Short Native Americans Poems
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Yesterday Asians, Jews today
Yet Native Americans pray,
"To settle a score
Grant us love, not war,
So children can go out to play!"
Spiritual winds,
Good dreams filter, sleeper sleeps;
Web catches the bad,
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In the California mines
There are 300,000
Native Americans hustling.
What type of verse
Could you possibly
Craft from that?
300,000 natives
Hustling in the
California mines.
They play their home games
in the nation's capital.
The team has no name.
They were the "Redskins".
For Native Americans,
the team dropped their moniker.
capsized at forever gone lake
anywhere else they might have had a chance
native americans controlled this reservoir
they were never seen again
neither were their bones
or their hats
Turquoise
A blue or green
Often black or gold veins
Mined from the southwest USA
Native Americans give reverence
Many magical properties
Hope, peace, and of course love
Beautiful stone
Turquoise
Native Americans were given such a dirty deal
Fought for the land that was theirs, how would you feel
My mind can't conceive
Of this horrible deed
Incomprehensible, unfathomable, totally unreal
a wolf moon
through my kitchen window --
spring trout thawing
The Wolf Moon is the name given by Native Americans to a full moon that occurs in January. Native Americans chose this name because they heard hungry wolf packs …
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If Obama and fans had stormed Capitol, democracy would preach
II
If Obama and fans had stormed the Capitol, he would not preach again
III
If Trump ever pays for 2021 sedition, all blood of First Nations would be Silenced
The church judged my abortion
now it is my turn
crusades killed thousands
for Jesus
then Native Americans were slaughtered
in the name of Jesus
all for the almighty
I, who cried for the death of one
as they rejoiced the death
of many
Dedicated to my sister, the kindest person I know.
Everyone is gathered here today
To feast
Celebrate the Pilgrims
The Native Americans helped them out
Of course the story depends on which history books you read
I would reccomend "Red, White and Black"
History is where it's at if you want perspective
My old history professer could read Chinese and Japanese
Good for him!
Trees have a certain way of
making me wish that my ancestors never
stomped on the Native Americans'
ground and took away
its natural beauty
While I can't go back and
change American history
I can attempt to create peace
Between myself and nature
I can give myself a second chance
at understanding the way
life is meant to be
Bouncing off a trampoline
Anton Dvorak fell on his head ~
A ‘cancelled Czech’
Poor Anton was dead
Long ago, in the 1600’s
Native Americans were not so financial...
Sold Manhattan for 24 bucks
A transaction they wish they could cancel
Paiute warrior horses cannot outrun wild quarter horses.
Spanish mustangs and Chickasaw ponies run past.
Taunting and daring native americans to try and corral them.
Paiute warriors admire the way brother horse runs.
He is outfoxing them, wise and wonderful in his wildness.
They turn back to their homeland, knowing they have been bested.
Willow Feather sent up the signal
expecting the Great Father to send the right help
Other native Americans saw, but many did not know his language
I wish my dad was still alive, he thought
He would get the message and come help
His father got the message
Implanted new ideas into the young brave's head
so he could save himself
and he did
Some Native Americans it seems
believe that the air is filled
with good and bad dreams..
The legend states that when one sleeps,
a dream catcher will trap the bad ones that seep.
Place a dream catcher at the head of your bed
and trap the bad ones in it's web..
The good dream will pass thru it's center hole,
bring peace and comfort to the slumbering soul.
The still air is broken by a distant shout,
Watch out now Steven there's Red Indians about.
Your bright eyes widen in the sunny glow,
Quickly now Steven lets make you a bow.
Carefully through the trees we tramp,
Quitely now Steven there's the Indain camp.
But you are not scared, your chest is full of pride,
Now Daddy has made you a bow you don't have to hide.
Gigantic pylons of wind-carved granite
Form astonishing pillars of natural wonder
Sculptures to rival Borglum's finest faces
Perilously perched along the winding trail
Punctuating the Black Hills with awesome
Commas of towering mystical totems
Where once the proud Native Americans
Roamed with the buffalo in blessed peace
written August 25, 2021
Spare a prayer for my fair Lady Spouse
Her last sigh was as shy as a mouse
She died in the snow
A moment ago
Frozen numb coming from the outhouse*
*Many Native Americans live in homes without electricity, plumbing, or heating, and Trump's shutdown of the BIA ( "Bossing Indians Around") prevented the sale of permits which allow Native Americans to collect firewood on their own land.
Take me to the hill
from which the rainbow rises
to pay ancestors’ tribute.
Share the memories
handed down by mighty chiefs,
warriors who loved the land.
Harmony once reigned
between their tribes and nature
until white men invaded.
Interstates now run
through our backyards -- urban sprawl.
Endangered is our future.
*Entry for Chris's contest, but originally written for Rick's "Ancient Songs" contest.
World War two
The properties of gemstones
The Mayans
The Bible
Native Americans
Spirituality
Extra Sensory Perception
Hypnotism
Clairaudience
Palmistry
Assertiveness training
Psychometry
Sociology
Sedona
Near Death Experiences
Psychological Case Studies
Brain Research
Clairasentience
Geology
Aztecs
Egyptians
Horatio Alger stories
Clairavoyance
When I stop being interested in new things
When I stop learning
My dying begins
Based on painting by Bev Doolittle: Woodland Encounter
American West in Camouflage
Two Indians* hide, in the birch forest,
and ride their pintos, hooves pitting the snow.
Conspicuous - red fox in clearing - sights
quiet stride of hide and seek…trenchant ears
at peak performance in centralized cope
…sentient sentinel highlights canvas.
3/28/2022
Bite Size Poem #41
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
*Native Americans
I am not a geomancer
but I do sometimes read earth
on a new grave,
how it struggles to represent
even though it’s thrown haphazardly;
yet still, let the wind, sun and rain
shape it and it becomes a tale told to a deaf man -
eyes go deeper.
Pity that we fill-in now, and do not raise
that important mound
burials need height not depth,
the Native Americans knew this,
even the birds know this –
see how they dance on each other’s bones?
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops