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~ SoldierBlue
Snow
thunder medicine
Winter white
Purification
RedEarth
We make the most...
Of this time...
These cold days..
Ba`-the
_Gtho^-i-^
_mo^-ko^
Wa-ci-hi_o^-ga-xa_i
Images falling
Like snowflakes
Ice blossoms
Spread across the waters
A raised fist
Sons fathers
Daughters
We must fight again
Make the signs visible
Of our existence
We enter ceremony
We stand apart
We are the red
Of our medicine wheel
We carry our intentions
Upon our breath...
We/ are alive!!!...
We caste
Our eyes upon the
Cold sun...
Our warmth
Coming from within
Centered..central heart
Of values..obligations...
We trade no life
For greed...
Ha`-shki-pa
We...
Go back to that place
Of beginnings...
We take our cues
From the stars/
Wood/bark...
Skin...
Everything
That becomes part
Of the roots...
Life..
Is fed by the roots....
Liquids..metals..
Elements of earth...
We begin...with a
Dream...
Ho^`-bthe
We lay the Wood
Of countless fires
Pe`-dse
Let the ceremonies begin...
Brilliant visage
Of the forest
The bones...revealed
At mid night ....
Blood of our own
In its keep...
Looked over
Carefully guarded by
The elder Crowes....
O-xtha`-be
It is the air
We breathe
It is the refuge
We need as RedEarth...
For our loved ones
For those who
Shadow shade
Walk with us
Till dawn light creeps
Upon us...
Dark stains
Water marks
The memories as cold
And clear as the waters
We knew...before and before
Now a life slated
For extinction...
Ni`-the
Ke`-da-xe
Our shadow beings
Of creation...
Those who came before
The intelligence
Of destruction...
We send a voice
To the deathlands
Beyond ashe and rock
Status...social sense
Of place...
An earth wiped clean
Of original intentions...
Judgements
Famine
We are satisfied
With the snows
Of winter
We bathe in the light
A heart beat
An echoe
Of another's heart beat
Central to what
We believe....earth
Mother
Part of the
Original Dreaming
Ho^`-bthe
We are
RedEarth wrapped
In the shrouds
Of winter...
Ice...hoar frost..
Hail stones
The sleet sheer
Sparkling wind...
Ta-dse`
North driven
By the four great...
Directions...
Our limbs become
A lodestone compass...
Winter screams
Of ground Earth's
Slow thoughts
Wisdom teased
From the
Frozen dark
We shall
Sink into the robes
Of this season...
Mi^
Ba`-the
Sha`-be
Wa`-pa...
Ancient skulls
Morph..become
Our ageless skills...
That we hone
To a razor's edge...
We meet with members
Of the alien nation
At land's end...
Mo^`-zho^_ko^-ha
From here we shall move
No more...
The casting
Of skins...
Xi^-ha
From summer brown
To winter white
We watch
As everything changes
With us...
RedEarth
Is our constant...
A being
Of shade and shadow
Connected to the stars
'n' planetary plaines...
Of more than simple existence
This is the season
Where more
Than one death
Will occur
Cold sleep
Slows the songs
The words fall deep
Within us ..
We shall take comfort
In the smoothe emotions
That speak with the ease
Of knowing
A circle of
Ancient stones...
Care worn
Cared for
Each shape
A story
We can find
In the grace
Of the morning star...
Wa`-tse_do-ga
We remember
The long walks
Of death
The dying steppes
Of our grandparents
Our...
Wa-mo^-pshe-the
The olde ones
Who beat the drums
Made of our bones
Insistence
Existence
Resistance
We shall not fall!...
We keep walking!!...
Ice.. ancient waters
Of first earth
Elements
Of the
Language we speak
Death and dying
We have this phantom March
Before
We are the
GhostRoad borne
Making our way home..
No^-xe_u-zho^-ge
U`-be-hni....
Dirt Road
~ Debby Ball
There's something about a dirt road.
The feeling of freedom, abandon, recklessness, yearning.
The manifestation of simplicity and recollections of innocence.
A dirt road is a stroll back in time, back to the wonders of youth,
To a long ago time that beckons at the most outer fringe of memory
And teases the senses with nearly forgotten smells or taste.
Dirt roads that lead to old apple orchards with ripe, sweet, succulent fruit.
There is something about a dirt road that is romantic, frivolous, carefree.
Riding in an old truck with the windows rolled down and the ac off;
Sun blazing through the trees, spreading it's filtered rays in many directions,
A surreal tranquility.
A dirt road arched by tall oak trees, Spanish moss draping from the branches.
There's something about a dirt road that beckons the traveller to new adventures,
The mystery of not knowing what lies beyond the winding curves.
The dust from the tires leaving a blinding trail
So thick that those that follow cannot see what lies ahead
And those ahead cannot see what's left behind.
A dirt road lined by rock walls,
Meticulously placed boundaries from a time that has long since passed.
There's something about a dirt road...
Cities of Refuge
For Mama Glacier
~ Dr Dawn Karima
Many happy returns of the day,
This date, yes, but also of the era,
The before times
Of wholeness,
Soundness,
And empathy.
Enka,
Yes,
Osda,
Good.
I create a birthday poem,
distract you with gerunds and rhythm and meter .
I call a party,
Although the only streamers shine in screens,
Cake and ice cream are the menu and the Eucharist,
Wear your mask,
Stay home,
Else
Plague is the final party favor.
Four Stories for my Friend
For Miss Angie, with gratitude
~ Dr Dawn Karima
Gigage (red)
"Red is the only shade spirits can see,"
The Elders tell me,
I am only three.
Now,
I wear red beads,
Red dresses,
Red seams
Red sequins,
If The Holy Spirit is looking,
He will find me.
Dahlonega (gold)
Open your hand,
You teach me,
Giveaway,
Somehow,
All you need will find you again.
Galuladi (Heaven)
In the before times,
the weight of the heart determined if you would see Heaven.
If you were found wanting,
The least of these remembered that you had forgotten
To love your neighbor as yourself.
If you were found worthy,
It only meant that Jesus' Heart weighs enough for us all.
Gadugi (Together)
The power goes out on Christmas Day,
And a landslide blocks roadways,
So I proclaim "Today is Going on a Bear Hunt Day."
In this cold,
Bears hibernate in caves.
We are safe.
In winter,
there are no bears,
No bears at all.
Until there are.
A bear at the top of the gorge by the way,
Awake out of season at the start of the day,
Snow and steep divide us.
We watch long enough for the lights to return,
Plenty of time to ensure,
When they reminisce over me,
They will claim that bear came when I called.
Hatred
~ Cloud Dancer
It is infinitely hard to live with this level of
Dislike
Disrespect
Maybe more accurately
Hatred
Because you see
It’s one thing to ‘hate’ the leader and his minions
Quite another to have that transfer to those who put him in power
Most of you too stupid or embarrassed to realize or admit
What YOU have done.
So yes - the feelings have transferred to you.
They have
And they’re not abetting
If anything
They are getting stronger
As I see our country and reputation dismantled
Piece by piece
All I want to do is scream out
FUCK YOU
But it isn’t proper
And its not who I want to be
At all
It IS how I feel
I cannot imagine where this will all be in a week
A month, a year
I can image how it will be in two years, let alone four
Unless….
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