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Poetry: Seep Bone Coldly

No warrior’s death is coming for me
no blood stained sword to release
my foolish life from it’s hollow chest
as I slow die on this field of shame.
Stench of copper vile taste of metal
adrift I’m alone and battered and torn
oh that I could recompense my love!

No quiet wake of honor shall be held
no slow loving march of the damned
will sure carry me to eternal sleep
no I shall ever wail silently as I decay.
Terrible mists of doom rise eerily and
creep hauntingly through fading eyes
cast upon the distant shore of love lost.

No angels of mercy will soar this field
thick with the rancor of bitter defeat
they will not remove this elegiac song
shrouded by sick stench of stoic hope.
Oh that I could in great haste be felled
not seep bone coldly into Hades cruel
might his dread hot abyss of suffering.

No arrow swiftly flying will find its mark
no sword nor spear will ever pierce me.
Aye, this poison by which I die yet slow
breaks the design of even black vultures.
I will wither and die in years as it reigns
cold perfect terror over me and claws at
where slow my life leaking seeps to hell.

Poetry: Deadly Enemies

the movie got it
all wrong
you see
those big guns
pointed at a
different horizon

the battle that
raged had more
prisoners than dead
but that’s old
news and dead men
tell no tales

your ranks are
depleted
troops fighting
formidable forces
against all odds
trench warfare

now a brutal
war of
endless attrition
in the interest
of annihilating
deadly enemies

all heroes
make it home
eventually
notify the next
of kin
for the dead

all wars come
to an end
eventually
rally the troops
for the
final campaign

the outcome
is certain
ticker tape parade
the ground
in ruins
soldiers fade away

reflections of
the wreckage
an inevitability
though the cost
was great
the heart rejoices.

My Photography: distinction

Thought I’d start a new section of my blog using my newfound passion for photography. I see poetry all around me, I’d like to share my views of the world using just my Samsung phone for now–horrendous camera fyi.  Then I’m using a basic photo editor to manipulate them into apoeticlife!

Distinction

A little memorial piece sitting in garden behind Building 7.  Let us never forget!

Poetry: Shawnee Vets

(for America’s original true Veterans)

Government of Kings
where shall you bide?
Now that the
Great Horned Serpent
has appeared while
Thunderbirds screech
and lament in
desolate skies?

Oh great people of
Our Grandmother!
Amass your island
conjure the Turtle
retreat upon the seas
of your origination.

Oh Yakwawi!
Hairless Bear Monster
safeguard them
as they retreat from
their once
inviolable ground!
Shield and embrace them
prevent their ruination.

The pelts of the
Exalted Buffalo
could never thwart
the wicked deeds
Execution
Destruction
Subjugation
of your great peoples.

Vomit the rancid taste
of Poisoned Treaties
onto alien mud!
Rise and follow
Great Tecumesh:
Chief Shooting Star
Warrior
as he defends your Tribe.

Oh the earthquake
that ravages you!
Disease and War
vanquishing you.
Kokumthena grieves
weeps over the
loss and dread…
the Wolf ever
undoing Her Eternal
Task.

Fear not, for you
will be swaddled in
Her Skeemotah
She will smite down
evil and wicked ones
you will come home
to her embrace.

Algonquin cries of
the razed and the raped
deafening
carried on the winds
of Sawage falling dead
as your bones
disintegrate and scatter
over once Holy Refuges.

Mishe Moneto saw
Cyclone Person cowered
Misignwa hid
in her forest of hope.

Dress and paint your
rotting decaying
putrid Warriors
whose eyes
vacant
stare coldly
to the West with longing.

Bodies opulent in dress
painted poignant hues.
Prepared tenderly
so to pass the glorious
Thunderbirds whose
lightning eyes illuminate
hallowed lands of Elders.

Oh testify with reverence
and adulation and devotion
of the Turkey and Turtle
Rounded-Feet and Horse
the Raccoon and Rabbit
Oh such imperial clans.

Oh Great Nomads!
Stomp your Great Dance
around Wikkums erected
from tree barks
and sap and brush
and cattails
strive to seek
to protect
to preserve what
Mishaami are left.