M1313..........Mother Earth...
from a dream...
12/04/06


in the valley of juniper,beyond the white man's touch,
lives a spirit warriors life,in this land he loves so much,
hunting when he's hungry,forever only taking just enough,
willow stands,painted sands,small stream trickles thru,
you were born not far from here,you know this is for you,
in the morning of this valley,before the white man knew,
the antelope and lonely wolf,dance upon the morning dew,

ever seeing,always hearing,
living dying,and baby rearing,
the cycle of life is heavy here,
as only one who lives in fear,
living dying,and baby rearing,
fearing that it's ever leaving here,
for if it does,we'll all pass,I fear,
would white man shed a single tear,

raping,only takes to walk this land,
giving very little back, with his own hand,
raping and tearing down our only promised land,
this planet is a legacy,passed unto our band,
taking little from it,healing with our own hand,

live upon our time,in the years of my birth,
taking only what is mine,loving mother earth,
all you see,laid before me,forever what it's worth,
walking this path of lifeafter, the year of my rebirth,
from lowest river,to the highest mountains peak,
from the juniper,the sage,and our oldest age,
we live our way,it's in our blood,now upon the stage,
white man has forgotten,only our forgotten rage,

he came along with his cold steel,
only taking that, to us our only Real,
he cuts across our mountains high,
cuts white marks across our sky,
leaving our mother earth only hurt,
leaving us to live in only dirt,
raping our only mother earth,
forever only what it's worth,
killing only mother earth.............M.1313

*if any wish to tag make it worth our time,make it worth your rhyme*

M I'm impressed with this one keep up the good work!!

awwwwwww,no tagg?...lol...THANX!!!
as stated,it was from a dream,
just had to spit it out this AM,
while it was still fresh............M1313

That was good Miguel. UUUUUUUUhh huh huh.....like....Muy Beun.....and
stuff!! :)

Just fu**in with ya cuz!! I liked it man. You were a poet and didn't
even know it!!

oh,I know it,just sometimes hard to show it...lol...M1313

That was awesome baby and yes I will tagg on just need a lil tim for th
noise to settle here and in my head.

I think it's great. You aked for a tagg to show how much. Just remember
I don't normally write poetry, cause I can't.

Bother Eagle leaves the sky
His young no longer born
The loss makes me cry
As his cry from my ear is torn.

For not writting, that was pretty good.

hello fineporcelain

yea what fineporcelain said,,,pretty good!

Thanx. Had to think long and hard though.

Hey Bogie

If I didn't think it I wouldn't have said it.

I honestly thought it was very good, for someome wjo has stated himself
that he hardly ever does poetry.

honesty is another reason this topic is opened...

Spirits of immortals,on ashes they stand
Haunted by a time,the white americans scorched
their land
What once was a matter of trade and borrow,even
of goods no man would sacrifice
There was a claim by force and of greed,that caused
many to die
Their fate was weighed by a ruthless hand,upon the
plains of the cherokee..
but in the wake of confusion,the souls were cast free
Their burning boats and savaged lands,shattered every
working mans desire
We were born of sky and earth only to die by its fire
And though we shall not forget the damage they have done
by the spirits of the indians..we rise above the fallen ones
Geronimo,Crazy Horse,Sitting bull..and blackheart rise
and reclaim all that you're worth..In honor you're placed
in the hands of the new mother Earth


sorry mike,Im not the best at writing this kind of stuff...but your poem
was definately one of your best

Michael this is by far the best I have seen of your work thus far.
Good to see that there is something behind the man of words of love.

Elders’ songs

Immortal brothers from the past,
Gifts of song they must last.
Songs do tell, things untold,
Lands depleted, crops of mold.

Land lay barren torn, tattered,
Sprits gone, dreams shattered.
Life of past tribes of old,
Songs of elders have been sold.

Things of land to the sea,
Songs of elders speak to me.
Speak of times, buffalo free,
Hunting skins, meat plenty.

Now the stories told of old,
Speak of friendships made of gold.
Travel far many a day,
Seek a friend far away.

Now to see these friends of old,
Close my eyes a spirit told
Told me now I see him old,
Friendships worth the fee of gold.

Now to know this gold of song,
Sell a soul to know is wrong.
Now to hear the days of old.
Hear the songs the elders told.

Craig

Thank You All for your reply,
without them,to get me high,
I know slowly my heart will die,
respect and honor wrote about,
like feathers on th' sky,
we really just do without,
and forever wonder why,
for poems are th' food,
of our forgotten lives,
some are really feelin' good,
some are really givin' hives,
be it funny,
be it sad,
be it loving,
or will it make me mad?

we write our rhyme for many lost web,
just like the mighty river,
every wash and flow,all forgotten ebb,
let us not destroy it,
our world nor our rhyme,
let us not destroy it,
this world is only ours,
for just one lonely thyme.........M.

here's your tagg Mike... Loved yours!! ;o)

Mother Earth in all her glory
mourns weepingly o'er her loss..
Man has conquered...
Killed, raped and pillaged...
destroying all her beauty..
with respect abandoned and tossed!!

As in answer..
her fury rages...
Tsunami's, quakes and lava flows..
cold or warmth
where none before...
her anger fully unleashed.
we watch in horror..
helpless in our plight..
yet holding ALL the Power..
the skills and answers
sorely sought...
lay in our present hour!
BC

VERY,VERY,----COOL MICKY......YEP!!!!!!! GOOD POST DUDE....