Short Indigenous Poems
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I want to live in my mother's cheekbones that kiss the moon,
then climb down her braids and fall asleep in my indigenous silver spoon.
Indigenous your home
Incomprensible
Indestructable ship
Indecisive captain
Interrupted this trip
Impression of safety
Indelible losses
America's gems
Indigenous skyscrapers
Red sculptures of old
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/indigenous-americans-2.php
On Indigenous Peoples' Day
We can hear our ancestors say,
"To take what they've got
We must kill the lot
And our God has shown us the way!"
My Thoughts
By: Tom Wright
6-8-2019
Haiku
Transmitted by mouth,
Thoughts are mental fingerprints,
Heart indigenous.
a thought on indigenous people's bread that gets a rise out of you
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H/T to David Kavanaugh's its a zoo out there
Today I’m thankful for Indigenous wisdom
wisdom that needs to be respected…
The earth is not a resource to use up…they believed
It is an heirloom to be treasured and protected
I believe the indigenous first people were correct in their thinking
as across this land they roamed:
How nature is not a place for us to visit
It is a place we should call home.
Gregarious Giles gladly gathers garnish greens gentle Greta grows.
Haggard Harriet hardly has half her hoppity hare’s health habits.
"Injun" invective incenses indigenous individual.
if i could
be a bird
i'd be
a titmouse
an indigenous freak
from places such as
Three Mile Island
Chernobyl and
Fukushima
a radiated breed
of mouse mixed
with a woman's breast
Form:
In the year fourteen-hundred ninety-two
Indigenous Peoples, Columbus screwed --
He gave them worthless trinkets
So now they've 'rethinked' it --
Virtue-signaled Chris' moral turpitude
Inukshuks abound the roadsides
Carefully orchestrated not to collapse
Offering meaningful direction
Throughout Muskoka's north country
Mindful of legends and lore
Indigenous in the spirit
Young Stan, the 'People's Man,' led a protest
'Gainst all the 'rape and pillage' by the West --
Demanded reparations
For indigenous nations --
His 'White Privilege' left Stan dispossessed
At times I walk around in a fairy like state
Is that one of the indigenous forty-eight
Catch myself in time
There's at least forty-nine
Maybe fifty or sixty, hey I'm Canadian eh!
A journey they seek
Now forcibly evicted ~~
Generations past ¬
Everlasting memories
Follow the Cherokee Trail ~~
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/indigenous-americans-2.php
Today's music scene leaves me aghast
My idea of music is indigenous with the past
A different scene has evolved
One of reality unsolved
A dark foreboding vision of the future has been cast
Humility is humanity's doorway
to care-giving compassion.
Compassion is a bilaterally forgiving doorway
to co-empathic wisdom.
Wisdom is divinity's indigenous doorway
to co-intelligent humility.
Vultures in circle
Dust trails seen in the distance
Sand Creek Massacre *¬
One hundred and sixty souls
Now just feathers in the wind
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/indigenous-americans-2.php
Different times
Different beings
We'll never know
What really happened way before us
Archeologists and religion misguide our society
We don't listen to Indigenous people's beliefs
And their version of creation.
David has become Goliath
Goliath has become David
the world is spinning
out of control
nuclear bullets
battle paper butterflies
The indigenous as usual
suffer indignation
history spins in circles
again and again
For every IOF soldier
so many dead babies
cries that never will never be heard
bloodthirsty lions sing and dance
while bull dozing indigenous graves
their bullets are vibrators
exciting them
the smell of evil
everywhere
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.
The seed of a park,
Indigenous plants emerge;
Reclaiming beauty.
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Written for the haiku contest in New York,
in the transformation of Freshkills Landfill to Freshkills Park.
highway of tears from coast to coast to coast
*The Highway Of Tears is a 724km stretch of highway in British Columbia,
Canada, where countless women (mostly indigenous) have disappeared
or been found murdered.
There is an indigenous piece of wisdom
I believe more people today should to keep in mind…
The planet does not need more successful people.
It needs more peacemakers
more healers
more restorers
more storytellers
and more lovers of all kinds.