No More Giants

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Giants in gray uniforms,

don’t walk these beaches anymore,

no military boots, with swords,

calling for slavery, still there are shadows,

that linger in the hearts of some,

waiting to be released,

waiting to inject,

with hatred.

They are losing every day,

as love grows strong,

and respect for people,

love will win,

love always wins,

just too slowly sometimes.

We just need a few more,

shepherd boys, and girls,

men and women with slingshots,

ready to fight, and take down,

the Goliath of prejudice.

We will win.

This is our beach now,

this is our land.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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

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The Old Church House

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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.

 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

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

Muskets

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I understand loving, some of history,

how we learned and grew,

freedom,

but down the hallways of time,

Africans are still crying for their children,

their freedom, wrapped in chains,

and the first people are still weeping,

losing everything.

I cannot, I will not,

celebrate their death,

and there are no muskets in heaven.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

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

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.”

 

The Old Stone Fort

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On the other side of the window,

down the grey, damp hallways,

you can hear the echoes, of chains rattling,

and the whispers of ghosts,

shackled in regret.

Occasionally the camera of a tourist,

will pick up a stray image, unseen,

to the eye.

If you listen carefully,

you can hear the moaning, the lamenting,

of history’s blood.

Regardless of the flags they carried,

the ghosts declare,

“we should have never had slavery”

“we should have never harmed,”

“the first people”,

forever and ever declaring,

“we should have never destroyed,”

“their cultures”,

and the noise of their chains,

rattles down the grey, damp hallways,

of the old stone fort,

for eternity.

Blessings to everyone and peace!

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

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

At Night

Horse at Night

At night,

the wild horses shift quietly,

breathing in the moonlight,

an occasional snort, and head shake,

watching the lights of the ranch,

with a weary eye,

wondering if they will be next,

broken or worse.

The buffalo have a memory,

pondering their history at night,

asking where the people are,

that use to give them honor,

singing and dancing,

around the campfire.

A lonely First Nations wife,

cries at night, sick with fear,

heartbroken,

her angry husband, leaving again,

she watches the door, wondering,

if he will be alive in the morning,

she prays he will return, to his people.

An executive watches his wife,

sleeping at night in their mansion,

worried, did he do the right thing?

gone for weeks at a time,

does she even know him?

does he even know her?

He wants to love her again,

will it work?

He is hopeful.

A lot can happen,

out on the Great Plains,

in the quiet,

at night.

 moon at night

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Wounded

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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