Strawberries For The Soul Poetry

 (picture) ----------THEY ARE GETTING A DISHONEST HACKER TO ALTER MY WORK HERE, REMOVING THE EDIT BAR WHEN I TRY TO FIX THE FORMATTING, WHICH SHOULD NOT EVEN BE ALIGNED TO THE LEFT WHEN I PASTE IT.  THE OTHER ONES I HAVE POSTED WERE NO PROBLEM SO SOME BASTARD IS DOING THIS   ---- AND THAT IS WHAT THE INTERNET SOCIOPATHS PAY PEOPLE TO DO!   MY MESSAGE:   SENT TO BLOGGER  Stop using a subapp to remove the edit bar when I try to edit my work!  I get fed up with the tricks of techs who have nothing better to do than harm others.  DON'T PAY THEM! 11/9/2021 BLOG IS:  STRAWBERRIES FOR THE SOUL                    POETRY  Being Native Means Being Natural, One with Nature Every creature Knows You for you belong to the real world, You use the real world to keep you whole. Your soul Is who you are. You find yourself As you commute not only with  your community Biut also you find  Unity with Every being that  Gives breath. Beneath And Beyond Our comprehension You sense what's near - what

 (Picture) Don't go near her - we fear! She will accuse. The fuse began when a Secret Society man Raped And she reported Only to be retorted. It shaped her whole life Leading to Nowhere They don't care They only wear A Mask To cover secrets Which reach Which still speak if one listens. Instead they follow Their hollow lives glisten - lit by FAKE FIRE while they style fashioned ideology which geoscapes society Inside and Out Crying out only makes it hurt worse Mr. Secret penetrated not just once but every day crafting his way through relatives who relieve by believing lies No cry can stop it It only fuels Cruelty Using their guise to guide literally all she encounters "Don't go near her!" She's a bomb! She will accuse! You are fools if you abide with her Don't go near her! 

 (Picture) On Restoration   Things aren’t always better as they were before Our Past lights our way, so we must restore.   I see things so differently as I get older. I want to take the colder memories And make clear sense of what seems senseless And, unless those like I can go on We cannot continue to run Our Race Or Face Life as more than reality Seeing sensibility To our tries, our dreams, Our cries—even screams For we will see our roots through restoration.   -Our hearts in our imagination -Our knowledge from our contemplation -Our passions in our fascination.   Annie 8-25-98  

 (picture) My Child  is not with me now. How do I survive? I live Each day Loving my child In my Being.   Yet being Isn’t enough. It’s so tough, I tell you. My child Needs Me.   Only I can’t always be There. I love you, My Child, When we are close- When we are apart- My heart Reminds me I found me When you were born.                                                              Some days I get torn, My Child, For time does not stop. If I could drop My responsibilities And freeze time For us To be, I would.     But, My Child, We are Now, You and I. And I hope Your heart Reminds you Of this.     I always want you Safe, My Child, And I will always be Where It will keep you safe.   Though we are not always together, Don’t ever Forget—   You are my Being, And I love you, My Child.   Annie 2-24-99  

 (Picture) “Memory” (a painting by Elihu Vedder, b 1836 NY, d 1923 Rome in LA County Museum of Art)     I examined this painting and wondered what The artist had thought.   Looking on Landscape Crusading through clouds:   I see me as history Peacefully looking down As a child Accepting the life I’d lead As my best.   I see the child who We never knew For he or she died Of sickness, trauma Tragedy not controlled Yet We did not lose this child For we see in the clouds.   I see the child in me By looking up, feeling So small, so minute Knowing a simple parachute could not bring the child down And I find peace of mind For I see in the clouds.   If I could change the name To change my thought’s pathways I would say I could turn Memory to Dream.   And Dream Could bring me hope For the child I never had. It could erase the bad dreams and memories   And bring Hope, sustenance For at least an instant I’d know it could be And so I would bring That instant back Over and over Looking up into   The

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 (picture) Loving Like A Rock   Oh what a love – To love like a rock For rocks are products of who we are.   And so Should love be, Really.   Breaking down – Separating – metamorphosing Limestone or dolostone into marble, Sandstone into slate, schist or gneiss, Basalt into amphibolite.   The process is everchanging. Weathering, rearranging Over time They form Holding onto Their history Carrying a beauty As structures shape Among their surroundings   Finding, collecting What is near To make them Stronger                   For the longer They are around They continue To collect   And forget What they had been Forging ahead To become better   Blending and Sometimes fragmenting   These fragments Find places of their own As they Combine Theirs with others And define Their freedom To express – To illuminate – To color   Yet always Telling a story As they change.                         We see Rocks Yet love We cannot.   God gave These rocks To us To teach About love – About Life, Really.   A

 (picture) Keep Your Eye On That Baseball   There it is— It is the baseball.   Watch it And wait.   Try to view The ball as one—not two.   See it And hit.   Focus on that ball For it is your only goal.   Trolling through the game For one thing-being   That ball.   It’s all You really need to focus.   Your  Eye Is the key to striking it.   And then—what do you get? You get a chance to run.       You run To Base One,   Then Base Two Comes along,   Base Three, And then,   Home’s your friend--   All because You kept your Eye On the ball.   Annie 11-8-98

 (picture) "I dream of Liberty" To Thank Man in the future   I thank you God for letting me be free I can choose what and who I want to see.   I can choose to laugh, to cry, to eat, to drink, to talk, To love, and to take my Loved One for a walk.   And as I’m free to feel And free to do I breath, I think, and I work hard to—   To enjoy life and to share To learn and to grow and believe and to show others how much I can care.   And as I see ones less fortunate than I Who hurt more, who maybe can’t cry Who maybe can’t walk or maybe can’t do most of what makes life free And I can’t help wonder who will be next—maybe even me.   And who will be there— Who will care— And who will feel my hurt that’s so real— So real that my pain takes my freedom, my world And as I sit curled Alone again and again, Who will be there—to care?   And today as I enjoy my freedom, my life, I want to share, to belong To what makes life right. I want to help right-wrong and help sing the right Song To help