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Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
bereavement, cancer, grief, loss, lost love, native american, tribute,
knew a Tiger
who swam with dolphins
along the razor’s edge
meditated with a yellow bird
under his honey’s tree
in a west coast garden.
from an indigenous
sung his songs
5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7.
beloved’s last kiss
left him fragrant roses
when she crossed over.
beads, sky lanterns,
and a beautiful
he crying with Coyotes
to the moon or on
heaven’s Windswept Shore?
knew a Tiger
with the wind.
Harmony of the Soul
PoetrySoup Poem of the Day - January 29, 2019
grief, native american, romance,
The Dream Visit
It is in the shadows of the night;
When the moon is awake.
That you come into sight;
And offer me your hand to take.
In the stillness of the eve;
My heart beckons across the divide.
All I need do is to believe;
Once more you are alive.
And as it slowly begins to rain;
I embrace you friend once more.
Your gentle voice calls my name;
We are one as was before.
Your nightly visits within my dreams;
Keep me walking in a good way.
To hold you forever in high esteem;
I dare not ask you to stay.
I awaken and you are gone;
And though my eyes fill with tears.
My path in life leads me home;
Each step drawls us near.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Jacqueline R. Mendoza
angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,
They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Makes you want to share yourself
dedication, dream, fantasy, happiness, home, horse, life, memory, native american, nature, people, places, sympathy,
Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.
death, native american, soldier,
Prayer For A Dying Soldier
Rest now my brother;
In a field of peace.
Your job is finished;
You are released.
The sacrifice you gave;
was a noble gift.
At ease my brother;
It is the end of your shift.
Take comfort brother;
In a job well done.
May your journey be blessed;
To the lands beyond the sun.
Like a warrior;
You return home with respect.
You gave your life;
For those you protect.
My gratitude for you;
For putting your life on the line.
To never be forgotten;
By those you leave behind.
Darlene Doll Smith
art, death, life, native american,
Storm clouds build and advance,
as thunder stampedes the air.
Reverberations caress my bones,
as I bow my head in prayer.
As I raise my face to rain,
that falls as tears on hallowed ground.
My eyes behold proud Totem poles,
touching sky and yet earth bound.
Their carved reverence, I can feel,
as they stand amid fierce winds.
Along side cold stones that offer names,
life stories these Totems lend.
A celebration of life in wood,
these sentinels against dark skies.
I stand within the storm in awe,
of their beauty, where death resides.
For the contest Totems In The Darkening Sky
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
death, life, native american,
To twine a vision of spirit and soul
From bursting embers to blackened coal
I search with elders through chanting cries
Where pale moonlight adorns our eyes
In strength and pride we rise above
To greet the gift of eternal love
Beyond the flesh immersed in light
I wake in knowledge of endless sight
A place where amber visions reign
In lightening speed across the plains
I reach the ledge where colors glow
Of endless fields to reap and sow
I pause in moments to gather breath
Of life eternal untouched by death
Through rising smoke and sacred song nevermore shall my spirit long
death, faith, family, grandmother, native american, spiritual,
It has been years since you've been gone;
Yet I hear your voice say "Carry On".
I repeat to myself your name out loud;
I hear you say " Child, you make me proud".
I sing a song in your praise;
You echo back "You've kept my ways".
I say a prayer of peace for you;
A single feather confirms you knew.
Grandmother, I shalll visit you again;
"A'Ho my child" rang in the wind.
I came in tears, but leave in peace;
"Be well, dear one" whispered in the breeze
Darlene Doll Smith
death, dream, love, morning, native american, sleep, spiritual,
Bittersweet, your memory
Calling, echoing in my being
Recollections of your laughter
In solace, I remember the rapture
Twas' happiness, although so brief
Enchanting moments of belief
Embraced reunion between two worlds
The winds of time unfurled
In my melancholy morning sunrise
I question Creator why one must die
For if I could have remained asleep
With my dreams I could then keep
Awakened, the sunshine would interfere
Another day begins without you here
Tis' sad but blessed still yet
For dreams that let me not forget
~ Darlene Doll Smith
cowboy-western, death, native american, nature, sad, seasons, social,
I am Whispering Elk,
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
It is time
of green corn moon.
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
They speak many tongues,
Yellow corn moon
They still come.
Days grow less
We see blood
on brown corn moon
looking through trees.
Their tribes grow.
I am Whispering Elk,
JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
adventure, art, black african american, death, faith, hope, introspection, life, native american, nature, passion, philosophy, sad, science, space, time, uplifting, visionary,
TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...
Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!
*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)
confusion, death, depression, fantasy, fear, funeral, health, imagination, introspection, native american, natural disasters, nostalgia, passion, people, religion, sad, satire, time, visionary,
Time fell fast
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared
Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless
Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
No souls were kept
death, native american, peace,
Still night broken by call of soul owl
watching over the lodge of my father's brother.
The next world awaits my uncle.
His walking clothes prepared.
His feather oiled to a brave sheen.
Knife freshly sharpened in beaded sheath.
He calls to owl. I'm ready.
The women begin the journey chant.
My father dances with joy tears.
angst, black african american, brother, confusion, daughter, depression, family, funeral, imagination, native american, heart, old, heart, old,
Our death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all no one can ever see.
It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.
Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's little left the heart would like to do.
Old one, you're numbered to your final breath.
Your rest is not until it's done in death.
adventure, death, faith, life, native american, people, time, people, time,
Centuries ago there was a people
How they fought to stay alive
Emerging through rough country side
Removed from their home land
Over the long trail of tears to Oklahoma
Killed along this trail was alot of their people
Evening came and went, they rejoiced to be alive
Elements of time help keep their spirits strong
Patients kept them going as they pushed toward home
Eventually they made it to the land given them
Over time the people grew and became strong again
People are afraid to say I'm part native american
Let your voices be heard of your nationality
Even now in all this time my people live
Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.
death, family, native american, religion,
Oh! Dear Brother, dear Cousin, dear Father,
Dear Friend, dear Grandson, dear Son, dear Jonas.
When rendered sullen, our strength is one another.
Let the sacred songs be your journey's compass.
For therein the sunshine of many hearts
Shall you bask, thence it love never departs.
natural disasters, black african american, faith, loss, love, native american, sympathy, me,
Nature calls from under bush.
Rain floods from the sky.
Wet grass soaks my feet.
Wind carry me as the cold
freezes me to the bone.
Branches scratch my limbs.
Thorns pearce my flesh.
Mountains bang against my
When i cry.
When i cry angels hear my
Foodless stomach, sleepless
Angels hear when i cry.
Dry thoart, dry tears, cracked
lips, crying spoiled baby
Head on the ground
Angels hear when i cry.
angst, art, death, fear, native american,
Negotiating's not part of our fame,
But bringing Death, and this we always will,
As certain as we have, throughout our game
Of Hide and Seek, and eager for the kill.
The crashing in of door, always our way,
Make no mistake, only the dead will know
What never comes to light of night or day,
Remaining part of where the dead will go.
Our aim is for the kill, destruction of
All things within the sight of this, the dare.
To anyone brought on by those in love,
Though innocent, we leave them dying there.
Don't look for understanding in our eyes
And we've no time for hearing truth or lies.
...............© ron wilson
confusion, death, depression, education, history, life, loss, native american, people, recovery from..., sad, sympathy, visionary, war
Yeah, I may be white,
But someone needs to speak out right?
Bring things into the light,
Expose all the lies,
For I believe in the most high.
Our ancestors were straight terrorist from the beginning of time,
Raping, killing, lying, and stealing land saying "this land is mine!"
Our ancestors rewrote history knowing they were lying,
Standing there watching with no emotion while Native Americans were dying.
Why do you think Native Americans hate Thanksgiving?
The Pilgrim and the Indian story was a fantasy living,
How could the white man ever been forgiven,
When MOST Native Americans were tricked,wiped out, and no longer living.
P.S- Part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned.
black african american, death, history, native american, social, travel, uplifting, sister, sister,
Meaning beating rhythmic patterns the letter X,
an initial in my name
It's a letter most people fear
but once you know it dear
Approaching it with-in it's text,
it will be a whole new game
Two sister cities
once stood still
one city in Africa
it took a pill
The sister city
took it's name
Africa's President took one look
They declared war on a great big crook
Then China once again retook the name
By paging out it's domain
It carried out it's plain
By the way Xi men is the name
I am a X
daughter, death, father, husband, loss, mother, native american, people, political, sad, son, wife,
home land my claims my status
false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines,
to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....
allegory, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, native american, passion, religion, sympathy, teen, thank you, uplifting, visionary, me,
I can feel your presence over my soul looming into my life
I can't help wonder who you are
or who I was Meant to Be
Everlasting Love is what I Found in You
Something I Swear to never let Go
You protect my soul and keep me away from Perpetual Cold
I can always need you,
until despair abuses me into the dwelling Chasm
from the wane of the world
death, devotion, faith, fantasy, life, native american, religion, light, light,
the light that holds
the world together
was started by angels
who brought life to earth
although they all have
all seeing eyes
men hated them for
they were better.
as man was formed
their shadow shows
their dark heart
but angels see
the light they bring.
death, imagination, inspirational, native american, nostalgia, sad,
The Wind howls,
an anguished cry
a peircing scream.....
Whilst spirits huddle around the bed,
the spirits of the wind.
Mounted upon their firey steeds
A weary sigh,
a faint whisper,
a painfilled moan.....
and the spirits have claimed her for their own,
the spirits of the wind.
on their snorting stallions they fly away
leaving me shattered to
hope, life, native american, peace, sympathy, uplifting, visionary,
The earth, some surface its explore
like peeling, I am falling forward
unto your love, I fall like gravel
to the ocean floor.
Your love is all I'm aiming for
so cleave me with your love, a store
as God would fit forever in our moor
that promise that creation had no score ~
Before our bonding's grace from God's implore,
your Nation in your arms is to reform
that rising tempests settle at my door
and peace returns to estimate no poor ~
recycling of last fate . . . forever forward!