Best Algonquin Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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sterile white snowflakes
	coldness covers the still night ~
		snow wolf fluffs its tail

(January Full Moon – Algonquin)...

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Native Speaks Truths 

She's not your princess or your squaw;
She is respected clan mother of the Chippewa.

He's not your chief, buck, or redskin:
He is a...

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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...

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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...

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I am White Cloud, chief of an Algonquin tribe in Maine
This is a dedication to my pup “Keeitai” memories I retain
I forward myself, I shall...

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They once lived here on Hudson River banks-
     Lenape Indians of long ago.
Beneath our home may lie the underworld
  ...

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Fears ensnared within the winter drifts along the harden ground
One lone ember stares off yearning for heaven brothers 
As I watch its simple battle for...

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Askuwheteau meaning he keeps watch was a French speaking Indian who came 
from the Algonquin tribe head aching from braids he lay down his long...

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"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...

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boisterous blooming
	kaleidoscopic chaos ~
		butterfly ballet

(May Full Moon – Algonquin)...

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(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?

Oh great people of
Our Grandmother!
Amass your...

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I'm on the road, and the landscape swims by- 
it's Algonquin, Whiteshell, and Spirit city lines,\
and each place... is a haven, 
truth unwinding in a...

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