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INDIAN GIVER OR A LOAN by Acquah, Vicki
Indian Giver by A , Poet Destroyer
Indian Giver by Smith-Johnsen, Dane Ann
The Indian Giver Love Bandit by Wilson, Deb
Indian Giver by horsman, harry
Indian Giver Of Life by Kendrick, Sara
Indian Giver The Healer by Kendrick, Sara
THE INDIAN GIVER by Cwiak, Daniel
Indian Giver Me by theKidster, SillyBilly
An Indian Giver of the Heart by Falotico, Michael J.
Indian-Giver invigoration-w by Mehta, Dr.Ram
Who Is the Indian Giver by Locksley, Diane
Squaw Indian Giver by Anderson, Jimmy
Indian Giver makes me shiver by Ruebel, Sharon

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Indian Giver

(To give then take)

I shut my eyes for a few seconds today
Missing you, I wished you were here
Then suddenly the walls became dim 
My heart murmurs your name 
I swallow the tears behind my eyes 
Claiming back the wish 
Why would I ever let myself fall in love again?

By: PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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The First Night, Indian Style

I met a "God Sent" Indian Giver once
A theater costume manager named Hans
Acting on stage
I felt just rage
He chased me shouting: "Give me baak my pants!"

for Poet Destroyer's Contest "Indian Giver"


Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010




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Native American IndianTribute

Americans without doubt a giver
Navajo secret code did deliver
  To Hitler De Fuhrer
   Messages never clear
Red men spoke jumbled arrows of quiver!

Adolf’s lust thrust, the Indian giver
Receives back miseries he delivers!
   In arrow toting brothers
   Military discovers
God's quest in those saving mouths of quivers! 

Native brother’s saving grace delivers
By blessed mouths filled of spoken quivers!
   Now they ride the constrained range
   Without horse or pocket change
Long since lost from sight those medal slivers!

For Contest:Indian Giver~Limericks
In honor of DP


Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2010

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Who Is the Indian Giver

You gave us food and we took your land

It's not right to make promises grand

  We took all your stuff

  Till you said enough --

And gave General Custer his last stand


Copyright © Diane Locksley | Year Posted 2010

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Irate Indian!

Indian say white man speak with forked' tongue

     He took land kill buffalo and my young

          Great Spirit hear entreaty

               White man disregards treaty

                    Me think he talk heap of buffalo dung

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Entry for PDs "Indian Giver" Contest


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010

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The Enigmatic Indian

An enigmatic Indian beauty from Delhi 
Told me that her first name was Anjali
I gave her all my cash
Seven goats and an ass
Then took them back for she was really a fellow


(6th in Contest; Indian Giver by Destroyer Poet)


Copyright © Eamon Duffin | Year Posted 2010

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THE INDIAN GIVER


There was a fella I knew who worked with hammer and chisel

Made carvings in wood that could make your eyes sizzle.

One day he brought a carving to the store

Where they sell tobacco, cigarettes, cigars, and more...

And there it stands beckoning, even in a drizzle.


Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giver makes me shiver




Thomas Hutchinson noted the saying
Most Indians used barter for paying
The message is spoken
Exchange for a token
Indians dislike this write


Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2010

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The Indian Giver Love Bandit

He promised to love me forever
Then again he was just being clever
He took back his love
So I gave him a shove
Headfirst in cow dung-my endeavor!





** for Indian Giver contest
  sponsored by(Destroyer ((Poet


Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010

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An Indian Giver of the Heart

Way back in the years you gave to me your heart..
Yanked it back so fast before it could even start..
I pitter pattered through my mind to see what went wrong..
I questioned my inner mind to just see where I belong..
A gift so special torn away , the pain like a piercing dart..







P.D. Indian Giver Contest


Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giver Of Life

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The Indian Healer gathered willow
Dried medicinal bark like dried tallow
When fever came to the camp
Small dose when with fever damp
Relieves many of tribe from the deathblow


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giver's Quick Fix

When the heart I gave wholly to you
was stomped on and then ripped in two,
I took it right back.
So hit the road, Jack!
I'll be good once I find Super Glue.


For P.D.'s Indian Giver Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giver

Caresses on his back made him quiver.
Enticingly, she said, “Love, come hither.”
Warm fingers rubbed his spine.
Her kisses felt so fine.
An Indian princess was his giver.

© December 10, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giver Me

PoetDestroyer is the name of she
and she's under the delusion that she crushed me,
but an Indian Giver is yours truly.
I take back my slam crown of royalty.

Not a limerick my little slam queen nemisis?
No need to get yourself all distressed
I'm an Indian Giver, remember? I withdraw from your contest.
By the way, "Indian Giver" isn't politically correct.

Hi P D. Nice to see ya again.
*TheKidsterWasHere*


Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2010

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Indian-Giver invigoration-w

Ram followed “Indian Giver” as poet
By entering a poem in contest
Results declared by sponsor
He was not a winner
Took back his poem from the contest.

Sponsor wrote don’t mind withdrawal
I have used your poem after all.
Thanks for your entry
Help complete registry
Good luck to use it for other call.
     
                     *****

Dr.Ram Mehta

This is not personal write. It is purely fictional: 

I was inspired reading on the term"Indian Giver" 
and have tried to draw essence and humor from it.

There are two popular etymologies for this term for a person who gives a 
gift only to later demand its return. The first is that it is based on an unfair
stereotype of Native Americans, that they don't keep their word. 
In the other popular explanation, the term doesn't cast aspersions on 
Native Americans, instead it echoes the broken promises the whites 
made to the Indians. Neither is accurate.


==============================
Seventh place win in

Contest: Indian Giver by P.D.


Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giver The Healer

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                                          Gatherer of Herbs
                           Storer of tree limbs, leaves, shrubs, love
                                         His cures a free gift
                 
                                         Gift of his knowledge 
                                         Free to early settlers
                                         Pharmacies use now


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Squaw Indian Giver

My Indian Squaw is a beauty.
Keeping me happy is her duty.
   But an Indian giver in every way.
   When I try to get her to play.
She turns up her nose and acts very snooty!


*For PD's Indian giver contest.


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giving Brother

Received gift one day, from another
Given in love, from older brother
Borrowed back at one time
Not returned, what a crime
Worst Indian giver, than any other


Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010

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Indian Giver

Interesting subject is this
usually starts with a kiss
one could say ‘tis never fair
to be born love live and care
only then the call to dismiss.


for p.d's contest.


Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2010

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Rightly Indians Gained

When I look on the white mans past     
And the tribes that never did last             
We have Reagan to thank
Indigenous profits, bank
Casinos, through the doors you'll pass






"Indian giver. When an Indian gives any thing, he expects to receive an equivalent, or to
have his gift returned."

"My slant differs somewhat slightly to the fact they were forced to give their lands away,
eventually time and Guilt made the modern white man see sense and return their lands somewhat"





Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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autumn falling

cry me a river
give me an indian giver,maybe i can fix him
think of the thought,the store you bought could feed a thousand towns
with the food you leave lying around. you could do art in the world,
marry a pretty girl to the turn of food she do marry,even carry in her eyes.
its the prize and the dice is thrown?this much we know,we can keep two,you and 
the truth,when you marry it we do.i know of the earth turn and hunger 
burning,sure i was fit for command to every man who had a plan.he would look in 
my eyes and size me up,but he didnt think of the crux of the theft of dinner and 
whats left.its hard in the middle class to be that picture in the mind,when i find 
candy bars dancing in my thoughts when i rest.chest full of air and thats what you 
get to eat. when we seen this girl on second street,of course i was too tired and 
hungry to pursue her,to my hunger peanut butter and jelly will never do her,so i 
just willed her to happen and despite the laughing in my mind,i find were still 
friends,me and her,but there was no word of sex or even second best,it was 
less,just friends.to the end i go,i worked and held a job,kept my room a slob,but it 
was prop up and starvation,like the middle class across this nation.it takes em 
no time to help,to release us from our hell.then,bask in the glow and let me know 
how a ferrarri goes or my favorite group has a Cd on the loose.wait till im fed and 
have my own bed then tell me you need me at your show or in iraq,then ill find the 
facts do meet.give relief on summer street.


Copyright © chris bowen | Year Posted 2008

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The Adventures of Enea, Part 11 of 13

Anxious in Ancona (2)

The Doge has apportioned a fleet for his use,
but is proving an Indian giver.
A pope with a navy (and with a screw loose)
is no-one’s idea of chopped liver,
so Venice, delaying and playing obtuse,
is selling the pope down the river.

A Christian army, devoted to God,
is what Pius imagines he’s shaping,
but this one is riding distinctly rough-shod:
Ancona’s awash with the scrapings
of Europe: and here, where the Caesars once trod,
they are busily looting and raping.

There ain’t going to be any ardent crusade,
and Pius is dying, for certain.
They’ve all came to nothing, those plans that he laid,
and his project has gone for a burton.
To stop him from seeing his “army”, his aide
has fastened the litter’s gauze curtain.

He thought to have fought at the head of a host:
but reality isn’t like that.
We babble and squabble, we brag and we boast,
but our fantasies always fall flat.
Poor Pius was no Alexander.  At most,
he was sort of an Anwar Sadat.

We curse our ill fortune and, wringing our hands,
we wail at our undeserved lot.
But is it so rare, as we formulate plans,
to end up with diddly squat?
If that’s how it goes with the Number One man,
what chance have the rest of us got?


Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017

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Innuendo

Emotional Innuendo 
Forgiveness Insinuation 
Moving forwards Allusion 
Reconciliation Tease 
Indian giver of hope 
Given than taken away
To good to be true 
Should have know it was a lie


Copyright © shari thomas | Year Posted 2017

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INDIAN GIVER OR A LOAN

She is gone, but where, but why?
Where does that leave me:
And why did she have to leave?
"What is the real word for Indian giver"?
You give someone something, and you take it back,
there has got to be a word for that.!

Because I know that those who they wrongly
call Indians wouldn't take a gift back.
So, I need that word that means
"gift giver and retriever".

Children are our gifts given to us by
God or so it has been said, and known! 

But since God took my child back,
She must have been on loan.

Because I don't know where she is-
But Kai-Kachelle, my daughter
is nowhere to be found.

She is gone, but where, but why?
She came, she saw, she conquered,
My guess. her job was done...

We miss her more and more each day:
As it has been two years nearing three.

I now overstand that God had loaned me,
A uniquely beautiful child:
After all, is said and done:

She was still Gods property ...
So, I live, I learn, I cry and hope...
To hold my gift again.

If I get another chance, to do things properly.
I will take better care of my gift;
and not treat her as mine alone.
Now knowing she was mine to care for
And a privilege of God’s loan.


Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2017