Tackled by a stutter murmur of Deus.
The praying ended and packed as threats.
Err, umm, uhh, were cliched by vomits.
Grasped all the needs and rusty flirts.
Prune back Sheoak! The cutest green pine.
Pity Sheoak no more green crown again.
Where are Quechua and Sherpa? They go.
Categories:
quechua, environment, nature,
Form: Kwansaba
What the Wit Wanted
Founding Father Benjamin Franklin
A stout wit with more than one chin
As our national symbol, he wanted the turkey
For he had yet to taste Native jerky
*Written January 22, 2019
For Andrea’s Educate Me with Humor - Leader Clerihew challenge
For enlightenment, I learned this:
Some say Native Americans made the first jerky (buffalo jerky) thousands of years ago, while others say an ancient Inca tribe called the Quechua made jerky as early as the 1500s.
Also, in the play "1776," there is a song called "The Egg." When Ben Franklin wants to make the turkey our national emblem, Thomas Jefferson suggests the dove to represent peace. Both men’s ideas are shot down when a more demanding John Adams suggests the eagle for its strength.
There is some contention surrounding Franklin's choice. In a 1784 letter to his daughter, however, Franklin explained that the bald eagle had a “bad moral character” and was a “rank coward” that merely steals from other birds.
Categories:
quechua, history, humor,
Form: Clerihew
I saw Mary in Peru
as pastel chalks skimmed over
a gray concrete sidewalk, felting the surface,
baby blues and pinks vibrated with naiveté.
The artist knelt
each stroke given in homage
to the Mother of all.
I see Mary.
The Quechua see
Pachamama, earth-time mother,
the oval shape of her beatific head
tilts as if she’s watching—
when as the dragoness she rises,
she shakes
the ground.
A son of Lima dressed the dreary gray day
with earth stone. Chalk forms Her breasts.
He prays. We are all children
at the feet of the Mother;
the celestial sun and moon were
birthed
from her loins.
I saw Mary as he drew with diligence.
I saw my mother and myself,
let all who birth be
praised.
First Published in About Place Journal Vol III Issue II
Categories:
quechua, beauty, birth, earth, faith,
Form: Free verse
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground.
The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.
From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds;
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere;
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones, now severe
from the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound.
Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds,
so, Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier--
mindful; the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds,
long gone are the conquers; all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound--
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground.
* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos
Categories:
quechua, spiritual, travel,
Form: Villanelle