As the fiery God cast his golden glimmer,
The new day waited, silent-
From the shadows of yonder birch came,
A warrior, bonnet held high.
Atop the painted pony with graceful gait,
Soon after, a reckless rage.
The crimson flowed, as eternity stood still-
Primitive screams throughout.
Prairie parasites perched,
Await the oncoming feast-
The Warrior appeared majestic,
Adorned with what was his.
Years and years have since passed,
As the crimson Nation, and birches fell.
The land was never theirs to take,
Only the spirit, in the dust remains.
(enters the haunting of Harrah)
My grandfather came to me,
As the trail of tears fall.
The god of the skies hidden,
In shades, of disgust's hue.
Patches of red reserved,
To plots of absolution.
The walking poor, stripped-
In a high rolling game.
Parading penguins, paradoxed
Await the oncoming feast-
The Warrior appeared malevolent,
Rusted in rushing Roulette.
Snake eyes piercing souls,
Buffalo nickels on the roll,
Colorless men accepting toll...
Only the spirit, in the dust remains
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Written October 28th, 2005
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whoa! I think so farthis a favorite. i cant think of a way it could be better. very strong and enigmatic.
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A wonderfully written piece, a metaphor so well used. Excellent! Hugs, Patricia
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Deeply spiritual
Dearest Heart --
This made me think of the symbolic meaning of the color RED -- in the Biblical terms Edom means RED. Jesus the Christ was "red from the vine press" -- He also spilt his Holy blood as the highest form of Sacrifice.
Crimson carries the spiritualization of blood and its regal victory.
I read this poem several times, and every time I see something else.
Myra -
'...Snake eyes piercing souls, Buffalo nickels on the roll, Colorless men accepting toll...Only the spirit, in the dust remains' What a beautiful & poignant penning, my Friend...What Sorrow lay across the Soul of the Heartland...Bravo, Scribe...Your Grandfather is proud of you, Richard...
Wanderer
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beautiful scribe
TRUELY A MASTER PIECE TO BRING DOWN HE WHO CALLS HIM SELF THE "MASTER"! this scripture is so powerful. i could feel the breezes of a million ghosts across my flesh while reading this!( please forgive me it that sounds corny) this is a strong message to thoes who shead blood across mama earth in almost every land, thoes who still continue this perverse, disgusting rituals of the past. blessings to you king and the millions that can truely feel these words -
excellent
This was a very special poem, full of the past and with the spirit of the future, perhaps.
I loved the metaphorical use of a casino and the combination of what was and what is.
A very beautiful and thought provoking poem - thank you for sharing.
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Interesting piece. I think I need to read it a few more times, which says a lot...in that I want to read it a few more times !
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hmmm...interesting...really interesting...I enjoyed it!
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Amazing job
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Richard, this was a nice way to end the contest my friend. I have enjoyed having you this second time around, and I look forwrd to you being a judge with me in the next season to come.
It just ain't APTP without some Mud- Man.
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wow this is strange yet goes in tune to Edgar Allen Poe in a way unless that is just me but I think this was really good...a little confusing but good.
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Wow!!! I think this is very well written!!! Great and hard vocabulary words you have!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep up the good work and keep on making more poems!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love, Priscilla Segura
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Excellent
oh my yes! a piercing poem with an archaic flair! I love it! -
a splendid halloween time write
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Hautingly poignant poem, Muddy. Perhaps in a past life I too was a native to this land, as the culture and spirituality has always moved me beyond the norm. I'm sure your grandpa is smiling down on such words as yours.
peace
doug
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this is as everyone else has said beautiful and written in the elagent style that we have come to adore well done muddy
love and light
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This is absolutly beautiful. I have a friend who is 100% Native American (I'm only part) and the first thing I thought when I read this was how strong our ancestors were. I'm sure your grandfather would appriciate this, it's amazing. Keep it up
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King, I assume (and we all know what assume does...lol.) that we are talking about the spirit of the native or the native Indian. It is a well written and a mentally stirring piece and I enjoyed both past and present. but lean more to present. good write. image and Visions.
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Wow, I'm astounded - this was absolutely amazing - the way you told the history encompassed the fear, the bravery, the tears ... absolutely brilliant - loved reading this one!!!
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Wow, that is great. my favorite line was the parading penguin line, i dont know why, i just like it. Keep up the great writes!
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History has not been kind to the native American peoples - and no amount of anything can make up for that past. Enjoyed this well written poem and how you wrote it, personalizing it through your grandfather, Well done.
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Richard, you applaud me for being true to me but I believe you have done that as well - it is how you write, its who you are. This is fabulous and I have learned to expect no less from you. To read the words you see an image, to read the words and look beneath them, you see a soul and if you read the words, look beneath them and travel through the soul, you see a man, flesh and blood with intelligence, spirit and love. This is fabulous.
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An interesting piece. It pulls me in.....makes one want to read it again and again (just one re-read so far); I just get a sense that this is going deeper than I am at the moment.
Anyway, really wonderful write, and good luck in the contest!
~ ~ Sincerely, Janet ~ ~
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I have always admired the American Indian and have always felt the shame of the white people for doing what they did. Even when watching the old cowboy and indian westerns on T.V. I always pulled for the Indians. There beauty and the magical aura around them enchanted me as a little girl....and still does. How shamed we all should be that we placed the tears where they fall.
~Lyrical
Edited on Oct 28, 11:50 because ''.
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