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Buffalohair: A Native American Poem On Thanksgiving

Little Running Deer on November 27th, 2014

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A Native American Poem On Thanksgiving

 

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Thanksgiving?

Oh what a day, Thanksgiving, so happy and so free.

A time of joy and merry bliss, to feast through out the day.

Elation fills the Autumn mist, to share the joyous tide.

But in my heart I know the truth, my culture really died.

From time hence forth, from coast to coast and all through out the land.

Whispers from the Nanticoke and other Native bands.

Mark this time, Thanksgiving, the time we lost our land.

                                                                                                                                   ……….. Buffalohair

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Idle No More – A Poem – Fostered Hope

Idle No More – A Poem – Fostered Hope

idle no more

 

Fostered Hope

In times of old when we were free, and travelled with a subtle breeze.

This land of birth had no disease, and all we felt was life at ease.

Bison roamed a million fold, and in our way, that was our gold.

He served us well, both young and old, his all of wealth, from stories told.

Our wine of choice was of a spring, we shared our life with everything.

 

Oh Mother Earth and Father Sky, please save us from this white man’s Lie.

His ways of hate and words of quick have left our people sad and sick.

He’s killed the beasts that ruled the plains, and gave us booze that rot our brains.

Those words of quick have hurt our sight, and pushed us to this time of plight.

Our children walk in endless night, fore they have lost the path of light.

 

Make well of us and land gone strange, and bring back life to the barren range.

Return the water that we may drink, and clear our minds so we may think.

Return the spark of life’s sweet fire, and give new hope for those we sire.

Make good this land that has gone strange, and foster forth this Time of Change.

Buffalohair

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Idle No More – A Poem – Simple Choice

Idle No More – A Poem – Simple Choice

idle no more

 

 

Simple Choice

The time of change is oh so grand

Fore it will spread throughout this land

From trees to seas, and all that stand

Even that of common man

Will hark and beat of not what’s wrong

But drum our Earth’s most happy song

 

Oh man of greed and man of gold

Hearken forth, this story told

Since times of past, from men of wise

Our Mother Earth is too of guise

She lay in wait, through times of grate

And witnessed mans unhappy state

 

Our Father Sky in poised askance

In equal pall of mans advance

Will make askew, this path of strife

And beckon forth a happy life

But man must face his chosen do

And right his wrong or stay un-new

 

The rhythmic beat from drummers hand

Will echo forth throughout the land

The happy songs will fill our heart

We’ll dance for joy with life’s new start.

 

Buffalohair

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Fostered Hope / 2007

Fostered Hope

September 21st, 2007 by admin

In times of old when we were free, and travel with a subtle breeze.

This land of birth had no disease, and all we felt was life at ease.

Bison roamed a million fold, and in our way, that was our gold.

He served us well, both young and old, his all of wealth, from stories told.

Our wine of choice was of a spring, we shared our life with everything.

Oh Mother Earth and Father Sky, please save us from this white man’s Lie.

His ways of hate and words of quick, have left our people sad and sick.

He’s killed the beasts that ruled the plains, and gave us booze that rot our brains.

Those words of quick have hurt our sight, and pushed us to this time of plight.

Our children walk in endless night, fore they have lost the path of light.

Make well of us and land gone strange, and bring back life to the barren range.

Return the water that we may drink, and clear our minds so we may think.

Return the spark of life’s sweet fire, and give new hope for those we sire.

Make good this land that has gone strange, and foster forth this Time of Change.

Buffalohair

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  1. Your poetry speaks volumes of truth, beauty and suffering.  Thank you Carlos. I enjoyed reading  this very much. I look forward to your next with great eagerness.

    Comment by Dove — October 8, 2007 @ 4:11 pm

Simple Choice / 2007

Simple Choice

September 21st, 2007 by admin

The Time of Change is oh so grand

Fore it will spread throughout this land

From trees to seas, and all that stand

Even that of common man

Will hark and beat of not what’s wrong

But drum our Earth’s most happy song

Oh man of greed and man of gold

Hearken forth, this story told

Since times of past, from men of wise

Our Mother Earth is too of guise

She lay in wait, through times of grate

And witnessed mans unhappy state

Our Father Sky in poised askance

In equal pall of mans advance

Will make askew, this path of strife

And beckon forth a happy life

But man must face his chosen do

And right his wrong or stay un-new

The rhythmic beat from drummer’s hand

Will echo forth throughout the land

The happy songs will fill our heart

We’ll dance for joy with life’s new start.

Buffalohair

Posted in BUFFALOhair – Somewhere between sanity and dementia, Featured Articles |