~ An Eight-Line Treatise on 'Settler Colonialism' ~
The Apache beat up on the Cheyenne
and the Iroquois on the Sioux
Mohawks ‘mohawked’ the Mohicans
Aztecs turned the Cree into stew …
Now Europeans are called ‘settler colonialists’
but who does America really belong to
Probably Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon man
~ dispossessed by Indians too
Categories:
mohawks, america, history, irony, language,
Form: Rhyme
3 Senryu and a few Limericks
an eerie shadow
a hand touches my shoulder
....a double parked broom
shrieks in the graveyard
skeletons in the moonlight
.....a timpani of old bones
arched backs and Mohawks
claw marks and a hissy fit
......broom stick rumble seat
The Corona virus mask
creates a Halloween task
how to eat candy
even when handy
the same problem exists for dad's flask
The witches and ghoulies are running late
rushing with potions to seal our fate
if it gets much sicker
I'll just use the clicker
and move to a colorless state
John G. Lawless
10/9/2020
Categories:
mohawks, halloween,
Form: Senryu
(This poem is a lightly satirical look back in history at what
was known as the Boston Tea Party)
Something's brewing on the Dartmouth
"Are those Mohawks that we see."
No, but over-taxed colonists crying
"Wake up and smell the tea."
England taxed her colonies monies
Which they could ill-afford
So they had a 'tea off' party
Dumping tea bags overboard.
England did not heed that warning
Her far away nostrils could not smell
How the tea did brew and simmer
On Boston's waters as they swelled.
Swelling high on tides of freedom
That only fate could see
But too late for dear old England
To wake up and smell the tea.
RETA PRUITT
August 21, 2016
Categories:
mohawks, history, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Kateri Tekakwitha –
the follower of Dekanawida.
Woman of supernatural events,
even during her earthly life.
Strange are your ways, oh Lord.
Many from your house are getting lost
and many strangers become
your adapted children.
She offered herself to the heart of Jesus
as atonement for the unbelief
of her people and that Lord God
be received by Indigenous of America.
Categories:
mohawks, philosophy,
Form: Verse
Catfish hashed halibutt steaks bloodied red rare...
Nothin' more to eat-I really don't care or give a
dam. No-no-no more mistakes, Sir Sam i am
Don't give a dam flim flam.Hidey Howe and away
we must flee and a'go-go.Paint huffin' kids are
dumb-asses at best...They could'nt take a test
without failin' or pass.Kids now'a days are spoiled
to the centered core...Their rear ends should be
spanked till tender and sore. Green, orange, pink
or blue over length spiked mohawks is what these
attention starved brats of today wear...The parents
should show them they really care, Not have
complete strangers constantly stare.
What is so neat 'bout wearinf rings in eyebrows
or a nose? This only makes them resemble
a mexico's bulls.Whats so wrong with bein'
the norm? Why look strange and ugly like on
this planet you shouldda never been born?
Hippoty hopp, hippoty hopp...Who can be
the worst looking slob?
Categories:
mohawks, food, nature, planet,
Form: I do not know?