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Poetry

The Dance

The drum vibrates awake,

The sun covers all of the world,

The world here, the pow-wow world,

is here, to be here,

the master of ceremonies, he jokes and explains,

is a friend.

The lead singer begins with his voice

The past returns, finger pointing

The second follows up, the scale to continue,

The dancers rotate around the circle,

each step, every move with

the heartbeat that lives in the souls,

is, so real, in being real,

The colorful symphony of the dance unfolds,

in each dancer, in every move, in all,

The eyes watching in the bleachers,

The voices around the drum,

The dancers dancing alive,

the threads of it all together,

The same, the hunt, the wars, the sorrow,

the everyday, the life, the pride, the love,

The dance continues on and on!

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Poetry

Chaos

At times, things in my life, get all mixed up, not knowing ,nothing, paralyzed, to the point of decesionless, maybe, knowing, way too much to digest! Chaos, confused doubt, gets’ me lost, but, who knows it all, it’s someone and somewhere I haven’t known or been to, yet!

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Poetry

THE TOUCH

THE TOUCH THAT REACHES YOU FROM THE SOMEWHERE THAT FEELING, YOU KNOW, FROM THE LOOK THAT TAKES THE FIRE INTO YOU, DEEP INTO THE SOMEWHERE, THAT SO, REAL, FOR YOU, THAT THE LIGHTENING STRIKES THE HEART, THE THUNDER ROCKS THE SOUL, MAYBE JUST THE GLANCE BY CHANCE, MAYBE JUST THE SOUND YOU FOUND, MAYBE THE SCENT OF CONSENT, MAYBE JUST THE SCREAM OF A DREAM, THAT COMES ALIVE SOMEHOW, NOW, THAT MOVES YOU TO KNOW HOW, THAT MAKES YOU BELIEVE, NOW, THE TOUCH THAT REACHES YOU FROM THE SOMEWHERE, THE FEELING. YOU KNOW, FROM THE LOOK THT TAKES THE FIRE INTO YOU DEEP INTO THE SOMEWHERE THAT SO REAL FOR YOU!

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Poetry

UNDERNEATH

SEEMS SADNESS JUST UNDERNEATH ME, UNDERNEATH MY SKIN, UNDERNEATH THE EVERY SMILING LAUGH, EVERY TEAR ROLLING DOWN, WITHOUT EVER FLOWING OUT, BUT, IT IS, NOT NEW TO ME, THIS SADNESS, FOR, I’M THE POSTER CHILD OF SORROW, IT IS JUST UNDERNEATH ,THE WHO CRIES, UNDERNEATH, THE ONE WHO TRIES, JUST WHO WILL EVER SHAKE THIS OFF OF ME, SO, WITH EVERY SHRUG, WITH EVERY HUG, WITH EACH AND EVERY NEW UNDERNEATH, I GROW TO KNOW THAT UNDERNEATH, I WILL ALWAYS BE, THAT MAN OF HAPPY TEARS, FOREVER, UNDERNEATH, ALL THAT SADNESS!

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Poetry

Life is a Lonely Trail, Sometimes!

The Painted Face Smiled upon those Footsteps, that know the Path of Travel. Tongues Rarely Speak to the Eyes, who Tells the Ears what they will soon Hear. Anger Silently Looks to Kill and Passion Clings to the Immediate Choice, over the Mountains the River Slices through the Places of Many without Saying any Names. The Journey has no Compass and Destination, depends upon much more than Wit and Will. The Eagle tells Us, what it sees, the Birds fly to show which Way to Go, the Deer tells Us, what to Drink, the Wind Loves Us, and the Clouds join Us, Being Alone, which has No Place here, but Lonely is Our Constant Companion. That Rock there, it is staring at You, see it’s Face. That Tree Breathes for You. That Bird Flies for You, That Creek used to be a Little River, That Place, this Space, We share it all, at this very Moment. Sometimes when Your at Home, You get so Comfortable and Relaxed, You may Forget Yourself.   Mislay or Lose a Thing or Two, but, if Your Related to All that is Living, there is No Question, Love Overrides Lost, any Old Time!

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history & culture Poetry

Mini ha ha

No, no way, that doesn’t mean a little laugh, but, waterfall in Dakota, from it flows the blood of me, carries the love of home, gives the pride of belonging, you can hear it sing, it holds the magic of the buffalo nation, shares life with all who have come here to this land, who make it home, who live and work beside it, flowing tears and falling joyful sounds abound, miye dakota, i am Dakota, i am one of the friendly people, one of the free and common beings, icke wicasa, i am life, i am the long life of the Dakota, wiconi wodakota, see me, and know that once before, i was a huge lake that covered this whole state, i was a large river that made all the lakes here, that from me, came the Dakota, from the stars, from the underworld, to here, we exist, we are one with it, and all are welcome here! Tatanka Ohitika

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Poetry

Just singing…

Yes, first thing i do, is sing, inside my mind, then, let it outside, scares some and includes others, yes, this breath, this moment here, right now, for all the times before, for whatever may come, for the joy, for the sorrow, for all those who have crossed my path, all those who helped me, for those who cared for me, for those that i’ve cared for, for all that needs some help, for those lost, hungry, sad, and hurting, for all those happy, glad and content, may the sunshine keep shinning for us all, and for the moisture this year, so much, all is soaked, but, it is the tears of those gone, and what is needed for those yet to appear, i sing this song, low and below, few know this singer, he sings and birds reply, he sings and clouds dance, he sings and deer run, he sings and crys, tears of joy, tears for tomorrow, he sings and smiles for he hears the songs of those before, they join him, he just singing, all the damn time…Strong Buffalo

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Poetry

Dark Shadows

Just like that, sun shines, winds roars, dark shadow follows very nearby, without introduction a quiet someone speaks out of the close spaces around me, then, suddenly, a quick something moves through the transparent air tells me that i am never alone, even if i am untouchable!! Strong Buffalo

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Poetry

I’m Not Old

I’m not old, I’m well done, no spring chicken, more like day old bread,

heading for pudding, it’s just a number, they say, till, you figure out

many steps it took you to get here, or how many breaths you’ve taken,

Whew, recycle, reframe, restore, renew, redo the item, comes’ back,

into fashion, sooner or later, it is said, with a faded color, worry spots.

I just happy, to be here this day, right here, now, I’m not old, I’m well done!

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Poetry

A song or two

There was a call, sent out to the distance, full of longing, kept singing and it kept ringing over the land, thru trees, hills and rivers. ” Where are you, I am here, see my feathers, hear my call!” Then it stopped with no immediate reply, then a call echoed off sky, over lakes and countryside, ” Fly over here and let me have a look see!” The rest you know.