Best Americans Poems
White world and white words
Old in heart but yet peaceful
Symbol of greatness.
Wolf’s Song
I have the Great Wolf’s spirit
Flowing through my veins.
I can feel how my tribe suffered
When I gaze at their remains.
For all that’s left has turned to dust,
No longer do they cry.
They remain a haunting memory
Where soaring eagles fly.
Once a mighty nation
With pride and love to share
That white men turned to ashes
With no sympathy or care.
In my heart still lives the pain
But I must let it go…
For it hurts me more to carry it
Than white men will ever know.
I still love looking at our land
Though taken from our use.
I feel the pride that dwells inside
As still we suffer from abuse.
© 11-21-18
TRIBUTE TO NATIVE CULTURE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
*Dedicated to our Native American brothers and sisters on reservations
Happy Thanksgiving to all American Poets
It wasn't all that long ago when covid
choked the world with it's grasp.
People became anxious, some belligerent, when
asked to merely mask.
While others stock piled toilet paper to
wipe their sorry ass..
A million Americans suffered.
A million Americans passed.
Our health care system became overburdened
with such a daunting task..
People craving answers, turned to the experts to ask.
Our Ex. President gave misinformation with a
racist slant, calling covid the "Chinese virus",
he'd over and over recant.
Innocent Asian citizens were aggressively attacked.
This former President refused to abide by the precautions that
were advised. He wouldn't wear a mask and the medical community he criticized.
How many of us Americans would still be here today, if we had
stupidly injected bleach as this President once did say?
Four years wasn't all that long ago dear friends.
Is this the type of leader that Americans want again??
Long before the ships arrived
Bringing European man,
America’s native people
Dwelt here and loved this land.
Great Spirit was the name they had
For the God that nurtured them,
They asked his blessings invoked his name
And sent their dead to him.
They organized in time of need
To give them strength of numbers,
Co-operation between the tribes
Often numbered in the hundreds.
The concept of nations was known to them
And today you can see it still,
As the bundle of arrows in the Eagle’s claw
On our country's dollar bills.
Their numbers greatly were reduced
By foreign plagues they couldn’t fight.
Then they got a bitter taste
Of the white man’s technical might.
Tribes died in droves as they fiercely strove
To hold on to their land,
But courage and pride could not decide
The battle for the doomed red man.
Exile or slaughter was their only choice
In this unequal test of wills,
Lush river camp and forest home
Became rocky barren hills.
Today they languish on reservations
Where life is often bleak,
But some do not accept despair
Their pride they vow to keep.
From a tortured past they have emerged,
And are proud to teach their young
Who they are and what it’s like
To speak their native tongue.
They haven’t lost all their history
Enough survives today
To see themselves as a people again,
And put their culture on display.
A nation healing and on the ascent
With reason to be proud,
As they don their dancing finery
And show it to the crowd
Then you should see them dance !
My stars it’s quite a sight,
When they start to whoop and holler
Your hair stands up in fright.
Yes the tribes are back and I am glad
We didn’t wipe them out,
These original Americans
Still have much to be proud about.
As if increased girth ~ merited self-worth
Let's sit back, relax
And all count out the cost
As the initial wave of shock
Wears itself thinly off
One side had to win
While the other side sadly saw
The beginning of the end
In what is now their loss
But aren't we still Americans
When all of this is said
Some voted with their hearts
While others with their heads
No need to roll over
And wish that you were dead
With history in the making
We've all gone through worse than this
While a select see a set back
To others it's a gain
What may have come as a flood
To some it's needed rain
True a few must lose
For another cause to win
But when it comes down to it all
Aren't we still all Americans
I will be most blessed to be long frozen
If Trump comes back to the White House
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
When I die, I’ll be quickly flash-frozen
Escaping another term for that louse
I will be most blessed to be long frozen!
Can statesmen please put their toes in?
If Trump squeaks through like a mouse
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
I fear the disaster of America’s erosion
I can’t imagine more years of his spouse
I will be most blessed to be long frozen.
Consider four more years, just supposin’
More whining, more narcissistic joust
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen.
Can any administration take more exposin’?
More high-placed bureaucrats to be roust
I will be most blessed to be long frozen.
Thoughtless Americans will have chosen!
Written October 5, 2022
That's what we've become
The Ugly Americans
We allow our government
to strip infants and children
from their parents
and put them
into detention centers
some never to see
them again
How low can we go?
What happened to America
the alleged bastion
of freedom and liberty?
It's a shame
to see a country
slide into decadence
losing it's values and morals.
It makes me
ashamed to be an American.
I never thought
I would see that time,
but all empires
eventually have their demise.
“Whatever” Americans
By Franklin Price
11/24/2015
“Whatever” Americans
Are what we have become
By being politically correct
We've become dumber than dumb
Seems we have forgotten
What America's about
We must return to basics
To remove the current doubt
Most of all there's freedom
To practice what we choose
That doesn't mean the chosen few
We all have much to lose
If we think that what we do
Is the only thing that's right
We should forget about recovering
Flip the switch...turn out the light
We all are U.S. Citizens
Whether naturalized or born
Not African, Hispanic; others
Makes our nation torn
Until we treat each other
As the citizens we are
The place for which we're searching
Will remain a place afar
YOU’RE AMERICANS
NOT DEMOCTATS OR REPUBLICANS
NOT TEA PARTY MEMBERS
NOT ON THE LEFT OR RIGHT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU’RE NOT JEWISH OR CHRISTIAN
NOT MORMAN OR MUSLEM OR ATHIEST
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE FEMALE OR MALE
CONSERVATIVE OR LIBERAL
OR INDEPENDENT, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE PRESIDENT
OR SENATOR
OR STATE REPRESENTATIVE
OR VICE PRESIDENT, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
SECRETARY OF STATE,
SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE
SPEAKER OF THE SENATE
MAJORITY WHIP
MINORITY WHIP, BUT
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE A MEMBER OF THE TUESDAY GROUP
OR A BLUE DOG DEMOCRAT
OR A PROGRESSIVE CAUCUS MEMBER
OR MEMBER OF SENATE CONSERVATIVE FUND
WHATEVER YOUR COLOR OR GROUP
YOU’RE AMERICANS
SO,
BE AMERICANS
BEFORE YOUR SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS
BEFORE YOU SEND TROOPS TO OTHER COUNTRIES
BEFORE YOU MINT USELESS DOLLAR COINS
BEFORE YOU MAINTAIN UNEQUAL TAXING PROGRAMS
BEFORE YOU SUBSIDIZE AGRICULTURAL CONGLOMERATES
BEFORE YOU FINANCIALLY SUPPORT OIL EXPLORATION
BEFORE YOU ALLOW PHARMACUTICAL COMPANYS TO CHARGE AMERICANS MORE FOR DRUGS THAN NEIGHBORING COUNTRIES
BEFORE YOU EVER THINK OF ALLOWING OUR COUNTRY TO DEFAULT ON SALARY FOR OUR MILITARY
OR SOCIAL SECURITY RECIPITANTS
OR MEDICAL CARE FOR AMERICANS, REMEMBER
YOU’RE AMERICANS
YOU MAY BE MEMBERS OF THE 112TH CONGRESS
PUFFED WITH YOUR OWN IMPORTANCE
BENEFITING FROM VOTING YOUR OWN SALARY INCREASES
AND NOT PAYING INTO YOUR OWN RETIREMENT ACCOUNT
AND NOT PAYING FOR YOUR MEDICAL CARE
REPRESENTATIVE OF A SPECIAL INTEREST GROUP
DISLIKING ANYONE WHO DISAGREES WITH YOUR AGENDAS, REMEMBER
YOU’RE AMERICANS
REMEMBER THERE ARE 314 MILLION AMERICANS
AND YOU’RE JUST ONE
WORK FOR THE BEST FOR
ALL AMERICANS!
From An American
HYPHENATED AMERICANS
You have the biggies like Chinese-Americans
And Latino-Americans and German-Americans;
And miniscule groups like Armenian-Americans
Or Bosnia-and-Herzegovinan-Americans;
But why do we never hear of English-Americans,
Scottish-Americans or Welsh-Americans?
Sound weird don’t they? Kinda unnecessary.
Anyone ever heard of Canadian-Americans?
Or Australian- or New Zealand- oh why?
And hey, what about French-Americans?
These are not hyphenated Americans
They are eliminated Americans,
And other groups include
Old people, who are Antiquated-Americans
Mothers - Unappreciated-Americans
Pre-1492 Yanks are Antedated-Americans
AFL-CIO are Aggregated-Americans
Dwarfs are Truncated-Americans
Smog-breathing residents of LA are
Asphyxiated- or Hyperventilated-Americans.
Thank God I’m normal, I’m just American.
Americans For Fair Elections
Who is it now that pays the way,
Of politicians gone astray,
And who now will pave the way,
For that which they were paid,
We are Americans who stand true and proud,
Witnessing incredible devastations,
So we shout our mantra strong and proud,
We are 'Americans For Fair Elections'!
One contribution from those who vote you in,
Is all a candidate should be able to get.
To fund a political race to represent,
America for the people within their District,
People who no longer have a voice,
People now easily disregarded,
Who now find they have less of a choice,
Than when this democracy started,
No more party or government matching fund,
No special interest groups or big business,
All lobbying our district reps one by one,
And deciding who will lead our districts
These contributions have stolen our choices,
And all that we Americans hold most sacred,
These powers have now stolen our voices,
And our democracy now sits degraded,
We 'Americans For True Representation',
Now must take action and take back the reins,
We 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Must now rid ourselves of these stains,
And with the help of our fellow Americans,
We shall return the power to the people,
With every one of us taking a stance,
For together we are indeed powerful,
Through calls, letters, and petitions,
Once again we will make our voices heard,
Offering no retreat and no concessions,
We remain staunch and true to our word,
So be warned you who stand in our way,
For we will remember those with questions,
And those who will stand with us this day,
As 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Please visit 'Americans For Fair Elections' dot com,
And help us to pass the word of this movement on,
Or forward this poem penned by My Gull Wheels On,
a.k.a. Michael Wilson, Your fellow American!
Oh! Black Americans,
Africa is your motherland
And most Africans love you
Not because you are called African Americans
And lost your African mother tongues
And cultures.
Being called Americans while speaking
African dialects , suit the most.
Did you hear about some people called "European Americans" in USA
To trace where they came from?
Oh!Black Americans,
I can advise you to learn " Swahili" and Continue to develop it in America.
Or mix up some African languages and come out with your new lingo - version and call it " Americaans" which will be differ to American English.
Make sure majority of Africans understand Americaans
Like Afrikaans in Germany, Belgium and Nederland.
Afrikaans could be called "Europeans" because it is a mixture of some European languages.
People speaking it are proudly Africans
As they are citizens
Of Africa.
They don't forget their motherland either.
If you wish to come back
To one of 54 African countries to stay,
The doors are always opened for you.
Oh!Black Americans,
Some Tamil, Telugu, Urdu
Hindi,Marathi, Tulu,
Malayalam, Marwari, Odia,
Bengali, Kannada,
Memoni, Gujarati,
Sindhi,Konkani
Awadhi people were slaves in South Africa
And they ended up being
South African Citezens
They forgot slavary and
Worked so hard to get wealths
Now majority of them are very rich
Than many people in India and pakistan
They did not forget their cultures
And traditions.
Oh! Black Americans ,
Remember,
In Africa ,
For Bantu to love and
Hate each other , it is not a new acappella.
In Asia ,
For Tamilians to love and
Hate each other, it is not a new salsa.
In India,
For Telugu to love and
Hate each other ,It is not a new lyric.
In South Africa,
For Afrikaners and British people to love and
Hate each other, it is not new samba.
In Belgium,
For walloons and flamands to love and
Hate each other, it is not a new rhythm.
In Canada ,
For French and British people to love and
Hate each other , it is not a new rhumba.
Remember ,
Hate and love are enemies
Who always lived together
From their creation.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
From New York City to L.A.; from Austin to Seattle,
so-called singers screech or bray in an auditions battle!
For Brian Strand's "A Couple of Lines"
RITUAL
The anthropology professor
said Iroquois ways were a fading reflection,
a cultural trace of a poetic narrative of indigenous
wisdom, tribal traditions that marry the spirit of
a primitive people to enduring kinship with the
earth and the sky
The anthropology professor called the delicate
touch the definitive expression of intimate knowledge,
giving meaning and myth to mystical caprice in the
cardinal winds, to sustaining abundance in the deep gray
lakes of a primeval forest beneath the cyclical rhythms
of a lunar calendar that is daily affirmed
by the rising sun
The anthropology professor said the bloated
ambitions of mercantile man, the rapacious imperatives
of voracious desire, the arrogant corrective technology
of guilt which acknowledges nature as interchangeable
scenery for the story of our lives, should become like the
methods and modes of harmony, that the way of
Six Nations be the simple foundation for symbiotic
behavior in the millennium to come
And the anthropology student was twenty
and tough, a perpetual hunter, a perennial warrior,
attuned to the season of bounty and challenge, alert to
nuance of movement and sound, knew the intricate ways
of the Haudenosaunee and the signature rites that
prepared them for war
To honor the creator
he came through the mists of a cold spring morning
like wind in the trees without source or destination,
embodied the essence of some terrible presence –
an unexplained whisper in an isolated place, the feather of
a wing beyond peripheral vision, perhaps the shadow of
a serpent beyond the edge of the nerves, something too
close, something suddenly striking in the ghostly
memories of ritual violence of “the danse lacrosse”,
“dehuntshigawa’es”, baaga’adowe, a game called
begadwe, little brother of war!