Best Tribe Poems

--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On...

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your...

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I like many others have lived in our dreams
In this world where I lived amongst forests and streams
Where the Great Plains stretched and our rivers...

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Simply unaware....or perhaps I don't care
what others say or do
It's partially true
I'm through

Used to care what they think
of my words, of my ink
not anymore....
So much...

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Your feathered words arrive tickling my ears
The tip of your nose brushes
The back of my neck
My skin awakens

I have been calling you
Calling you back into...

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She calls on me, intermittently
In fickle favor, in spotty dictionaries
My demure, distracted destiny

She is the unrequited lover, the absent mother
She is Santa, granting wishes
Upon orphan...

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A strange claim
Of a man of passion
Of kindness
He said
Let the children come to me
For what man would refuse the smile
The innocence of a child
He parted...

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Cherokee Tears

ceremonial drums' rhythmic heartbeat
impassioned tribal chants
echo in Smoky Mountain mist before dawn

tortured spirit of an ignoble president
Andrew Jackson seems imprisoned here
haunted by wailing ghosts...

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Black like a rare diamond.
Perfectly sculpted.
White as a snowy peek .
Reflecting off the glistening waves.
Your beauty and grace challenge us.
Mostly free, we morn for your...

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Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes 
Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose 
Foraged for food particles,...

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We are the Children

Bombs fall from the sky
The little children wonder why?
The night is mixed with blood and tears
Screams that deafen the little ones ears

In...

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Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation
while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration
Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking...

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       my chief ...

thoughts go back to that again -
    the day you found me on...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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Math, physics, English, and so on—
    alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on 
    with a prime axiom....

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