The wind wickers
through leaf. Light casts
edge in sharp relief,
falls in columns, tall, to the floor.
Foot falls on humus, soft,
whispers the passing of man.
The bend of grasses yield signs
of path ‘ere stirred by wind’s chase.
What’s given matters little,
unless reflected in receipt.
Released into the heart, each touch
creates its own story told in vision.
Peace is easy in open space,
without convulsion of torrent’s flood.
Little remembered: each man’s course.
Long realized: the damage of humanity’s force.
Boundless are the songs of love,
waves against the clutch of greed.
The closed fist of fear feigns control
in strife with its stories of arrogant might.
Will our legacy upon this earth
be found in the bend of grass
or in a dark and muddy path?
Our stories: the triumph
of living with
or against.
12:10 PM
11/25/07
Langley HIlls, VA
In a list
A contest entry
- Native American Heritage Month, Everyone Welcome! by Luna Tique Fringe.
1400 points, ended November 30, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Well I must say; I would sure be left without words, if I tried to comment on all of your writes.
Thank you for the read again today.
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thanks. I am amazed that you find so much in my words to want to keep reading. It humbles me.
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I write much, but most I don't think is worth even the paper it's wrote on. But I do keep it, cause someday maybe it maybe of some use for one of my children in time of need. And what has no value to one maybe a treasure to another. Thank you again.
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This is a favorite of mine from you. I am very emotional over this one...I love the ending.
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Learning to live with and give thanks. Be responsible. It doesn't matter how often you win when it is easy. It only matters how well you succeed when it gets hard. Glad you understand, I write for men.
Love, Tom B.
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Nice poem! If I hadn't read that it was for a contest for Native American Hertitage month then I probably wouldn't have known. But it did come across with a strong message about us needing to learn to live with nature instead of against it like a lots of us do. I think it was very positive and beautiful in its message.
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The message was what was important. I wanted it seated in what I had learned from the Native Americans I have known in my life. It seemed the most respectful path. It felt like honored them and it was the honorable way to do it. Thanks for enjoying it and taking to the time to leave me with your thoughts.
May your holiday season be filled with riches for the spirit and may joy flow through your heart.
Love, Tom B.
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I am tpuched, surely by the gentle penning of such as this. I receive this poem as pure soulful understanding and wish that we al learn to lvie together ; the earth, its beings, and such as you and I. We have nothing but those whisperings to rnmind us that as long as the grass grows, we shall never never forget for there are new ones coming along that remember and are encouraged to remember by such as this.
Our culture has never died...no,..but it is kept safe until such time as it is needed to fix what needs fixing...
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I am glad I shared this with you. I had a hell of a time writing it. I wanted to show my respect and my love for my planet, my world, my people and the ones that went before me and since this is for a Native American Tribute for them most of all. It is easy to say. Not quite, so simple to do. I didn't want to be cliched nor to obscure. Both ideas seemed passe to me. Besides I demand a lot more in the areas of honor and respect than most I have learned over time. My thanks.
May your holiday season be filled with riches for the spirit and may joy flow through your heart.
Love, Tom B.
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You create the tear for each moment in a passing of history that I have wept for, a people who I have cried with and over, that is my emotional baggage I live with each day, how humanity can easily cleanse the earth of a culture and then simply wipe its hands as though they never existed at all. This makes me weep again though feeling sorry does not fix it. I wonder if anything really can? Love, C
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We learn to celebrate the world we live in. We learn that peace is a transitive verb. We study ways to make the best use of our replenishable resources and how to use wisely and honorably our limited ones. Perhaps?
There is hope. All is not lost. We may be insufferable for our foolishness, but we are not lost.
Love, Tom B.
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The picture is beautiful and your words are enchanting, together they create stunning imagery and provoke thought in the reader, this was a lovely penning and my pleasure to read
~Tia
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Hello stranger. I didn't realize how much I missed you till I saw you again. It is great to see you. Glad you like my simple words.
May your holiday season be filled with riches for the spirit and may joy flow through your heart.
Love, Tom B.
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First, let me say that I love the graphic. I am a bird lover nd recently discovered that my father's ancestors are part of the Choctaw "bird clan". So, the graphic is mesmerizing for me.
There is so much to fill the spirit in these words. I do believe that "our legacy" is buried and atop the soil. It reaches heights unimaginable and depths that still must be unearthed. Your poem is poignant and speaks with beating drum the history of a native people that knew what every morsel of God's gift meant. I also believe that it is vital that we reacquaint ourselves with the Earth and the beauty therein. We should learn some tribal lessons of love and respect then, we will know what our ancestors were trying to share with us, even unto today. Brilliant work! I wish you well in the challenge. This poem is truly worthy of placing here.
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥
Renee
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I have been on my own vision quest. I imagined seeing the world today or even the world after the settlers had come and the vision of war and arguement. What would the visionary think. From seeing everything being part of world gift and trying to make best use of it to a world where men divided it up and abused it.
Well I did my best. I am glad to see it touched someone. We will see if others hear the call
Love Tom B.
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