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Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: funny, native american

Irate Indian!

Indian say white man speak with forked' tongue

     He took land kill buffalo and my young

          Great Spirit hear entreaty

               White man disregards treaty

                    Me think he talk heap of buffalo dung

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Entry for PDs "Indian Giver" Contest

Poem Details | by Daniel Cwiak |
Categories: funny, imagination, native american

The Indian Giver

There was a fella I knew who worked with hammer and chisel

Made carvings in wood that could make your eyes sizzle.

One day he brought a carving to the store

Where they sell tobacco, cigarettes, cigars, and more...

And there it stands beckoning, even in a drizzle.

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: funny, history, imagination, native american, places, seasons, visionary

Whats Cooking

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

Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: adventure, art, brother, education, father, fear, funny, imagination, life, native american, passion, peace, people, religion, sad, school, science, travel, tribute, war,

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, cowboy-western, dedication, education, family, fantasy, funny, history, imagination, inspirational, life, native american, peace, people, places, uplifting, visionary, war

How the West Was Won

<                         O ye how the west has gone won
                           now wipe those trails of tears my son
                           dance the ring of fire for fun
                           speak and learn native ways
                           learn not to speak with riffles gun
                           rustle bacon beans  Hey !

Written By Katherine Stella 7/3/11

Entry For Dr Ram's 
Rime Couee's Contest
G.L. All

Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: humor, native american, natural disasters, nature, rain,

Rain Dance

Rain dance, rain dance, clothed or bare
It makes no difference what you wear
If you need rain, do not despair
A little rain dance here or there

But please be careful if you do 
And don’t be carried away
You might wind up in a canoe 
And have a lousy day

Poem Details | by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories: home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, native american, on work and working, on writing and words, parody, passion, people, philosophy, relationship, romance, romantic,

Unashamed Self-Promotion


Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped in fine ink,
and visit my blog which can be found at the following link: 

Now if this blatant self-promoting of mine seems rude,
I ask for your generous forgiveness, dear fellow Soup-er,

And wish you a day, that is peaceful, kind, and just plain super!

So cheers from the scribbler for now,
and as I take leave, my fellow Soup-ers,
I, in courtesy, to you all, do bow!


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: adventure, funny, native american,

A David For David

A David for David (For the contest by that name.) First Place Entry.

Once the legend Davy Crocket
Put a turkey in his pocket
And it gobbled till the Shawnee found him there
Then he said, "Oh what misfortune
I am not prepared for torchin'
And I wish to keep for longer yet my hair."

So he pulled that turkey outen
And it gobbled of a poutin'
And the Shawnee hauled it off to feed their camp
Poor ole' Davy was escapin'
So he ate instead a capon
And his forehead never did get quite as damp

Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: humorous, military, native american,

Custer's Final Muster

There once lived a general named Custer,

   Well-known for his arrogance and bluster.

      He met his Waterloo,

         By bands of wrathful Sioux.

            Could be said this was his final muster!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

Poem Details | by Tom Bell |
Categories: allegory, funny, history, native american, social,


Me, me, Geonimo...
Don't know what way...
White man go...

Smoke'em signals...
Smoke'em pipe....
You run us off,
You kill squaw wife,

Steal our land,
Kill great Buffalo for fun,
We gott'em little chance,
Arrow against gun

Some day we get
Revenge real good,
Mak'em casino
In our hood....

You los'em shirt,
You los'em wife,
You los'em bet
Who win in this life.

Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: humorous, native american, war,

Custer's Last Bluster

What did Custer bluster as he saw the Indians rushin' up the valley?


Custer's brave troopers fought with all the force they could muster,

But the Indians won the day thereby makin' a widder of Missus Custer!

Poem Details | by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: humorous, native american,

Chief Randy Moose

His warriors called him Chief Randy Moose

   Since with young maidens he played fast and loose

      He was very prolific

         His stamina terrific

            He enlarged his tribe with many papoose

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: beauty, giggle, girl, health, native american, relationship, river,

Hoo Noo

I met a girl in Cibecue
Who did not quite know what to do
Then down by the river
She turned Indian-giver
And I ended up with the flu

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: anxiety, grandmother, humor, mythology, native american, nature, tribute,

Granny's Tonic

Oh the daily news got to her
But; she couldn't turn away
It was like watching a train wreck
Though it made her nerves so frayed

Each night she turned the tv on
And her head began to pound
Politics, crime, and taxes
Made her feel like coming unwound

Anxiety kept her up at night
This old world is such a mess
She decided that she must do something
To cure herself of stress

A cup of tea is what she needed
So she headed to Cumberland Gap
In search of the wild blue flower
The Cherokee Skullcap

Now she still watches the news each day
And laughs a bit at the moronic
For it no longer drives her mad
Thanks to her Appalachian tonic

Poem Details | by Tom Bell |
Categories: adventure, allegory, confusion, fantasy, funny, native american, parody,

Somebody Forgot To Train My Wagontrain!

Damn arrows are flyin'
We're circled and taut,
Got shotguns and six shooters,
You should see how we fought!

They burned sixteen wagons,
Took fifty-odd scalps,
Abducted all our women,
And two of our Ralphs...

Why did they take 
Those weary old men?
Maybe they're gay,
Or just had a yen

To burn a few white men
The Ralphs were whiter than most...
But, I supposed by now,
They're merely Ralph-toast!

Poem Details | by Terry Flood |
Categories: america, humorous, native american,

Geronimo - a Cunning Escape

Those cowboys chased him ’cross the land
What a shame they hadn't planned
The man accused of rape and pillage 
Made it to a distant village
Leather boots effecting entry
Every shack discovered empty
Save for one where ‘mum’ was cooking
Cowboys moved on, elsewhere looking
Who could know Geronimo
Would ever wear a kimono
And stand there cooking chicken dippers
Wearing bright pink fluffy slippers

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: conflict, fantasy, humor, murder, native american,

Cowboys and Indians 2023

The cowboys always won
    The Indians always lost
       I yearned to see a cowboy
       with an arrow through his chest

    But then I read a story 'bout
    a cowboy who'd been scalped
       Promised to myself, I said
       Now I'd see a red man dead

    Put on two toy store holsters
    Courage blazing from their guns
       Bagged me the bony remnants
       Of a graveyard skeleton

         Blood-curdling Scene ~
           Happy Halloween!

Poem Details | by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories: animal, environment, humor, moon, native american, nature,

July Buck Moon