Long Dna Poems
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My life just didn’t start when I was born
It is interwoven with those who have come before
Many people make up who I am
Some I have met but for a few short years
Others have been gone long before I am
From far-away lands they came to be
Looking for a better life for them and me
From all kinds of walks in life were they
But yet each has made an impact in some way
As my hair could be curly or straight
My eyes could be as dark as the night
Or as blue as the sky
My skin could be light or dark,
Or any shade in-between
My genes are what my ancestors gave to me
Whether it be shaping the country
Or shaping me
Their journey continues even in me
Erasure Poem
So many fake Indians these days
Elizabeth Warren is one
And according to my DNA results
I am too
But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims
And they disappeared into the hills
She claims
Is the DNA test wrong?
Was I adopted ?
Or is it possible
That I am a real deal
A real Cherokee
Or am I fake Cherokee???
A Cherokee weighed in on this on Quora
First, I would never call them “fake Natives”.
They are 99% white,
mostly Blue-collar, and New Age Hippie,
Anglo-Americans
who are simply
lost without their own specific identity
that they can proudly Claim,
so therefore,
they search for a certain Popular,
Romanticized segment of Indigenous People
that will “fit”
into their Family’s historical Lore.
Second, it just happens to ALWAYS be …
the Cherokee …
sometimes,
either Blackfoot or Lakota.
AND, “My GGM was a Cherokee Princess”,
as an add-on VALUE.
This is primarily
because of the vast area
formerly inhabited by the Cherokee.
However, the tribes’ interaction
with European immigrants since colonial times,
led to a great deal of intermarriage
with non-indigenous populations.
In many cases people have limited knowledge
of the other Native American nations,
that inhabited the areas in which they live.
However, a lot of this is wishful thinking,
and these people have African American
or other non-European ancestry.
It is fashionable to claim indigenous ancestry ,
in an attempt to legitimize t
Their sense of belonging on our lands.
The reason is simple,
they don’t know the names of the other tribes.
There has never been a song called
“Indian Reservation” about Apache People
or any other tribe but, the Cherokee.
“Indian Reservation”
by Paul Revere and the Raiders.
So if those people aren’t Cherokee
by blood at least it’s in spirit.
And so I conclude
I may be part Cherokee
Part of the lost tribe
Of the Cherokee
But who really knows
My mother took many things
With her to the grave
Lots of family secrets
Things I will never know
But in my heart
I know
That I am part Cherokee
And so I will proudly
Claim I am part Cherokee
In spirt
If not in blood
Miniscule dust particles float effortlessly in the sky
unaware of their imminent downfall.
Water vapour seeps heavenward from mother earth
condensing on the encountered dust.
The creation of raindrops – heavier and heavier
so dark rainclouds muster.
And then, the burden so heavy,
millions of raindrops fall.
The time is right for nature’s gala performance.
They sat on the hill ridge auditorium,
watching the valley theatre stage darken with the rain.
Behind them nothing until
the slightest glimmer as distant clouds part.
The sun in all its glory bursts through,
shedding light on the valley.
They watch in awe as, on cue, nature performs
its meteorological phenomenon with reflection, refraction and dispersion.
Every raindrop reveals its DNA;
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.
En masse – a rainbow which they see as an arc,
but nature knows to be a complete circle.
Encore! Sunlight intensifies, raindrops increase –
double rainbow – bravo!
They feel so close to this ephemeral wonder,
not physically but in their hearts and souls.
Rain recedes, performance over,
valley bathed in pale sunlight, silent.
They rise, make their way off the ridge uplifted,
no longer searching for that materialistic pot of gold.
What makes us?
All the differs
Make us suffer
I challenge any sucker
to tickle the ivories
And aline with me
To make a beat
So we can agree
We're in a dark place
Standing with straight face
Waiting for the grace
To take the place
Of any person
Who stands as one
Ready for the demon
To enter their sermone
We all know the truth
But some chose to refuse
That life is a ruse
Evil with no excuse
Music is the light
Excitement to reignite
Joy in the heart of life
So why choose to fight
Embrace what beat cometh
With a sound loud enough
To blow away the bad stuff
That we're to believe is rough
Hopefully opens your heart
To make a start
As to rehabilitate the heart
And hopefully appreciate art
although a group of people sustain their lives beautifying
everything surrounding them
insisting that everything is good
because they are God’s creation
while another group of people
though they also are humans
swallow and spit out loathsome language
go tottering intoxicated from a foul-smelling-contaminated-air
fuming from the languages they spat out
after there came an erect postured bipedal primate
which was a trifle creature fed by dust wiggling on the earth
for thousands of thousands of long years
eventually they started to share their thoughts
looking in each others’ eyes
cultivating, refining words and phrases for better communication
among those words
were beautifully polished and preserved phrases
thru generation after generations of studies and development
they were exclusively used by a specific class of people who enjoy showing off
and thereby wanted to separate themselves from ordinary people, however, now, the beautiful words and phrases became coarse;
is it because the words were abused by them or
their sleazy tongues stiffened the phrases?
they lost interest in finding the reasonable reasons
because there was no yard-stick to establish a standard;
zombies stalk on the street in bright daylight
the fake brand-name luxurious articles overrun the street
DNA twisted weirdly
all children are born mutated and therefore have evolved
to an overly obdurate species, strange world
there are no family features of daughters like their mother
or sons who resemble their fathers anymore
but only a line of families
like a poorly shaped mosaic landscape made with puzzle pieces
picked-up from alleys and forcefully placed to make a picture
they are never satisfied with what they have
and that’s why if you applaud them they demand more,
if their request is rejected they yell and scream at you
with newly invented swear words
rather, like a dead person
no matter how much you extolled him, doesn’t ask more;
even stamped on to humiliate him, won’t cry or say a word
that’s why God may have kept
everything beautiful beyond men’s reach
that’s why men who live on this side of the world
shout and scream
making everything uglier than it should-be
hanging on to the things they can easily put their hands on
Let me just say…
I’m not a scientist hear
Not a preacher, not a seeker, Just
Eternally a student and believer.
Simple Ways are my Teacher
And, I haven’t read much,
I don’t know books I
Don’t go to church,
Or get checked up.
Can’t quote a thing or
Talk on medicine
Ooo, and I don’t do math… ;)
Reckon I better add that and
Having done so, I’m here to say, something
About something I do believe, which is
There’s no such thing as “Junk” DNA
... ” what if ” ...
we still ‘have it’, because it’s worth having… AND
... ” what if ” ...
there are so many ANDs in the Books because that means something… :)
outstANDingly, Good…
not that I’ve read them, but I glanced them and the ANDs stAND out… \shurgs/
... and & dna…
& & & 777 = 21 U… get it yet? ;)
...if not, check. The Key.board.
HUGs!
&AND&&...include everything.
Form:
Thralldom etched in *****sapiens (mine) DNA
Though your true blue stated civilian
never enlisted nor impressed,
nonetheless I own an opinion
originally embarked on poetic quest
to express purposelessness,
when soldiers rest
at peace i.e. eternally,
many attired courtesy
smart uniform strong with zest.
Psyche steeped, macerated, brewed
as token scapegoat, cue
trumpets Don to toot
courtesy more'n one
nasty shortish brute
weasley chastened me
round mulberry bush
said monkeys chased scaredy
cat me... point moot
regarding... rung me
ragged standing astute
adjacent Thomas Jonathan
"Stonewall" Jackson
(Confederate general during
American Civil War),
his own troops accidentally
fired on him during
Battle of Chancellorsville
in Virginia doth not compute
"friendly fire" unleashed during
one among many hot pursuit
part and parcel of wars,
since time immemorial
gung ho practiced soldier and/or
scared cat neophyte unwittingly shoot
pellets traveling speed of
sound bullet out - gunmetal chute
ordinarily pardoned distinct mistake
versus homicide statute
nonetheless...about
thee (rhetorical question), wherefore
art thou purpose to war,
those slain now paid tribute
since major hostilities of
World War I formally
ended at 11th hour of 11th
day of 11th month of 1918
yet... I question military conflicts
battle hymns constitute
legacy e'er since Homo
sapiens stood erect,
many soldiers of misfortune,
sons of destitute
versus wealthy heirs accepted perception
that war was "a rich man's war
and a poor man's fight"
countless generations ago
deserters fate would mean execute
"the bastard," even second decade
into twenty first century
once sworn in at basic training,
getting discharged (vodka luck), but absolute
zero tolerance quitting before
duty commitment desertion flagrant violation,
no easy task leaving service minus
tribunal meeting severe to prosecute,
thus joining military unlike
accepting any other job
punishment greater than Das boot,
yet patriotism, née jingoism
not ideal, viz conflict resolution,
verstehen, or did this wordsmith convolute?
Invisibly Twisting,
Endlessly,
Into eternity.
The smallest piece,
Of you and me.
Holding truth after truth,
The Secrets to our youth.
A strain identifying,
Our souls' Time line.
Our Cells multiplying,
Creating A perfect design.
The housing of the divine.
The magic key,
Hiding our history,
That's smothered in Mystery.
The truth about Humanity,
Being sovereign and free.
Open your mind,
You just may find,
If you quiet the self,
And take the time,
The secrets we left behind.
Go deep inside,
Find your divide.
From Self to skin,
See the Cells within.
Getting closer now,
Your reality,
Twisting endlessly,
Into Divinity.
Looking into,
A? whole new Galaxy,
That connects YOU and ME
Resilient Climate Consciousness
as old as DNA,
Indigenous spiral ways of regeneration
invite revolutionary principles from yang equal egos
through yin eco-interdependent integrity
double-boundary systems
developing ecological economies of emotion,
deeply wealthy opportunities
for knowing resilient climate health.
This original integrity way of life,
not risky death,
(1) Prejudicially favors living cooperatively re-connecting
with our DNA extended family
from both sides
ecofeminist sacred East
and patriarchal secular West.
(2) This LifeWay invites bilateral/bicameral mindfulness
of win/win opportunities
to extend sacred compassioning attachments,
to re-incarnate past secular harmonic agreements.
(3) In this way
we have developed
with every attractive win/win opportunity,
distractive win/lose risk,
and unattractive lose/lose
all living future desecrating experience
of relationships fragmented
unrelationship
anti-relationally
conscious of climatic stress,
unconscious systems unraveling,
anti-conscious against integrity's re-connecting health
with wealth potential.
(4) This DNA Way
sustains resilient health systems
of Earth's synergetic web
resonating collaboration
(5) Through bicameral processes
of cooperative ego-win/eco-win
co-passionate experience
(6) And our natural-yang/spiritual-yin
re-connections
left with right
ego with eco-therapeutic climate consciousness
(7) Prejudicially favors living cooperatively
with our DNA health/wealth
extended EarthTribe family...
We have a wide, extended and expanding family
that seems to grow a little larger every day.
Family members who share our DNA.
and other members who through shared love
have become family along the way.
Because when it come to family…
at least the family we like to think of…
we love the family members who we’ve given the gift of life
as well as those who’ve given us the gift of love.
If this is the way we all thought about everyone…
not just our children…our relatives…our friends
imagine how far across the world
our family would extend.
Yes, imagine how wide a circle our family would encompass
If our family included along the way…
with all the members who do
all those who do not share our DNA.