My Angel of the night, a beautiful erotic poem. My favorite part;
Our lips mesh as the fire is rekindled again
Our bodies bursting into flames as desire stirs within
We make love without hesitation, and soar to the moon and back
Afterwards lie in contentment, our love alive and intact
You did an unbelievable job with this folder. I could feel the emotions and pain. It was as if at times I was right there as the injustice and bloodshed unfolds. The journey through this folder really touch my heart. It is really sad that some of us people had to suffer through this type of wrath, because of the greed of others. Thanks taking us along the paths that was walked by the True Americans.
I could feel the emotions, as if I was a Native American myself.You did a beautiful job to tell the story of this great injustice. From the broken treaties, to loss of lives along the way, to being forced to live on the reservation. This poem is clear and consistent.
Great job my friend. Keep up the good work.
Great job here telling the story of "Custer’s Last Stand". Your detail of the events is outstanding, I could visually see your story unfold. I love the fallowing stanzas;
I wonder if he ever questioned why
In the near future so many would die
Did the Colonel realize the price his inflamed ego would cost,
Truly acknowledge the fact that lives would be lost?
I wonder what Custer would have said
If he had but known that in a matter of days he would be dead
Would the cost of Indian land have been worth it then?
Would George Armstrong Custer have been so swift to sin?
A truly outstanding job here. Keep up the good work my friend.
A great tribute to an apparent legendary hero.Respected and love by his people, that know how much this warrior cared, he was able to summond courage from them to fight for what was theirs.I especially love the fallowing stanzas;
Renowned hero, chief to his tribe
Courageously struggling to retain Sioux pride
Earned much respect for generosity and caring
Proved himself self-assured and daring
Crazy Horse did not surrender to white demands
Stubbornly refused to relinquish Indian lands
A man known for greatness, and consumed with remorse
Was the Lakota chief, Crazy Horse
Could not bear to see this done
Refused to believe that the whites had won
Deeper did his despair grow
Could not bear to see it so
“Hoka Hey!”, he cried, prepared for war
His anger as infectious as an opened sore
Indian victory achieved on the “Greasy Grass”
Aware that this battle would not be the last
Nice job here. Short, sweet and to point. A nice flow to also. I do think the color and size is a little to much for the eyes, or at least mine. I especially liked the last two line;
As majestic as any mountain, real love is just as grand.
Nothing could be better than to share such love hand in hand.
Keep up the good work friend, and good luck in the contest.
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