If The Fate of Native Indians was The Fate of the Whites

THE BUREAU OF WHITE AFFAIRS-author unknown- United Native Americans (UNA)Are proud to announce that it has bought the state of California from The Whites and is throwing it open to Indian settlement. UNA bought California from three winos, found wandering in San Francisco. UNA determined that these three winos were the spokesman for the white people of California. These winos promptly signed the treaty, which was written in Lakota, and sold California for three cases of wine, one bottle of gin, and four cases of beer. Lehman L. Brightman, Commissioner of White Affairs, has announced the following new policies; The Indians have generously agreed to give all Whites living in California four large reservations on which they are to make their new homes. Each reservation will consist of 20 acres and will be located in the following places: Death Valley, The Utah Salt Flats, The Badlands of South Dakota, and the Yukon territory in Alaska. These reservations shall belong to the whites, "...for as long as the sun shines or the grass grows." (or until the Indians want them back.) All land on the reservations will be held in trust for the Whites by The Bureau of White Affairs, and any White who wants to use his land in any way, must secure permission from Commissioner Brightman. Forced marches and evacuations of Whites are to begin immediately so as to open these lands to Indian settlement as quickly as possible. When Whites arrive at the reservations they will be of course, allowed to sell trades and handicrafts at stands by the roadsides. Each White will be provided annually, with one thin blanket, one pair of tennis shoes, a supply of Spam and a copy of the book, "The Life of Crazy Horse." Commissioner Brightman invites all, politically well connected Indian people, to apply for the positions of Reservation agents. If you have less than one year of education, do not speak English, have an authoritarian personality, proof of dishonesty, and a certificate of incompetence, consider yourself well qualified for the position. Paternalistic attitudes and delusions of grandeur a plus. No Whites need apply. Commissioner Brightman also announced the founding of four boarding schools, to which all White youngsters will be sent at the age of six (6). "We want to take those kids far away from the backward culture of their parents," he said. The schools will be located on Alcatraz Island, the Florida Everglades, Point Barrow, Alaska, and Hong Kong. All students arriving at the schools will be stripped of their clothing and forced to wear Indian garb. They will be forced to grow their hair long and in time wear it in braids. Upon arrival, at the schools all White children, will be given IQ tests to determine their understanding of Indian language, culture and survival skills. All those white children that do not measure up to Indian standards will be considered mentally compromised and shunted into courses appropriate to students destined to live lives engaged in menial hard labor. All courses will be taught in Lakota and any child caught speaking English will have their mouth washed out with soap, be whipped, and/or be locked in solitary confinement and denied food for a period of days. Hospitals will be established for the reservations as follows: Whites at Death Valley Reservation may go to the Bangor, Maine Hospital; those at the Yukon Reservations may go to the Miami Beach Hospital; those at the Utah Salt Flats Reservations may go to the Juneau, Alaska Hospital; and those at the Badlands Reservation may receive medical care at the Honolulu, Hawaii, hospital. All hospitals will be staffed by one medical student, a chiropractor, and two crabby army nurses. All hospitals will be supplied with one case of aspirin, a box of Epson salts, and one box of Band-Aids, a pair of pliers, one set of vice grips, and an Exacto knife and a liberal supply of suppositories. Dental care will consist of extraction's only. All whites in need of vision correction will be given a pamphlet on how to squint. All former White churches will be converted to amusement parks for the entertainment of Indians. Interesting statuary and religious artifacts will be purloined by Indian people and sold as curios and collectibles for display in Indian museums and in private collections. To honor the memory of the former White inhabitants, streets, towns, and geographical locations will be given quaint White names. Also at Indian sporting events, mascots depicting white people dressed in period clothing will be trotted out at half-time. These mascots will be made up to resemble cultural icons of the White race as interpreted by Indian experts. A few such examples will be Clem Kadidlehopper, Gomer Pyle, Elmer Fudd, Barney Fife, Yosemite Sam, and the Three Stooges. In this way Indian children will be educated of how White people looked and acted. Any Whites that protest this honor will be regarded as cranks and spoilsports. Indian academics will immediately begin excavations of White cemeteries. Bones and artifacts will be removed and studied. Special attention will be paid to the skulls of White people. These skulls will be measured and scrutinized so that Indian people can determine just what is wrong with white people. After these studies have been completed, the remains will be sent to Pine Ridge, South Dakota. The remains will be stored in cardboard boxes in the basement of The Red Cloud Indian School where they will collect dust and be forgotten. White people whose ancestors wind up in boxes at The Red Cloud School and wish to have the remains sent to them for re-burial will have to fill out 742 different forms, in triplicate, do 28 pushups, and 76 jumping jacks, all the while balancing a bowl of wild rice on their heads. If all these requirements are met successfully, and satisfy the subjective judgments of uninterested Indian bureaucrats, the remains will be promptly returned in 2.4 generations, more-or-less.This version of a twist on American history, was taken from the Leonard Peltier newsletter, "In the Spirit of Crazy Horse."

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May the future bring the knowledge to all humanshow to live with and in love, care, respect, and compassionfor all throughout the world.Leaving hate and violenceto the past. Bringing peaceto the world.

Loves Passion

 

Twilight moon is on the rise

Purple is the sky

Little lights blinking

Whirling colors

Colors pink touched with turquoise

Swirling like a tornado

Hip hopping about as it twirls

Never touching

Just brushing lightly

Sensual currents felt

Flowing sparks pulsing

Rhythmically faster

Bursting orgasmic explosions

Love in full bloom

 

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Lust n Love

 

It's hot, effervescent

Stimulating beyond measure

Titillating,undulating

Pleasure

 

I want to fill your brain

To amaze you at every turn

I will be your lightening

The thunder in your veins

 

I will make you mad with desire

Charm you with wishful thoughts

There will be no apologies

Never no regrets

 

Passions whispers in intimacy

Heaved breathing at the thought of me

Your total and complete surrender

To my total surrender

 

I to know the depths of you

Everything

       you think

         you feel

            your smell

The very essence of you

Know you

 

I want to be intrenched in you

                              every nerve

                                    thoughts

                                       your beating heart

I want you....

 

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Ghostly Commuication

 

© 2008

 

Like silk he felt it

An energy softly flowing

It felt like her sent smelled

Wild musk and sweet ginger

Unmistakably her

 

He felt her like a feather on his ear

Touching his ear, he felt her hand

So real he went to grab it

Nothing

 

Then she was in his mind

Whisperings on pink lips

He closed his eyes

Breathed her into him deeply

 

This is the intimacy he longed for

The two talking together

Watching her so animated

The quiet times so intimate

He cherished

 

Nothing said, just holding her hand

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My Daily Load

My Daily Load

© 2008

 

I put it in

pull it out

push a little here

shove a little there

push it all about

all the buttons pressed

oh my finally

off we go

 

Just another wash day load

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Love Whispers On My Skin

 

© 2008

Whisper to me softly

Breathe words upon my heated skin

Lying here with you

I hear the echoes of your sighs

Just hold me and love me

Press your lips to mine

Loving you is so easy

Your wish is my command

 

Tell me you won’t ever say goodbye

 

Hold me closer to you

Keep my passions high

Promise me you’ll stay

Keep me warm

Give my heart a smile

 

Hold me close and tell me it won’t ever end

 

Whisper to me softly

Breathe words on my heated skin

Press your lips to mine

Wrap yourself around me

Loving you is easy

Your every desire

Your wish is my command

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Dragons Lair

It could be anywhere

Sometimes it is

When there

It’s magical

      musical

      mystical

…..colorful never drab

Transforming thoughts to fly away

as high as the mind is willing to go

 

Woman and child blend to take flight

A gift you give

Your gift I take

Never for granted
No

With total delight

Your dragons lair a place

that brings me smile

after smile

Romancing Your Mind

I want to have a romance

To wine and dine your mind

Intertwine your words with mine

Wrap myself within your joy

Make your imagination soar

Whisper sweet words within

Making you tingle right to your core

To dance, to prance, always a beginning

Never an end

 

I’ll be a fairy darting to and fro

An angel, a devil, sensual tendrils of vines

Creeping and winding all through your mind

A shadow, a feather, a wind swept soft breeze

To arouse you, caress you, making you scream

More

More

Give me more PLEASE

There are no rules in this romance with your mind

I’ll wine you, and dine you, tease and sensually charm

You at any given time

For I desire the rare wine your mind and you are

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MAN MADE HELL (PTS Syndrome)(not me)

I refuse to feel

will not reveal

life has used me

abused me

spit me out

repeatedly

 

trust what

you

them

I don’t even trust me

life has taught me not to

lies from all of you

mouths drip foul honey

 

sweet words useless

I don’t want you

your attention is all I want

I’ll chew you up

spit you out

watch you squirm with pain

 

that is who I am

men are such suckers

ego bent

cocks on a walk

cheaters

liars

fornicators

 

their species

made me who I am

then bitch because I am

selfish to their core

fools

 

I go willing

to do as they want

when I’m board

throw them away

just to watch them

beg

plead

me to stay

they did make me after all

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The Battle of a Soldiers Wife

Back for months now from the war
He's doing much better
Coming to terms with the loss
of the use of his legs
Maneuvers the wheel chair like a race car
Yes, he's doing much better
We, he and I are not

He keeps a distance between us
Pulls away at my most innocent touch
Sitting by the window again thinking
Glancing over at me with his thoughts
You know the ones
He's not the same man as he once was
Without his legs what is he
How can I stay with him
"How can I not"

He says I can leave anytime I'm ready to
I don't need to stay out of pity
Positive he is not no longer worth loving
Go he says daily with his words, his looks
Me, I have had it! I'm not going anywhere!

"Who gave you the right to do my thinking?"
"When did YOU get the right to make my decisions?"
"Ok, your legs don't work anymore"
"Time you started to quit your pity party"
"Well, honey your mind isn't working right either"
"By the way I wasn't ware I fell in love with just your LEGS

"Hon, I thought you knew me better then that"
"Guess we'll have to revitalize your memory"
"Now won't we"
"I'm a warrior in my own right"
"I amazed you the way I'd fight for what I believe in"

"Well, I believe in us!"
"This is how it works from now on"

No more do we wait for the nurse to do leg exercises
You're going to get use to my touch
again
The one you said over an over you couldn't live without

No more sitting in front of the window, we're going outside
To explore, make jokes, laugh again, maybe even
cry
But we're going to do it together as we always did

Your coming back to our bed at night, I'm throwing out the couch
I'm curling up into to sleep from now on as
before
I'm going to seduce you as often as I want in this you have no say
I still light you're fire and you're not taking it away

"Got it Honey"

"Wow!" is that a smile I see in your gleaming eyes and on your lips"
"What's that your saying soldier?"
"I can't HEAR YOU'
"Louder"
Did you say, "I LOVE YOU?"
" Ahhhhh, You got it did you?"

"BABY I LOVE YOU!"

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The Watcher

© 2008

She could hear the country band playing
Gliding across the floor as she slid off her coat
He was there as he had been every Saturday night
Right there at the end table by the dance floor

He tipped his grayish cowboy hat to her
She acknowledged him with a smile
Dang! Those deep green eyes could swallow her up
Then the guitar player started playing and she was off

She was lost as usual in the beat of the music
Playing, She and I, an old Alabama favorite
Line dancing alone as green eyes watched
Just the band, green eyes, and her little self

She felt herself be taken away by the beat
In her own world, steppen, hips swaying, twirling
Her world, not aware of anything but the music
He watched her, his feet tappen to the beat, her beat

He watched as she kicked, twirled, those hips gyrated
Never saw anyone line dance like that he's thinking
The music stopped, "let's thank the little lady," she heard
The whistles, and loud applause, the hall was filling up

He watched, a gleam in his half closed eyes, a sensual grin
She danced, her long dark hair flying, wearing that sensual smile
It fit her just as her skinny jeans fit, but where did she go
Where ever she was when she danced, dam she was free

Song done, whistles, applause, and the usual women glaring
He watches as she grabs her water bottle and steps outside
"She comes here alone, and leaves alone," he's thinking
"Not tonight, time to introduce myself," he whispers

A waltz starts up as she stares up at the stars
"Dance with me" she hears
Turning she's looking into those deep green eyes

"Madam, I just got tired of watching your fire,
the disappearing act you pull when the band plays."
"Take me to where you go when you dance"
"Let's see if you can go there," and slips into his arms
Holding her close they danced on the grass into the night
Sometimes when the band is playing,
the misty fog fills the air around
People swear you can still see them
there on the knoll dancing

Now, who's The Watcher

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WOLF MATE and SHE WOLF

© 2008

It’s been a long hunt for my Wolf Mate

and I, a very long day of sniffing out pray.

The deer have learned well to stand quite

so we pass them by, I am thankful rabbit has

not learned their trick or the young pups
wouldn’t have food tonight. We had to travel

much further today for food then yesterday.

 

My Wolf Mate and I have been running

long and hard to get back to the den.

The pups have water from the snow,

but hunger may make them wonder

away from the cave and they are too

young to go off to far yet.

 

We see the den high up in the twilight

as we come over the knoll. My Wolf Mate and I are

relieved, yet we speed up though we are tired.

Closing in on the den we hear the welcome whining

of the pups, see their black noses peeking out.

As we come to the opening the pups run to us

jumping and licking us and butting our heads,

happy to have us home. Dropping the rabbits,

my mate and I compliment them on their good

behavior of not leaving the den with out us near.

 

My Wolf Mate and I give the head nod to the pups to

eat, as we tear one open at the belly for them. The

other, Mate and I eat with great vigor. When we

are done, my Wolf Mate and I lick the pups clean, soon

now they will do this with each other, as Wolf Mate and I

do for each other. Wolf Mate and I tell the pups it’s time

to curl up in back of the den with us in the back of

the den, next to the wall. We are tired after the hunt

for we had to travel far to find food. In we yelp to

the pups if you want to hear of the hunt. Inside we

curl around them and Wolf Mate starts his tale of our

day away from them, as I, She Wolf wonder how far

we will have to journey tomorrow for food. It might

be time to move the pups to a new den closer to where

we are having to travel for food. I will speak of this to
Wolf Mate tomorrow, now it is time to sleep…..

 

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Quanah's Parents : A True Native Indian Love Story

Quanah Parker was a warrior in his youth, a rancher in his maturity. The two photographs here show that he worked hard to accommodate both worlds.  Some of his flexibility may have been due to his parents—and thereby hangs a love story.

His mother was Cynthia Ann Parker, the daughter of a prominent Texas family.  In 1836 she was captured by Comanche during a raid and adopted with the name of Nadua.   After a time she married Peta Nacona, and they had three children: Quanah, Pecos, and a daughter Topsana.

In 1860 the Texas Rangers raided their viliage and killed almost everyone.  Nadua was recognized as “white,” however, and she was returned to the Parker family with her two young children.  Peta Nacona and the young Quanah returned home from hunting to find most of their people killed.  None of the survivors knew what had happened to Nadua and the two children.

Nadua refused to settle back into life as “Cynthia Ann.”  She begged ceaselessly to be returned to her husband and the Comanche people.  When her little Topsana died Nadua despaired.  She starved herself to death and was buried beside her daughter in the cemetery at Fort Sill Texas.

Her husband did not fare better.  Not long after the Rangers’ raid Peta Nacona was wounded in a battle with Texans.   Shortly after that he was wounded again, this time fatally. Before he died he called Quanah to him and told his son what he learned about the fate of his wife and the two young children.  The Comanche do not go much in for love stories, but it is obvious that the loss of Nadua had been a great loss to Peta Nacona.

That is the story.  Unlikemany mixed marriages it was happy, and its ending very sad.  In later years Quanah, too intelligent to harbor bitterness, turned up at the Parker ranch and became acquainted with his white relatives.  It was there that he learned ranching. 

Though he was buried at Fort Sill beside his mother and sister, throughout his life he remained thoroughly traditional.  He lived to be the senior chief of the Comanche and one of the founders of the Native American Church.

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Varied Poems To Digest

Just a few poems for you to digest, explore and hopefully enjoy. Use your imagination
to invision , all by an artist friend of mine, William Burns Jr...Hugs,Alexa


 
An Empty Shirt in the Moonlight

A lurid moon
A languish of stars
A milky night sky
Occasionally troubled by clouds

An empty shirt on the clothes line
Somehow transmuted
Ghostly pale
Iridescent
Luminescent
Dancing with the wind
In the moonlight
Lift
  shifting
Left .  .  .
Then Right .  .  .
Pausing only for an instant at the apex






Impressionist Moment

A beautiful
Amber-autumn afternoon
Flows through the curtains
Curls around the sofa
  the table
Enfolding me
Flaxen and beautiful
Illusions creep along the wall

Glistening motes
  ghost angels
Feather fingers touching everything
  brushing
  soft as shadows

I move quietly
From room to room
From one moment to the next
Each second another bead on the string of Time





 Real Human Horrors

Boogy men and vampires
They don't scare me
You wanna know
What really Frightens me?

The kids had become . . .
You know
a liability
So she parked them in the lake
Staying long enough to be sure
  the car went under
Long enough to hear .  .  .
And blamed a black man
  any black man would do

Another story
She leaves the dance floor
Walks into the bathroom
Still hearing the music
  drops the fetus into the trash

Now that
Really scares me




 Savoring the Senses

The Flavor of your mouth
Your smell
    rich and raw
The way you stroke my hair
Your quick
    electric movements

The whispers
Your murmur in the moment
Mists coalesce around us . . .

Two as one




Drowsy Repose

Let me bask in clean flannel sheets
Delicious
warm pleasures
On rainy dark nights

Sleep
Blessed sleep
Take me in your strong arms
Fuzz my eyes
Zephyr
my breath
Dance with me

He greets me
gently poised
Encouraging my heavy eyes
to fade into watercolor vistas
Effortlessly
sanguine and enticing
He draws me into his secluded milieu
Into his open arms with my demure smile
Into our spiritual embrace
We dance to the music
of metamystical intimacy






Elegy

Is it Ok for me to dance
Now that you're dead?
Do my feet betray you
in lightness?
Do my eyes betray you
in smiling?
Does my heart betray you
in song?

I mean no disrespect
But the sun was out today
And my mind slipped
just for a moment
Only a moment .  .  .

Is it Ok for me to dance
Now that you're dead?

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How's That Working For You

How’s That Working For You

© 2008

 

 

 

Before winter began to set in

You were advised again, and again

On how to keep your trailer safe and warm

You shrugged off everyone’s words with scorn

 

 

 

You wouldn’t move out from under the pine trees

To a winterized site to be safe from winters freeze

Refused to insulate the trailer bottom all around

Or insulate the water pipes, or sewer hose in the ground

 

 

 

You used electric heaters instead of propane to heat

Killed a couple deer, filling your freezers up with meat

We shook our heads with worry and concern for a while

Your arrogant attitude gave way to jokes, laughter and smiles

 

 

 

Well, the snows did come, as did the freezing rains
The winds some nights blew through like a rumbling train

Other nights they sounded like a howling wolf

Ice filled branches, ice covered ground, ice hung from the roofs

 

 

 

Water pipes froze and cracked through out the trailer floor

Holding tank froze without a heat blanket, it can’t be used any more

Electricity went out, there went your heat, but it won’t hurt the meat

What happened next just can’t be beat

 

 

 

The heavy ice on the pine tree branches all around and up high

Fell like big boulders falling down from the sky

Broke out a bedroom window with one side swept blow

Another one fell through the roof making a big gaping hole

 

 

 

For an ex Marine you didn’t know squat and your attitude was crap

It amuses me to know a cub scout would have known better then that

I really am wondering now about your giant attitude

How is that arrogant attitude working out for you

 

 

 

 

Foot Note: Yes, Dennis and girlfriend are ok for the mean time. There’s

many more stories from here, that make you scratch your head and down

right laugh out loud, and pause with wonder and amusement….

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Poem/ Words Unsaid

WORDS UNSAID

© 2008

CreativeVibes

 

 

I’d like to send you a moonbeam

Or a colored rainbow bright

Then again, maybe just fluffy clouds

Soft and warm to lay upon

Through out your darkest night

 

I’d like to take all the darkness

Out of every storm

Send you a beaming ray of sun

Just to wrap you in to keep you warm

 

These are thoughts I think

All just wishes I can not make come true

I’ll simply hope in time you do

You’ll understand, all that is left unsaid

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Poetry/ That Old Place

 

 

That Old Place

© 2008

CreativeVibes

 

 

It was never much to look at

Battered walls and creaking floors

Worn out carpet, no inside plumbing

Problems by the scores

 

No money or time to fix the repairs

A shelter from the cold and sun

That old place was always full of love

When in it, always a place of fun

 

I remember the long wooden table

Gramp made it with his own hands

He made your rocking chair and tons of toys

We could wind up with rubber bands

 

The old place was never much to look at

But, you made it a wonderful retreat

That table covered with your simple cooking

The cakes, apple pies baked fresh from the tree

 

I remember the Irish songs and stories

Oh Danny Boy and Wild Irish Rose

But, Bell Bottom Trousers Coat of Navy Blue

You’d sing and chase away any blues

 

Though it belongs to others now

And the house and grounds look new

That old place had you and Gramps

When I drive by, I still see Gramps and You

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Warrior's Spirit

Warrior’s Spirit

© 2008

CreativeVibes

 

Warriors today fight many wars here at home and on distant shores

They are still determined, brave as in the past and honor bound

Still they protect and guard the weak just as Warriors of the past

Using their principals, honor, and dignity to keep them strong to stand their ground

 

Our Warriors today may not wear buckskins or paint up their face it’s true,
They do not carry bows and arrows, or ride a horse to battle with lance in hand

And today they may wear jeans, t-shirt, skirt, or suit and tie,
Many wear an Armed Forces uniform in which to bravely make their stand

 

Warriors battle everyday with knowledge from the past and with present new ways

Fighting global warming and environmental foggy haze

While still fighting indifference and apathy daily they will battle on

Using their minds and many new weapons invented in our time and days

 

Though today they have the same burdens as our Warriors of past
And many new wrongs to right, they will fight fiercely and not give in

For now they come from many Tribes and Clans to fight to make things right

Together, day by day, month by month, year by year they fight to win

 

Warriors never forget ancestors are always close to guide

They know to listen with all their senses, to see not with just their eyes

To look for answers within and all around and seek council when they need

To do all they can for the people and Mother Earths land with truth and not lies

 

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