The Exodus

Oceans 2029

A Story Poem About First Nations People

Stolen horses,

women robbed,

of everything, teeth knocked out,

young men buried,

under the firewater,

and anger.

The hearts of the people turned darker,

than burnt out logs,

without a spark,

barely living.

They slept with hope,

dreamt of the valley,

where the people were born,

where they could tell stories,

and be free.

So they left in the morning,

five Arapaho families,

quietly walking,

realizing they would be chased,

but they needed their home,

to grow teeth again,

to eat real food,

and to feel the love,

seeing the Creator living.

All they ever wanted,

was peace.

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

The Old Church House

Maine and More 345

They still use the old church house,

down at the harbor, but only,

for special occasions, weddings,

and funerals.

A young man from Portugal,

came looking for faith,

but he was guided to the museum,

where it was stored,

looking pretty for tourists,

and photography.

He wondered, if faith would ever,

come back again,

but everyone went to sleep,

no one cared.

He decided he would return,

if he ever needed,

a wedding,

or a funeral.

 

 

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Blessings to everyone and peace!

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

Sing Dear Ones

young chief joseph

“All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.”

Thunder Coming Down from the Mountains (Chief Joseph)

Sing dear ones, sing,

sing of your sorrow and pain,

sing of your people,

your children,

sing of the land erased,

and the buffalo gone,

sing so we can hear you,

not so we can wail,

and cry stone tears,

but so we can remember you,

ask your forgiveness,

and embrace your beauty.

Sing dear ones, sing,

I want to remember.

 

 

 

Note: This quote is part of the 3 Day Quote Challenge given to me by three different people recently. The poem is an add on, and is mine.

A big thank you for the nomination to:

Bella from Arts and Rymes

Lisa from Underground Energy

Erika Kind

Since alot of people having been trying this lately I will wait on nominating someone else.

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image from google

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

Identity

via flicker

If I had a language, and a culture,

like the first people,

I would hold on to them,

close to my heart,

holding on with an iron grip,

and I would spend time,

with brothers and sisters, and cousins,

dancing, singing, feasting,

enjoying the creation, the life.

And if someone took,

my brothers, and sisters, and cousins,

from me, I would be angry,

if someone took my language,

my culture,

then and nowwho I am as a person,

away from me,

I would be angry,

if someone cut my hair,

cut off all our hair,

and threw it in the trash,

so we could look white,

I would be angry,

if someone put us in a school,

to practice being Christians,

to learn how to be white,

I would be angry.

Somehow though,girls in school

in order to survive,

I would have to let it go,

Somehow, I don’t know how,

but somehow,

I would have to learn,

how to forgive,

somehow.

Like Albert White Hat said,

“otherwise it will kill you”.

Forgive, somehow,

then I can be a real person, once again.

albert white hat

Note: This poem is about history, and in particular the boarding schools our nation forced First Nations people to go to. It was difficult to write.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

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

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

top image from pinterest, additional images from google

People I Miss

People I Miss

Gandhi spent time in South Africa,

and said no

to Christianity,

no wonder,

the inner strength of a giant,

peacefully standing up.

Chief Joseph had the wisdom

of ten men, and a gentle spirit,

hated fighting but fought,

to save his people, then

he stopped fighting, to save his people,

from annihilation.

Mother Teresa gave her life

away to the poor,

living among the dying,

the streets filled with compassion

when she walked by,

her wrinkled hand reaching everyone.

 

I never met them,

yet I miss them.

Strength and compassion,

both,

at the same time.

 

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1938

1938

I was laughing, at Cary Grant,

and Katharine Hepburn,

black and white,

until I started remembering,

the history.

Madmen were alive then, drunk,

on power and racism,

speaches of hate, war,

twisted cross, fire and bombs,

millions of dead bones to their credit.

Accountable for each fragment,

each ruined life.

I also noticed

there were no African Americans,

in that movie,

prosperity was for whites only.

Decades later,

the struggle, protests,

sitting, in the front of the bus,

Rev. King being a light,

water cannons,

turned on humans. Marches.

“I have a dream…”

An entire group of people,

fighting,

to be considered equals,

PEOPLE.

So the movie isn’t funny,

anymore.

A lot was about to happen,

1938, and beyond.

 

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Chevy

Chevy

Ratchet turning to the left

taking off the valve cover,

scraping off the gasket

with a putty knife.

Thinking of Tracy while

putting on the new.

Underneath the monolith,

draining the life blood – oil,

new filter.

Up top, adjusting the carburetor,

right mixture of fuel and air.

Where did I put her phone number?

Closing the hood, and wiping off smudges,

looking her over, and starting her up,

glass pacs on the exhaust roaring,

mag wheels jumping, ready to rumble.

Does she like me?

There was no time for peace,

too busy looking cool or trying,

it was all about power and speed.

Revving, pushing the clutch in,

taking it out of neutral, putting it in

first gear,

then stomping the gas pedal.

Wheels spinning with smoke,

incredible noise and power,

fishtailing, dragster.

Should I take her to the movies?

It was 1976.

 

 

 

 

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