Long Papoose Poems

The Great Falls of the northern Plains is actually a chain of five seperate waterfalls
varying in height and majesty extending over 12 miles,
they also confirm that the right river was chosen,
we had hoped that the...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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I have grown old and twisted with all my living;
my limbs gnarled and arthritic,
my skin rough, sometimes peeling,
turning dark beneath the sun.
Bunions and corns decorate my feet.
What a life I have lived!

In my youth, young...

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When Papoose Shot Cat Horn Haiku 

when problem with papoose
from neck have to remove noose
had to declare truce

when tired while shot
temptation off will have fought
killing cat had not

when tired while hot
would rather not sleep on...

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roast beef (rare) had looks beyond compare
his face was rosy and blush
without a trace of stubble or gristle
he was suave and clean
a beef lovers dream
hard and lean        ...

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I was renowned as Chief Buffalo Chips, a great leader of many tribes.
I was given that pathetic name by my father resulting in a heap of gibes.
But with a name like his, Chief Tater Chips,...

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Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.

Domestic snits could be shortened dramatically with a fruit juice truce,
Though kids keep on playing...

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I got my squaw pushing out another papoose
I'm trying to increase my monthly government revenue
There is a sister soon to deliver number three
She is doing it out of greed, fear and love for me
A little...

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'Tis fascinating to read epitaphs that upon stones are etched;

Some are rather appealing, some are tragic, others a bit far-fetched!

'Neath this stone lie at peace a husband and his wife
She a Republican-He a Democrat-both now...

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A Short Indian Tale

I look out of my window
As my leaves blow across the lawn
Some go into my neighbors yard
I laugh, lean back and yawn.

We seem to be now having 
An extended Indian summer
Dec 4...

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A vision legendary among Native Americans...
glimpse her in your mind’s eye
   young Shoshone woman
       with a papoose on her back
   stands on a precipice
 ...

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"... the land of the free"
well, not really ...
there is property tax, payroll tax, 
federal tax, state tax, gas tax,
sales tax and you will go to jail for ...
loitering.
No standing idly around on
Your Free Land.

"......

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*Image of Algonquian Papoose by Wikipedia.


Algonquian Papoose


A tribal warrior searching for want
The great abyss secures the tale
A hawk dives down to retrieve what is lost
Returns without, it was a fail.


Pursues the quest, perchance a dove...

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A porcupine, when threatened, will
Let loose upon his foe a quill
Or actually, I have a hunch
That he’d release a giant bunch.

I always knew about that use
But never knew that a papoose
Could find what every baby...

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If I were an angel, I'd grant 
the Asian infant freedom 
and a halcyon wind,

infuse the Native American
papoose with ancestral pride,

give the African baby nuru,
the light of understanding,
a potent shield in a harsh world,

and bring...

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I once lived in an Iowan county called Appanoose.
Yes, there were women and babies, called the little Papoose.
We drank lemonade, coffee, tea, and some carrot juice
Nothing exotic like escargot, or salmon mousse

Our lives were so...

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Just a big overgrown kid, my Bruce
Wanting to hit the road and vamoose
Dreams of conducting a caboose
Go all the way up to Toulouse

Bruce refuses to grow up, what’s the use
He can rhyme off one of...

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One day,
I woke up and jumped 
on my new blue English bicycle,
the outside rushed upon me,
crisp and fired up with that final fierce snap of autumn.
The garden state, awaiting it's signal from winter, 
sounded the...

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Wrapped like a papoose
In those dark, damp 
Fog shrouded nights,
I can feel you whisper 
“We will meet again.”
And this time you’re showing off,
Your translucent skin
Glistening in the moonlight 
Like an unending sheet of
Silken eternity.
Do you...

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