, somehow, to come up with a ruse:
the victim is distracted, zombie-like:
“we need to manufacture an excuse!”
I’m talking not of Arizona, Shaw
or Utah, but a stealth attack on Spain
so slily undertaken years before:
I’m talking of the sinking of the Maine.
In February eighteen ninety-eight,
Americans (the new kids on the block)
were throwing round a bit of Yankee weight,
and bombed a warship in Havana Dock.
What’s wrong with that? Why, nothing – if you think
that killing folks to start a war is fine.
The vessel that the hawks picked out to sink
was US Navy, stricken by “a mine”.
The yellow press of Pulitzer and Hearst
demanded Cuba and the Philippines,
defied Don Juan to do his wimpish worst:
he’d blown our mighty Maine to smithereens.
A special corner is reserved in Hell
for those who hate the truth, and help it vanish:
for Pulitzer and Hearst knew very well
the culprits were American, not Spanish.
The “mine” account (excuse me) was exploded:
investigators sent out from Madrid
found nothing to support it. Dice were loaded.
The Yankees yearned to start a fight – and did.
The Sampson Board (American, of course)
with comic opera characters in place
(Commander Converse!) said the use of force
was fully recommended in this case.
Why can’t we be content with what we’ve got?
Why pilfer from the other person’s plate?
Two hundred US sailors died – for what?
So Uncle Sam could steal some real estate.
Hillary Rodham Clinton of Chicago,
the former charismatic first lady of USA,
a good orator and a fine communicator I’d say,
confidence drips on her ever smiling face aglow.
In the turbulent times of her life in ninety eight
she was an emblem of cool composed maturity.
Despite the fragility she upheld the family integrity,
and carved a place in the contours of dignified trait.
As a breaker of the invisible ceiling she is a pioneer,
because women’s causes are so much dear to her heart.
Worldwide girl child education drive she made to start,
deeply spiritual, for all human values she is a warrier.
Many capacities gave her administrative discernment,
despite whatever happened in twenty sixteen
the American hearts she surely deserves to win.
They may get someday in her the first woman president.
March 23, 2019