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Sometimes I walk with a lantern to light up the darkness within,
sometimes.

But too often am I troubled, too often am I torn,
the boy inside me sits and sees me
chewing on an ear of corn
and from the day that I was born
thoughts have followed me, made hollows in
my bones and built nests of tangles in my hair and
some would say they're homes for wayward thoughts
and again I lose myself.

The islands have gone, short-sighted planning from a myopic
maladministration and
these islands were my thought galleries where I could wander through the wasting weeds,
everyone needs a sanctuary eventually.

sometimes I light a lantern
 Feb 2020 Little Bear
melli7
So
I hate
HATE
washing dishes. But I don't
discriminate (pots and
pans and spoons and measuring
cups are also on my *****
list)

So
when I bake
in a microwave,
in one bowl,
with one mixing fork,
and no measuring tools,
it's sort of kind
of a bit of
a miracle
when the baked thing rises
AND it
tastes
ok
Native American Epigrams
loose translations/interpretations by Michael R. Burch

Never judge a man for his sins
until you’ve trudged many moons in his moccasins.

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced.
Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.

The soul would see no Rainbows
if not for the eyes’ tears.

A brave man dies but once,
a coward many times.

A woman’s highest calling is to help her man unite with the Source.
A man’s highest calling is to help his woman walk the earth unharmed.

Help us learn the lessons you left us,
in every leaf and rock.

Native American translations originally published by The HyperTexts
 Feb 2020 Little Bear
melli7
I used to think that I was Social
And then Media came to play.
I've only ever consumed the stuff;
At creating, I'm middling - just okay.

I can't Mediate people;
Will never be a journalist;
I like talking sometimes,
But the internet? Not the greatest.

So it's time to divorce these words:
The Social from the Media.
For all the info I could want,
There's always wikipedia.
Cherokee Travelers' Blessing III
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

May Heaven’s warming winds blow gently there,
where you reside,
and may the Great Spirit bless all those you love,
this side of the farthest tide.
And wherever you go,
whether the journey is fast or slow,
may your moccasins leave many cunning footprints in the snow.
And when you look over your shoulder, may you always find the Rainbow.

Published by Better Than Starbucks
when a bruised
moon

turns to luminescent
liquid

then vapor
or spray

you drive me mad

your essence
ingested

and now you
an image
a mood

live freely
in my head

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. Imagistic.
and it's something I've
stumbled upon

this feeling of
being

trapped

between things that
flash

by my face

and stuff that happens
gradually

like receding hair
and little by little
loss

of those who helped
and showed me the way

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. Invisible image.
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