Best Chickasaw Poems

“They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife”
        From “Indian Reservation” by Paul Revere and the Raiders


Oh, Beautiful Cherokee People (original title)

Oh, beautiful Cherokee people,
lovers...

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Wishful thinking
rests upon soft summer 
butterfly wings
warm breeze
swims across my body
taking with it
my
thoughts, dreams,wishes
now they float, high
above the endless 
clouds, like seeds
from an empty 
dandelion stem
suns rays
wrap me in an invisible
blanket of comfort
tiny, speckles of wet
dew drops from morning
when God kissed the ground
As I lay,...

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Indian woman
from the territories long ago
you no longer walk Mother Earth
Did the wind whisk you away?

I feel your spirit rising up in me
my Chickasaw blood blisters
from within...
I have lost my way

once, I saw you in a vision 
your long ebony hair blowing
riding the pinto pony...

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Chickasaw warrior…Apache brave
Chimed echo from recent pasts
Rawhide clad of bow and stave
Our iconic figure now cast

Roaming prairies open plains
Selfless equal within nature
A simple life of a people proud
Societies of ancient stature

Cherokee warrior…Arapaho brave
Awakened into midnight battle
Blue eyes aim down the thunder sticks
Reaping from cavalry saddles

Shunned...

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Many moons ago,
a languishing lamentation flow
carved a grievous path
in the red soil

Defying moral gravity,
downtrodden fallow weeps 
flowed upward   to the heavens
With river Nile ease

Native American Exodus
wasn’t done willingly
Oh, how the Five Nations
were saber led forcibly!

Time traveling eyes
need not ask why
Oh, why does the...

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Old Hobo ain't got no plans
Thumbing down the road to the Promised Land
He ain't looking back from where he's been
Gonna rest a little while off Exit 10

Old Hobo's just got the news
Front page paper in the soles of his shoes
Says times are bad and it's...

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Just about a mile outside pyrite town
there's black powder mountain, forever looking down.
It has a grizzly disposition and a couple veins of mean
lightning licks the summit at every opportunity.

Some went up to tame it and vanished like a dream
some say they saw the ghost of...

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Paiute warrior horses cannot outrun wild quarter horses.
Spanish mustangs and Chickasaw ponies run past.
Taunting and daring native americans to try and corral them.

Paiute warriors admire the way brother horse runs.
He is outfoxing them, wise and wonderful in his wildness.
They turn back to their homeland, knowing...

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