Algonquin Poems - Poems about Algonquin

... "I've been takin' on a new direction, but I have to say, I've been thinkin' about my own protection, it scares me to feel this way." ......Read More

... boisterous blooming kaleidoscopic chaos ~ butterfly ballet (May Full Moon – Algonquin)......Read More

...american indians know the good deeds and intentions of the thunder birds. Ojibwe say they were created by Nanobozho to punish immoral humans. thunder birds have supernatural powers and strength, wo......Read More

...consenting consort a silvery fluorescence ~ liquid lightning flash (November Full Moon – Algonquin)......Read More

...When I am a healthy Norwich person I hope to feel warm and joyful gratitude for compassionate nonviolent communicators past and present With cooperatively nonpartisan bipartisan dipolar co-ar......Read More

...(for America’s original true Veterans) Government of Kings where shall you bide? Now that the Great Horned Serpent has appeared while Thunderbirds screech and lament in desolate skies? O......Read More

... Blow the Trump card! Supreme court jestures wanna mask a pale blew, Machiavellian facade Poker hot as an ire red ballot bluff firewall: Algonquin blue urn cry is an ash white b......Read More

... (An Abenaki Legend) Prologue... After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had m......Read More

...Ottawa is derived from the Algonquin word adware, meaning "to trade" when the indigeous people; used the rivers in the area to fish, hunt and camp, they portaged rivers known now as the Ottawa and......Read More

... Haunted They once lived here on Hudson River shores; Lenape Indians of long ago. Beneath our home, an underworld with scores of spirits, that perhaps, still here abide. An arrow......Read More

... Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry not in the gray of winter day or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights, the others can hardly keep up with you on the marches your face is changeles......Read More

...I entered a village in Algonquin park as dusk approached the tattered edges of dark. And fell in love with the bucolic setting all except for the mosquito’s blood letting. The pine smell was re......Read More

...At last the shivering stops as the sleeping bag, air mattress and tent warm from body heat. Later I stumble from the dark tent into a full moon, coldly glowing over a forest of silhouet......Read More

...I would like to pay tribute to those who died While introducing you to our native pride We are Cherokee, Iroquois, and Lakota We are Navajo, Algonquin, and Dakota Our lands were open and free to ......Read More

...OUT OF THE BELLY Highway sixty pours into the Ottawa Valley the same way sunlight rips through the drapes of my darkened motel room. Every Monday I knife my ......Read More