Years ago, in Budapest,
I bought ceramic mugs
As presents for my son and wife;
They thanked me and gave hugs.
The pottery was quite unique;
I bought some for myself,
Which sits there in my kitchen
On a front-and-center shelf.
I couldn’t carry too much home
But always did regret
I didn’t buy myself a mug
(Or two, to make a set).
Yet since that time, my son has bought
Ceramics of his own.
His coffee cup collection
Has considerably grown.
The gift mugs are no longer used;
They’re stored way out of sight.
I knew if they were on display,
They’d bring me great delight.
Could I possibly reclaim them?
It’s a practice that’s taboo
(Which I’m well-aware my title,
Very not P.C., is, too).
But my son was very gracious –
Wrapped them so they wouldn’t break
And they’re hanging in my kitchen now,
Correcting my mistake.
I won’t do this again
Though I am glad I had the nerve
To speak up, for these two mugs
Bring out my smiles on reserve.
Travelling down the rocky path
Adjacent to the river
I come upon a beautiful soul
The Old Indian Giver.
The sorrow swells within my chest
And drains my very being,
The empathetic old Indian Giver
Turns away without saying a thing.
My life was graced one winters day
With the warmest smile I’d seen,
Keeping me afloat throughout my life
More calm that I’d ever been.
We married and loved, for years on end,
Until one tragic day,
When my entire life came crashing down
Turning my life to gray.
I realize the old Indian Giver
Was just doing his job,
But I don’t think he realizes
My soul he also did rob.
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.
(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
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
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
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.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
.
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
.
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
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.
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*
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
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.
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Seventh place win in
Contest: Indian Giver by P.D.
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
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.
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