Long Hiawatha Poems

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It interests me
that Hiawatha,
like Jesus of Nazareth before him,
and Mahatma Gandhi after,
taught WinWin cooperative peace
by co-investing in ego/ecotherapeutic justice.

Yet anti-Catholic
anti-Muslim
anti-Jewish
anti-indigenous
anti-First SacredNation
anti-goodfaith-trusting-inclusive-extended-family-cooperativist
Protestant reformists against Nature=Spirit green family values,
now becoming supremacists
of Original Orthodox Scriptural...

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When I was very young
All I really wanted
To be was an Indian.
My mother always read to me -
Stories of fairies and elves,
Of princesses and ogres, witches,
And brownies who did good deeds.
Poems, “Wynken, Blynken and Nod”,
“The...

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Ladies and gentlemen, laddies, lassies one and all
Water, water everywhere, be careful lest you fall.
Please take into account, we've found wet boards do shrink
and remind your children,  this water's not to drink. 

WHY, ye...

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Introduction

From the city on the river
Where the Sage of Monticello
And the Great Emancipator
Birthed the country, saved the nation,
Sounds a call for civil discord
In the service of ambition
From a man whose God is power,
And his name...

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the stuff legends are made of mysteries from the skies                         ...

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Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art,
To feel how I press thy singing
Close to my heart?

By Richard Le Gallienne
(The Passionate Reader to His Poet)

Mama had a purple leather book
Of  Henry...

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One hot August afternoon, in the hills behind our home,
I chanced upon what seemed a trail I felt inclined to roam.

I walked it quite a while until, deep within the wood,
I chanced upon a clearing...

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The 90 year old
Could no longer bend or even lean
Over
His brother’s grave

Stands in the sun with his planted cane

At his elbow

Tells me
He hears his brother speak from the grass
“Bobby, where have you been all these...

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My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The Song of Hiawatha” by Longfellow as a bedtime story. “Oom-ta-ta,...

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Riding bareback ‘cross the wide plains
Brave Geronimo in his deep pain
Makes his pathway, looking forward
Never losing faith in fortune
To the far off land Dakota
Where he will seek for an answer
To the question that pursues him:
How...

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Out Double Door and Did Disappear

In an awkward position I was once situated
When  to some  people I  had prevaricated
With  my many  ideas that  were  outdated
And major changes in...

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In the gray dawn, ghostlike,
A mist rises over the lake
Like a floating whisper.
My shorts and tee shirt 
Are damp and clammy
From hanging on the bedpost
Near the open window.
The dock is slippery, and
The yellow kayak slips
Soundlessly...

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©2010 (Jim Sularz) 

Was it by chance or pure circumstance,
that the path I took, led me far out West? 
An island hop, a drifting castaway,
with treasured moments, of bygone yesterdays.

Where family, friends, who all grew...

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Legend or prophecy, one cannot understand
Beautiful woman, a warrior pure of heart 
A message to all who seek peace, love and harmony
Seven sacred ceremonies
Sweat Lodge, naming, healing, adoption, marriage
Vision Quest for communicating with Him
Sundance for...

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We are inviting you to join our club of sixty- two.
I was surprised, excited, and honored, by Miss Lou.
You are our type, she assured me. We all want you.
I believed her for sure; it gave...

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Peacemaker of the forgotten days.
 He fasted and suffered
 for the peaceful relations
 of all the people.
 
“My poor children, listen to the word of wisdom,
 listen to the word of warning
 from the lips...

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Just 'fore words formed inside my head 
as my mother put me to bed
her sweet voice would rhyme to lull me
tales of children wild and misled.

Who ran and played and sang and danced
deep in teepees...

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~The Dream~
( Triolet )
-A tribute to "The Slave’s Dream" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow-


One night the slave had a nice dream 
And in the dream he was just free 
He heard sounds of freedom’s bold scream...

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The Cave

I descended in the cavern,
Through a passage, I descended,
Deep and deeper, ever narrow,
Ever further, ever darker.

As I sat and turned my light off,
Not a glimmer, not a flicker,
Not a shine of distant lantern,
Utter darkness,...

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Far from urban chaos, plastic and Styrofoam
The stream tumbles as it has for untold years
Trout swim with joy in their pristine home
Clear water, falling from those virgin tears

This is the land of Hiawatha, with mountains...

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