Whisper n Thunder
                                          The Whisper of Native American stories, the Thunder of stories that demand to be told. 
                                                                                                                                                                  

Poetry n Prose

My Mother
          ~  Houston Bibbs

tear's falling down my face,
watching the world in a blur,
watching them take everything
take my friends
take my family
taking me

feel them take my heart
feel them take my soul
they destroy my mother
treating her as trash
the earth, my mother
my poor, poor mother

watching them spill her blood
spill it into her gulf
spill it into her air,
spill it everywhere.

nothing can make it unhappen
nothing can make it  all better,
nothing but a change
a change of course
a change of life

to eliminate this spewing,
of toxic fumes
into her air,

to stop this spewing,
of oil crude
into her gulf,

to stop this tear,
rolling down
the cheek of my people


STOP
STOP
STOP
STOP
STOP
STOP
STOP

the seven tribe's scream


CHANGE
CHANGE
CHANGE
CHANGE
CHANGE
CHANGE
CHANGE

the seven tribe's yell


WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?

the children of the tribes ask

the silence that kills us

the greed that poisons us

why?
 
We were set here to be stewards of the land, now is the time that we should raise and take that place, to stop these atrocities, to stop this pain, inflicted upon our mother.
 
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her horse

she stands on top of the world

her painted horse beside her

her horse is a mustang

fast & furious

strong & lean

her horse is a warrior

her horse has hands

his hands will be there

in front of her for protection

his hands will be around her

always

holding on

touching her softly

braiding her hair

opening her lips

for an early morning kiss

her horse breathes fire & air

he dances in the moon light

he competes with the other horses

who only get left behind

her horse rises up with passion

& enters her with delight

he shares his seed

because mustangs are a good breed

and he knows it

her horse loves her without degree

he prances about in full regalia

showing off his colors

her horse has plenty to offer

he's the leader of many

everyone knows her horse

by his gentle strides

his fierce response

her horse guides her through the forest

carries her when she can't walk

her horse

is happy to be her horse

sometimes he wonders

if he met her in that place

on top of the world

or if it was her

who brought him there

what he doesn't know

is that she wonders

the same thing

                          ~ Kareen Lewis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I Can't Make Your Coffee Anymore 

I can't make your coffee anymore

I screamed inside my own head

and then looked around to see if he heard me

dumped the eggs, lightly over easy

bacon crisp, toast buttered and jellied

into the trash again

Hands trembling while I washed the dishes

and listened for the car to screech out of the driveway

that's it

He should just hit me already

beat me down to the ground

til he's over it

and then let it go

last night it was the pillow

not fluffed enough again

so he got up, threw it at me

put his clothes back on

and stomped out the door

he only came back this morning

to prove this was his house

and he can come and go as he pleases

today the coffee is too weak

yesterday, it was too strong

last week, there was a hair in the sink

it was his hair

slap me, push me, kick me, punch me

that I can take

I will heal

but I can't make your fucking coffee anymore

                          ~ Kareen Lewis

 

 

Moments 
 
Sage burns in an abalone shell
Smoke spirals to heaven

My thoughts are on a mission
For things to think about

There are many stories to write

But this hummingbird has me on its wings

What happens now will not happen

Again as it is happening

I will not be remembered sitting here

Caught in this cross-fire of solitude

The smoke spiraling to heaven
Will not ascend this way again

Shadows moving across the ground

Have neither tongues nor eyes
 
           ~ Monolin Manny Moreno


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Don't Just Stand By

so many sit by,
and watch her cry,
knowing they could help
knowing they could change

I stand to my feet
shout to the skies,
GET UP
DO SOMETHING

but they just sit by
and watch her cry
knowing they could help,
knowing they could change.


so many sit by
and watch her bleed
watch her blood flow free
watch her die.

I sink to my knee's
look at the ground
and cry
WHY

but they just sit by
and watch her bleed
watch her blood flow free
watch her die

so many sit by
and watch her die
watch her fall
watch her pass away

I rise from my knee's
I grab up my knife

it's time to fight,
it's time for justice
to do what's right
and not just for us

for those not yet born
rise and do what we can
rise for your children
rise for the young

I look at my knife,
and find it gone
in it's place
is just a pen

where I was to strike
I find a paper
and know what I'm to do

to rise
with pen in hand,
to fight
with pen in hand

to make other's
understand
to achieve the impossible

do it
do it
do it
do it
do it
do it
do it
 
We all must fight, not with fist and blade, but pen and ink, we must each make sure that our children can inherit stewardship of these lands much the same as we have, and their children after them. STAND WITH MY BROTHER'S AND SISTER'S, stand as one, BE as one.
 


                              ~ Houston Bibbs


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