Long Wisconsin Poems
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The sun receded quietly on a relaxing siesta, as
Calm clouds of the mid-afternoon smiled henced,
The beat of the drums provideth dancing rhythm
As she moved in pure elegance with harmony, to
A style of danced buoyantly bouncing in melody.
Crafted beadworks accented her warmth charm,
Under her delicately brown-jeweled moccasins
The grass provideth such a natural cushion,
As Angular unique flexings of her gentle knees
Resonated like an eagle’s stealthy landing
Quietly in its nests with an eye on a nice prize.
She tingled as the sound of bells jingled
Sending pure melodic rhythm to ears—many!
Whilst she turned in an elegantly slow motion
Fringes from her shawl swayed air of warmth.
The balls of her feet moved in slight degrees as
Her heels touched Mother Earth softly in harmony,
She smiled as the judges watched intently. Like
A graceful dove she floated with precision—uniquely!
Her buckskin regalia trimmings—so singed softly!
As she danced in the sunset evening's twilight;
She created an energetic circle of life’s fire
Yet, never raised her ceremonial feathered fan,
Whilst in clear focus emerged from the dance
Regal styles of proud cultural Native heritage
A contrastingly exquisite fine female figure
Arousing sights in the soft evening’s twilight,
Dispelling the uncertainly to even look twice,
Elegantly noble and much marvelously nice:
She was naturally—First Woman!
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Written During Oneida Nation Annual 2010
Independence Weekend Pow-wow Celebration
Host Drummers – Bear Creek
Oneida, Wisconsin, Bordering Green Bay
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Won Honorable Mentioned Prize
Images Contest
Sponsored by Frank Herrera
7/15/10
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I try to view each and every day
As if I were looking at it
Through Rose Colored Glasses.
I try to view things not as empty
But as mostly more than full
I try to see opportunites in all things
I try to be open to the world.
I try to see the radiant sunshine poke through
All the dark clouds in the sky.
I try to hear the good in all things
Even in a pack of lies.
I try to see all the hidden reasons
Why we can't always get what we want
That there are reasons for the why's in everything
Even if things don't turn out in the ways that we thought.
I always strive to do better...
Knowing that I someday
I might possibly win.
I try to never give up hope
Thinking that there could always be a day
When my long awaited ship
might come sailing in.
I try to love all people
Even those who are not kind
They may be living with hurts of their own
I try hard not to ever mind.
I always want to live my life
With a pair of Rose Colored Glasses on my face
They will make all the good things seem even better
They will make all the bad things seem Okay.
(December 27, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Apache, the Ndee, "the people" of Arizona and other States
Blackfoot, the Siksika, whose painted red faces we can relate
Cheyenne, the Tsitsistas, meaning relatives of the Cree
Dakota Sioux, the Dakota, meaning little snakes in Ojibwe
Euchee, or Yuchi, are the "children of the sun"
Fox, the Meskwaki, eventually native to Wisconsin
Gros Ventre, strangely named "big belly" by the French
Huron, with their above allies left many a tribe wrenched
Inuit, the Eskimo, this tribe with the snow
Juaneño, from the Sunshine State around Orange and San Diego
Kickapoo, with their linguistic code, unique called "whistle speech"
Lakota, like the Dakota, speak with similar tongues they teach
Mohawk, "People of the Flint" from upstate New York
Navajo, is now the most spoken, where extinction has not gone berserk
Ottawa, "the traders" their name lives on in their City
Potawatomi, "fire keepers" one hundred speakers, my hearts in pity
Qwulhhwaipum, "the prairie people from beyond the mountain range"
Ryawas, by the Missouri River where they no longer reign
Shawnee, meaning "southerner" were a far ranging tribe
Tonkawa, "they keep together" but only a few still reside
Ute, of Colorado and Salt Lake valley fame
Victorious the ones who remain to this day, whilst the V has no name
Wiyot, and its last native speaker, died in 1962
X, xenophobic they would be, to the ancestors of me and you
Yavapai, from Arizona, are the "people of the sun"
Zuni, like all the tribes above, fell victim to the white mans gun.
She really knows herself...
She really knows herself...
She really knows herself
Through and through...
She really knows what it is...
What it really, really is...
What it really, really is
What it is that she wants...
She wants what's strong and true.
She really, really knows...
She really, really knows...
What it is that she needs...
She really knows what she needs...
She really, really needs
What it is that she knows
That she wants.
He is the one that she sees...
That she really, really sees...
He is the one that she knows that she needs...
She wants his intellect...
She wants his strength of mind...
She shares his love of words.
She knows that he really, really IS...
That he trully, trully IS...
A Veritable One of a Kind.
And so she watches him
She tracks him down...
She sets her sights on him.
It's the shot heard round the world.
(November 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
It always used to be
that I looked forward
to the coming years...
and alll it seems like I am doing now
is marking time...
marking time...
As the clock marches on
to the beat of its own drum
and my heart now seems to be
strangely out of beat
and it seems that I'm not living...
I am only marking time
Minutes mark the hours
and hours equal days...
Days turn in to weeks...
weeks are adding years
and my soul is shedding tears
for all of my lost time.
It seems that I'm not really living...
I am only Marking Time.
(November 14, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I went to Georgia without my bonjo in my hand
I knew it would be great after I landed and took a stand
I told them my name and they asked, "What's your fame?"
I reached for my muse and turned it loose like a goose
They straightened their ties and said “O’ me, O’ my!”
“We made a mistake about this poetic rhyming guy!”
Someone handed me a bonjo and they all joined the tango
My muse had its way and we had a wonderful stay
As we departed for home they started to sing,
“Hurry back poet, may your muse give you wings!”
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 12/31/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
I leave little Breadcrumbs...
Scattered here and there...
Sometimes left as obvious
Sometimes left without a care.
Clues to what I think about
Clues to where I've been
Clues to where I used to live
Clues to former sins.
Clues to all the things I love
Clues to the one's I used to love
Clues to what I dream about
Clues to what I think is High Above.
Clues to my hidden "Inner" self
That no one ever gets to see
Clues to help you understand
Both the Best and Worst of "me."
And so if you follow these little breadcrumbs
They'll lead you straight down my path to see
You'll come to understand what I am all about
You'll begin to understand what makes up "me."
You'll be able to see what's on the inside
Of the outside of what others perceive
You'll really get to know and love
All of the special things that are unique to what is "me."
I am not a simple person
I am not easy to understand
I am deeper than the oceans
I am made of many grains of sand.
I like to fly above the clouds
I like to sail across the seas
I like to feel my inner fire's flames burn bright
Fanned by the fuels of life's strong breeze.
I like to grow things from the earth
I like to plant knowledge from wisdom's seeds
I want to know the wheres and whys and whens
For what drives our Karmic Zen.
I have a love for beautiful things
Both current and from Eras long before
I am not afraid to try anything
I am not afraid to step through any door.
I am a work in progress
I keep growing and changing every day
I am not the kind of person
To always stay the same.
I have a thirst for music
I have a love of all earthly sounds
I have a hunger for a larger life
That supercedes these earthly bounds.
I have a desire to love and be loved
To feel that Passion from within
To someday meet the one who will complete me
Who will love me to my end.
And so if you follow my little Breadcrumbs
You could become a part of my life
You could end up being my lifelong friend
Or we could fall in love and be husband and wife.
(December 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
The serious Train De-railment in Ohio has led to toxic Phosgene and other toxins to be burned into the air. Phosgene known for use in World War 1 and killed at least 100,000. Now, wildlife, household pets, chicken, cattle and many fish are dying. Toxins are in the Ohio River that supplies drinking water to millions. This very serious situation is not getting the proper attention of the government or the main stream media
Update: Fema has said they will not help Ohio because houses were not destroyed!! Now, a man took a stick and stirred the stream water and every color imaginable surfaced from the toxins. On video. A parking lot of dead birds was found 350 miles away in Lexington KY. On video. The governor claims the DOD advised the burn of toxins from the train cars. Large plume still moving at 1mph toward West VA. I may need to write a blog about this. Very serious.
Update 2/19/23. A resident from the area reported seeing no wildlife at all. Another person reported from outside the area, seeing toxic rain on the windshield. Just like I thought. The large toxic plume is traveling slowly 1 mph. It is reported to be heading Northeast. Please check your streams and stir water to see if colored toxins surface. Also, please look at wildlife. Both these things will indicate toxins in the area.
Update: 7/2/24: Since this poem, toxins reached my yard ...with the snow over 500 miles from where they deliberately burned the chemicals. It sickened my dog and I, completely changing my life. The soil at my home was tested and proven to have the toxins from the train derailment. Also , orange slime landed on my tree in the rain and tested positive for Benzene. I documented everything. I wrote many poems and blog posts too. My dog died just recently after suffering and fighting to live. I have now lost my home too. The Govt did a huge cover up after they had approved the burn of the chemical filled train cars. But recently Wisconsin researchers including weather experts came out with evidence the toxins reached 16 US states in the rain and snow. This has been the biggest chemical disaster in US history. A travesty for many.
acid rain will fall
toxic chemicals in air
silence now deadly
Heidi Sands
2/14/23
From the bowels of
The Pyramids
Like the spinning drip of an
Atomic molecule
She rose above
Sizzled my soul
With sweet sensations of love
Ah, Isis, godess of magic and fertility
melted away my icicles
With flamed passion of fire
Satisfied those touching thoughts
Once buried and lost as desires
Enlightened essence of fragrance
Such a mummy was I
Until she unwrapped my light
Unleashed such sensationally
Spectacular splitting sparkles
Now awakened!
Transformed from tomb to life
Aphrodite godess of love
Who send thoughts
From a floating cloud
Motivated her to
Passionately touch
As Apollo god of poetry and music
Released My mystical muse
Stimulated souls’ sensations
Snow melted by fire
Needless,
I articulate more…
But tonight, I will
Belly-up to the bar
Brightly blushing
While whispering:
“Ein anderes Bier bitte!”
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 6/15/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019
Photigraphs
Wow, a trip through time!
My Mom and Dad, so dear and young!
Me, in an ancient buggy, big and strong.
Have you seen, you, the Poet on a tricycle?
And family parties, where women wore dresses not pants.
Furniture, beautiful and delicate, pristine lamps?
Amazing to see families at church functions.
Priests, invited and welcomed at special dinners.
Not just for last rites or “ Extreme Unction.”
Picnics, oh, even then, we were dressed well.
And small amusement parks, holding Grandpa’s hand.
In my day, this country was so beautifully loved.
Parades were as frequent as a sunny, summer dawn.
I see myself, friends, family waving the American flag.
We wore red poppies to honor veterans!
Sliding down hills on snowy Wisconsin hills.
And summers at Chicago’s,Lake Michigan.
WWII was at its height!
Soldiers so handsome in uniforms,going off to fight.
Many, never came back.
They died to keep America whole and bright.
We had Victory Gardens, to grow our foods.
And had blackouts that scared me.
No light nor match could be seen.
And Air-Raid wardens...To protect us all.
Those precious days, pictures in black and white only.
Many men never did come back, their wives so lonely!
These pictures are the America,that lives in my heart.
To honor, to cherish, to love this land.
And to honor her till I die!
Never to depart!
5/9/2022
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