Long Minnesota Poems
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encountered last Spring...exuberantly too far,
hiking deep in a Minnesota forest-bog, almost
dreamlike... Mosquito clouds engulfed me
...james
Silent zeroes flood my reflex memory
Mosquito clouds so thick to breathe
Meant inhaling dozens
Smiles and scorns at Springs first leap
Of freedom deep in a hidden forest bog
Bouncing leaps of retreat
Time froze
I glanced across a frozen universe
Scars finely creased with age
Memories still fresh
'Ancient Boulders' it is said in stories
Still vibrate with sacred chants
Audible to the chosen ones
Ears worthy of silence
Ears worthy
Of
Silence
Mince Munseun and Anais Zonte' Dider
Of "Soothing Grooves" Used the
"Audacity Fix" to thrash
The Nepheliums with there manager
Dick Maddox
"Bassy" "The Axe" Kualmurphy
Lucked up with a win over
"Minnesota " Enos Eyecandy
"Spiteful"Spike Soothinjour won
Over the Wolves of Winnipeg
Using a full Nelson to make
Criss Jaw bone submitt
Soothenjours partner sat at
Ringside muzzled and chained
Due to the stipulation, making it
One against to.
"Triffling" Tripe Gulbouis v.s.
Brudda Hollis Bindwinder
Never materialized as Tripe
Was attracts before the bell and
And thrown into the audience
Where four masked men
Bested him. Boxer " Humper" Ric Dais
and wrestler Valdise Ortega came to
His aid. They grabbed the mask of
One of the masked quads revealing
Big Basil Bandez, causing a near riot
As Bandez is a member of the
Championship committee.
The main event saw
Newcomer Kip "Pretty Boy" Hossendale
Beat Contenders Champion Chatt Steamboat
In a. Scientific bout that had the fans on
There feet. Hossendale wins the title.
A cleansing walk in November,
Coolness crisp air awakens my soul, the crunching of leaves that once hung on oak trees for admiration of people young and old now litter the cement sidewalk, streets, alleys, yards.
Kids delight running in them piled up in yards, so quick to rake up their beauty into bags doomed for garbage. We wait all year for fall foliage to arrive, bright fire red, yellow like the sun, their the kaleidoscope of October, November ..
Why be in a hurry to rid of their beauty just after falling off the trees, we all have beauty inside our hearts, souls, we don’t rid of them just for sake of not being seen.
Walking amongst their beauty whether on the ground or trees not yet ready to let go, is a cleansing crisp retreat, much like a deep cleansing exhale, bringing oxygen to your soul..nature is a fuel we all need, Fall is the last sign of winters brutal cold, seasons come and go, hold onto their beauty awhile longer, red cardinal flying solo, loved one passed on from this life has come to join me on this Cleansing walk through the leaves as they crunch beneath our feet.. beauty below above, Give Thanks To God in the form of The Bald Eagle soaring High.
Winter is almost here, snowflakes of every shape falling like cotton to cover our yards with a white blanket, much like GODS angels in heaven, the COLD awakens the child in us once again, sledding, ice skating, Xmas lights adore the green pine trees. Sleigh rides, hot cocoa kids delighting in trouncing through, no matter the season, each one has its own beauty of living in Good Old Minnesota….
When Thor’s mighty hammer sounds a thunderous call,
this football team is willing to do it all.
They are ready to plunder and pillage opposing teams.
The Vikings are reality, not merely dreams.
They have played well before the overwhelming cheers.
Success has come easily throughout their playing years.
When the Vikings defend the home field in Minnesota,
their vanquished adversaries are transported to Valhalla.
The offense is ready to score with an attack.
The defense holds the opponent’s offense back.
They answer the call by their chief god Odin.
A new season is here. Let the games begin.
For today’s easy drive from Duluth, MInnesota to Bayfield, Wisconsin
as is our nature we took the scenic route
ready to discover what Wisconsin is all about.
We stopped often along the way…(we never drive anywhere straight )
so we could experience first hand the beauty of this state.
We paused at a windmill, an old jail, a covered wagon school bus
and to learn lessons the Ojibwe teaches.
We stopped to admire her trees and take a few walk along her beaches
As we continue on this road trip…we learn a little more each day
like how Wisconsin…just like every other state is beautiful in her own way.
As we settled down into our old Victorian inn
which for the next 2 nights will be our home
forgive me while I change the subject
as well as the direction of this poem.
I’ve noticed in most of my pictures since we’ve been on the road
In my bright colors and by my tie-dyed hat…
I’ve been in full tourist mode.
Which means I’ve been excited when I wake up…
happy to greet the sun every time she rises
excited for the things we’ve planned
and delighted by all the surprises.
But when I think about my life…in living day to day
I like to think this is exactly…how I approach each day.
Whether in colorful clothes and hats…
whether on…of off the road…
I hope every day I am alive…
I am in tourist mode.
Oh Holy Night, all is calm, all is quiet, except for the tv playing to itself, if to keep a lonesome resident company, if to take place of a friend who never came.
Oh Holy Night, thus quiet town of New York Mills Minnesota, these lovely people whom are Gods Children yet they are alone each and every day..
Once were young vibrant sons, daughters, husbands wives who gave of themselves in our society with a friendly smile, hug, handshake, worked amongst us earning a good days wage, now only to sit alone, their once friendly face, now showing their age.
Truly HE taught us to love, His gospel is peace, why then should vitality living be home to these lonely souls, where are our servants of GOD to bring a cup of coffee, a card game, a manly chat about serving our country?
Oh Holy Night, tonight a baby was born, a sweet baby who would live amongst us to love us, bring us HOPE, why can’t we sit and hold their hands, be CHRIST to them if only for one hour?
A sweet Baby Jesus taught us to love one another, His law is love, and HIS Gospel is PEACE.. we too will be in their shoes, yet we are not to be seen next to their bed, Jesus would be with them, we must be HIS hands, FEET, pray with your feet..
What Child Is This who looks upon these lonely souls who took care of us when we were sick, now only have tv to keep them company?
Oh Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining, it is the night of the saviors birth, until He appears, let us Shine His Light upon these Souls, let them Hear The Angels voices..
The north woods forest
Brings voices with the first cold
Fall wind
Swirling chants, a pitch above the
Crisp wind, fill my ears
With Native American chants
I listen closely
Warnings best heeded
Of what's ahead
Drumming in the background
High-pitched shouts mixed
With victory chants
My spidey sense is on full
Alert
Strength fills my limbs
My boomerang sack is near
The door, must remember to bring my
Bullroarers
Thanking the wind before I throw
Tomorrow
Trusted old 'rangs
From makers long dead
Call out to me "I'm ready, old friend"
My left arm remembers
How to throw
My favorite booms remember
How to fly
They like fall
In
Minnesota
09/13/13
© All Rights Reserved
...happening today
She watched me tilt my head and look eyedrops into each eye and shuddered, saying "I can't do that" I looked at her in disbelief! She, recovering from her 3rd fall, same wrist broken twice, bravely isolated in a re-hab facility with that dead-air & feint chemical odor. My eyes, swollen with allergies following a 2-hr hike the previous first 50 degree day (turns out to be a sinus infection). Her excitement is childlike when I tell her I'm picking her up tomorrow (today) to go to therapy at the Minnesota Vikings Ortho facility! She will see all the snow has melted (save the dirty 20' piles from dump-truck drops) and I promised her lunch (she likes a tuna-salad sandwich & lemon meringue pie!) She knows this is bonus-time...she didn't hit her head when she fell...the stark truth left unsaid, her friend just passed 3-weeks after falling, hitting her head, blood on the brain. I will bundle her in my warm outing blanket and we will ease thru traffic not talking...
Words aren't needed
4/2/19
6:13 am
The Dakota Wars
Took their toll
Native Indians
Out of control
Five settlers were killed
Is what started it all
Little Crow declared
More would fall
This all happened
Many years ago
As the history books
And the records show
August 16th
1862
Treaty payments arrived
Truly due
But the fighting had started
Like i stated above
Settlers and Indians
There was rarely love
August 18th
1862
Little Crow on the warpath
Tensions grew
The Battle of Redwood Ferry
24 soldiers killed
Dakota war parties continued
How could relations build
At the battle of Wood Lake
1862
The Dakota surrendered
269, quite a crew
In Mid December
The trials were set
330 convicted
Their fate to be met
Lincoln commuted
Most of the above
Leaving 39
For the deathly shove
One was reprieved
Leaving 38
Confirming
Execution date
December 26th
1862
In Mankato, Minnesota
The 38 flew
To be with their ancestors
Fly on the wind
Chant with their spirits
In plea to rescind
The above date
Histories numeration
Is written as America's
Largest mass execution
9/11
And the Civil War
Two tragic tolls
Above the Dakota Wars
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It is snowing! It is snowing! It is SNOWING!
Three children I usually have to drag out of bed are heading for the front door.
I say “don’t forget your bookbags! Don’t you want breakfast?”
Mom, it’s SNOWING! Says the middle one. No school. Right?
I begin to laugh. This is Minnesota. We don’t cancel school here.
An abdominable snowman could be eating busloads of kids,
we would not cancel.
An avalanche could bury six cars on the school road.
We would not cancel.
MINNESOTA I remind them.
We used to live in California where they would cancel school for rain.
They begin grumbling, put their pajamas on, and try to feign illness.
Too late, I say. I saw how fast you got dressed and got those sleds out.
I hear grumbling all the way to the bus where other kids are yelling “Snow!”