Penal Transportation: Forgotten Gaelic Slaves
Such a nice girl
funny she never married.
Such a nice girl
money purchases only pearls.
Not so convicts
transported by merchants
auctioned off
to plantation owners
upon arrival
in the American colonies.
Penal labour
was slave labour severe
physical
punishment... included
capital
punishment by flaying.
British French Spanish
colonial empires exploited
parts of North America
as penal colonies to cheaply...
develop an economically
underdeveloped
part of a state's colonial
territories. Slavery
even disguised as indentured
servitude of youth.
Many prisoners died
from excessive
labour, hunger, disease,
medical neglect
or during escape attempts.
It is estimated that 50,000
British convicts
were sent to colonial America
approximately
one-quarter of all British
emigrants
during the 18th century.
Wisdom
Sentimentality Sincerity.
Are free
inflating hearts that cannot
be free upon arrival
in colonial territories.
Voyages in linked chains
cannot rise
above treacherous currents
past embroiled
in conflict bitter misty
sentence dark green sea.
The United Kingdom deported its convicted criminals to her penal colonies in the Americas from the 1610s until the American Revolution in the 1770s. Dr John Dunmore Lang estimated 50,000 convicts were transported to North America, originally to New England. The majority were prisoners captured in battle who originated from Ireland or Scotland. Some were sold as slaves to the Southern states. See also ‘The Saga Of A Convict Lass’ the original template poem for a collage of poems, symbolic of collective convict suffering, yet unique experiences of individuals, during the penal transportation period; ‘Money Purchases Only Pearls’, ‘Flogged Upon Rack At Sea’ and ‘Sentenced For The Term Of Her Natural Life’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Money Purchases Only Pearls
“Such a nice girl
funny she never married.
Such a nice girl
money purchases only pearls.”
Times past money
also purchased colonial slaves.
“Wisdom Sentimentality Sincerity.
Are free
inflating hearts that can be.
Above risen
treacherous currents
embroiled
in bitter judgement misty
dark green sea.”
Transportation
punished both major and petty
crimes in penal
transportation seven year sentence
or life to America.
To return home
a capital offence
execution by
judicial process.
Exile thought
a crime major deterrent.
Transportation
to America seen as a humane
profit productive
alternative to execution.
Penal transportation
free labour practical profitable
convicts bled to economically
develop colonial territories.
Transportation crime
often; only stealing a loaf of bread
to feed a starving family.
Quoted lines adapted from ‘Penal Transportation: Forgotten Gaelic Slaves’. See also‘The Saga Of A Convict Lass’, the original template poem for a collage of poems, symbolic of collective convict suffering, yet unique experiences of individuals, during the penal transportation period; ‘Flogged Upon Rack At Sea’ and ‘Sentenced For The Term Of Her Natural Life’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Flogged Upon Rack At Sea
Wisdom Sentimentality
Sincerity.
Are free
inflating hearts that can be
above risen
treacherous currents
embroiled
in bitter judgement misty
dark green sea.
Past waves sucked out marrow
chilling chipped raw bones
stripping striped flayed flesh.
Balsam rubbed in hardens
shuddering residual resistance.
As gashed groaning flesh rigidly
resists handfuls of coarse salt.
Raked across weeping wounds
sentence scouraged bitterly.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
‘The Saga Of A Convict Lass’ is the original template poem for a collage of poems, symbolic of collective convict suffering, yet unique experiences of individuals, during the penal transportation period. See also ‘Penal Transportation: Forgotten Gaelic Slaves’, ‘Money Purchases Only Pearls’ and ‘Sentenced For The Term Of Her Natural Life’ by Terence George Craddock.
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The Saga Of A Convict Lass
Such a nice girl
funny she never married.
Such a nice girl
money purchases only pearls.
Wisdom Sentimentality Sincerity.
Are free
inflating hearts that can be
above treacherous currents
embroiled
in bitter misty
dark green sea.
Past waves sucked out marrow
chilling chipped raw bones
stripping striped
flayed flesh.
Balsam rubbed in hardens
shuddering residual resistance.
As gashed groaning flesh
rigidly resists
handfuls of coarse salt.
Raked across weeping wounds
scouraged bitterly.
Lashes tongue flickering frequent
constant incriminations
falling relentlessly.
Cat-o’-nine-tails
allows neither
respite nor escape.
Killing by inches
held within rigged triangles
warranted flogging.
Canary century lashing ceremony
preceding gallows-tree.
Smelling salts sympathy denial Governor ordered
bridled regress deriving unconsciousness.
Induces no reverence
for suppurate righteous system.
Criminal tendencies mild discipline
sought to correct. Countless cruel blows
execute swinging carcass preliminaries.
While pantomime noosing rope end
round own neck passes for pleasantness.
Before affixing leg-chain
clinking clanking dragging irons.
Leg-bail impediment
affixed at left anklet
limits a woman’s freedom
surged natural running pace.
Fetters confine womanly grip.
Destitution’s free hands hopelessly handcuffed
impedes sentence side-stepped avoidance.
Imposes full furnaced marital crime.
Plead belly cheats hangman’s release
in exchange Wifely Newgate a prison keeps.
Until executioner’s enticing hand. Ends deprivation time.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in October 1995 on the 4.10.1995.
‘The Saga Of A Convict Lass’ is the original template poem for a collage of poems, symbolic of collective convict suffering, yet unique experiences of individuals, during the penal transportation period. See also ‘Penal Transportation: Forgotten Gaelic Slaves’, ‘Money Purchases Only Pearls’, ‘Flogged Upon Rack At Sea’ and ‘Sentenced For The Term Of Her Natural Life’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Sentenced For The Term Of Her Natural Life
Past waves
sucked out marrow
chilling chipped
raw bones
stripping striped
flayed flesh.
Balsam rubbed
in hardens.
As gashed
groaning flesh
rigidly resists
handfuls
of coarse salt.
Raked
across weeping wounds
scouraged bitterly.
Lashes tongue
flickering frequent
constant
incriminations
falling relentlessly.
Cat-o’-nine-tails
allows neither
respite nor escape.
Smelling salts
sympathy
denial Governor ordered
bridled regress
deriving unconsciousness.
Induces no reverence
for suppurate
righteous system.
Leg-bail
impediment
affixed
at left anklet
limits
a woman’s freedom
surged
natural running pace.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
‘The Saga Of A Convict Lass’ is the original template poem for a collage of poems, symbolic of collective convict suffering, yet unique experiences of individuals, during the penal transportation period. See also ‘Penal Transportation: Forgotten Gaelic Slaves’, ‘Money Purchases Only Pearls’ and ‘Flogged Upon Rack At Sea’ by Terence George Craddock.
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All the sparrows on the rooftops are crying about the fact that the most imperialist nation that is supporting the colonial regime in the colonies is the United States of America.
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Death is not only an unusually severe punishment, unusual in its pain, in its finality and in its enormity, but is serves no penal purpose more effectively than a less severe punishment.
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I went to England in the '70s, and I was in my early 20s. There was still a residue of that era of being an underclass or colonial. I assume it must have been a more aggressive and prominent attitude 40 years before that, because Australia internationally wasn't regarded as having much cultural value. We were a country full of sheep and convicts.
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Judgement Of A Word
Global internet on line
American spelling machine?
When searching online
will flag British judgement
as spelling incorrect
will insist on US judgment
yet is this judgement correct?
Both judgment and judgement
occur with equal frequency set?
One spelling English one American
what a bother when both are correct?
Will you your online dictionary update?
Your own personal ‘judgment call' abridgment?
This choice spelling inconsistencies will assist?
Still wondering why the two spellings resist?
To this question trade English American
politics dark flavours a colonial twist?
War of 1812 sabres parent British patron.
Oxford English Dictionary preferred
judgement a war of words is absurd.
1812 fosters nationalism independent.
Judgement remained form sanctioned
in the Bible in new Revised Version.
Older English spelling recommended.
Shakespeare plays judgment US spelt.
Judgement rules British English text.
Rule is spell consistently either is best.
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Viceroy Sonata
I am the king called Viceroy
And in my ship I sail the Red Sea
All the way to North America because I want to see the other world
That the people call the American dream
But I know that is not easy to migrate to North America
Because if you want to stay you will need to apply for a green card
And you will be a gringo for the rest of your life
But I don't have any plans to live in North America
But my plans is just to visit North America and that is all
Because I am a jew and I belong in Telaviv that is my birth place
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Was it not enough punishment and suffering in history that we were uprooted and made helpless slaves not only in new colonial outposts but also domestically.
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Napoleon had been fighting this army of slaves and free people in Haiti and it depleted his forces. And after the Revolution, when the French were driven out, they stopped and sold this big chunk of North America to the Americans for very little money.
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Most correspondents came from the former colonial powers - there were British, French, and a lot of Italians, because there were a lot of Italian communities there. And of course there were a lot of Russians.
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The extraordinary exertions of the colonies, in cooperation with British measures, against the French, in the late war, were acknowledged by the British parliament to be more than adequate to their ability.
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Messianic Jewish Believers
Messianic Judaism morphs
into contemporary Christianity
movement syncretic religious
arose in ritual American 1960s
adds to evangelical Christian theology
some elements of Jewish terminology
at least 150 Messianic houses
of worship in the United States
by 2003 embrace life teachings
over 400 worldwide members
of larger Messianic organizations?
alliances by 2008 an estimated
6,000 to15,000 members
are living in Israel worshippers
estimated 13 million believers
world wide over ten years
ago; defined themselves
Messianic Jewish believers
this is what the original church
under Jesus Christ originated as
ministry of Jesus was the tribes
only the tribes of Judah and Israel
Paul opened ministry to the Gentiles
but forget numbers on pages places
true worship is sincerity of believers
Split imaging from the poem ‘Jesus In Messianic Judaism’ by Terence George Craddock.
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The Wild Colonial Boy
'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial Boy.
Chorus
Come, all my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high,
Together we will plunder, together we will die.
We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains,
And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains.
He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime a bushranger did roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy,
And a terror to Australia was the wild Colonial Boy.
In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career,
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear.
He stuck up the Beechworth mail-coach, and robbed Judge MacEvoy,
Who trembled, and gave up his gold to the wild Colonial Boy.
He bade the judge "Good morning", and told him to beware,
That he'd never rob a hearty chap that acted on the square,
And never to rob a mother of her son and only joy,
Or else you might turn outlaw, like the wild Colonial Boy.
One day as he was riding the mountain-side along,
A-listening to the little birds, their pleasant laughing song,
Three mounted troopers rode along - Kelly, Davis and FitzRoy -
They thought that they would capture him, the wild Colonial Boy.
"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one.
Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you're a daring highwayman."
He drew a pistol from his belt, and shook the little toy,
"I'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild Colonial Boy.
He fired at Trooper Kelly and brought him to the ground,
And in return from Davis received a mortal wound.
All shattered through the jaws he lay still firing at FitzRoy,
And that's the way they captured him - the wild Colonial Boy
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I cite in my book countless examples of the foundational documents of the colonial period in America and the writings of the leaders, that this was intended to be a Christian nation.
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The Wild Colonial Boy
'Tis of a wild Colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's only joy,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial boy.
Come, all my hearties, we'll roam the mountains high,
Together we will plunder, together we will die.
We'll wander over valleys, and gallop over plains,
And we'll scorn to live in slavery, bound down with iron chains.
He was scarcely sixteen years of age when he left his father's home,
And through Australia's sunny clime a bushranger did roam.
He robbed those wealthy squatters, their stock he did destroy,
And a terror to Australia was the wild Colonial boy.
In sixty-one this daring youth commenced his wild career,
With a heart that knew no danger, no foeman did he fear.
He stuck up the Beechworth mail coach, and robbed Judge MacEvoy,
Who trembled, and gave up his gold to the wild Colonial boy.
He bade the Judge "Good morning," and told him to beware,
That he'd never rob a hearty chap that acted on the square,
And never to rob a mother of her son and only joy,
Or else you may turn outlaw, like the wild Colonial boy.
One day as he was riding the mountain side along,
A-listening to the little birds, their pleasant laughing song,
Three mounted troopers rode along—Kelly, Davis, and FitzRoy.
They thought that they would capture him—the wild Colonial boy.
"Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you see there's three to one.
Surrender now, Jack Doolan, you daring highwayman."
He drew a pistol from his belt, and shook the little toy.
"I'll fight, but not surrender," said the wild Colonial boy.
He fired at Trooper Kelly, and brought him to the ground,
And in return from Davis received a mortal wound.
All shattered through the jaws he lay still firing at FitzRoy,
And that's the way they captured him—the wild Colonial boy.
It will be noticed that the same chorus is sung to both
"The Wild Colonial Boy" and "Bold Jack Donahoo."
Several versions of both songs were sent in, but the same
chorus was always made to do duty for both songs.
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Colonial governors and senior civil servants are not easy people to argue with, and I was not popular because of my criticism of the colonial service in Kenya.
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Love Song From Our Life - Wael Moreicheh
LOVE SONG FROM OUR LIFE
ARE THE LIFE UNLIMITED OR CAN NOT RETURN BY MUSIC
OF GARDEN ROSE ARE GREEN TEA PARTY BEST FROM SEAS OF MODERN AMERICA SO HEART OF DARKNESS TOUCH OLD WHITE HOUSE BY BOSTON REVOLUTION ARE WE
BRITISH SOULS OR OCEAN LOST HIS MASTER LIKE
ROSALIDA SONGS
ARE WE FOR ALL HUMANITY OR FOR HALF QUARTER
MR PRESIDENT THANK YOU FOR STRUGGLE
FOR ALL HUMANE CAN DO LIFE MORE BEST
FOR
BARACK OBAMA PRESIDENT UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
WAEL MOREICHEH
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Nova Scotia as a British colony also came into being as another result of these adventurous British expeditions to North America in the reign of James I.
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