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One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage,
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies,
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!
What formerly got celebrated as adventitious age of exploration...
1492 unleashed, jump/
kick started, and downloaded
a bittorrent götterdämmerung
spelling genocide of indigenous peoples
occupying Turtle Island,
now surviving tribes
just a shell of their former grandeur.
At present Columbus day
linkedin with high dudgeon
courtesy scattered remnants
of once proud nations
occupying contiguous United States
plus calling Alaska and Hawaii
their happy hunting grounds,
enshrine actual or mythologized
spectacular pièce de résistance
instances when counting coup.
I recollect needing to know
scores of years ago
when a student attending grade schools
within Lower Providence District
as an important bit of information
contributing to (white washed) history
of western civilization
(and never forgot)
recalling the names Nina, Pinta,
and Santa Maria associated
with heroic measures undertaken
by Cristóbal Colón,
(but also been referred to,
by himself and others, as Christoual,
Christovam, Christofferus de Colombo,
and even Xpoual de Colón)
five hundred and thirty years ago,
who purportedly "discovered"
the Americas, when in
fact native occupants of the land
already dwelled upon
the then island paradises.
He/him and subsequent swashbuckling
gung-ho high spirited men
set sail across expanse of ocean(s)
exhibiting eager intent to claim
untrammeled storied quintessentially
opulently magnificent kingdoms
intoxicating greedy Europeans.
Blatant exploitation inexorably nudged
courtesy trickery vis a vis hook and crook
to grab good & plenty treats
forcibly wrested by violence
sabotaging the delicate webbed wide world
constituting millenniums of heavenly bliss,
where marauders wantonly ransacked
indeed lacking absolute zero selflessness
forcing diverse autochthonous nations
to acquiesce and surrender
ancestral grounds to aggressive, coercive
and offensive Europeans hell bent
to populate occupied territory
commandeering, humiliating, manhandling,
poisoning, subdividing, triangulating
every square inch
encompassing fruitful grand home
of rightful heirs to stolen
near boundless tracts
eventually hashtagging uncharted
pristine green acres
spanning from sea to shining sea
becoming commercial real estate
falsely claiming a haven
housing home of the free
land of the brave.
I circled the world in a point of time
And I discovered the story
Of Christopher Columbus’s lifetime
You know, he was born in Italy in 1451?
Young Chris sailed the seas as a felon
Attacking the ships of Moors,
But sadly his vessel was a sunken
Luckily he knew how to swim ashore.
Chris and his brother joined together,
And then he married happily
His wife’s father gave him registers
That all positioned toward the Atlantic.
Dreams for new lands were not far away
Across the seas they would set sail
To see worlds that would be new that day
And bring news that would change humanity.
First permissions were reject for the Indies
Then loving eyes died shortly afterwards
Leaving a son, so he sailed for the Spanish seas
And once more nobility refused his traveling ideas.
There was another wife and yet another child
In the shadow of time were more denials
His needs for finance seemed lost and wild
When a priest put forward for his sake and won.
Chris found his way together with his sons
And three ships that set sail for the Indies
Santa Maria flowed proudly in the setting sun
The Pinta, and The Nina followed closely behind.
The final voyage with vivid eyes showed the way
In 1492 Columbus sailed to the Canaries,
And the Sargasso Seas guided false passageway
Mutiny, anger and violence almost ruined the trip.
Alas the ideas of India and China came into view
Though the Santa Maria sank into the sea
The New World had been discovered by the few
It is now time to go home and spread the great news.
The journey has found a new world for the future
And the human race will now circle the globe
Ships will come and develop a land that is ever pure
Together the new lands will stand fourth as one big world.
When I was young I couldn’t wait to go outside and play
when school was not in session on Christopher Columbus Day.
We were taught all the stories…how he sailed the ocean blue
with the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…in 1492.
We were taught he was a great explorer, across the oceans his boats swirled.
We were taught this Italian man who sailed for Spain discovered our new world.
He’s such a navigation hero our history books proclaim
that cities across this nation are christened in his name.
He’s been given the ultimate accolade…banks are closed and children play
as we commemorate Christopher Columbus with his very own holiday...
But then a strange thing happened, we found the history books were skewed
and we weren’t ready for the things we read or the feelings that ensued.
It seems this new world theory comes with a little hitch
Columbus wasn’t looking for America he just wanted to get rich.
He thought he’d sail to Asia when he left Spain that fateful day
but he was wrong about the route and America got in the way.
It was in the Caribbean not America where Columbus made landfall.
The fact is…he never landed on or visited America at all.
About his claim of discovering a new world…it’s a very misleading stat
I think the Native Americans might have something to say about that.
Because if I’m not mistaken they were here many years before
Christopher Columbus accidentally bumped into their shore.
And would a man who we’ve been taught was courageous, great and brave
kill the people who were already here or turn them into slaves?
Would we still look at Columbus Day with as much innocence and pride
If we knew how he decimated a people and committed genocide?
No, I think it’s time we stop giving Columbus so much dignity and glory
and teach our children while they’re in school…both sides of the story.
Perhaps then all of America will commemorate and cheer
those who really discovered our country…
you know, the ones who were already here.
So the next generation of children will be excited to go outside and play
when their school is not in session on Indigenous People’s Day.
Lonesome George is Gone
The Pinta Tortoise breed is no more
He was discovered in 1972, six hundred miles from Ecuador.
He was the only one left the others have died out
They tried to breed poor George but he was no sex lout
They tried and tempted him with females, all tortoises but not the same DNA
But lonesome George was uninterested, he didn’t want to play.
100 hundred years old, they thought old George was when he did die
I’m not sure - but I don’t think many men would even try
I think it may have been the strain of tempting him to sin
Parading females round his haven waiting for him to get stuck in.
Many men would love it, that I do believe
But poor George couldn’t get it up their frustrations to relieve
They say he died stretched out perhaps, he had a go
But maybe she got fed up waiting, and decided she would go.
Not wanting to hurt his feelings and telling him not to worry
Perhaps she was getting bored and told him he should hurry.
Poor George they will not leave alone they will necropsy him today
I wonder if anyone thought, poor George may have been gay.
© 26/06/2012~GG~
Hi Billy this is the ine I was telling you about.
Colorful bombs light up the sky
Honoring the day America said goodbye
Like a Father letting go to his daughter
Freedom was the groom on the other side of the water
An investment in searching the unknown
Ship sailing centuries setting an egotistical tone
Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria were together
As per Spanish- Italian royal contract agreement letter
From the banks who put up the money to make humankind better
No one dropped off the earth
Only discovering a new land and giving birth
Risking lives
In studying the native active hive
Maybe taunting them when they arrived
Soon exploring took control
Europeans acting very bold
Surviving the warmth and the cold
Intellect stepped in
Too smart at home deciding to escape their sin
Accepting to start something new
Sparking guerrilla warfare style feuds
A civil ending
Breeding the national anthem in the defending
Soon a quick mending
South then separated from the north
Country was trying to go forth
Being a mixing pot
Everybody who wanted giving a shot
World proclaimed US a super power
Idea goes to our heads blooming like a flower
Two international wars and police actions
Tested the technology driven generated military attraction
Today there is an invisible enemy
Challenging trust from the buck to the penny
Silencing the sporting life
Entertaining spectacle that played like a fife
Waiting and hoping recreational gaming finds its social contribution
Subtly dealing with anger issues as a solution
Canned fans now make a sound
Probably the excuse television executives found
Reflection can be made
On the athletic trade
Concluding with reason
For every year having a season
'Six slices a day is the well balanced way'
the boffins back then told us all,
but now I'm not impressed, they say 'wholemeal is best,
and more healthy' their clarion call.
For a good spirit lifter, an evening snifter
was, we were told, good for the heart,
now they say fourteen units (down from twenty-one)
in a week keeps you safe, if you're smart.
'Drinka pinta milka day' the adverts said,
it's good for the teeth and the bones,
now 'half fat, low dairy' the choices are scary
I may well just leave them alone.
Our family had chips cooked in gallons of lard,
spread dripping and salt on our toast,
bacon ate with the rind, and no scraps left behind
gravy made with the juice from the roast.
We ate this sinful food with no qualms or remorse
and left the table feeling full,
those boffins may be right but I think, with hindsight
that their lives must be terribly dull.
Come candlelight, tango with me -
Your bittersweet, tri-colored braid,
Dramatic, stealthy, twined esprit.
Your piercing angst, my eyes invade.
Your bittersweet, tri-colored braid -
Blue, orange, yellow sizzling flame.
The piercing angst, my eyes invade.
O mi amor - you are not tame.
Blue, orange, yellow sizzling flame
Your pinta of wax - cold and hot.
O mi amor - you are not tame.
Stilettos feel the burn, the plot.
Your pinta of wax - cold and hot.
Dramatic, stealthy, twined esprit.
Stilettos feel the burn, the plot.
Come candlelight, tango with me.
8/26/2022
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*pinta — Appearance; presentation: Includes clothes, grooming, posture, expression, and manner of speaking and relating to the world.
**mi amor - my love
Lonesome George is a Galápagos Pinta Island Tortoise.
He's not an endangered specie. His situation is worse.
Lonesome George is the very last of his kind.
His ancestors were basically slaughtered by the likes of mankind.
Feral goats on his native island had devoured most of his vegetation.
Now he lives a life of comfort and safety at the Charles Darwin Research Station,
but poor Lonesome George will never have any future generations.
There's aren't any females of his specie to pro create any more offspring.
Although Lonesome George is still with us presently
I was compelled to create this memorial in honor of he
with the hope that they who may give this a read
will take a more serious out look about preserving our endangered species.
There is no greater sin in my opinion
than when human kind plays a role in any specie's extinction.
The only up side from all of this that I can see
is that Lonesome George will most probably out live me,
but when Lonesome George does eventually pass on
his entire specie will then be forever all gone.
No more of his kind will anyone ever again see.
The Galápagos Pinta Island Tortoise will be history.
~12000 BC Sabre Tooth Tiger
~ 1650 BC Mammoth
1681 Dodo
~ 1890 Falkland Islands Wolf
1918 Carolina Parakeet
1938 Schomburgk's Deer
~ 1960 Javan Tiger
1973 Tecopa Pupfish
1975 Round Island Burrowing Boa
1979 Dutch Alcon Blue Butterfly
1994 Golden Toad
2000 Pyrenean Ibex
2002 Baiji White Dolphin
2004 Black-faced Honeycreeper
2006 West African Black Rhino
2015 Pinta Island Tortoise
20?? H0m0 Sapiens