Passion Native American Poems

Wandering aimlessly, above the broad banks 
of sordid bliss, within the creative hours 
while my muses dance, throughout this 
great galaxy dangling, upon my every...

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I long to dance and chant around the orange crackling fire in front of my tribe, the Sioux
Hot humid July night.
Sweat and passion.
Kick up the...

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John was invited to participate in the sweat lodge ceremony.
You may or may not experience your vision quest.
He had no preconceived ideas but enjoyed his...

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Someone once said, 

        "If opportunity doesn't knock, 
         build...

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I always said that when I die,
I would love to return as a butterfly.
One with yellow, velvet dominions,
Fragile and lofty pinions.

I confused freedom of flight,
With...

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Hum hey uhh

Hum hey uhh


Where have you been?

Have you left me again?

I have been lonely in the crowd

I have been so quiet out loud


Hum hey...

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Opening a new 2019 calendar,
January unveils an Arctic Wildlife Refuge view 
of glaciered mountains
behind a frozen river
surrounded by bedrocks
grey and bleak black
and rusty brown.

The Wilderness...

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it's always been a mystery 
why i am so moved day or night 
at the sound of native drumming 
when loudly my heart thumps in...

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Dear Green Party, International

I suppose we don't actually have an international Green Party,
or even much of a national Green Party in the U.S.
where our religious...

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Let them see,
Indigenous blood.
Overlook all madness
Let them see the partial son
Rise with pride, not sadness
If you gave,
My face their eyes,
A trait by shape,
And fashion,
Let them...

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Raven cries out,
Listen, and listen well.
The darkness holds the answers,
Where the great mystery dwells.

Owl screeches loudly,
Warning, warning beware.
The truth is not obvious,
Seek it out if...

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Mornings fade into evenings, evenings slip into nights.
Day colors spill from their pails, then seep into
valleys, wind caves and shale.

The Painted Desert bleeds into a...

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"One who does not know
really knows,
and one who knows
really does not know."
Laotse

Squirrel medicine
under-stands external relations
economies
of stimulus leads to response
leads to ever competitively hoarding stimulus,
toward ever...

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I am the Gaillardia Pulchella 
Dressed in gold and deepest red 
I'm the flash of color that you see 
When everything else looks dead 

I...

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Who am I, I'm the freedom warrior,
Lost amongst liberation’s imagination,
Wings outstretched to the winds of thought.
A captured victim, of poetic inspiration, 
Dwelling forever within the...

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