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Bone In Her Back

Oh, how we are poisoned!
The Yonega, the Wasichu,
a new creature,
different from us in more than just their
white skin and sunflower hair.
How did such a people come
across the great waters?

They come to our people with gifts of death.
Their ulcers wrapped in calico cloth.
Their fevers traded to us for our good food.

Oh, they do share these devils, equally,
with all the tribes on mother earth.

Baskets of evil spirits in jars of glass
and crockery made by hands not their own.
Pouring toxins, shame and sloth,
into our proud warriors.

Our people are blinded
by their shiny metals
and made deaf to the ancient beat
of our ancestors drums.

We weave their stories
into the braids of our youth
who forget the stories
of our people.

Oseronni eyes of blue and green
cannot see the wind that moves the land,
shaping it and making the soil sing.
Sunlight steals their sight.

Mother Earth and Father Sky, and Brother River
nourishes the Three Sisters who sustain us
with their corn, squash, and beans.
They are offended and leave us to our folly.

The white man teaches us dishonesty and sloth,
making of our backs the bow
that draws the arrows
that break our hearts.
The bone in our back bends our faces to mother earth.

The only color left to us is
the crimson in each salty tear that falls.
Oh, how we are poisoned!

~Bone in her back, as named by the Cherokee, her mother's people. Sometimes called Elizabeth Thomas by her father's people. Written by her hand on this day, January 28, 1812, New Orleans, Louisiana
(Fiction)

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The Poetry Souper Heros Association



Welcome to the Poetry Souper Heros Association
 (or, P.S. HA!)

Sensei, Daniel Henry Rogers the multimillionaire philanthropist has collected and trained a group of fantastic souperheros!

Sensei- Daniel Henry Rogers
With Sensei Rogers at the helm 
We'll capture any ne'er-do-well!
With witty words and social concern
The puzzle of humanity we'll learn. 

The Empress of Ink- Ink Empress
The ruler of the written word
The Empress’s voice has never been heard.
She has power over all Ink…
Which will draw and write what she thinks!

Verityman-Tom Woody
Telling the truth is his souper power
Making all criminal liars cower
Yet Verityman can tell fantastic fiction
With beautiful language and perfect diction!

Femme Fatale- DillyDally
The strength of a woman in every curve
More likely to hiss than to purr
Her souper power won't surprise 
All villains melt at the strength of her mind!

Double Trouble- Benjamin Bartley
With a souper power so unique
Two will find the criminal they seek
With a hidden twin within his mind
Double trouble you will find!

Pretty Prosey- Andrea Dietrich
Her beauty great but greater still
Her way with words and writing skill
Like a plant with healing powers
One touch, one word a healing flower!

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The Little Death



Each leaf that falls is mourned by all
As trees prepare for the little death
The glory of their life in warm sunshine bright
Becomes a dream when it's time for rest

As a lover, the wind, strips them to bare skin
And they shiver as the air grows cold
Lean branches bend when snows begin
Youth blows away…and suddenly we're old

Sap inside on hold, as blood when eyes close
Then the breath of life, gasping, departs
Each tree enfolds a spark of life like gold
Till snow melts in Spring’s warm heart.

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I couldn't talk about it so I wrote a poem

(I couldn't talk about it so I wrote a poem)
Predator
Heartbreak comes in many ways.
The first one will haunt me for all my days.
My every nightmare and dream has your face
to ignite my screams, my heart beat haste.
Time won't heal this shattered trust,
the lies you told of the future “us”.
You used your power and prominence,
used the pulpit as your lance.
You claim God's voice was your own,
“His” words from your lips like honeycomb.
Sweet to the ear, a seductive flow,
still just a child, I didn't know.
Just like a sick soap opera or Lifetime movie, you set your sights, began to groom me.
I feel so foolish and naive looking back …
at seventeen, innocent, easy to attack.
Like the lame and young ones trailing the herd, predators take the straying,easy kill first.
How patient you were, lying in wait.
You took careful steps as if I might escape. Sneaking up on me in plain sight
until your touch, familiar, I didn't fight. Spinning this elaborate fantasy, our destiny. Ordained by God, you made me believe.
Then you struck, like the viper you were,
after years of a patient petting, persistent purr. A velvet vice, an auspicious anchor,
held me captive in false love’s languor.
Then the poisonous venom began its work, you used me in ways that only hurt.
I was a willing, if deceived, participant…
so in love, no evil intent.
Then some wisdom from above,
in the form of family and out of love.
The truth so evident with blinders off,
some won't believe me, will only scoff.
Five years of his amorous attentions,
with promises of forever never failing to mention.
The patina of youth and vicious game of prey, his sick desires for me, began to fade.
You found a limping, more vulnerable gazelle, and knowing this my family tells.
Although I find it hard to trust,
my faith in God is deeper and thus,
He's used this pain to help me find
peace and truth, leaving the past behind.
For my faith is no longer in any man,
and gratefully, never will be again.
Justice on this earth is not guaranteed…
but from his wicked spell I am freed!

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A Kiss on the lips

                                Oh,my!          Oh,my!
                     Eyes focus    lazily      on my lips
              A hunger for something other than food
          Innocently imagining nothing more than this
         Me                                  &                                 You
          Only the tension of desire for the intimacy of
         Sweet mouths pressed and mingling of breath 
         Beating hearts entwined.. the passage of time
             The expression of tender love and bliss 
                                     Sharing a kiss.

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Touch Grass



The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows
giving mere mortals moments to reflect
all that passes in the day these moments take away
 and each influence intrinsically inspect

we have known of old the conflict we are told
is the battle between bad and good
what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong
gain empathy, love, and brotherhood

if we could just see with our eyes set free,
only hear when wind whispers silent songs
there might be a better you, maybe a kinder me
in the wisdom of these quiet sing-alongs

a mother bird feeds her babies and I hear the words 
rhythmic refrains ringing peace into my heart
'His eye is on the sparrows’,and more of you He knows
comfort “every little thing is gonna be all right’ emparts

Turn down the power.. if just for an hour...
 sit still and hear nature sing

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The Rose and The Briar



Some may imagine Paris in the Spring;
 Champagne kisses that heat love's burning flame. 
Some say romance dies with a wedding ring.
 Oh, but I believe that is such a shame. 


Too often it's confused, true love and lust,
 as well as what sweet romance truly means.
 Two become one, in bone, in blood, in trust,
 commitment, one thing romance supervenes.


 Not only whirlwinds, thunder beating breast;
 lusts that burn to ash in tongues of fire. 
 It's the gentle caress, your lovers breath,
in loving both the rose and the briar.


 Romance, is in everyday little things,
 from seeds sown through the years that bloom in Spring.

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Bio

 Mama, Sissy, Hun, Chris, Baby, Beloved, Crystol Lynn
 Compassionate, empathetic, self-conscious, undisciplined
Brother or sister of: One sister, three brothers, and all fellow Christians
Lover of : My family, Reading, studying the Bible
Who feels: With my hands, with my whole heart, and with my soul
Who fears: The unknown, humiliation, my child being hurt
Who wishes to see: My grandchildren one day, my name on a published book I've written, more love than hate in this world
Resident of: Dille,WV
Last name: Hundley-Woods 

Blood of my blood and bone of my bone
Who, formed in my womb, has become my home.
Scarlet threads from far back in time
Connected by, and desirous are, these ties that bind.

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You Are Always On My Mind: A Note From Your Stalker

You Are Always on my Mind: A Note From Your Stalker

Today I saw you leaving
I watched you pull away
Then I jumped into my car
And followed you all day
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind

I love the way you dance
Like no one is watching you
And how you make funny faces
Like your curtains aren't see through
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind

Tell me…that you'll never cut down your back yard tree
Give me…give me one more chance in your bathroom to peek
And I'll take a little peek.

You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind.

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Just a Rumor


My thighs and buttocks have dimples…
So I'm grateful they have so much to smile about! As my stretch marks, or laugh lines rather, can attest. 
You must forgive my breasts…they've been upbeat and perky for many years and they deserve a rest. 
My calves have a sense of fun! Bored with the same tan color, they've decided to decorate with streamers of purple and blue. 
Not to be outdone, my arms have joined the fun, waving with enthusiasm whenever my hands do!
A life well lived and full of joy, of laughter, love, and humor. So now you'll know,  if you hear I've “let myself go”, that it is just a rumor.