Geronimo Poems - Poems about Geronimo

One parachute for the two, their last chance Vladimir Putin and Yu-Kay-Rain Dance Let the brave Indian go! His nickname's Geronimo Fury flashed in Putin's molten-red glance...

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I talked to the leaves told them how I fell to earth when I said, "God please"! date:7/25/21...

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His name was Mescalero Chiricahua, Which means The One Who Yawns. But fate had greater plans for him, And not much would he yawn. He was a great leader and Medicine Man, Of the Apache Tribe, Until there dawned an awful day, That forever changed his life. He did go a-trading with others from his band. While he was gone the soldiers came and...

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Those cowboys chased him ’cross the land What a shame they hadn't planned The man accused of rape and pillage Made it to a distant village Leather boots effecting entry Every shack discovered empty Save for one where ‘mum’ was cooking Cowboys moved on, elsewhere looking Who could know Geronimo Would ever wear a kimono And stand there cooking chicken dippers Wearing bright pink fluffy...

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Geronimo trotted from lair to lair, So disgusted with the length of his hair. At each new spot he dug it deep, Hoping for some cold to seep. The sun ablaze found each hole, And from its depth drove the cold. And so the day from spot to spot, Though dug deep contained only hot....

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His real name was Goyathlay One who yawns Was not the legendary leader Of the Chiricahua Apache. Though appeared to be so, never a chief but a medicine man was he. Returning home from battle found his wife and children dead. Murdered by the Spanish troops caused such hatred of the whites Vowed to kill as many as he could. Fled to Mexico to...

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Geronimo! Here I fall from the wondering plane of insanity, will you be there to catch me, preventing a harsh ground slap? will you be my trampoline? my cushion? my all? so I don't hear the laughter of the ground that comes with blood and death Geronimo! Here I fall into the sky of love, I've no parachute! the air is pushing me down, will you...

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They called me white cheese, I was there, to put a flower in my hair. No experience can compare, for five long years. On Thanksgiving, I stood there... And high up on a tree, hung a reindeer. Just across the street, was a wiki-up in my sight. But what did I know... about Apache ways? ...

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Geronimo Stomp That has a nice ring to it. Go Barry Darvell. What a catchy melody. A record from yesteryear. ...

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BLOOD OF GERONIMO Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer child of your Bedonkohe blood and line. I raise my hands to recognize you there and plea you recognize this heart of mine. I know you welcome all into your light And let my way, as through this death I go, Be swift and sure, if bad or good or...

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the portraits hanging on the wall thus trembling in fear from tall silhouettes of the gray ghosts of Geronimo...

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Me, me, Geonimo... Don't know what way... White man go... Smoke'em signals... Smoke'em pipe.... You run us off, You kill squaw wife, Steal our land, Kill great Buffalo for fun, We gott'em little chance, Arrow against gun Some day we get Revenge real good, Mak'em casino In our hood.... You los'em shirt, You los'em wife, You los'em bet Who win in this life....

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