Navaho Poems - Poems about Navaho

...Red cones on the blacktop August is a burning blanket. Dusty crows perch on long dead armadillos. The Chevys' air-con chokes up a warm blow. A Navaho in Ohio has phoned. he needs to talk abou......

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...navaho rainbow owl appear to me in my dreams show me my intended paths bring the people I need into my life you are my totem, my rock, my strength you bring me my power and my wealth I am i......

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...Claim the Skies Back Eastern Alleppo, weighed down like a ghetto Destroyed like Navaho By the unfathomably destructive deeds of a single generation Distorted venerations based on misinterpretat......

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...snail peeked out of his owner’s Navaho backpack where was his owner? They would be late for the geology test. He knew he had been dropped accidentally he began whistling......

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...The Holy Bible is a Journal. On the desk, and it's definitely not made of Mahogany, it's lightly-stained Oak. The blanket is Navaho. It's All Sacred. Those Impeccable Tribes of the D......

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...An energetic wedge of blue cranes doing mating dances entered into Little Bear’s dream state without warning Are they my totem? My spiritual advisors? My power animals? He believed in such things,......

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...Navaho woman gathers eagle feathers in a thoughtful way Understanding their mystical properties better than most The feathers invite ancestral spirits to gather their soul clan The resulting entic......

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...---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deliberately Flawed Makers of pottery, rug weavers too, from varied cultures- plan each design; create ......

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...I might have seen, (not on a movie or television screen), but had looked where the mind flickers when I am not there to block the view. In that place, where my dreams see through a dar......

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...He salutes the mountains Tehachapi to the west San Gabriel and San Bernardino to the south This is his rite of passage His coming of age How he’s yearned For his spiritual journey To become a......

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...Hang Over Reflections Last night a Korean friend from Virginia came for a two week visit He brought with him a 30-year Bottle of Ballentine whiskey. Of course, we must drink it and then we must......

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...Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, And the Sioux, Choking for a breath of life's sustaining air, Smothered beneath the white man's blanket. The beating heart of native drums, are ......

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... Wild horses, prairies, desert canyons, Native Indians, brush landscapes by 'Dean of Western Painters' known as Olaf Wieghorst. His contrast boldness, softened with light blended hues, st......

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...THE LAST STAND Where have all my people gone, the Navaho, Lakota, and the Sue, Smothered beneath the white man's blanket, Chocking for a breath of airs life's sustaining oxygen. The beating hea......

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...The Fox: 1. the blare of the horn snooty hooves of fire red coats... panting for my life 2. briar rabbit ears twisting in my angry grip... more tall tales are told ......

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