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 Dec 2015
Jude kyrie
Wounded Knee--December 29 1890


The icy wind blows through the trees
The Lakota tribe brought to its knees
Red stained snow marks the shame
No one left to take the blame
History of a settlement marked in blood
Euphemized for the common good
In all of time the land defiled
with the spilled blood of a native child
In Washington the politicians sleep
But I know why the willow trees weep
125 years ago today
AUTHORS NOTES

Wounded Knee
(December 29  1890)
The day was icy cold as winter gripped
The Lakota Sioux were on their reservation
The division of the 7th cavalry
arrived to disarm the tribe
the weapons were handed over
in general compliance to the order
An older tribesman was deaf
he did not understand
and refused to give up his rifle
insisting he paid much money for it.
In the altercation his rifle was discharged
The cavalry started firing indiscriminately
at the mostly unarmed Lakota
the few remaining armed tribesmen
were quickly suppressed
men women and children
were killed and wounded
Blood covered snow
strewn with bodies
was the final scene
in all at least
150 men, women and children
of the Lakota tribe lay massacred
some state the number to 300
The bodies of the Lakota
were buried in a mass grave
later twenty cavalrymen of the 7th
were awarded the Medal of Honor
 Dec 2015
Sarah Oh
I always have this voice in my head
It tells me to go with what I believe in
My dreams are my future, they ain't dead
I knew what I signed up for, right from the beginning
 Dec 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
You are always beneath the sky
though you can think above all the heights
even behind the origin
and following just after

A bit ahead
just before the end of the evening
a distinct dark and a shadow
caught between two stools

I'm moving between the line,
blessing in disguise
stepping forward,
taking the best of both worlds

Shadows have a sound of mist
within the shadows
and the dark has a light
at the bottom on the line of dark

but I caught between two stools
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Dec 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~¤~~

When they come,  we hug them
And seal them in our hearts
Like we truly feel, hear and see
Wounds on our skin or smile on our face
Angst and hatred or the celebration
We cry for someone's defeat
We shout for someone's joy
Because all we know is
Words are mirror
Of someone's heart

What we read from here
Are views from our windows
We could see what are allowed for us to see
But oftentimes,  we see what the eyes cannot see
~~¤~~
Arts...
 Dec 2015
Caroline E
So broken
I got used to the insults
The lies...
The pain is now a normal  
Thing to me.
 Dec 2015
Cat Fiske
my throat was rotted and dry,
as I urged for you to hear my cries,

as if make you hear me again,
as if to try and show you my smile again,

to smile and show you,
how everything will be alright,

wouldn't it be nice,
like the puzzle becoming complete finally.

but my voice cant speak these words,
and my lips and throat aren't moist enough,

to motion this smile we both truly need,
to speak these words to stop the cries,

as if to tell you its all going to be alright,
so we will part ways, drift, and fly away this night,
just a poem.
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
i.

In the chamber, acoustic amour',
Me and mine Jane, sweet Jane
Mi amour';

ii.

Aeonian existence, never to depart
Thee mine Reyna, and me thine Hari,
quintessence, perfection of heart's;

iii.

Eidolon's, Effulgent in tight-knit grace
I kiss thy forehead, before ourn slumber;
Number's hath none meaning, in God's holy place.

iv.

I'll wrap mine leg's,
Over thy hips, as mine hand
Traces thine face; leaving mine
Print's, as I commit, to
Marriage of celestial race.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Effulgent means- bright or radiant...
Aeonian is a meaning for long amount of time or eternal in other words..
Reyna means queen in Filipino
Hari means king in Filipino..
Eidolon's can mean spirits or phantoms. I mean it spirit wise..
 Dec 2015
Sarah Oh
There is a time
When silence isn't quiet
It's getting harder to breathe
My heart is in a constant riot

Life's on a merry-go-round
Wherever I'm going
It's spinning in circles
I'm finding my way around
 Dec 2015
Aztec Warrior
DUCT TAPE**

"Abdullah Thani Faris al Andzi lost both his legs in a U.S. bombing campaign in Afghanistan while he was employed as a humanitarian aide worker. After his first leg was amputated, he was arrested by bounty hunters and turned over to U.S. forces. While in custody, his second leg was amputated. He has been held at Guantanamo since 2002, where he has received inadequate medical treatment and often been forced to walk using prosthetic limbs held together only with duct tape."
- from "poems from Guantanamo: the Detainees Speak"

~~~~~

As the bombs rain,
they tell us they are for peace.
So I ask them:
Do flowers bloom
or grass grow
held in such chains;
or seeing humans
suffer such pains?
~~~~~
Mountains weep,
and I speak in tear filled oceans,
whose ebb and flow
erode my beach of hope;
all I have left are curses
told in Arabic qasid verses.
~~~~~
As the bombs rain,
ripping apart innocent people's limbs,
they say they are for peace.
And I ask:
will birds fly
and sing their songs,
or will they,
like so many of us,
have only plastic legs
held together with duct tape?

~~redzone (Aztec Warrior) 9.23.10
(Another earlier poem I wrote using a different pen name)
Even after promise after promise of release and proven innocence there are still over 100 detainees at Guantanamo (Gitmo)... everything about this represents war crimes and crimes against humanity... but the U.S. has never ever stood for anything but crimes against humanity...
 Dec 2015
Sarah Oh
Hearts are fickle
Minds are unstable
Words becomes lies
There's no truth in their eyes

Words unspoken
Hearts got broken
A kaleidoscope of joy, sorrow and pain
A life not wasted in vain.
 Dec 2015
Sarah Oh
Every branch of a tree has its turn
No matter the edges or the curves
It's always a story we will learn
Give this tree the love it deserves

The buds awoke and began to grow
Beneath the soil, onward they go
Force nothing and let things happen
Just like life, go with the flow
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