Friday, December 29, 2017

The Storyteller

The Storyteller

by Toni Truesdale

Morality tales in retrospection

Sing the world into creation, again;

Reenacting the cumulative wisdom

Cultural knowledge retains,

In prose that teaches;

Rules, mores and responsibilities

Concerning complex relationships

Of original instructions.

In commonality within communities,

The oral traditions reflect;

Collective memory in the timeless narratives

Of the Storyteller.

Copyright 2010

Monday, December 18, 2017

The Black Madonna

“The Madonna”

by Toni Truesdale

The beautiful dark Madonna comes down to us

from the our beginnings.

She has many names: Ana, Tiamat, Isis, Cybele,

Demeter, Sheba, Mary Magdalene,

Mary, mother of Christ,

Maya,  mother of Buddha,

Fatima’ daughter of Mohammed,

Nana Bakula, Spider Woman, First Woman,

Parvati, Oxum, Corn Maiden, Eurzuli,

Oya, Morrigan, Ishtar,Tara, Gaia, Saule, Amaterasu,

Coatlicue, Nerthus...

She is of the earth and the sky;

She is our mother and our mother’s mother, and so on

to the very first spark of life,

She is always,The Great Mother.

She is us. We are she.

Copyright 1976


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Time for all Women to Join Hands and Establish a New Paradigm

“The Grandmothers”

by Toni Truesdale

It is the time for the latent

Power of women to return.

The Spirits reach out to the earth

And all inhabitants.

It is a time of transition;

The view of one dominant

Culture is to be transformed

Into the perspective of many;

As thoughts of war turn

Into negotiations of peace,

Eliminating injustice, domination and discrimination.

The ancestors have told us,

Women elders speak with the strength

Of generations.

Copyright 2008 T. Truesdale

Friday, December 8, 2017

Let us remember our american halocaust, the true history of land theft

“Wounded Knee”

By Toni Truesdale

Just after Christmas, 1890, a group of Minneconjou Sioux

camped close to Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

They were led by Big Foot, who was very ill with pneumonia.

The tribe had just come through the Badlands with great difficulty.

It was frigid. The very air froze on the breath of the people.

Big Foot traveled in a wagon with a white flag.

He had hoped to join Red Cloud at Pine Ridge

to protect his people from the U.S. Calvary.

Major Whitside caught up with him on December 28.

He took the small band to camp at a creek called Wounded Knee.

The morning of the 29th, Colonial Forsyth, from Custer’s old regiment,

Proceeded to harass the Minneconjou men while looking for weapons.

A Young Man, Black Coyote, was trying to put his hunting rifle down.

The soldiers grabbed him and roughed him up.

Suddenly, there was a sound like a gunshot.

No one is really sure if it was a gun or who fired it. The soldiers didn’t investigate,

They opened fire instead.

The Minneconjou had been disarmed, they had only a few knives and clubs.

There was a brief struggle.

Then all the Minneconjou started to run from the big Hotchkiss guns

stationed on the hill above aiming at all the women and children.

It didn’t take long to kill nearly three hundred of the Sioux band.

Only a few soldiers died; mostly by friendly fire in the killing frenzy.

The people were buried in a huge mass grave, dug into the frozen ground.

Together in a mass grave, their bodies were contorted in the agony of violent death.

Big Foot’s band still remain at Wounded Knee

to testify silently on the depopulation techniques of the U.S. Government.

The Mass murder was legal,

The soldiers awarded the “Medal of Honor”.

Monday, December 4, 2017

Save Our Sacred Spaces

Bears Ears

Whispers of juniper,

Sage scent of star filled nights;

Wind whispering softly of

Remembered rites on plazas

Dancing to the drum, song, prayers

That echo still.

Handholds furrowed into cliff sides

Painted in prehistoric colors.

Footsteps of the ancients follow

Lightly dusted trade roads

Between carefully placed stones of origins.

Bears Ears: Birthplace of living nations.

Toni Truesdale

Copyright 2017