Best Hiawatha Poems

The Cave

I descended in the cavern,
Through a passage, I descended,
Deep and deeper, ever narrow,
Ever further, ever darker.

As I sat and turned my light off,
Not a...

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Riding bareback ‘cross the wide plains
Brave Geronimo in his deep pain
Makes his pathway, looking forward
Never losing faith in fortune
To the far off land Dakota
Where he...

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Peacemaker of the forgotten days.
 He fasted and suffered
 for the peaceful relations
 of all the people.
 
“My poor children, listen to the word of...

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My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The...

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Legend or prophecy, one cannot understand
Beautiful woman, a warrior pure of heart 
A message to all who seek peace, love and harmony
Seven sacred ceremonies
Sweat Lodge,...

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BROWNIE TIME

So    it’s brownie time
They are so easy to make
50 strokes or so
Of this heavenly chocolate
No kids    so I’ll...

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Introduction

From the city on the river
Where the Sage of Monticello
And the Great Emancipator
Birthed the country, saved the nation,
Sounds a call for civil discord
In the service...

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~The Dream~
( Triolet )
-A tribute to "The Slave’s Dream" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-


One night the slave had a nice dream 
And in the dream he...

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©2010 (Jim Sularz) 

Was it by chance or pure circumstance,
that the path I took, led me far out West? 
An island hop, a drifting castaway,
with...

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the stuff legends are made of mysteries from the skies               ...

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Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?

By Richard Le Gallienne
(The Passionate Reader...

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In the gray dawn, ghostlike,
A mist rises over the lake
Like a floating whisper.
My shorts and tee shirt 
Are damp and clammy
From hanging on the bedpost
Near...

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It interests me
that Hiawatha,
like Jesus of Nazareth before him,
and Mahatma Gandhi after,
taught WinWin cooperative peace
by co-investing in ego/ecotherapeutic justice.

Yet anti-Catholic
anti-Muslim
anti-Jewish
anti-indigenous
anti-First SacredNation
anti-goodfaith-trusting-inclusive-extended-family-cooperativist
Protestant reformists...

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Just 'fore words formed inside my head 
as my mother put me to bed
her sweet voice would rhyme to lull me
tales of children wild and...

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When I was very young
All I really wanted
To be was an Indian.
My mother always read to me -
Stories of fairies and elves,
Of princesses and ogres,...

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