Short Apache Poems

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Premium Member Apache Folklore

red mountain spirits
sacred beings sent to help
Apache people

the well-known trickster
coyote important too
in native folklore
Form: Senryu


Senior Moment

Hugh Hefner booked tickets out West
To discover whom God had blessed
One night at dinner
He saw the winner
Miss Apache Medicine Chest
Form: Limerick

Choctaw-Apache Pride

Halito

Follow the rythms of nature
Rise and retire with the sun
Enjoy life's journey
But leave no tracks

Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson

Dreams Stay Gold

Dreams land
In a pot of gold
When pink
Cherry blossoms unfold
Branches listen to
The blue voice
Of the Apache-sky 
Remember, dreams 
Stay gold

The Apache Gallop Pole

The most common subject of quips
Is a girl endowed with two blips
But under the covers
Gallop Pole discovers
Those girls can haul ass with their hips!
Form: Limerick


Apache Moon

An Apache hid out in Dragoon
Was revealed by the sight of his moon
In Judge Roy Bean's twang
Came, "By God, you'll hang!
You caused Lily Langtry to swoon!"
Form: Limerick

Premium Member three see his tender side

Wolf Heart has a noble soul
his tribe reveres him
Apache, Cherokee and Wyandotte fear him
only three see his tender side
his power animals and his wife Eagle feather

Premium Member Anger of the Wind

We Apache take owls in a storm as a warning
This owl was exceptionally fierce looking
I cringed, instantly thinking of death and destruction
I could hear the wind’s anger

Premium Member rainbow lake

rainbow lake had her own aura
shaman noticed the oranges and the blues
his Apache ancestors called for him to meditate
this was the lake of his grandfathers
Nirvana for his vision quest

Premium Member Little Flower Whisper

little flower whisper
fairy with attitude
apache born

recruiting braves in their sleep
rejuvenating their ideas of bravery
giving them directions

as fierce as any tribal chief
little flower whisper

Premium Member Spirit of America

Spiritual beings
Caretakers of land
Legends and stories
Lovers of children
Saviors of settlers

United States
Cherokee nation
The Paute Tribe
Crow and Lakota

Apache
Wyandotte
Mohaw tribe

Native
People

Home

Premium Member Thunderbird Princess

Thunderbird princess lives in her own truth
Aware of her many assets, shining her light,
Showing confidence and capability in all she does
Her words wise, her counsel sought by others
Revered and respected, a sky daughter of Apache

Premium Member Happening 24 Ear Candy

light
      dark
          all around,
where
          to run
where
          to hide.
Quick,
          look
             over there
run
run
haste
         haste away
then..
          wait..
safe at last

Inspired by Shadows 'Apache' YouTube clip
Form: Verse

Like an Apache helicopter

Like an Apache Warrior if you got a pussy I don’t chase it , I just say wait here , if you don’t like it don’t try it , put it in apartments like Catastrophe regardless if I’m pardon or presucuted, like electrocution, I thought it was lethal injection for Timothy Mcveigh

Premium Member what kind of parrot is he

what kind of parrot is he? We wondered, Chickasaw, Wyandotte or Crow?
His war paints of turquoise, pink, and yellow had been applied just so.
He was talking nonstop, but in tweets, whistles, and noises from a beak.
Possibly an Apache or one of those odd tribes south of east Chesapeake.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Beauty Parading Feathers

she wears feathers better than a peacock
More of them than a revered Apache chief
Feeling their strength, understanding they have flown
Their ancestry coaxes her to shine her light

She parades their beauty down the catwalk
Showing them off, as they show her off.
Other models gawk, appreciating her designs
Where everything is moving and fluttering

I Am a Living Tear That Flows

Why these tears?
What can they mean?
The pain I feel, it is the same,
whether or not it has a name.
I am a living tear that flows.

All the pain I feel today
Is just tomorrow’s yesterday.

I am a living tear that flows.
Why these tears?
What can they mean?
The pain I feel, it is the same
Whether or not it has a name.
 
              JVB     May 15, 2006 White Mountain Apache Reservation, Arizona
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I am an Apache Brave

I am an Apache brave, the preteen rat said.
He had always wanted to be one, this critter, Ed.
Why not a Wyandotte, an Osceola or a Sioux?
This confused the rat, who did not know what to do.

I guess any Indian culture in the USA will be okay.
For I am tired of being a preteen, Ed said right away.
You will still be a preteen, said his wise grandmother.
Don’t worry about it then, just get rid of my brother.
Form: Rhyme

Apache Kid Outlaw

He was rsised in New Mexico
and became feared more than Geronimo
The army enlisted  him as a brave
to track down other braves.
Accused of many crimes
he escaped many times.
He led many raids
with his four braves.
He didn't trust his tribe 
so he stayed on the outside.
People say he died
in a fight with soldiers
others say he died in his cave.
Even ranchers claim 
to have killed the brave
down in New Mexico way
after a raid.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Among Hills Apache Red

Among hills Apache red
Where damas and vaqueros
Built up a homestead
Past the mercados
And hills with a vague past
Running aside the mission 
Its white walls chaste
In the glow of the noontime sun 
Past a dreamy mountain range
And several places where in brief
There was a Butterfield stage -
Runs a highway through my life
And whether bathed by the sun
Or a cloud of headlight glare 
It continues to function
And remain my anchor.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Bring Back Neanderthal Man

     ~ 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
Form: Rhyme

Dream Weaver

Oh Great Dream Weaver
may the strands of hair 
be placed just so

While the fog settles down 
out in the fields hovering
ever so low

With wise hands just where 
to wind the leather
to know

How to entangle bad dreams,
caught upon your web
so away they go

Through the many intricate 
patterns and all the 
tiny little holes

Permit the good dreams 
to pass through and
take hold

Halito = Blessings to you in Choctaw-Apache
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson

Premium Member Shapeshifting Into a Red Tailed Hawk

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 Apache friends.
A bit of peyote put him into another realm.
He shapeshifted, becoming a red-tailed hawk.
He flew to the top of the mountain.
He felt adventurous and free, he had passion and strength.
He never wanted to come down.
Afterwards he knew he could meet any obstacle
Surmount any pinnacle.
It was more than enough.

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