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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER part 3
Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
to start a fresh new life.
So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.
The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy
And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.
Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.
She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.
Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life
And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.
Each month she mailed the letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos
true siblings in their best
But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her husband knew her---
She had him in her spell.
So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.
And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.
So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.
They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.
Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast
Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.
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Note: Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name: Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s mother. The baby named Clara. My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried. He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.
PS THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH! vat
( Based on the animated musical produced by Walt Disney
based on the fairytale written by Charles Perrault.)
"Hello Cinderella, how are you ?
I am very happy and still in love,
the Prince is kind and handsome;
and from the first kiss it was truelove !"
"What became of your animal friends ?
I brought all the birds, and the mice,
and other animals to live in the palace;
now, they are safe and think it is quite nice !"
"What became of your stepsisters ?
I allowed them and their mother to stay
in my manor, because they had nowhere to go;
I am sure they will grow old there and decay !"
"What was it like after your father died ?
I was a girl when father remarried,
Lady Tremaine who had two daughters;
then father died shortly after and was buried.
The daughters Anatasia and Drizella were spoiled;
and Lady Tremaine was very mean,
I had to live in a dusty attic room with the mice ;
and everyday had to scrub and clean ! "
"It must have been exciting to go to the ball ?
Oh yes, I was excited and wanted to go,
but it seemed impossible that I could;
until my fairy godmother helped me as you know.
The stepsisters had ripped apart my mother's dress,
but, fairy godmother made me a shimmering gown to wear,
made a pumpkin into to a stage coach;
four white mice into white horses fair,
and a old horse and a dog into a coachman and footman;
it was magic but only till the stroke of midnight.
At the ball I danced with the prince and walked in the garden,
and when we kissed it was delight ! "
"So I know the ending, your foot fit the glass slipper ?
Yes, of all the maidens in the kingdom it only fit me,
and though my stepmother and sisters tried to stop it;
the glass slipper was the key,
soon after I married the prince !"
"Cinderella, my last question is what is
your advice for young girls ?
I want every young girl to know they are a star,
and to never ever give up on their dreams;
because if they wish and wish they can go far,
as the song goes- A dream is a wish ! "
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February 09, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/A Conversation With Cinderella
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1428-994-09
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Conversation A Fictional Character
sponsor, Natasha L. Scragg, Judged 03/02/2022
First Place
AFTER NUMEROUS CALLS DESPERATE PLEASE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS MY IDENTITY THIEVES SETTLED INTO MY LIFE LIKE GIANT COCKROACHES CHEWING FEASTING ON MEDICAL DOCUMENTS PAYMENTS INFORMATIONS SOCIAL SECURITY INFORMATIONS FROM TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS MEGELLAN HEALTHCARE HCA INCLUDING TRI CARE FBI HAS BEEN CONTACTED EACH TIME MY STALKERS GAINED ACCESS TO OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION LETTERS POURED IN HERE'S WHAT WE DO WE ARE WRITING YOU TO ALERT YOU THAT YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXPOSED YOU'RE INVOLVED IN A CLASS ACTION SETTLEMENT YOU CAN LOCK YOUR CREDIT WE OFFER CREDIT MONITORING THEN THE SPAM CALLS HACKERS USING YOUR INFORMATION TO CIRCULATED ROBO CALLS SPOOF PHONE NUMBERS UNDER YOUR NAME DEBUTING ALL YOUR HACKERS IDENTITY THIEVES WHO HAVE LITERALLY BUILT A CAREER ON STEALING YOUR IDENTITY AFTER SEVERAL DATA BREACHES MY HUSBAND AND I ARE BLESSED ESPECIALLY SINCE MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RALLY A FLEET OF JAMAICAN STRIPPERS HIDING OUT IN AMERICAN YES UNDER MY IDENTITY SINCE THAT DIRE PLEA TO THE FBI 2003 HELP HELP SOMEONES BREAKING IN MY HOME SEARCHING FOR PASSPORTS OBITUARIES DEATH BIRTH MARRIAGE I FEARED FOR MY SAFETY SUFFERING TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY THE THIEVES WERE ACTUALLY EMBEZZLING FUNDS FROM MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM FLEEING TO JAMAICAN CANADA AND MIDWEST WHEN THEY FINALLY REALIZED I REMARRIED THEY LATCHED ON TO MY HUSBAND TERRORISING US WITH HOME INVASIONS DEADLY GAME OF DOMESTIC IDENTITY TERRORISTS ITS HORRID BEING A DISABLED PERSON HAVING A CRIMINAL GROUP HACK INTO YOUR HEALTHCARE YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION YOUR LIVELY HOOD HAVING TWO STROKES I WAS HELPLESS AT THE MERCY OF MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND JESUS CHRIST MY IDENTITY THIEVES ARE SEATED WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS ITS VERY TRAUMATIC THIS CRIMINAL GROUP FORMED SEVERE HATRED FIR ME AFTER BEING EXPPSED TO MY IDENTITY AS A CONFIDENTIAL HUMAN SOURCE I WAS INTIMIDATED BULLIED BY HOME INVASIONS DEATH THREATS ATTEMPTS ON MY LIFE SLANDERED TODAY I FEEL BLESSED MY HUSBAND AND I ARE ALL ARMY STRONG HAND IN HAND TRULY BLESSED WE SURVIVED THIS IDENTITY THEFT TERRORISTS CRIMINAL GROUP SEVERE DATA BREACH UPON OUR FAMILY DURING CHRONIC ULLNESS COMPLETE HARDSHIP GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION FOR REACHING OUT TO COMBAT THIS HORRID DATA BREACH UPON US GOD BLESS THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION AND GOD BLESS AMERICA
his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent
he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part of Central Intelligence Agency
the NSA, NSG and a skilled assassin
Albert was married to Wanda Blake for many years
very happy but with no children ... just a dog
and they accepted that
however, their destiny would take a dark turn
on a secret mission Albert is murdered
he is set on fire and is burnt to death
and is sent to Hell
where he makes a deal with the Devil
he agrees to become the creature Hell Spawn
and returns to earth after five years
he wanders confused and haunted by flashbacks
his body covered in scars
he finds out that Wanda has remarried
his friend Terry, he visits their home in disguise
and becomes their protector
only because of Wanda ... who later gives birth to twins
Spawn becomes a cruel, sadistic anti-hero
and has battles with Heaven, Hell, and Earth
his suit is made of Necroplasm from the fires of Hell
and his massive flowing red cape ... his protective wings
his huge right and left legs are heavily armored
a mask covers his burnt deformed face
he is a dark force with superhuman strength
immortal, skilled fighter, demonic, healer, mind controller
Spawn helps Terry when he is trouble with the CIA
he finds their daughter Cyan when she goes missing
he donates money anonymously to the hospital
where Wanda is creating a children's wing
he has battles on Earth, Heaven and Hell
those battles far to numerous to be retold here or
to list in this poem but they are many, many
oh, beware for Hell Spawn dwells here on earth
when God informs Spawn that Wanda is dead
and in Hell ... he goes back to Hell to save her
and her unborn child who are being held by Satan
their only chance is if he trades his protective suit
does he ?
his earthly grave is empty .. his wife terrified of him
for he is truly a dark spawn of the Devil
but, somewhere in his fragmented memories is love
for his wife Wanda
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March 28, 2023
Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori
Naomi and her family departed from Bethleham Judah the land of milk and honey
in the midst of a famine as they were unable to earn any money
so on to the region of Moab they ventured and prospered to some degree
until Naomi lost her husband and both sons and was left alone to grieve
to her daughters-in-law she told them both to their families they should go back
but one daughter-in-law Ruth refused to let their relationship come under attack
she told Naomi I will never leave you nor forsake you
I will stay by your side no matter what we have to go through
your people will be my people, your God will be my God
and wherever you choose to travel you and I will never part
with loyalty, love and devotion Ruth needed Naomi in her life
in order for her to develop a relationship with our Lord Christ
now worshipping God together placing their fate in His hands
for this was a divine hook-up that the Lord our God had planned
Now Naomi needed Ruth too but was too afraid to admit it
as she felt she had been forsaken by the presence of the Holy Spirit
but God was in the midst of that relationship from the very start
He had destined that Ruth and Naomi would never, ever part
for when women worship God great relationships are made in life
with loyalty, love and devotion in the name of Jesus the Christ
In the course of your life there will be people whom you need and require
to help you to be all that you can be in the way that God desires
the clarifiers in your life will help you to see what is your mission
the collaborators in your life will encourage you to come to a decision
the confronters in your life will nag you and stay in your face
while the comforters in your life if they're of God will help you find your place
then the celebrators in your life will help you to rejoice in your victory
with the spirit of love, devotion and a godly loyalty
Now Ruth went on to get remarried but kept Naomi as a member of her household
for their relationship was a divine hook-up that was under God's control
for when women worship God great relationships last an eternity
Naomi and Ruth a divine hook-up of love, devotion and loyalty
Through God's Grace
(with love for Barbara)
By Franklin Price
02/26/2023
Has been more than a year ago, when I lost you in my life.
I will never lose the memories. You are my dear departed wife.
The year we met each other, miracles would greet us soon.
God put us both together, and let man go to the moon.
Your life had been a little crazy, when you were young, and just a teen.
Your parents were divorced, and both, not often on the scene.
You grew up, and way too early, a shot-gun wedding was not fun.
You had a child, who died of SIDS, with husband number one.
He went off to war without you. That's how it was back in the day.
You traveled home from California, back to Florida to stay.
Your mother had remarried. Your step father was a jewel.
He loved you, as his very own, was supportive and not cruel.
The times, they were a-changing, and free love was everywhere.
I had been to Vietnam, and was divorced while I was there.
You were then with husband two, who was nothing but a cheat
When we met, you weighed but eighty-nine, was depressed and did not eat.
Your cheating husband worked with me. You might say he was a friend
I hated how he treated you. You got divorced, as was the trend.
We were attracted to each other. I know God pushed us along.
Before the year was over, we had sung the marriage song.
We were married in a baptist church, neither of us was a member
The preacher did not want to marry us, that's the way that I remember
My family is baptist. He married some of us before.
Some had ended in divorce. He was looking at the score.
He did not have to worry, for we did as we would vow.
Lived together, till death parted us, over a year ago from now.
For more than fifty years, we had, love given through God's grace.
Then Jesus called you home to Him, where you look upon His face.
My love for you will never leave me. We'll meet again on Heaven's shore.
I thank God for all the years we had, wish so much, they had been more.
I still have our daughter Dani, and granddaughters Bell and Lil
Also your brother Danny, in our hearts you're with us still.
Love always, Frank
Charlotte Wentworth married far too young,
to a man quite rich with old money.
It had seemed such a dream on the big day,
a year later it did not seem so funny.
He was a bore, and he cared very little
for his family, his friends, and such,
he cared for his cash, and his alcohol,
of both he could not get enough.
Left all alone in their Hamptons home,
Charlotte developed a wandering eye,
before too long she’d had her first fling
and moved through a procession of guys.
Until one of her lovers, a soldier named Rob,
started a stirring that went beyond lust,
unlike the others, she invited him back,
of his love she could not get enough.
They were so in tune, and not just in bed,
that she soon knew she was falling hard.
It didn’t help that he felt the same,
she was his muse, his beauty, his star.
They kept stealing moments, more and more,
craving each other’s soft touch,
no matter how often they snuck away
each knew it was never enough.
One day her husband, before he left for work,
said,”I know what you have been doing.
I saw the pictures taken by my private eye,
in the courts I’ll make sure that you’re ruined!”
But later that night, when drunk as always,
he smashed his Benz into a truck.
She played the sad widow, as was expected,
her ‘bereavement’ fooled more than enough.
At the will reading another blow came,
in the prenup he’d hidden a line
that said she got nothing if she remarried
before the passing of five-year’s time.
She said to Rob,”I’ve no degree, no skills,
and your soldier’s pay isn’t that much…
I know it hurts to ask you to wait,
already we have put up with enough.”
He smiled and said,”I can wait patiently,
a marriage license is not what makes you mine.
For a woman to stay married to that cruel drunk...
you deserve every last penny and dime.”
She moved into his house that very night,
in his arms she breathed in his deep musk,
for five happy years they went on this way,
thinking they finally possessed enough...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Emptiness – I have known you perhaps since infancy
when I cried so incessantly when my parents put me down to sleep.
Was it maybe because I was fearful that some void would swallow me up
were I to close my eyes? My parents followed the doctor’s advice and let me
scream it out for a few nights. Eventually I succumbed to early bedtime.
Emptiness – I recall you as I sat forlornly in the bus which picked me up
from my grandparents’ yellow farm house out in the country, the place
my mother returned to with me and my three sisters when she left my father.
I remember that emptiness as I sat alone on that bus, and also as I did
whatever it was I did in my strange little kindergarten class until my mother
moved us to a nearby city where we walked everywhere we went,
and where we lived on welfare cheese, macaroni, milk and peanut butter.
Always I’d had my sisters to play with me, so why did emptiness envelop me
on those days I swung so high in the air at the Riverside Park, swinging away
feeling eluded by the purpose of life, and feeling like something was missing?
I’d go to church, hear the sermons and the hymns. They did not phase me.
Oh, here come the Miller Girls, the folks there probably whispered,
eyeing our shabby dresses. Because we had no car, church members
would come to get us. I felt a little like a burden at those times, and I recall
looking forward to those few times my father came from his state so far away
to visit me and my sisters. But emptiness would visit me in those times.
He was mentally ill after all, but a girl could always dream . . .
Very soon my mother remarried. Our family’s size greatly increased
along with chaos, but also along with very great times! I learned so much.
I searched for and found friends. The emptiness I’d grown so familiar with
grew smaller and smaller, yet sometimes, even now - decades later -
emptiness drops by, plops itself down and simply stares me in the face.
Feb. 12, 2023
Dear Daddy,
I remember when I was little,
there was nothing I looked forward to more,
than dinnertime coming around,
and hearing your voice at the door.
Everyone always knew you were my world,
I always knew I was your babygirl.
Growing up led us through some tough times,
a broken home and only seeing you once a week.
Then mommy went to heaven,
and you laid with me as I cried myself to sleep.
In my eyes you were the world,
at 9 years old I was still your babygirl.
I remember it like yesterday,
something inside you changed.
You starting bringing around strange women,
to you it seemed like a game.
While me and my brother stood by,
watching at all at such a young age.
But nonetheless it never changed the fact,
that you were my dad,
and I loved you more than anything in the world.
Once you began treating those other kids,
better than your own,
your true colors were shown.
I never thought I'd see the day that I had hate for you,
because you were once my world,
as naive as I was, so young and not strong enough,
I forgave you time and time again.
Your daughter still loved you more than anything in the world,
even if she wasn't your babygirl.
The day you remarried, I knew it was close to the end.
It wasn't but a few months later our once close relationship,
had faded.
We had become strangers,
because you chose her over your babygirl,
but I still loved you more than anything in the world.
That day came when she was strong enough,
and she knew all hope was long gone.
At 18 years old, she turned her back,
and never came back home.
She still loved you more than anything in the world,
but she couldn't let herself feel that,
Through the hurt you created inside.
Here I am now, nearly 24 years old,
and we speak less and less.
As much as I'd like it not to be true,
you were will always be my first love,
and I love you more than anything in the world.
Love your BabyGirl.
Form:
JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JOY Y JONES THIS IDENTITY THIEF BEGAN STEALING MY IDENTITY AFTER HER TWISTED AFFAIR WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND PETER GARGANO THE ABUSE ESCALATED AFTER THIS IDENTITY THEFT ARRIVED WITH HER JAMAICAN GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE HOME INVASIONS THREATS I FINALLY SUFFERED A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM A CAR BOMB IGNITING IN MY FACE THIS WAS WHEN SHE REALLY BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY MARRAIGE COMMITING HOME INVASIONS RIPPING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES SHOT RECORDS PASSPORTS OBITUARIES OF DECEASED LOVED ONES I FINALLY DIVORCED MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND REMARRIED TO MY SURPRISE MY STALKER BEGAN HOME INVASIONS AGAIN IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE SHE BEGAN ACTUALLY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF A DECEASED WOMAN FROM THE CATHOLIC CHURCH IN ORDER TO DINE WITH PETER GARGANO WITH THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS AN UNHOLY HORROR UPON DECEASED CATHOLICS MY FAMILY SURVIVED HER IDENTITY THEFT FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS J2 ACN HELPING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS TO RECIEVE ILLEGAL CITIZENSHIP WORK VISA SCHOOL VISA IN AMERICA BY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF DECEASED PERSONS ITS TRULY HORRIFYING GETTING MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH THIS FRAUD AGAINST THE DECEASED RIGHT NEXT DOOR THE OFFICE OF IMMIGRATION WHERE THE FALSIFIED DOCUMENTS CAN BE FAXED THROUGH AMSCOT TOOTSIE ROLL DRIVES PERSONS OF POWER SELLING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED TO JAMAICAN IMMIGRANTS MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS TOTAL DISREGARD TO ACTUAL DEATH CERTIFICATES SADLY MANY OTHER NATIONALITIES IMMIGRANTS BUYING SELLING TRADING CATHOLIC MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED OBITUARIES I FEEL TRULY BLESSED MY HUSBAND AND I DECLINED TO EVEN BE MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH WE CHOSE TRUTH JUSTICE AND PEACE IN THE COURT HOUSE PROTECTED FROM IDENTITY FRAUD AT THE CHURCH WHERE GARGANO CONTROLLED COMPLETE WRATH FAKING HIS DEATH HACKING INTO OBITUARIES I APPLAUD TRUMP ON THIS ISSUE MY FAMILY SURVIVED SEVERE IDENTITY FROM FROM JAMAICAN MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS
GOD BLESS AMERICA