Apache Poems - Poems about Apache

I am an Apache brave, the preteen rat said. He had always wanted to be one, this critter, Ed. Why not a Wyandotte, an Osceola or a Sioux? This confused the rat, who did not know what to do. I guess any Indian culture in the USA will be okay. For I am tired of being a preteen, Ed said...

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Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past Running aside the mission Its white walls chaste In the glow of the noontime sun Past a dreamy mountain range And several places where in brief There was a Butterfield stage – Runs a highway through my life And whether bathed by the sun Or...

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May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life that have, for us, thus far accrued… and to begin each day with a word of thanks… and thoughts of gratitude. I’m thankful for Native American Wisdom Oh the wonderful things they knew… and I’m happy this Apache blessing today…to share with you May the sun bring you new energy May...

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They walked around the pond speaking of the beautiful lotes she told a story of someone From her youth about the legend of "Apache Tears" a man who cried when someone spoke his name. She said he cried for them that they were then cursed. He believed his name meant " he who divides" They said her would hold aa sacred stone to the sunset...

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APACHE His name was Apache His eyes were so bright He was completely full of joy Hopping, jumping, dancing Taking naps on top of me Happiness, love, to fill the universe Playing with home-made toys Always excited to see each one He warbled like a bird when he was held He filled my heart so quickly Like he knew me, before we met He was a smart...

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©1996 RICO LEFFANTA ...

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AntiPoem 19 “Apache” (Poet’s Instruction: Softly play “Apache” by Jorgen Ingmann, 1961, while reading) Olathe and Yamka Cochise and Mescalero Varlebena - forever Ya’ateh – Hello to These streaming flower gardens These feathered priests of Gaan Their white flags of truce burning Geronimo You can fly now Fly as an osprey conquering Retaking the cottonwoods of Tubac Feasting on rabbit and mourning dove Drop seed grass...

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We Are One Dear Ancient Sister I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze You have lived in my dreams for many seasons My voice Your voice My soul Your soul And our Coming of Age I have always known you... I have heard your Quiet whispers echoing in The night coming close to me I call to you ... Let me be a...

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The most common subject of quips Is a girl endowed with two blips But under the covers Gallop Pole discovers Those girls can haul ass with their hips!...

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An Apache hid out in Dragoon Was revealed by the sight of his moon In Judge Roy Bean's twang Came, "By God, you'll hang! You caused Lily Langtry to swoon!"...

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An Apache pilot once sought for a treasure In booze, in fun Sampling leisure and pleasure Until an Apache chopper gun In his attentive ears whispered Enjoining him to a wound-prone warfront to go Where the gun the pilot pampered Soon sadness and recklessness the pilot did forgo Strafing an egregious enemy Determined to inflict huge casualties Until the enemy’s alchemy of blasphemy Enjoined...

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Poet: Ken Jordan Story: Apache Junction Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: April/2014     Gonna take the 405 train to Apache Junction.     Bought me a one-way  ticket,  and I ain't look'n back.     When I get there, I'm gonna hike the Apache trail; forget about my past, and look forward to the future -     It's my dream to climb Superstition Mountain,...

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They were here before the settlers arrived They lived off the land, they knew how to survive But after the great white spirit came They lost both their land and their fame There were many native American tribes Dakota, Apache, Cherokee, to name a few But from the Apache tribe a legend grew To his people he was a hero The legendary...

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He was rsised in New Mexico and became feared more than Geronimo The army enlisted him as a brave to track down other braves. Accused of many crimes he escaped many times. He led many raids with his four braves. He didn't trust his tribe so he stayed on the outside. People say he died in a fight with soldiers others say he died in...

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Deep in the woods I can hear a twig snap A bird goes into flight that was sitting on a limb beside me And it just so happens that right now we are at war with another tribe But I must remember the cries of the mothers and children Yes I heard them, with a determined look as I...

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