Best War Paint Poems

Haudenosaunee ...
translation: They made the house
But who painted it
the colors we now see ---
Red, white and blue
Let's go back in time shall we,
and observe who...

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He was my sun, my one and only son,
attired as a cowboy for the day. 
And so I handed him a little gun
of fastened random...

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THE JESTER

Jester jingles
with madcap medusa-bells,
dressed in melodic-motley uniform.
A sea of foamy frills
frame the famed renaissance storyteller,
a creature feature
of phantasm for frightened children.
His ghost-white face
with comedic...

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I spit fire from my lungs,
None can extinguish my flame, 
The Ink I write with bleeds into their brains.
They wish they could raise up and...

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It's all about sun and shadows...good times and bad
Waking and sleeping...happy and sad
Black clouds and rain
blue skies and white doves
Peace,love and beauty...fear,hate and mistrust

It's all...

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Long blue-black, straight hair.
 The color of a raven so rare.
Cheek bones chiseled with grace.
 A tan Native American face.

Hair, braided with a ritual feather.
...

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"Possums on the Run - Part 4"

Stars in the sky, 
he sits on his back steps,
he’s thinking of all his dreams,
his one true love, his...

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Hey you,
I know what you are going through
Trying to stand tall and strong
While a deep rooted pain arising from within
Is eating you from the inside	
You...

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How do you like me as I am today?
Twenty years young, triumphantly boasting 
Success through all you had been foreboding.
Casting my vast nets as far...

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Race-Ism

What makes one man or woman better than another?
Should we think differently of those who adapted
to another environment and adapted another color?

If our differences are...

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y'all know me-     I'm in the poem biz     
and it is a no brainer   ...

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Until His Red-Heart Weeps

In his forest, the Indian avoided the trappings of the white men;
There his footfalls upon soft and clean, untouched virgin ground;
A place...

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Writing for contests, is often a crapshoot!
Some may be teasers, and others no brainers.
Results often open a new can of worms,
though sponsors with backbones, will...

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Poor Humpty Dumpty was a numpty when he fell off the garden wall
His poor old ma went bananas, told me to buzz off when I...

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I am a gentle man, and I try with all my heart to love my fellow man and do all that I 
can, to help...

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