Long Red clay Poems

I've lived in Idaho before they turned our state sideways to resemble a gun
Seen lively conversation stop midsentence aftering catching a glimpse      Of the sun

Yeah and some may say we...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine...

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Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams,
Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's,
books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "...

To thee of beaming sun, virgin...

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When I was a youth the earth was our friend, as it was our means of escape.  We would run and chase each other across great distances, far away from the confines of home...

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RED

               Red light :                 Red...

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Unseen forces like real native spirits
in red clay cliffs who show painted faces.
Singing songs echoed in faint voices:
tattered tribes, shamed souls, sacred spaces.
Hidden hurts of primitive peoples
have effects that only time erases.

Unseen forces from privileged...

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Who will weep for my noble prince? Who will cry
With belly swollen with sorrow, and tears long
As the Black River? Who will hear the clouds sigh
And turn black over red clay, and being strong
Not feel...

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Deep in the piney woods
A call beckons across the branch
A call that isn't animal nor human
A call that makes your hair stand alert and skin prickly from fright!

The light of the full moon awakens the...

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Red Man's Pain
By Linda Hays-Gibbs
Why is it not mine?
The black earth
Or the red clay kind
The swamp or mountain high
All the places where my  grandfathers lie
They used to roam free with the buffalo and deer
Before...

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It’s good to be a cowboy,
just ask my old friend Dane,
who spends his days riding
across the Texas plains,
working for a big ranch,
he cuts, lassos, and herds,
brings them in at round-up,
brands them all in turn.
Works out...

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All is red in Birstay
city of red clay
We throw it all day long
and sing a merry working song
In rhythm with the wheel

Once a month merchants come
to make trades, 
on the way 
to the Kings market...

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I remember him as if it 
were yesterday, picking black 
berries for his mom’s cobbler pie.
He was bare foot with a dirty 
shirt and frayed blue jeans;
if you want to call them blue.
His hair dingy...

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Picturesque holy visions nature’s lands
Horizontal those the views
Elongated greens, mid color trees hands green
Bodies’ trunks grey, black and brown vibrant m
Upper tier skies written painted moving whites dots
On blue stationary canvas
Beauty sounds the tweet carries...

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There are secrets to be uncovered in the rain forest
Something mushrooming from a medicine tree.
What goes on in the woods, and Jungles? -
While we hustle -- bustle.

Pacing the pavement like ants...
Never to become one with...

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STRIKE! "STRUCK" A COVER IS BLOWN...
GAME UP!~

WHAT'S UP??? 

MY AWARENESS... MY ENLIGHTENING...
BEING IN THE DARK IS FRIGHTENING, WOULDN'T YOU SAY, "I'LL SAY!" WHEN IN THE COMPANY OF MASKED PRETENDERS, WHO INITIALLY EXPRESS, TO IMPRESS...
OH SO...

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A while back I left meaning
At the river bank of seeming
And gathered myself to trust
Dark and light
I learned how to fight
By giving my faith to LOVE

He took me deep and wide
Cleaning all I longed to...

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When Katrina came calling,
Lady Blues brought some 
Miami Hurricane bad news
Green Dolphin Street pain parade
went Mardi Gras wind marching
down to the delta swamp of Nawl ‘Leans
And the lewd crowd’s demonic gust marlin friend, 
Flippa,
was cyclone...

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Back to the jungle once again
A long journey has come to an end
Over the clouds, through the hills
and down the river I have came
Everything is a little different
But somewhat the same
 
Here lie a people...

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I know I've been here in this afternoon
4: 10 P.M.
Like lubricated clockworks in a perpetual machine
My life returns to this brown earth blue sky
Pressed in between the distance
And the silence and the cries of crows
Who...

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I look upon a dam today
That nature didn't build
The water wasn't gentle
As the rocks will soon reveal

The danger it is producing
From rain and melted snow
Has caused problems to others
Where the river flows below

The rocks that...

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I’m a hate by-product,
made in America

I’m a plantation commodity item,
blue-eye gem slave engraved 
in red clay walls Ivory bank vaults

I was silver dross reject packaged:
Prison cargo bar code stamped 
coming to America

There’s no doubt about...

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(A Cento Poem) Title from Emily Dickinson

When swords were bright and steeds were prancing          	 Miniver Cheevy
and the fire-wood glowed knife-edge     ...

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Dressed in green, plants and trees grow
Roads of red clay, joining paved highways
Dry and dusty, wet and muddy 
Walking shops, sleeping vendors
Basket of fruits, bin of vegetables
Mother of foods, server of nations

Flocked Churches, packed Mosques...

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You can hear the whisper of rain in the breeze
feel it in your bones, taste it on your lips
feel it on your skin, Please Dear God hear a prayer for rain...

The parch earth thirst for...

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In the red clay hills of Georgia KING was born and raised;
He was taught to love the Lord and to follow His ways.
As he laid down his life for the people...his friends,
And marched through the...

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