#smallpoems Apache Black Hawk Chinook Lakota Helicopters descendants of Cavalry tactics born on the Great Plains Named for Nations now conquered and canonized by by the conqueror
Tales traveling on God's rays, answers scatter in elastic truths of today particles simmering just below the horizon orange darts glisten with hope dancing on air #smallpoems
#literacies #smallpoems Eclipse critiques of digital shallows rather flip my fancy in Fuana and Fora. Life itself living in tidal pools of Carr's Shallows than sit in systems and Locks. Deep canals of well controlled knowledge
#smallpoems Sea dust sinks and rises in doldrums of dying seas tufts and puffs carving and converting air's abundance into rarity of life. Will colonies bloom into kingdoms fed on Phosphates of Anthropogenic invasions? A choking stratification as life begets life.
#smallpoems Viscous Forces resistant to porous courses sins of past cast a pitch, a slow drip of progress yet fluidity fastest at the axis as distortion dries on walls of history Together We climb taller in action lacrimal ducts sponging tears of tyranny into a meniscus height climbing past surface tensions
not our words Like Flower Moon before Legends of conquered Live on in tales of New England farmers while Genocide broke many a Lodge words hang a Wigwam frame abandoned but holding up our soul to Forgiveness #smallpoems
#smallpoems Strawberry moon rises over Dawn's Land a rekindling of Sacred Fire Wabanaki Council rises over Dawn's Land born to task lighting spirits in Four Directions calling All to the Grandmother's Declaration Affirming the Three Sisters hanging over our summer sun Wingspread protections cast moonlit shadows on decimated peoples Now recognized Like the st
#smallpoems #writingcommunity #poemsofpresence Our tree now stretches a blanket pulled over, warming us all. Leaves, tired, thirsty drained by savage drought of human history. Unfurling on a new day, A new hour. And while we look up, and bask in new light we can never forget No root, no tree, Silently, underground networks worked to make it happen. Our roots
Eyes wrenching in pain sprayed by lies of a Tyrant's Hubris. Truth emerges as a Hero of Swann Street spreads wings feathered in humanity wrapping stings of pain in visions of hope #smallpoems
stomping missives of misery laundered on pains of painted hands clocks turning time and time again Not Forgotten they fester as nightmares in light for little ones who lack the luxury to forget #smallpoems
#smallpoems A maze of misery Girdles our Trees of Liberty killing at edges vines of Bittersweet climbing choking Hungry thirst siphoning sucking on resources while greed steals the sun leaving us to mire in tangled darkness at the door of reclaimed history at edges of society a nasty force we must uproot hands dirty in work of getting it done.