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Twilight Panther

 

 

Proud Hemeoone

to

My Hetane

Silent Cougar

 

 

 

 TWILIGHT PANTHER and SILENT COUGAR  

proud CHEYENNE MATES...

 rewriting the book always....

 

''NEMEHOTATSE-FOREVER AND A DAY''

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 A Mother, Wife, Grandmother and Friend to all! I love life and all of gods creations. I live in a deep wooded forest where Owls, Hawks and yes even a Black panther roam. And occasionaly a Linx will visit, with deer and birds of all kinds live throughout my yard. I am an herbalist of 25 yrs. I have four Children..3 boys and 1 girl. 9 Grandchildren and 1 Great Grandchild. I am 1/2 Native American, some would call me a "Moon Child" for I love the night! I was born with the name; ~TENDER WOLF WALKING~ I have been blessed and honoured by my hetane with the Totem name of 'TWILIGHT PANTHER'. I love reading and writing poetry, mood writing is my style. Although it will mostly be about nature for that is where I draw my greatest strength. Not much confidence, so I am shy about posting my works. Hope you enjoy reading my poems and I welcome any and all comments so that it may help me become a better writer! I have been taken in by my teacher freespirit51 who is now my cheyenne sister LITTLE WIND I am honored to call her family!

 

 

 

 

 

Never take more than you give,

      

and remember all life is precious!

 

 

 

 

My HETANE

We roam quietly with lonely hearts

and ask if it was meant to be...

then someone comes along

and sets that lonely heart free!

 

                                                

True Secrets

 

 

 

The call of the panther

      is a womans cry

 

The mystery of a woman

     is the panthers mark of life

 

The sweet breath of the panther

      draws it's prey

 

The essence of woman

      draws her mate

 

The rythme of one

      is like the other

 

The woman moves with

      slowness and grace

 

The panther follows

      in her place

 

Together they become as one...Ladies of the night

 

 

My Hetane at peaceful rest

 

'only one breath away'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdiyInOr6BA

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watchv=K9kh371mh1I&NR=1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Tigress

 

A tigress soul she does possess,

    she prowls by night with a restless spirit.

 

Into a world she does not belong,

    here she must walk alone.

 

Time has left her misunderstood,

    beautiful,wild and untamed.

 

Where does she belong? Not in mans world,

    where evil waits,not in nature,she's not as one.

 

A tigress spirit her soul does hold,yet human

    suffering is what grows.

 

She sits among the cubs of life,the watcher,

    keeper and protector of all.

 

The woman and the tigress are still seen as one...

 

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 Mother Nature

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She humbly sits with those she loves

    listening with her heart.

 

Mending broken spirits and soothing wounded

    souls.

 

Life gathers around her,each waiting it's turn,

    for all know she will never leave them

    and each will have their turn.

 

She waits by day and roams at night,

    her love felt by all.

 

The forest feels the peace for

    Mother Nature is about...

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 This was dedicated to me by my dear friend "Walking shadow"

Spirit of the Walking shadow

 

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Forever is my heritage,

    And...   

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 Heritage I will forever be!

 

 

 

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 Love is playful

 

 

Love is playful filled with joy,

 

Good and bad but always caring.

 

Love moves the heart and warms the soul.

 

Self sacrificing is it's greatest reward.

 

It's the simple pleasures of life,

 

A heated moment,thats lost in time,

 

A gentle kiss-a warm embrace-

 

When words-are just not enough...

 

        Dedicated to:   

MY BROTHER AND FRIEND  (Wayne Leon Learmond)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                     

 

 

                                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Last Wolf

  

Why do you think I'm not important?
You have hunted me untill I am almost no more.
You've killed my young,destroyed my home,
Forgot I to belong.
I lived in the wild, I did not bother you.
I took only what I needed to live, the same as you.
You feared me so you sought to kill me.
Why was my coat so important to you,
And not the rest of me?
Have I not been punished enough,
That you feel you must cage me
In order to undo the damage you have done?
Why do you think I'm not important?!...
  Now you have even taken my
Freedom!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Hidden Lake

There is a lake in the middle of the woods
Untouched by human hands
Where wildlife come to drink
Unafraid of man.
There is a peace like you've never known
Resting all about
Waiting for a weary traveler,
Fox, bear or doe.
The water's crystal clear,
And ripples with the wind;
Mother Earth is breath-taking,
Welcoming me in.
'Sit, my child of the earth,
And become one with me.
I'll show you beauty -- more than your eyes can see'
As I sat with the lake, I knew
I was one with everything...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Freedom of the night       

 

 

 

 

 

a gift from my beautiful GrandDaughterhttp://allpoetry.com/BrittT1211

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

 

       

                    

 

 

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Loss of the mighty Hawk

 

 

 

a mighty hawk sat upon a shaky wire in town
its wings bushed, its head held low,
its energy was that of sorrow

i silently asked this mighty bird
what could his troubles be
and with a sigh his heart did reply...

i lost my mate to the big moving things,
the trees are slowly leaving,
food is scarce, no more young to teach,

man has taken everything!
i weep for all my kind as
pride slowly dies.

can you tell me...
where will i live
when you have taken everything?

 

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Running with the Wolves

 

Women of all ages who are tough,
smart and untamed,
who is filled with great wisdom,
insight and love.
She is Woman...
passionate, creative and has
an ageless knowing of time.
She holds the keys to her
instinctual nature... her fertile
and life giving soul.
She is the Wild Woman
but yet another endangered species!
We must empower the woman within,
to be true to her nature
and be in touch with her creativity,
humor and strength.
She must dance to her own rhytm
and sing her own song..
sit upon the ground, lean against a tree,
find the caves of lost identity...
leaning against the cheek of GOD.
Fires need to be built at night,
stories need to be told.
Start gathering all the pieces to your lost soul!
No matter where she comes from
the passage way she will understand.
The Wild and Woman intuitively
will always belong to her...

 

 

 

               

 

 

My AP family 

 

 

MY AP HETANE Silent Cougar

MY WONDERFUL AND BRAVE SON  BRAVE BEAR 

MYBUDDYfaderman1959 http://allpoetry.com/faderman1959                                                    

MY TWIN SISTER   Troyias   "SilverMoon"

MY SISTER Meme Wheeler  

MY SISTER OF THE NATIONShttp://allpoetry.com/WolfHeart

My Master Poet and dear friend Tomisb

MY HONOR STUDENTand DEAR FRIEND Gd66uk http://allpoetry.com/Gd66uk

MY beautiful SIDE KICK and play thing PassionsPromise
My sister  Wolf Mistress "White Winter Wolf"

my daughter Amera "Little Blue STAR"
poeticweaver- my pet of the skies FOUR HAWKS

Tawk-  sister WinterMoon
marctheman-  sweet brother with big broad shoulders

Revanlous- Niece

annie scott- sister

SunflowerRose~beautiful sister

stinkletoes~Little sweet heart...sister

Angelina Avaritia~ my smexy wabbit chaser

 

                                                                                                                                         

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