Long Comanche Poems

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I sometimes hear a stubborn myth,
that before Europeans came
the locals of America
all lived lives quite peaceful, and tame.

The old trope of the Noble Savage,
that somehow manages to persist,
polls show a disturbing number
of people believe in...

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There were Indians just over the Brazos
With a buffalo herd in between
They weren’t trying to stay hidden 
They wanted to be seen
The chief of these Comanche
Buffalo Hump by name
They say no one's looked him in...

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Historically accurate, narrative poem

25 June, 1876 - Valley of the Little Bighorn

Nothing stirs this June night, not a summer’s breeze or a breath of life.  All is eerily quiet, and on yonder hillside, shroud...

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Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one
speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche 

decked out as armadillo
kicking up...

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Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one

speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche 
decked out as armadillo

kicking up...

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In memory she’s pretty and young, 
Dressed in Land Army girls dress
(Where my memory starts to fail
False memory fills in the rest),
Fresh faced, full breasted, shirt
Sleeves rolled, her arms half bare 
Talking and joking and...

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"Spring Rain" she was named by her father Chief Many Horses.
Through her veins the hot blood of the majestic Comanche courses!
The young maiden crushed the hearts of many dashing braves,
But to be free to chase...

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The winter winds moan among those forlorn monuments to death,
Marking the spots where brave men fell gasping their last breath.
Upon bleak Calhoun Hill where Seventh Cavalrymen gave their all,
Now lie 225 souls in hallowed graves...

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GERONIMO, FEARED APACHE WARRIOR, DEAD

Human Tiger, Merciless Slayer of Mexicans and Whites 
   
His Own Family Fought Government Efforts 
to Provide Medical Treatment

Fulfilled His People’s Prophecy 

By Telegraph to The Times.

Oklahoma, Feb. 18....

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It was a Tuesday night and dull boredom had set in
‘ thought I heard my ol’ car say: “Take us for a spin!
Go pickup Bobby Mac and maybe Cindy too,
‘Cause it’s Tuesday night … and...

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Dactylic Pentameter




Wild wind with force to demolish our buildings and homes in town.
Wail on Comanche and scream your shrill anger down streets and paths.
Ye do destroy and kill running amok to knock structures down.
Twister, run...

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The native American and the paleface
Each claiming ownership over the place
For three hundred years they’d been fighting the fight
But peace would be parleyed later that night

Senators; soldiers; a chieftain or two
Agreed to talk peace by...

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Nautdah
Nautdah, they called you, 
In your real life they named you,
When you knew yourself,
When you lived out on the unforgiving plains.

As Nautdah, Comanche captive, 
You Became Comanche; 
Leaving behind the girl
Who was Cynthia Parker
Sloughed off...

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When I was a boy in west Texas I kept a treasure box much the way building corner stones are done - with an eye to the future anticipating a grand opening one day.That day...

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You brought along your wisdom as we were were walking
down this Comanche Trail 
the images we saw
the truths you spilled I will not ever tell
You let me into a hint of your world 
and made...

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I would like to pay tribute to those who died
While introducing you to our native pride
We are Cherokee, Iroquois, and Lakota
We are Navajo, Algonquin, and Dakota
Our lands were open and free to roam
But when the...

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I think of you every so often your friendship
and memories remain unbroken
I miss you my friend as I wait for the time
we are together I just can't wait
The moonbeams shinning
as I wait for your command
Comanche...

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Standing on the fantail of a warship on patrol,
Its wake stretching off to from where I’d come,
Transporting me back to my first day aboard,
Three long deployments ago.

I’d learned about things like a bucket of steam,...

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The horses of my childhood
Do you remember too
Mr. Ed and Fury
Just to name a few
Roy had his Trigger
Dale had Butter Cup
They were stuffed and mounted
When dead – just look it up
Spin and Marty had Skyrocket
On...

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It’s cold here in Central Texas
Winter has laid its hand upon us
The night is clean and pure
With just a whisper of oak and mesquite fires
Burning on the hilltops 
And villages of old German hopes
The coyotes...

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Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air
Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs
People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile
Iron curtain rusty folds melt down for a while
Can’t define now what...

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Did you think for a moment,
anxious prodigal would ever forget?
Do you regret, as I, hereditary stubbornness?

Inconsequentially,
My favorite childhood memory

Starched, bleached, hourglasses internal playmate,
Two unsung heros, far from home, adventure underway.
Indigo Comanche, flecked in dawns final...

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As far as the eye could see
we rode our  horse comanche man and me
we rode in snow and in the rain
through the mountains and grassy plain
we forged for food lived off the land
like his...

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COMANCHE

My mounts and I are one.
Across the plains we fly

    Like the wind that scours
    Like the sun that burns,
        The cold...

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