August 6, 1965

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The actor was teaching us,

about Britain and the colonies,

I can’t help thinking though,

there were no rights,

for some people.

And yet they were here, a part of us,

the first people,

being pushed west, dying,

and Africans being bought and sold,

in the market place,

God have mercy.

It wasn’t until August 6, 1965,

that African Americans could vote,

imagine, 1965.

Dr. King.

And by the way,

Britain abolished slavery,

long before we did.

God have mercy on us.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

 

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The Faded Village

chiefs from google

My brothers, I cannot understand it,

the people were my lifeblood for so long,

now my pen hardly remembers.

Is the village still there?

Did you go to the mountains?

I can still see the earth,

your story, uplifted,

faded memory, calling to be clear,

feathers on a bridle, hunting for fresh food,

families, around the fire,

the cold is beginning to lift now,

with the sun I can see us again,

talking, smoking the pipe,

my pen busy with fire,

even if I do not live there,

I will be sure to visit sometimes.

Be strong my brothers, be free.

 village

 Note: This poem is about inspiration changing over time, which is natural. However, I truly miss writing about First Nations people, and the inspiration.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Visions of India

from lollitop.blogspot
from lollitop.blogspot

The people of India have been speaking to me,

for a long time now,

beauty and gentleness.

I’m not sure when it began,

from yachtaragorn
from yachtaragorn

but my hearing was blocked,

by creeds and ideas,

I couldn’t hear them.

Blurred vision, impaired,

I couldn’t see them.

Now though I can love people

and their culture,

from mirjamletsch
from mirjamletsch

because You are love.

You love India,

I see You there, clearly,

my vision is restored,

my ears have been opened,

to take in the beauty,

the sights and the sounds,

of Your creation. People,

India,

I can’t wait to go there!

from india.blogs.nytimes
from india.blogs.nytimes

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Red

       from MindBodyGreen
from MindBodyGreen

Red reminds me of spices and cultures,

red curry from India,

alive with flavor,

red peppers mixed with Ethiopian lamb,

bursting with heat,

the spice dealer in Hong Kong,

crowded streets, firecrackers at night,

culture and people alive,

sometimes paprika, sweeter than the heat,

Morocco, and couscous.

Red also reminds me of my true love,

Her figure in red dresses, her soft kisses.

H’mm maybe I should buy her that long red dress,

draped in elegance,

then we could go dancing!

kicking off shoes,

red is vibrant and alive!

 Red Dress

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

White and Brown

Two Hands

There is no such thing as a white person,

if I hold a white piece of paper in the mirror,

I am not white, I’m a lighter shade of brown,

with a few drops of pink mixed in.

some are beige or tan,

some are a medium brown,

and some are dark, but all are beautiful,

and white is only beautiful, if next to other colors,

like snowflakes against a night sky.

Adam and Eve never had any prejudice,

help us God, to feel connected to one another,

from the same source,

interrelated,

human beings,

infused with color.

A beautiful rainbow family with twin girls.
A beautiful rainbow family with twin girls.

 

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Old Photographs

Carries the War Staff - Crow Nation - 1910
Carries the War Staff – Crow Nation – 1910
Sitting Bear - Unk Nation - 1908
Sitting Bear – Unk Nation – 1908

 

The good thing about old photographs,

is that they tell us people were alive then,

they become real to us,

even if for just a few minutes.

The people had names,

they lived,

        they struggled,

they had joy?

So much decimation, and pain, and yet

here they are.

I would never intentionally dishonor anyone,

in fact maybe presenting them,

could bring them honor,

in some small, small way they could live again.

Sadness,

rest in peace my brothers and sisters.

Holds His Enemy - Crow Nation - 1910Holds His Enemy – Crow Nation – 1910
 
Little Bird - Arapaho Nation - 1898
Little Bird – Arapaho Nation – 1898
Note: I have included info on each photograph, including the person’s name, tribe affiliation (Nation) and date of the photograph if there was one. Sometimes there was a name and no tribe, or there was a tribe listed and no name. Notice the pipe held by some of the men.

Pretty Nose - Northern Cheyenne Nation - 1880
Pretty Nose – Northern Cheyenne Nation – 1880

Nez Perce Nation 1900
Nez Perce Nation 1900

Unknown
Unknown

 

Hail Stone - Unknown Nation
Hail Stone – Unknown Nation

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Wounded

Man and Wife 1886

We could not understand

what they went through,

incomprehensible. We were blind.

More than just the land was stolen,

we stole their food, their clothing,

their children’s language, gone,

their dignity, who they were as people,

destroyed with a hammer, and a shovel,

digging graves, looking for gold,

the Mississippi River giving up the ghost,

shadows blocking the sun.

And now?

what would Chief Joseph say

about the casinos?

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree