https://rec.stanford.edu/visit/stanford-red-barn-equestrian-center
The Royal Janitor
by
John Presco
Chapter: Red Barn Arena
When Miriam Starfish Christling brought her big foot down on Stanford’s horse arena, she raised a small cloud of dust. This was deliberates, She had never been around horses, and she was testing them. She and her parents learned to walk as soft as a cougar. They would stroll naked in the woods around Mount Shasta, hoping to make contact with a Yeti. They heard a Big Foot on several hikes, but failed to spot one. These walks would bring them close to nirvana. Almost every horse in the arena reacted with snorts, and whinnies, their ears pointing at the source of the threat. One young woman was almost thrown out her saddle. Victoria was correct in making her bodyguard leave her spear in the limousine, or there would have been a stampede.
Spotting the framed photos on Commie Stuttmeister’s wall in the Old California Barrel Company, Victoria asked why he owned horses. Victor’s ancestors invested in the ranch Count Cipriani owned in Belmont and Palo Alto. He had driven a herd of cattle to this property the Rothschild bankers invested in. When the Count was made President of the Kingdom of Italy, all the hidden kingdoms in the world, shifted like the San Andreas Fault. The affects are still felt today. There are new lines drawn in the sand.
Victoria didn’t want to got to The Farm and ride. After her great fall, she was afraid she would get killed. Starfish was disgusted with her husband. There was a loud argument at the end of the old Belmont pier, that the killer for BAD – won! She began to recitee all the dangerous men – and women – that she dispatched.
The horses could smell blood on the beast with the narrow hips and tapered back, where from her wide Nordic shoulders swung these long arms that moved like the wild animal in that famous film, Victoria borrowed riding clothes, and saddled up a Stuttmeister horse. She chose the most spirited. When she came prancing out of th Red Barn, her horse reared up when it came onto the arena. Starfish gasped as her husband struggled to point the horse at the first jump. With a kick to it’s rib, the horse came charging in a cloud of dust. Victoria went for the tallest steeple – and she cleared it with room to spare! The Animal squealed with joy, causing the horses at a distance to sound an alarm!
“Yeti?”
Cougar!”
To be continued
I had my lunch with my Blue Russian out on the balcony. I had just seen Mike Pence announce he is running by going after transsexuals’ had just found “The Farm” and was inspired to compose again. It was a sign from the Rose Barn. Here is Lara Roozemond who inspired the first chapters of the Royal Janitor. She is an actress. who rode Friesian horses. Ces Roozemond is the head breeder. Lara is the girl in pigtails at an award ceremony. I am authoring the firs Bond book starring a woman. I suspect Lara is kin to Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor..
Rush by Lara Roozemond
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
I got another poem by Roozemond in my e-mail. I sent her about five messages. She never responds. I gave her several feedbacks, but, they are not approved. The only response was to those three posts on her facebook, that she asked me to remove.
I think I got a great short story, where an old man is dying, and he chooses this beautiful woman to leave everything to. He knows all the producers in Hollywood, and they want her to come there and do several screen tests. But, she is in such a rush, so busy with her career, she never responds to anything.
The man dies, and leaves everything to an animal shelter. Before he kicks the bucket, he authors the most beautiful farewell poem ever written. It goes into her SPAM pile, where all his e-mails…….go!
She had read only half his first e-mail, and was going to read the rest, when she was not in such a rush. She meant to put it in her save file, but hit the SPAM button instead. From then on her computer recognized the miscreant, and – SPAMMED HIS ASS – but good!
Jon
P.S. Did I just write Lara a poem – she will never read?
Lararoozemond
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on Hurry
Rush
Rush
I am in a hurry because the day is short
I am in a hurry because the pressure is high
I’m in a hurry because it has to be finished
I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do
I am in a hurry because I have to result
I am in a hurry because everybody is in a hurry
I am in a hurry because I am stuck in a current
I am in a hurry because I have to meet expectations
I am in a hurry because I am wasting my time
I am in a hurry because it is almost tomorrow
I am in a hurry because I do not know what to do tomorrow
I am in a hurry because I have to do so much
I’m in a hurry because I do nothing
I am in a hurry because time is in a hurry
I am in a hurry because it is evening
I am in a hurry because I am not satisfied yet
I am in a hurry because I am in a hurry
I am in a hurry because I am tired
I’m in a hurry
I tired
Flight – Lara Roozemond
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
This is a poem from Lara sent to my e-mail on April 17th. I just found it. Are you getting a message, a cry for “HELP!” ?
No one responds to her poetry, but me. I first sent her a url to this blog when I did. I think she thought it was spam, thought that was all she deserves. It is said life imitates art. The top pic came with the poem. It has occurred to me that if I died, I might be….an angel.
Jon
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Flight
I swim
I swim in a sea of rules
I get stuck in a safety net of fear
Words are shooting through space
Tears are building up
Fires will go flames
Bomb explodes
Hard noise, limited visibility
No oxygen
Run in danger
I run
I run without a final destination
I am hunting but without protection
I get out of breath but I do not stop
I am tired but I ignore that
I’m going on
I’m going on
I do not have to stand still
I need a new adventure
I need confirmation
I have to keep hunting
I have to adrenaline
I have to continue
I flee
and I know why
I’m going to keep the secret
I’m not telling you
You do not know
It does not do anything to you
I’m not hurting you
You do not feel any pain
I hurt myself
I feel pain
I am in pain
I am in pain
au
Stop at au
I stop
I stop for now
I return
I feel small
I want to be myself
I do not want to be myself
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
I’m stuck
Back to the sea
I’m going to swim again
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria_Bond
Jeff Bezos owns a huge chunk of the money making James Bond Myth. But, I am kin to Ian Fleming via my cousin, Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor. I have several Bond books in the works. I chose Lara Roozemond to be my star – and new muse! She inspires me. Who inspires Jeff – who can not get his super yacht past a drawbridge in Rotterdam.
Several years ago, I cast Lara as Helen – who launched a thousand ships. The Flemish People have a horse in the race. May I suggest Jeff make Cees Roozemond’s horse dream come to, and, make his daughter a star, or, a Princess Rose. Then he can take The Rose of Holland for a world cruise in order to let the Democracy Loving People know Holland will never forget, or, forgive!
Old Hollywood had a tradition of Courting Beautiful Starlets! Why should the Dutch People bow down as the Oceanco – passes! Go see Ceez, Jeff. And apologize to the people who mastered the sea – and the Friesian Horse!
Not a rose
Nor a horse
But a whisper
in the wind
Our Lady
passes
John Presco
President: Royal Rosamond Press
“It’s the only route to the sea,” a spokesperson for the mayor of Rotterdam told AFP, confirming the news of the bridge’s dismantling. According to Dutch news, ship builder Oceanco convinced the city to dismantle part of the bridge. The Rotterdam mayor’s spokesperson also confirmed that Bezos would pay for the dismantling and rebuilding of the bridge.
In November, Oceano’s chairman, Omani businessman Dr. Mohammed Al Barwani, spoke of the 127 meter (416 feet) sailing yacht the company was working on without mentioning Bezos. Later, Boat International identified the 127m yacht as the one commissioned by the Amazon founder.
Victoria Bond – Born April 17th.
Posted on April 30, 2018 by Royal Rosamond Press
Victoria Bond was born on April 17th. This is like a movie within a movie. When I called Lara ‘My Wing’ I wondered if I had called her my angel…..who is reborn.
Jon
Tragically She killed herself on 3rd July 1965 aged only 35, overdosing on sleeping pills. When someone dies young it is always a sad event, what is most sad about Dyer is how she seems to have been forgotten. Sources for this entry are very few and far between. Maybe she will be rediscovered and more light can be shed on this sad lady who had everything given to her, yet could not find peace and happiness.
Since the dawn of human history, there have been beautiful, rich women who seem to ‘have it all’. Some have created enduring ripples (Daisy Fellowes), some have chosen to look beyond their comfortable existence (Millicent Rogers). Even with the current batch of socialites, it can feel like they will linger forever (hardly a thought that fills me with joy….). Having said that, you can seem blessed but you can still be written out of history. Just look at the life, death and blackout of Nina Dyer.
Born Nina Sheila Dyer on 15 February 1930 in Sri Lanka. Her family were wealthy thanks to their tea plantation. Seeking more stimulation, Dyer moved first to London and then Paris for her modelling career.
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