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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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Andalusian Cadance
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By: Kavaller Baritone
Fach, I refused to speak her name
the aquiver of her acceptance of me
halted my ability to reposition myself
to center my own ambitions.
I faulted where I should have been more
Concerned to the complications of task.
The competitive posturing between both Alto
and Fach was legendary due to the quality
of there works.Positive tensions gave way to
the male like cockiness which only inflated the
already huge ego's of both these divas.
I still needed to recreate the sounds which
would be sound to the octaves that these well
renowed divas would perform to.
The males were as egotistical as the females.
Keeping there personalities separate from doing
there work. From negation to a successful negotiation, I had agreed to keep separate male and
female, due to past histories. The Fach and Baryton -Martin were lovers who couldn't define either engagement or Betrothalment, due to other people's
lack of interest.
Disconsonance and a lack of involvement had us worried that we were spending to much time on the lyrical side when the sound needed to be made perfect . The Ostinato needed work and our conductive-mastroistic positioning ,had found himself overly concerned over watering down a successful product rather then soothing edges with better quality stylings and musicians that wish for successful interactions.
Trying to sound saged, someone spoke of people's commitment to success, caused a heated discussion about things that had nothing to do with our togetherness.Til completion might we be professionals!
28/10/11(home)
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)
Behold! unto me it will ever so cling,
Often wonder why it lingers on with me,
Untold, it is to make the church bell ring,
Akin to a dark shadow it owns the locked key.
Reflect I practiced every morn for sure,
Pondered much I for every need,
Pure Thought, me knew was the only cure,
For now all that is put forward is pure deed.
Content am I with my present self,
Away has travelled the devlish reign,
Calm is my mind content in itself,
Dark thoughts they say I must abstain.
Every morn ,now it awaits for me,
To a cool breeze and a warm smile,
And when I look out so green is the tree,
My life I feel has just begun to be worthwhile.
I learnt to let my arms float in the air
And let the rush flow with the wind
Cause I was so focused on being great
Putting pressure on myself that I was close to breaking
So when I stretch my hands out
I let go of all the tensions in me
And learn to go with the flow
And bid by the timing of the waves of mother nature
Cause I was always setting sail when the winds were low
Thinking I can just propel myself into the ocean
Forgetting that there's something bigger than me
Something that opens my mind open to unbox my potential
So when I stretch my hands out
I unload the burden onto the winds
So that for once I feel lighter as I came
Not heavy dragging the crate that my mind came in
And in that moment with nature
I learnt to soar above the struggles
And to always have new air in my lungs
So that even when I'm drowning, I've got enough air to push through
The PO£T
Imagine if you could travel through time
Choosing any era to explore
What time in history would interest you?
Mine would be nineteen thirty-four
Why, you ask, would I choose that year
From all the great epochs in time
Just wondering how my parents survived
The market crash of twenty-nine
Another era that's interested me
Is the late fifties when I was wed
I remember it was quite scary back then
Nuclear war was hanging over our heads
But here we are in the twenty-first century
With these gadgets and amazing inventions
The world hasn't become any friendlier now
We still have the same old tensions
Perhaps if I live a hundred more years
Nations will have stopped waging war
I know, I know, you can call me a dreamer
Can't be any worse than before
Do you know my answer to all of this
Keep on giggling your whole way through
Sing happy tunes and tell funny jokes
A little loving wouldn't hurt too!
Joyful songs are started to be sung,
Sorrows of the year long sunk.
Youths in their full spirits lifted
Time coming for the gifted.
Christmas is fast around the corner
Roaming merrily leaving the burner.
Children playing happily in the streets,
A much needed sigh of relief, breathes.
Cookies, candies and cakes one bakes,
Some make snowmans in the midst of snowflakes.
Carols-a-sing along the lanes
Plans-a-make with friends, fusing brains.
The winter wind blows a cold breeze,
Which is followed by a child's sneeze.
Merry folks gather from far and near,
To share the joy with all those dear.
The cold weather seemingly turns warm,
For happy faces gathers in swarm.
Sweet blissful music fills the air,
The warmness of Christmas with everyone to share.
Greetings heartily begins to be exchanged
Parents no more in their sorrows drenched.
No more sadness in any eye,
To all troubling tensions, bye!
In our scientific
secular
sometimes ecological
paradigms
We speak
and feel monocultural solitude
versus polycultural amplitude
Colonizing internal dry complexities
versus creolizing moist outside chaos
decomposing uncreative tensions
lack of creative intentions
Meanwhile,
within our gospel choirs
sacred
systematically theological
polytheistic
and polyphonic
transubstantiating polynomially
equipoised poetic
polytheistic paradigms
expressing timeless robust resonance
as prescience
We feel panentheistically hopeful
while actively listening
feeling especially for polyculturing Beauty
balancing
straight white forefathers'
monotheistic trust
and, possibly, monopolistic lust
for anthrosupremacist Truth
Together
creolizing healthy integrity
rather than colonizing wealthy competitions
These recreative therapeutic co-intentions
co-relations
co-investments
co-operations
co-peak memories
of sweaty sweet co-passions:
Immanently felt
politically empowering
and lawful
and eminently awesome
and hopefully not laboratoried
experimental awful
AND transcendently experiential
macro-economic green cost-aversive theories
for micro-health/wealth effective-attractive
and ethical peak neurosensory experience
Revolving global peace gospel
evolving through local justice restoring
secular laboratories
repurposing sacramental health
and wealth-thrival
indigenous enlightenment
More bang
for bucks
who give
a...
within
and without
our scientific and noetic
secular and sacred
sometimes ecological
sometimes more theological
nature-spirited
paradigms
and circular rhymes.
I jumped on my bike as fast as i could
but not fast enough, it did me no good
The bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough
laughing all the while he quickly knocked me on my duff
Rubbing grass in my mouth, slapping me in the face
him laughing at me, me feeling so disgraced
He punched me so hard then left me crying on the ground
I slowly stood up, was there no one else around?
I gathered up my books and jumped on my bike
and pedaled straight home mustering all of my might
"What happened to you, son?" Mom was the first to see
I cried as I replied "i got beat by a bully!"
"I'm so sorry for you son, I'm so sad that you were harmed"
just then my dad walked in and immediately looked alarmed
Dad quickly asked me "Son, did you give him back the same?"
I sheepishly said "no" re-experiencing the shame.
Dad just stared awhile then said "I don't like what you're becoming.
Next time you better fight, give the bully what he's got coming!
First you punch him in the stomach then you hit him in the face
He won't hurt you any more, when you put him in his place!"
i slowly nodded as he left, Mom quickly gave my cheek a kiss
"I'm so proud of you son for not fighting with your fists
The Lord's servant doesn’t fight but should be gentle instead"
"Yes ma'am" i quickly said as conflicting counsel twirled round my head
The next 5 years when tensions flared i was a gentle talker
but as a bully approached my sophomore year i threw him against his locker!
Thank you Mom and Dad!
***
October 26, 2019
F T I series 9 childhood
Brian Strand, sponsor
It appears the deeper we dig in the soil,
The foundation becomes clear about deceit.
As reinforcing rods look to be twisted,
Around all this compromised concrete.
Can the true nature be found in the footings,
That support this structure, constitutional?
While the layers have been crushed & compacted,
Leaving partisan levels to the judicial.
This search involves difficult fact-finding,
Tearing down walls with its demolition.
Where multiple efforts have progressed,
Seeking any fault to unearth by prosecution.
The finished product can hopefully resolve,
Massive tensions that are seen above ground.
While these cracks in our legal foundation,
Can be repaired to keep democracy sound.
There is always a way, the optimist says,
Yet the creak of life’s tensions groan low,
They shadow the quake that the floor he walks makes,
And the air as it travels says so.
See the mist pale & thick,
It caresses each tip, every leaf, every needle and frond,
He smiles a wide smile at a metallic knell
Like sweet chiming bells,
Speaking scenes to his minds inner eye.
The paleness surrounds like great steam clouds,
Then a strong rasping sound cuts in with a short rhythmic note,
He sees a blue breaking through, the white tendrils grow few,
he gazes on grey shining ribbons of track
With a curve running clean through fields of sage green.
Wheat silos by pale gold hay stacks.
Then with curses and clumps the foreman climbs up and
Hauls another rasping board to his stage,
“Hey grab hold of this mate! You’re making us late”,
As a bucket of clamps clatters down!
So with a spanner in hand he re-joins the gang,
And puts his hand to a galvanised pole,
It’s cold and damp to his grip, and he feels his heart dip,
As he thinks on the way life now goes,
Lost in terraces grey while for hours he slaves,
So far from his Wichita home,
With his quiet English wife and two children besides,
And too soon, into a day nursery they'll go.
But dear God in heaven the sign said 7 to 7,
Is that the start to a balanced home life?
© Joe Maverick 2010