Shawn White Eagle

Shawn White Eagle Nov 2012

The pain is felt
As she, the preeminent archeologist knelt
Before the porch
And the holder of the torch

Of a land, once beautiful
Protected by the dutiful
Vibrant cultures which would fall with a thud
A price paid with disease and blood

From this would rise a new culture
The ancient morsels scavenged by this vulture
Manifest destiny was the rule of the land
Smothered and choked by a cold hand

Created by terror, torture and fears
Remaining in place for hundreds of years
A promise of liberty and justice, but not for all
The reason for this culture's eventual fall

This was not the story her digs appeared to tell
For liberty was the name of that cracked bell
Hymn's proclaiming the land of the free
And a constitution that begins with "We..."

As she gazed towards the sky
She could not fathom why
What on earth made this lady cry?

"Give me your tired, your poor"
Welcoming all upon her shore
This was the message upon her door

Gazing upon her once hopeful eyes
She soon began to realize
Perhaps, they were not all knowing and wise
And for too long believed their own lies

It was this realization
Of this ancient nation
Which helped her see
The tears shed by she
This lady...
Liberty

(C) Shawn White Eagle

This was inspired by Lupe Fiasco's "Unforgivable Youth", which I think is a truly powerful piece and I recommend it as a listen, or a read. It is extremely thoughtful and deep, at least in my most humble opinion. The words/music created a film in my mind and the ending I saw in that visual inspired this poem. I hope U enjoy it. Live 4 Love

Shawn White Eagle Nov 2012

Biboon (Winter)

sky
sun rise
early morning dawn
cascades upon blanketed lawn
decorative leaves poke through snow
strong reminder that nothing can grow
including the daisy and every other flower
nights become longer, days shorter by the hour
and flying to the south robin, crane and hummingbird
a wolves forlorn howl does not go unheard
nor does that of the snowy owl
a north wind itself does howl
a weathered husk does blow
dancing across the snow
a lonely endeavor
but forever
hopeful

(C) Shawn White Eagle

As winter approaches this came to me and is also personal in some ways, but what I really wanted to do was try and create a poem that started with one word then each subsequent line added a word until the middle of the poem where a word was taken out to eventually end with one word...and hopeful is always a state of mind that is more positive, and better to proceed through life with. Hope U enjoy. Live 4 Love

Shawn White Eagle Oct 2012

Hummingbird

Wings a flitter
Iridescent feathers a glitter

Hovering briefly at a flower top
Usually not long enough to truly stop

This precious one of avian design
I see delicately perched upon a twisted vine

The sun glinting off the ruby throat
Making it easy for on this one to dote

Although this perch may be brief
It does bear out my belief

That the light of her essence
Has me blessed in her presence

Medicine, absent of strife
Filled with the nectar of life

Life that bears the scars of complexity
Yet revels in the miracle of synchronicity

Placed on my path with divine intention
I would be remiss to discount this intervention
And yet fail to mention...

A renewal of mon couer and the magic of living
For this is the medicine that hummingbird is giving

And for me it is so easy to see
She is Nenookaasi

I've been labeled a "hopeful romantic" ;-)...just a little sumthin' sumthin' that I was inspired to write, Peace, Love and Light to all...

Shawn White Eagle Oct 2012

Daisy

Across the field I strained to see
Caught in the shadows of that old tree

My gaze fell across the field that day
Catching shadowed silhouettes that in the wind did sway

'Twas to the east of that old pine
That shadows played tricks on these eyes of mine

A pack of dancers in the wind
Moving the requiem of my heart to rescind

A lone figure began to alight
In the beauty of the dawn's light

Standing out in the cacophony of this scene
Among all the life that grows green

A single flower
Above all which it did tower

That single flower
Coming after a call to THE highest power

This beautiful brown eyed Daisy
Destined to amaze me

Shawn White Eagle Sep 2012

Requiem of the Heart

It is for my heart which I write this requiem
Upon it placed, a pensive moratorium

One that could last a life time
Or leaving one more hill to climb

I have but one choice
And need my inner voice

Do I dare start at the bottom?
I remember that hill from last autumn

River bluffs hill we raced up that day
A race U won in an impressive way
A picture of which U gave on my birthday
Hung so that I am reminded each day
That there is always a price to pay

The picture may remain
But U, my dear, have become profane

At the bottom of this hill I now stand
With the memory of my heart in a cold hand

I think back to that first kiss
A moment of perfect bliss

I would never trade what we had
Keeping the good and the bad

But it is at this hill I now loom
Wondering if another climb ends in gloom

I am reminded of that hill from that day
Just as I am the mountain on which I lost my way

I should not be afraid this hill to ascend
But daunting it is with a heart on the mend

For now I am quite jaded
For love to me has quietly faded

Faded away into the dusk
Leaving my heart a mere husk

If the winds of time do not blow that husk away
I may live to love another day

Outside the realm of romantic love I am standing tall and strong always able to overcome any hill. I am merely wrestling with the idea of ever being vulnerable again and do not harbor that ***** four letter word (hate) for anyone currently, or in the past, who has turned the hike up the hill into gloom.

Live 4 Love

Shawn White Eagle Sep 2012

The Shoal (Mon Coeur)

Mon coeur...my heart
Is where I start

A journey as long as present and past
Over metaphorical oceans, oh so vast

Tranquil seas of turquoise blue and emerald green
Oasis to seas which for a time were violent and mean

Mon coeur...my heart
Would not be torn apart

A berth in a favorite Mediterranean port
Provided safe harbor of a sort

Reminding mon coeur...my heart
It had yet to reach the start

An unexpected voyage to an uncharted sea
Would lead me to believe there was something more for me

A voyage that made up for the many years of frustration
That always led to perpetual exasperation

Mon Coeur...my heart
Had at last reached the start

An open sea to travel
Honest words that never felt the gavel

A closeness
An openness

Both of which had not been felt
Both of which made my heart melt

Impeccable conversation
Invigorating recreation

She had to be made for me
We fit together so perfectly

My best friend...ma chere
My Elmo to her Carebear

Sunny days
Stormy days

Through those we made our way
And together forever we would stay

The journey over an endless placid sea
Was not meant to forever be

Shoal in the night
7th of June if I remember right

Mon coeur...my heart
Was finally torn apart

I know that all happens for a reason
And some are only with us for a season

But little does that help
All I can muster is the weakest yelp

For what I lost in the end
Was my best friend

This one truly does come from the heart...I am in a better place than I was on the 7th of June, a day the in the historic words of FDR will "live in infamy". This poem has been quietly simmering the past few days and was inspired, in part, by a double entendre. I am strong, for that which does not **** us, only makes us stronger and I will persevere. As for mon coeur...my heart...I'm not sure if, when and where that might start. Thanks for reading...Live 4 Love

Shawn White Eagle Sep 2012

U R Lobo

Just be...
And U will see...
It is that essence...
That has never left your presence...

Seek, and U shall find, open your ears and your eyes and a single snow flake will again make a sound when it hits your cheek...the falling leaves will sound like a cascade of rushing footsteps as they drift from the trees above striking the ground below and the dark path will merely be bathed in a more subtle light.

U have never been a trespasser and never will be
U are of nature and nature is of U
U R Lobo

(C) Shawn White Eagle