Short Cherokee Poems
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bare bleached bones shining
vapored vision of verglas ~
horned owl screeches surge
(February Full Moon – Cherokee)
pink head salmon
leap from the
bright river currents of
the Cherokee River and
flop into the hollow mouth
of the black grizzly bear
At the rising sun they came,
driving us from our homeland.
Miles and miles our people limped.
The weakened ones fell.
For the "Miles" contest
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
A journey they seek
Now forcibly evicted ~~
Generations past ¬
Everlasting memories
Follow the Cherokee Trail ~~
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There is a Cherokee proverb…a blessing
to which I now give voice:
When you were born, you cried
and the world rejoiced.
Live your life so that when you die
the world will cry
and you'll rejoice.
A sinner in search of salvation
Discovered the Cherokee Nation
So many look white
The fit was just right
What white man needs a reservation?
* BIA= Bureau of Indian Affairs
aka "Bossing Indians Around"
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
I must bid you adieu
In just three languages will do
Donadagohvi--Cherokee
Adios--Spanish you see
Goodbye--English the language of you and me.
(Ado means busy, noisy bustle etc. Hear I mean I am saying goodbye but I am busy.)
Form:
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 see my Cherokee,
Amid my given blackness.
Hi Yo, Silver...says, the Lone Ranger
When Tonto, gets deep into danger
From his tongue of Cherokee
He yells out "kemosabe"
Then they smoke peace pipes in the manger
Limerick 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
1-28-2019
(99779 syllable count)
There's a Cherokee
Rose that's growing in
Georgia, that's planted
In the richest moist soil
Blooms are showy white
In spring time, thanks
For all your toil
Waxy green leaves
All the summer
Deep red hips
With seed for
The birds, please
Bloom now
Autumn
Rose
Russian--Dosvidaniya
Spanish--Adios
Arabic--Elalleqa
Persian--Khodaahaafez
Cherokee--Donadagohvi
Navajo--Hagoonea'
Japanese--Jane
German--Auf Wiedersehen
Italian--Arrivederci
French--Au Revor
Swedish--Hejda'
Hawaaiian--Aloha
Hebrew--Shalom
Goodbye in so many languages. It is time to go. So long.
Form:
LONESOME ROAD is a paved road that on a country drive in Perry county. Around Ziontown, Ohio. Population. 1. Cherokee Bison Ranch located on Lonesome Road. Around The Square Magazine. NOBLE COUNTY. A monthly publication. The magazine is free the third Monday of every month. Local authors. Is available:
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Form:
“...like small Cherokee children, torn from freedom and
the mountains, paled in faded lodges by rocky Oklahoma streams.
Bettie M. Sellers Westward from Bald Mountain 1974
LIBRARY CLUES
Ms. Bettie Sellers’
bald mountain of poems
subtly lays dormant
until a Cherokee chats —
voices commune together
3/1/2020
Another time another place
I remember your smiling face
But time has faded such memories
And only true love can set them free
I have searched but could not find
The one true love I left behind
And here you are how can this be
The spirits have smiled down on me
And placed you here now with me
The brave warrior and the maiden of the Cherokee
Form:
Cherokee Warrior,
so proud and free...
Tell me young warrior,
what do you see?
A beautiful girl
long hair of gold,
A carefree heart
so tempting to hold.
Both young and so daring
full of life and fun.
Each seeking happiness
a place of your own.
A life of past hurts,
could they overcome?
This Cherokee Warrior
and the proud Golden One...
Form:
In photographs and dreams,
memories of the Great Smoky Mountains, I see
Chilly streams
Clay pot crafting
Childhood days with my family
Rafting
Hot sun
in Cherokee
Fun!
In photographs and dreams.
childhood days with my family
fun!
*Cherokee is a town in the Smoky Mountain Range
August 19, 2020
An Innocent Childhood Memory Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Cooler days follow an old Cherokee trail
into a reclaiming Indian summer.
Yellow maple leaf singe at their edges.
Russet hues are browning.
Autumn may linger around town
fraying and wilting
until Halloween cuts down the sun.
We peer sweating through imagined clouds.
Evening bats are strung from charred branches
and droop silently
from their fire-proof strings.
Try some day to buy
A valuable for your guy
To arrest his joyless doubts
And explode his joyful shouts;
To on your account feel “High”
And his mind rid of “Why?”
The damned depressed capital ‘WHY’
Depressed men ask in beds they lie
A forbidden fruit valuable it can be
Of some forbidden valuable tree…
Your final ‘Yes’ to his wished Cherokee
Of a price the sting of bee!
Paint ponies by the lodge
White manes
Turned silver in the moon’s glow
Taste of Mother Earth
Burden baskets hang at the door
They hold many seasons
Of worries & fears
The night owl comes
He sings the death song
Your time here has ended
The West door beckons you
Night Owl grows silent
© March 1984
In Memory of Jacob Michael MacCallister
March 18, 1957 ~ January 26, 1983
Cherokee Travelers' Blessing
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I will extract the thorns from your feet.
For yet a little while, we will walk life's sunlit paths together.
I will love you like my own brother, my own blood.
When you are disconsolate, I will wipe the tears from your eyes.
And when you are too sad to live, I will put your aching heart to rest.
Originally published by Better Than Starbucks
Her heart yearns for better days
Her love of her land she displays
Tee-pee tall and strong of leather
Just to block unspeakable weather.
She lingers near the cool blue-green pond
She longs for lost lover in the beyond
He a brave fought the wild war
Did not know what was soon in-store.
Days of travel now behind
Trial of tears of no other kind
She sits in woods cool breezes blow
With heart heavy as family go.
Linda Terrell
December 20, 2009
I remember another place anther time,
So long ago, so many memories left behind.
Promises made under the moonlit sky,
And them in the blink of an eye, you were gone and I never knew why.
A mighty warrior over so many braves, you watched over all of us,
You gave us your kindness, your wisdom, and most of all you gave us your trust.
And so as I think of you and remember you so fondly
Know you will always be my warrior, my friend, my brave Cherokee
A Korean War veteran
with a yearning to fly,
having tasted that feeling
of floating with the clouds,
that feeling of hanging
suspended in utter quiet,
of wanting to reach out
and gather the stars,
that incredible feeling of riding
the sky, sitting in God's lap.
A memory that would not fade,
but called him back and back,
until he returned to the skies
in a Cherokee 235, and flew
coast to coast, city to city,
like the wind that blows
where it will.