I Am
I am the silence in the night
an Eagle in flight
I am a Spirit in the wind
the wolf you hear howl
on a midnight prowl
I am the beginning and the end
of all that you see
I am not a idol
your saviour or a king
I am that of everything
with the answers you like to know
of all that you let go
I am forever free
Spiritwind-2010
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Windsong (A Wolves Song)
We were here to stay
to roam wild and free
like it was suppose to be
but now what was once many here
is now only but a few
in your heart I showed you fear
because of your hate
you showed for me
it was all you came to knew
We were children of Mother Earth
like the Eagle and Buffalo
we were sacred to this land
protectors of the night
forever free we would run
into the morning sun
Then you turned on me one day
with eyes so blind
you lost your way
and forgot what you should see
you had to have complete control
and choose our fate
now times are turned around
for me is it too late
You deserted me and my kind
and killed with our blood in your hand
said you had every right
even when you knew it was wrong
you still hunted me down
for your pleasure and fun
Though we never done you harm or grieve
you still hide behind your lies and belief
and take our young at birth
for a bounty you take my life away
say we don't belong here anymore
But remember when we are all gone
the silence of a Windsong
you will hear no more
we will be but only a memory
a Spirit now forever free
Spiritwind-2010
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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The Eagle wasn't always the Eagle. The Eagle, before he became the Eagle, was Yucatangee, the Talker. Yucatangee talked and talked. It talked so much it heard only itself. Not the river, not the wind, not even the Wolf. The Raven came and said The Wolf is hungry. If you stop talking, you'll hear him. The wind too. And when you hear the wind, you'll fly. So he stopped talking. And became its nature, the Eagle. The Eagle soared, and its flight said all it needed to say.
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I Am Wolf
In the night it is my cry you hear
that carries on the echoes of the wind
the sound of ancient drums beating
my eye's that gaze right through you
from the shadows of your soul
it is my heart that beats from within
that protects you from that which you fear
in times you feel you can't make it through
it is my wisdom and strength that makes you whole
my hunger for knowledge you are feeding
it is my Spirit that keeps you free
for I am wolf, I am in you
and you are in me
and one we will always be
Spiritwind-2012
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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A Howl of the Night
A howl can be herd in the night as the snow falls
A howl can run through and enter the soul of
The wolf who's heart is as pure as the grain
A howl shall show no mercy and shall either hunt you
Or guide you, It will be strong and hard -the howl of the night.
The howl shall come from the spirit of the strongest,
The bravest and the boldest.
It will not be weak, as the wind carries the howl farther
To the Pack, all will awaken and cry with
The howl of the night.
poem by Rebecca Seetahal
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My Spirit Lives On
In my time of dying
through times of sorrow
mourn not for me
but reach for tomorrow
on wing's of Eagle's flying
for I haved lived a life full of beauty
blessed by our creator
No tears shall you weep
but remember the good times you keep
through your days of sadness
when there is no forgiveness
for though I am gone
my Spirit lives on
and beside you I will always be
forever more
(Spiritwind-2010)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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The True American Indian
Like a warrior I stand
brave and strong
and my wisdom
is like the mighty chief
my words are wise
that I speak
as I follow the vision
that is my destiny
to protect this sacred land
My soul is one with the wolf
and my Spirit is with the wind
I will never turn my back
on my Spiritual belief
but will fight for who are weak
from those who are wrong
in their ways of the white man
I will not run and hide
from the suffering and pain
that you conflict
in times that are black
I am a chosen one
a face you will never forget
in these days to come
And just like the rising sun
my people will rise again
in the end
we will walk free
for we are
the true American Indian
(Spiritwind-2010)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Just Writting About Wolfs
days get colder nights get longer..wind howls a lonely howl
deep in the night a lone wolf howls do his howls fall on def ears
as he sits high upon a cliff looking down upon the woods he calls home
he wonders in the shadows a loner but never really alone
we has the wind the earth and the air that goes threw him
it like an old friend to him the darkness the shadows
the wolf wonders alone in mind and thoughts
whats he thinking of
we may never know know....
but hawk circles above does he hear the howl as the wolf says hello in the nights sky to hawk
flying so live so free
the wolf is the path finder the teacher they finder of the way
the hawk hears the howl and carries the message up to the sky
what the message, , , , , you may as for each its difffenrt each its own sound even one of silance
the wolf knows all is well in the world tonght
dont know why i wrote this one or whats its meaning is just kinda came to me as i sat here watching the football game
hope you all enjoyed
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poem by Jeff Greyicewolf
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We Walk Together
An eagle that can't fly
Is no longer and eagle
A wolf that can't howl
Is no longer a wolf
A man that can't love
Is no longer a man...
I feel of the eagle and of the wolf,
I am the man who has lost his love.
I walk the long dirt road
The wolf by my side
And the eagle on my shoulder
Together we walk
All having lost,
None knowing what the future may hold...
poem by Jeffery Brunner
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Beloved Wolf
Cry beloved wolf,
For the moon,
To shine it's light,
Run beloved wolf,
Run so far,
To the end of the plains,
Call beloved wolf,
Call to the eagle,
To spread its wings,
Ow beloved wolf,
Free your soul,
From the grasp of humankind,
Forget the pain,
that we caused you,
Howl for me,
When you are,
Once again free.
poem by Tinus Erasmus
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Wild Turkey
O smiling midnight of the loons
behind each corner lurks the wolf,
he hides in vines, and ripened prunes,
Shall fool him may, what an impugn,
to salivate, drool and convulse?
A wolf, a wolf in dark dissolves,
I 'll wait for him in the saloon,
Wild Turkey drink, his laugh is hoarse.
.....................
The night deludes the innocent,
I 'll wait for you close to your prowl,
exasperate and then amend,
through this confusing complement,
protruding fangs have fresh wildfowl,
as precognized the calling owl,
I 'll send sage and cinnamon scent,
and fearless I 'll out-howl your growl.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Wolf In Me
The wolf in me,
it wants to come out.
Come out and howl.
Howl at the moon.
The wolf in me,
wants to come out.
Come out and run free.
Through the mountains.
The wolf in me,
wants to break free.
Free from the hold,
that this prison has on me.
poem by Ninja Soul
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Far From Here
Sat under that old Oak tree
watching the day pass me by
thinking of how we use to be
in a time not meant for you and me
Said I'm going far from here
got to be something better out there
more than what we show in fear
where I can watch the setting sun disappear
Going to where the wide river's flow
a place only God will know
on a mountain all covered in snow
where the desert shines down below
Said I'm going far from here
where no one else is near
underneath that burning sky
where nothing never seems to die
a place you never have to try
Going to where the Eagle's fly
where no one seems to shed a tear
in the shadow of the night
you can see the star's shining bright
away from that neon light
where the Wolves run wild and free
And I'm going far from here
to a place you never wonder why
where there's no wrong or right
just the beauty of nature in my sight
(spiritwind-2010)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Beautiful(An Indians Thank You)
She was'nt Native American
but she was one true to the heart
loving all things
the only way she knew how she can
she has a soul that would shine
beautiful as a dandelion
in a field of dreams
flooting in a smoke of clouds
beautiful as all life that flourish
warmed by a summer's kiss
Standing in shadow's of lonely crowds
the Great Spirit walked beside her
there by her side they walked together
guided by the Holy Light
she lite the burning sun
that burned in the sky
she was the color's of every rainbow
blessed like the star's at night
Gentle as a Butterfly
becoming one with the beauty of nature
becoming one with Mother Earth
God guided her since birth
She has a Spirit of the Eagle
like Angel's, she spreads her wing's
soaring high in the heaven's
like a Eagle she would fly
beautiful word's like a bird that sing's
sweeter than a sound of a chime
blowing in the wind
pure as a desert flower that grow's again
Yeah, she's as beautiful
as the moon shining when it's full
keeping peace from falling apart
beautiful as a river that flow's
like The Holy Ghost
that cover's you when it snow's
She roam's free forever more
glittering like the sand
on a ocean shore
beautiful as a pedal
falling from her hand
silent as a willow weeping
like Lion's laying and sleeping
(spiritwind-2009)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Wolf Moon
Though no longer amongst us
Their tradition and spirit lingers on
Like the names associated with
Each month's new full moon
A reoccurring theme in the cycle
When months are measured by moons returning
A practice common among indigenous peoples
In the month of January
A great moon rises slowly
And at night the Wolf pack howl out plaintively
For food is scarce and the wolves are hungry
To the First Peoples - The Wolf is brother
And only a brother can feel the pain of his brother's hunger
That is why the Native Peoples name January “Wolf Moon” in their brother's honor
Now to a museum, all too soon -The Tipi (tepee, teepee) has gone
Whilst within a reservation the Wolf Pack are free to roam
As for their spirit - It is running free
And cannot be captured, best to let it be
Your Brother, The Wolf never was your enemy
© Calac
poem by Chris Lane
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Listening To The Wind
Dreamed you in a hundred dreams
here by me where you belong
where your love replaced the sad
back to the good times we had
And we walked on
forever it seems
under the setting sun
listening to the wind
singing like a song
and I held you once again
like those days were never gone
We danced in the warm summer sand
til we saw the morning come
and we held on to each other's hand
letting each other heart's flow
like an ocean upon the shore
never letting go
knowing our love would last forever more
listening to the wind
singing like a song
Spiritwind-2010
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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White Wolf
She was the one and only indian girl
all that was left in her tribe
she gave so much in her world
a love you could'nt describe
all were left for dead
except this one who said..
Now my heart is like a White Wolf
that forever roams
different from the rest
that wander and can't see
all that use to be
They burned down all our homes
tortured and abused
she walked around confused
white man lies, we were used
She stood on top of a crest
wounds upon her chest
said this world is too far gone
like the White Wolf I go on alone
My heart turned into stone
tormented by their touch
they did just a little too much
this world now my crutch
She said I'm just a White Wolf here
no more will I walk in fear
they may have tried to break my spirit
still my soul is free
no longer will I fret
my will, will be done
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Fly Free
Fly free beyond the darkness
and soar across forever
spread your wings wide in the wind
and someday we'll meet again
upon that shining stars wish
where heavens light fades never
in that moonlight midst
where a love will remain
that never can end
Spiritwind-2012
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Whisper Wind Wings
eagle love is wilderness freedom heights
wind rippling through flight feathers
free spirit carried on whisper wind wings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fat Dogs Wear Well Fed Collars
the wolf cannot wear your collar
the wolf cannot eat your slave bread
the wolf feels a free wind on free face
the wolf hears all sounds freedom fed
the wolf must hunt for its piece of meat
the wolf hunts mountains where free rivers meet
the wolf will starve to death as lean winter creeps
the wolf paints landscapes scenes as death inward seeps
the wolf licks not the beast man’s hand wolf never weeps
poem by Terence George Craddock
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So You Want To Be A Indian (Riding In The Wind)
So you want to be a Indian
living off the land
riding in the wind
fighting to make a stand
defending to keep what is ours
that you believe is yours
So you want to be a Indian
trying to live again
riding in the wind
sticking up for your right to be
so we can be free
So you want to be a Indian
living in poverty
you want to be like me
riding in the wind
living without a home
feeling you stand here alone
Spiritwind-2010
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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