Ghost horses drink from the creek
A herd of wild mustangs,
stop to drink,
their shared soul is liquid
These wise horses see the people need them
as the ghost horses fly,
The living wise ones, left behind
wish to help the real people
When the buffalo were plenty
These nomadic people followed the herds,
for their survival,
using all they took,
honoring the great beasts
with ceremonies and prayers
The elk-dog (horse) was happy
The people had their needs filled
They could bring down the buffalo
with the help and speed of their elk-dogs
When the white man came
with their lies,
their false promises,
the treaties they broke
The people could not understand
asking the "Creator"... Why?
These white eyes conquered the people
by destroying the buffalo,
It was a massive slaughter
leaving the meat to rot
The people cried
These white liars brought their false reality,
their religion they didn't follow
It made no sense to the human beings,
it seemed a false thing
The foreign beings forced the native children
into their schools of lies,
their churches of fools
These foreigners claimed the land
where the real people lived,
believing no man could own,
were now taken from them
The elders taught the people
No man could own the earth,
the sky, the rivers, the great seas
Thinking that was bad medicine
There was a land
where the real people lived,
one day they disappeared,
some died in the fight,
some died of fright,
thinking it the end of time
some say into the land,
some say into the sky
Traveling the lines of power
only those with sight
could see
Energy of the powerful
The Warriors of Intent
learned the wisdom,
upon the power points,
which dot the universe
They transcended time and space,
teaching the human beings
the power of sight
Everything in the hands of light
The light that is love
which mankind no longer can see
only their programmed reality
The real people mourn for this earth
Those who are left will return
the land to the mother,
the sky to the father,
It has been seen, It has been foretold
Those with the power of sight
have seen this as truth
One day they will live again
in harmony with the mother and the father
A life of honor
in the light of love
The "Creators" light
to guide them by
Totally agree that this is one of your best, Dale. You have dug deep into the soul of your subject and mined the best poetic gem as well as channelling heart-tearing sentiment and documenting humanity's criminal deeds, one against another. Let the Spirit and Soul fly... There is hope here and there are deeper forces at work which will not be conquered. Most honourable and compassionate work. Bless you, Kate xx
The light that is love
which mankind no longer can see
only their programmed reality
Dale....another gem of a write from you....your poems are deep, thought provoking and always inspirational....I dont hesitate to call you a fantastic poet my dear friend....I am fortunate to read your works...cheers...love n luck.....BHUWAN!!!
A well expressed write about such a sad topic. The sadness that tells of the life and history of many my friend, a story told with excellence. You've penned it well, brought a sting of sadness to my heart as I read and recalled the treatment that many Native Americans endured and many still do. I for one am proud of my Cherokee heritage...write on my friend!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Reviewed by Tiana Jett (Reader)
Reviewed on July 10, 2007
A wonderfully written inspirational poem, Dale ... I felt your words ... hugs
Stunning write and one worthy of publication and celebration for it tells it like it is, as a "white man" I in all honesty am not proud of how the native Americans were and are still often treated.
Angel Cowboy! This beautiful, carin write, touched my heart and misted my eyes! Yore heart is pure and yore wisdom is golden! HUGS! SC
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on July 9, 2007
Hey CJ,
This one really brought tears to my eyes. So sad because it is so true. Yet your words leave us with the light of hope that, one day, there might be heaven on earth once again.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
Love Tinky
which mankind no longer can see
only their programmed reality
Dale....another gem of a write from you....your poems are deep, thought provoking and always inspirational....I dont hesitate to call you a fantastic poet my dear friend....I am fortunate to read your works...cheers...love n luck.....BHUWAN!!!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Powerful poetry...A keeper! Awesome!
Blessings,
~Linda
Fee
Richard
This one really brought tears to my eyes. So sad because it is so true. Yet your words leave us with the light of hope that, one day, there might be heaven on earth once again.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
One day they will live again
in harmony with the mother and the father
I, for one, would love to be alive to see that, but if it does happen somewhere in Earth's future, I will probably be long gone, as will many of us.