Ode to the Native American in Me - And real ones

A Poem by The_Ancient_Rock

Let us always remember, the old ways, traditions and cultures. All diversity. Blessed be... Individuality, free thinking, religious freedom, all freedom.

Ode to the Native American in Me - And real ones

There is a Native American in Me...

You may always or never... see,

The Native American in Me...

Wants to run, hunt,

and fight with the tribe.

Loves... nature, His children,

and under a teepee,

or even just in the bushes,

or under a tree,

make love with His chosen wife.

The Native American in Me...

Despises pallid faces...

And enjoys tracking down,

and leaving traces...

Not much... of a... Jew...

But sometimes, enjoys eating stew.

The Native American in Me...

Can be a bit Kosher...

And a fornicator and a luster.

The Native American in Me...

Is a bit... of a Shaman.

And sees some good things...

Other visions, depends... bad Omens.

The Native American in Me...

Doesn't like wicked women or evil men...

And always says... many things in life...

Never Manitou's plan.

The Native American in Me...

Doesn't really enjoy, and despises war...

Finds it to be... quite cruel,

brutal, and a bore.

But it must... along with the...

Warriors of the Tribe...

Defend his family, loved ones, friends,

sons, daughters, and... wife.

The Native American in Me...

Doesn't like prison, abstinence,

castration or chains...

Find such things truly,

horrible, terrible... restraints,

that create tremendous pains.

The Native American in Me...

Can be a Mohawk, Iroquois,

Comanche or an Apache.

But still enjoys... enough freedom,

to the ones not like He.

The Native American in Me...

Can do... Magic... sometimes good...

Other times, bad or even very tragic.

When this savage and primal me...

Spots a real enemy...

it can fight, bash, smash,

do blood spill and kill.

But also tries to be peaceful...

And not to resort to things,

so very cruel.

The Native American in Me...

Is sometimes good...

Caring and loving, can give food...

Other times, to some, can be bad...

And sometimes He...

Can be and get really MAD!

The Native American in Me...

Enjoys the women of the tribe...

and the whole world.

And has to some has been told...

Really has no complex,

about love and sex...

And really needs no pretext.

This savage primal, almost animal,

That lives in Me...

Sometimes... dresses like a Wolf,

or a Bear, and acts like a beast...

He never tries to be,

or thinks he is the best...

Leaves such things to rest...

And alone... or with the tribe...

He really loves to feast...

Did many drugs, enjoys fire-water,

Enjoys, drums and music,

and crazy dancing, around a campfire.

This sometimes, almost crazy...

feral Me...

Beauty in many things may see...

Life, The Sun, the Moon,

savage animals, many creatures,

trees, rivers, plants, the sea,

day, night and shining stars.

Finds bad to be exiled... or behind bars.

Because of this... Native-American in Me...

Many point me the finger, wish to destroy,

torture, and murder me...

and to bring extinction to my People.

Some think and feel... they own that right

and are in a much higher steeple.

The Native American in Me...

May mourn in strange ways...

He may beat on drums, chant,

give praise, be drunk,

sing, write... cry and laugh...

or... get angry...

kick and punch,

or do some very crazy dance.

This sometimes... Wise-Man...

Lives Life, without a really Great Plan.

Can be... a Medicine Man...

Have strange ways... to heal.

He can use potions or plants,

or stones, or ash...

Sometimes to eat...

He has to hunt and kill.

Would love to live very well...

but doesn't really,

like money or cash...

This primal, almost pre-historic,

savage... that lives in Me...

Would like... to go back to the roots,

and the past, a more...

Natural and balanced way of life,

maybe even, way more healthy to the,

spirit, soul and mind.

But recognizes such,

is an impossibility...

And in many... modern things...

much usefulness... needfulness,

and even fun... He can find.

And such is the "life",

and wicked reality...

And the very sad "story",

of the Native Americans.

© 2023 The_Ancient_Rock

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Soyam

A poignant contemplation of a bygone era,
Where harmony with nature was held dear.
The yearning for a simpler, balanced way,
With nourishment for spirit, soul, and mind at play.
Acknowledging the impossibility to rewind,
Yet finding value in modernity's design.
Balancing usefulness, needfulness, and fun,
A reflection on life's complexities spun.
The plight of Native Americans, a sorrowful tale,
Evoking empathy for their history and trail.
A captivating glimpse into the past and present,
Where appreciation for both is truly evident.

Enjoyed;)

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Soyam

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Coyote Poetry

A few times. I howled with the wolves. I have 180 acre of Ojibwa land in my name in Upper Michigan. Only bears and wolves live upon. One day. When I am too old to run. I will seek my final peace on the land of my family. I enjoyed your poetry my friend. In my soldier days. I was free for a moment. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
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Coyote... my friend.

So nice to hear from you...

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NelliKong

Love how you talk about your Naive American heritage. This is different because you never really see poems that talk about the Native American culture. Keep up the good work.