Beauty Native American Poems

Beneath the Wolf’s breath,
rocks cradle my resting form.
Wild rice sways, whispers—
nature's soft secrets unfurl,
beauty bathed in dawn's light. 

Note: Wild rice growing at mouth of...

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Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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 (with nudity optional)


Not another effort from The Lefts bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise. 

I don't object to...

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EPIGRAMS IV

Improve yourself by others' writings, attaining freely what they purchased at the expense of experience.
—Socrates, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to...

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along the Kalapuya river
I lie in my sacred nest
where the great spirit comforts me and 
and song of the ancient ones confess
a simple love of...

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alas, used to not be alaska 
but russia, yet the people remained
borders moving across them like 
the northern lights something you 
don't feel the roar...

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Natives,  Adivasi, however we identify them,
They were there before we came, and took over their land from them,
We used them, displaced them, put a...

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a plume of smoke
forging trails echo
at river's edge
sacred drums linger
twinning a mystic story
tantalizing of truth...

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IV.
It was two years later, at age nineteen,
Reid was out checking new traps in a pond,
just his routine, when he heard a loud shout,
ran for...

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your eyes, black diamonds as dark and potent as your soul
your skin, the color of your sandstone mesas
your hair, a sacred silky, shiny, black mane
stranded...

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COUNTRY MUSIC IS ON:

There we go,
Flashing all the fever from my bones.
Now I'm grown,
Smiling with beauty as supposed;
That inspires so,
Because it's something that I've proposed.
I...

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there was never any need 
to sway from the bunkers 
that evening the way the tall 
pines swayed mastering 

my innermost self to a tiny...

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              Beige , wide brimmed straw hat.
     ...

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The more we walk in unspoiled nature…the more we hear her sounds and see her sights…the more and more we realize the Native American’s had...

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When I awoke this morning
The sunny scape was grand
I realized I'm squatting here 
On someone else's land

Someone who for centuries 
Had roamed this vast terrain
Mostly...

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