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trees tessellated
	prismatic presentation  ~
		wizened eyes widen

(September Full Moon – Anishinaabe)

elder's spirit born
white fur roams among brown capes
pale face prophecies

Spiritual winds,
Good dreams filter, sleeper sleeps;
Web catches the bad,


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unrequited need
	existential emptiness ~
		a howling hunger

classical concert
	resounding resonant rains ~
		groovebox of the gods

(July Full Moon – Native American)

sterile white snowflakes
	coldness covers the still night ~
		snow wolf fluffs its tail

(January Full Moon – Algonquin)

tantalizing treat
	mustard burgeoning crimson ~
		mockingbird lipstick

(June Full Moon – Algonquian, Ojibwe, Dakota, and Lakota)

water
the liquid of life—
pipeline

dawn bright sky
full flower moon of may
lunar rise


One of the Native American names for the full moon in May is the the "Flower Moon".  If it is clear where you live May 5 is the night of the flower moon.  Enjoy her beauty if you can.

Wild Flower

wild flower carpet
in the garden of roses
nature’s harmony

Erich J. Goller


Haiku contest Decmber 10

rain falls swiftly hard
                uplifting spirits inside
                 misty cold Fall breeze

Remember ; Mountain :
When Paiute canoes paddled :
Bygone many years

Inspired by Raul's Contest " Morning Ambience "

Earths soul sucked from sky
As beauty recedes from earth
Will tomorrow come?


For "Sunset ((Haiku)) " contest

sun and sky shine one
tears I cry joy embracing
gently caressing

Free Monks fumble
salt spilled~
Rainmaker frowns

orange skies shimmered
desert sands rattled
Jackpot cup jingles

mojave desert
one hundred and one in shade
can cook egg on rock

Aiyana’s long life
It still and always meaning
Eternal blossom

Jack Horne

He whoops a war cry,
New tomahawk in his hand,
Earns his Brave feathers.

For Michael’s Sounds of a Cry

A pact has been made
No feasting on human blood
The Cullen's behave




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Haiku 16

     native warriors
     the Bowman and the Spearman
     by Lake Michigan

"Nunna Dual Tsuny"

wild roses now grow
as living epitaphs on
"the trail where they cried"

©deborah burch
1.29.2013

afternoon storm~ 
at the bottom of the falls
a basket of single flip flops

reptiles rattle sand
the penniless bag nickels
barbarians drink

Bitter sweet berry
Metaphor-celebration
Native peoples loss

Bloom like a crane-fowl
Shortened name over time.
Hospitality

Given by native
People, friends, whose strange gods set
Their end destiny

Snow, Winter’s long quilt,
Land’s white, night beauty treatment....
Future drink for spring.

Old Fallen Antler
cries deep in the snow.
Lost in the dead undergrowth.

Cloud Watching



Grass tickling your neck
white pillows across the sky
           Your own gallery

Turtle and earth clans
Symbolizing island birth
Survival at best

America's gems
Indigenous skyscrapers
Red sculptures of old




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INVASION OF THE NORTHERN LIGHTS

            swift light loop
         lariates the mountain
             impossibly

                 nocturnal
            ancient spirit duels
                 sky terror


Victoria Anderson-Throop  2013

to be free again                                                                                                           no tears the land of plenty                                                                                              as the spirits soar

unkempt heads wailing
lively feet dance and stomp~
soothing raindrops fall

Welcome whoever
Each has traveled the seasons
A guide from beyond

My great great great grandfather...

a long time ago
the people of the longhouse
kept my ancestors

8/17/2018

* I have a bit of Native American in my background :)