Long Cree Poems

For far too long the system failed 
    in the hearts of many Cree.
Where justice for their friends and family 
    would never set them free.
So at this time...

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A legend tells of a place I know 
    where people feared to tread.
And if they did, they often disappeared 
    and the Natives feared them dead.
The Cree tell...

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Her full name was Labyrinthia Pennyweight Babineaux, but her closest friends called her Libby. She was of blended French, German, and Native American heritage. Her Great Great Grandparents were said to have come from a...

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Brackish-gurgling days that
Unobtrusively slid along
Past tussock grass and curled up 
Balls of Fern...
Glued tightly onto structured vanes
Of outstretched frond.
Venerable Mosses reciting epic tales,
Measured throughout Metronomical 
Strains,
Chanting methodically in harmonious
Downturn - 
Wherein contained: 
Foreboding dialects delivered...

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Bring on the rejection slips...

and/or try distilling my spirits
at losing gamble
if curious (by George) proceed
reading reasonable rhyme,
I guarantee the following words ramble.

Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt...

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While on the topic 
of blood kith and kin,
I relate another 
fabricated poem about 
blimey bloke of a fisherman. 

Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye...

Courtesy webbed whirled wide net wit
cursing thwarted life,...

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This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.
 
Tauren Wells Citizen of Heaven©
When We Pray Echo©
Like You Love Me Close ©
Tauren Wells came on the scene he...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The old brooding, arthritic apple tree.
Past the neat little cow-byre 
Hosed...

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I love my mom 
with unabashed cliche,
                    when we hug, when we 
   ...

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It has came to my attention John that there was an illegal system in the area, it even wiped out my PC temporarily. I had to do a report.
at first I thought it was you...

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Atheistic beneficent credo,
dogmatically evokes fundamental
gnostic humanistic invocations,
joyously kickstarting literary

métier, native oeuvre
pulsating quintessentially,
rudimentary schema
traversing utilitarian vectors,
winsomely xing yore zen.
*     *     *     *  ...

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I started my school years in a strict Catholic school
run by nuns and I was terrified of them
with their black hoods and caps
like death dressed in shrouds
and their stern faces and sharp words . ....

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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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My grandfather Hymie 
     spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands 
     and ruddy complexion re
     enforced non verbal body language...

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(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)

I shore up a vignette to free 
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced 
evinced beetle that of browed monkey
he spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands

and...

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while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity
     all abustle skittering
     to and fro, hither and yon
engaged in self important activity yielding profits,

    ...

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(alternatively titled eldest daughter despises us)

Eden (beloved eldest daughter) icy
flat tone of voice spoke volumes,
when she talked with the missus and me
courtesy cellular telecommunications key
December twenty seventh
two thousand nineteen
unwavering listless dull verbalization see
I subsequently told...

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Beatrice: Riguardi verso l'omorose some
                 che alma ea portando e antitìpe
        ...

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Murder of the Bethlehem Children
Matthew 2:16-18

When you consider the wealth of love, 
Language, fashion and script of cree,
We have in today’s society - stealth dove,
Then you see past societies as plea.

Savage, murderous and passionate,
The governments...

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Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
     Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
     your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
     of contrived information

   ...

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(alternately titled -
today's lesson iz
addressing categorical imperative)

Courtesy of unpleasant he
ping diatribes visited me
from eldest offspring ugh gree
guss vituperations, doth force me
     to admit (and take key
lock, stock, and barrel
  ...

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The Choctaw
never taught me what the
Choctaw would’ve taught me.

The Australopithecine never taught me what
the Australopithecine would’ve taught me of.

The Memories, these Memories,
our Memories are fading songs in
an echoeless cave.
The listeners have tired,
moved on.
The choir sang,...

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this story will be told and
retold
eternally, endlessly, ad infinitum, forever, for    ever
about school yard politics, or should I say school yard bullying

it started for me in elementary school    
I...

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Robert Bear was sixteen years and lived south of Jackson Hole.
Where he was tired of a living and the dreams that it had stole.
He wished for peace and quiet so he found a hunting knife.
And...

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