Verse: Poetry of Love and Wisdom

by Canaryaem

An Epic in a Great Contemporary Age

Discover the Rise of Amerindian Poetry

Welcome

Our mission is to bring the rich poetic traditions of Amerindian cultures from both Mexico and the United States to a broader audience. We believe in the power of these verses to convey profound emotions and timeless wisdom.

Introduction

My poetry is a heartfelt expression of love for my tribe, deeply rooted in Mexico and flourishing through my Mohican heritage. The Amerindian intellect shines with clarity and depth, honed through a strong tradition of esoteric arts and the wisdom of those who explore themes like Americanism, patriotism, folktales, poetry, and prose. We should embrace our creativity and share our ideas on all platforms. This will help us learn more about academia, science, and literature. The Internet has become a big part of our lives, allowing people to share their hidden talents. This creates a fantastic opportunity for Mexico to celebrate the wonderful contributions of its indigenous communities in mostly any areas.
Born of authentic Mexica blood, I'm proud to claim a heritage strong in Indian culture, with roots that stretch back to the ancient Aztecs and Mayans. The fabrication of European history undermines our ancestors' sacrifices and achievements. Helping others is a key responsibility that I value deeply. Through my art and career, I work to preserve my ancestors' legacy and support the well-being of indigenous communities.
In every setting, I proudly declare my Amerindian identity, defying simplistic stereotypes. We Amerindians make our own paths, independent and unyielding. The Mexicas thrive in vibrant cities that reflect their lively culture and deep history. My family has many stories of national heroes and legends, showing our unique identity that is different from European traditions.
This poetry serves as a heartfelt call to Isis, inspired by a moment of divine intervention I once witnessed. It was during this miracle that angels revealed the Mexica’s victory—a triumph not only for us but for all people. I shall recount this miracle one day, but today is not the right moment; I stand as one of the most vocal leaders of the Mexicas, Nahuas, and Mohicans. I believe that those who embrace this miracle will have their prayers answered by Isis, and in honoring her, they shall know eternal life.
I stand firmly behind my commitment to connection and understanding. As leader, I proudly step forward in this era of renewal for the indigenous peoples of the Americas. We pay tribute to Isis, the Egyptian goddess, and embrace the wonderful diversity of our Amerindian communities. Together, we can shape a brighter future for all of us!
As we stand at the threshold of this Amerindian resurgence, we may find ourselves asking: may we one day draw strength from the untold stories of our ancestors, who braved the unrelenting storms of colonialism and emerged victorious, their cultures and traditions intact? We remember the hidden histories, the unsung heroes, and the unbroken spirits that have shaped our collective identity.
In this season of renewal, we tap into the soil of our heritage, reconnecting with the land, our ancestors, and the mysteries of our own faith. By embracing our cultural traditions, we find our authentic voice, preserve our customs, and take our rightful place within the complex weave of human culture. With fierce dedication, we make our path, etching our story into history, and unleashing our inner strength.
While my poetry may echo with heroic spirit, it mostly contains tender verses of love—dedicated to my wife, my daughters, and to Isis, grounded in a profound religious ideology. My reflections evoke the spirit of Mother Teresa, culminating in a miraculous encounter. I assure you, those who propagate false miracles shall meet their downfall. The Mexicas, united with countless Indian nations, long for a miracle. We hold dear the belief that a leader—like me, expressed through these verses—has witnessed it. The angels warned me that if we stray from hope, our victory would slip away. As long as I carry this vision and message for all Indigenous peoples, we will emerge victorious. They shared with me a prophecy, a prayer, and a call to action, destined to unfold in my future writings on the Internet.
My poetry explores how our everyday moments are tied to something bigger. I believe there's a loving plan at work, guiding us through life's challenges and giving us the courage to keep moving forward. When the darkness closes in, God's love is a steady presence, offering us comfort and peace.
Individuals hold the power to drive positive change, reshaping their communities and lives. Empathy, understanding, and accountability are essential in our interactions with Indigenous peoples, as we work to overcome the harmful impact of racism and hate. We will build a society that is just, equitable, and inclusive, where everyone has the opportunity to thrive.
I recognize that Chicago, like many urban centers, has struggled to reconcile its relationship with Indigenous residents, leading to tensions and conflict. Through open and honest dialogue, along with compassionate listening, we can tackle these challenges and find a way forward. As Indigenous peoples, our diverse perspectives are deeply connected to the land and our sacred heritage, which we cherish.
I invite you to join me on a journey of hope and compassion, where we can explore paths of healing, celebrate our shared humanity, and work together to build a more inclusive and harmonious future for all. By walking this path together, we can create spaces where every voice is heard, valued, and empowered to thrive.
My poetry shines like a lighthouse cutting through the murky night, guiding you toward everlasting life. I may be destined to be a leader, a prophet or a saint. To elevate others may lead to personal ruin—that is the tale I tell, my legendary narrative. You cannot illuminate darkness without your own light burning brightly. My prayer, prophecy, and grito will position the Mexicas as champions, uniting all Indigenous peoples in victory.
I speak with a faith that shatters doubt. My verses are a testament to love's indomitable power, a bond with Isis that will unite us in Canaan. I am unshaken by love; it has reshaped me anew. I stand with the visionaries, our paths converging at the Taj Mahal's gates. My poetry is a declaration of my unyielding spirit, a tribute to Isis's enduring presence. As a holy man and leader, I share my stories as a gift of wisdom, inspired by the unwavering compassion of Mother Teresa.
These eternal truths summon Isis to descend into our realm. You might label them as fiction—a fitting description for your doubts—but many will discover peace in honoring both Isis and me. If you question my newfound spirit, remember this: the formidable power of my Goddess, Isis, is yours to pray with.

The Story of the Hippopotamus

The animals outside:
Do they groan like the
Hippopotamus?

They do, they do.

But do they eat all of
The grass over and
Over all day long?

They do, they do.

Do they turn over and
Rub on their belly
With the fireflies?

They do, they do.

Do they open their jaws
Wide and yawn with their
Ample, scary teeth?

Well if that were to happen, then
I would take more care around them.

The Majestical Fruit Tree

There was an insatiable woman
Who wanted to buy a date fruit tree
Sapling, a majestical one that
She dreamed of having since she saw it.

She wanted it to be in her backyard,
When she went to an old man who sold one
He was very sure it would not fit in
Her horse-drawn wagon, so her bleak heart sank.

Ecstasy, and exultation
Absolutely escaped her grip
The man told her that she could buy
A date fruit from the date fruit tree,
But it wasn't nearly the same
She wanted to eat the date fruit but
To have her tree, so she felt anxious
She bought the date fruit from the man but
Did not know how she would enjoy it.

She went directly home, and soon ate the
Delicious date fruit in her own backyard
Then she felt a vast piece of happiness,
So, she decided that she would buy all

Sorts of fruit from the old man with
The tree until she could afford
A bigger wagon. She returned
To the man, and the date fruit tree
Was not there because it was sold.

So she bought all of the pristine fruit,
Hoping she would feel relieved, settled
And a little better or else glad
She went home, tried every fruit and found

Out how much happier she doubtless was,
Knowing that without the expensive, prized
Wagon, she would finally feel joy and
Truthful happiness eating more nice fruits.

Now, what would you wishfully have,
Every fruit or the entire tree
Sapling? Old or young, you can have
It all if you had a wagon
What if you had friends to share with?

Dazzling Twilight in the Candlelight

The darkness encroaches increasingly
Farther from the candles, with Juletta,
Ascending from the bottom to the top
Of the staircase.

Come one, come all! There's toast and jelly the
Baby might like, and kernels with the fall
Harvest, while Juletta trails my mother
At the gloaming.

As we all sink in the seats, the kid rasps
Out the roaches.

"Come here," says my mother as the first crack
Of the whip in the sky glows terribly,
And she eats a salad, fresh as seaweed
At the wide park.

Juletta sits on the dark, walled armrest
And passes a look out the window at
The jackass huddling for comfort but
Remaining drenched.

My mom grabs some gold from her pursebag, and
It shone brightly.

The Veil of the Setting Sun

We stayed up until the twilight
You wore a crown of plum smoke that
Night, and your skin stayed darker still
I can get two lazy donkeys,
Proof of the lengths I’d travel to,

Should my heart burn so truthfully
And in tender sacrifices
I’d gift you glimmering treasures—
A golden ring, or a warm fleece,
Precious, great tokens for my queen.
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I bow down to you because
I do it with great pleasure
I heard in dreams it was so,

That this would work from now on
I want to peel an orange
To give it to you in palm.

Your smile recalls a side of the Dipper,
So as I look about an orange farm,
I notice you in your long yellow dress.

I may have had the most golden moment,
An opportunity with the gray wings
Of a falcon, to soar freely above.

The first time we met I was so strong and
Youthful, at the pinnacle of my keen
Talents, to be shown to my followers.

Shadows of Affection

I'd show you off at
The plaza, and tell
The others that their
Remarks are useless.

But don't fault me, or
Else I have jokes for
Those that speak funny.

Just let me be free,
And I'll hopefully
Get another chance

To tell you that we
Are one, we two who
Garner together.

Counterparts, we are
Closer, mutually,
Than spouses who might
Fight with each other.

Like the clouds and the
Lightning, we are held
Forever closely.

The Chieftain's Headdress

It is not yet a
Complex form of love,
Neither simple nor
Nigh lust with you now.

It is as a relic
From solemn ruins of
Mesopotamia
That I admire so.

With you, I have all
That I need for me
To feel well besides
Your hearty cooking.

High Chieftain's headdress
Hails a saga with
The tales that come from
Indians in our tribe.

Yet, I'd take our heart with
Me to the Northeast to
Remind me of both our
Rightful trust and admire

Your penmanship too
My devoted friend,
Without observing
The time, days dash by.

Daffodils of an Unclaimed Heart

I want to feel the
Bright, perfume-scented
Clothes with my strong palm.

I use lotion on
My skin, so the heat
Makes me want to have
A drink beneath the
Shadow by the tree.

Seemingly, I heard
A bird was singing.

I thought that the fair
Girl's carriage had once
Been dreaming with me.

We complimented
The shape of the cloak
We gave the hairpin
She put on all the
Sole admiration.

The Sun Brings Isis

The orange sun disc belongs in the sky
I pine to go to the large pyramid
Cactus belongs.

But the small birds are together truly
I get ready for my belonging with
Knelled Nibiru.

Behold, Isis! She could do nothing wrong!
A race of five torrid laps to run first,
So I exclaim.

I won't let her leave, so I stay with her
Her fabric is of a great, hidden light,
And we hold hands.

Her fond sacrifices are what halts an
Enemy from advancing, and it pleas
To my prayers.

She arrives from Nibiru straightaway
All Hail Isis! and the cow, the eagle,
The sow and snake.

In the Poems of Pomegranate

I saw my unmindful girlfriend by the
Window of the restaurant down the street
I stood before the window there to wave,

Knocked loudly and asked her to go with me
I entered the restaurant only to
Feel like I wasn't supposed to do it.
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Is she really good enough for me though?
It's for sure, I've known her for a long time
Then I glimpse and see her shoulder just so
And I ask her to dance with me also.

The music starts to sound notes like the verse
In poems of pomegranate from before
This is us, unafraid of each other
We pick up where we left off right after.

A Hymn of Faith and Sacrifice

He sits down and wants some
Certain, spicy chicken.

The child stays; his pants
Are dirty—he listens
Intently, deciding
Not to contradict his
Sister, who wants to go

To the sacred and blessed
Cathedral; to take the
Child, so small, mostly
To honor and praise God,

Like the polyester
Before redemptive nails.

She would have to pray that
Day and would give more, an
Offering to the church,
Then she'd wait in line at
The mystic aisle too.

There were many others
Traveling that hot day
It was a pleasure to
Gather under the sun.

Many Shades of Our Journey

Who is in control
Of the other self?

My intention is
To exalt your soft
Breasts that curve out so

Sensually, and
I only yearn to
Behold you right now.

I walk towards your
Weaving right away,
But the crowd piles
Up and conceals you.

Instead of cursing,
I should decide to
Wait by the crowded
Park 'til it gets dark,

And then we could sit
Together like the
Guava beneath the
Warm air of the night.

Powerful Expression

They all sat there to the side of the park,
Indian style, encircling Marcosif
My nephew nested in the couch, amused,
All of them playing "the messages game."

As they took turns, Marcosif left Lescia
Recognition and he left her a note
She needed an emoji to score more
She knew that she was excellent at it.

She was raised to serve as a minister
And to dress importantly, with honor
Lescia would learn, one day, about all of
The good ways of Isis to wait on the
Children of hers, to wash and bathe them too.

It was Lescia, daring and spirited,
Who had sorted out a variety
Of some cool emoji combos tonight
I would tell all who would hear of Isis
They say that she would pull the hair off the
Elder men who complained about her games.

This was the story that I began to
Tell of The Seventh of Saturn, ongoing,
Who was bold and sultry with measured charm
She could relate to me oftentimes but
In a Delicate Way, off the mud road.

Faithful Hearts
(On a Frosty Day)

I met her on a frosty day
It was a special time
I asked for her name, and she said
One of those stories told.

Then, I thought of all the reasons
Why her name stayed with me.

I held her by the hand that night
I felt so happy when
The sun was climbing down from the
Sky that time by the store.
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That night I stayed up very late
My girl wanted breadsticks,
And I was so tired by that time.

I soon woke up as she told me,
"This is our special night"
When the moon came up we soon glanced

At each other softheartedly
This night was so lovely
My girlfriend was my entire dream.

The Faith of My Hometown

I have seen a splendid place
I took a photo of it
It lit up where the light shone.

I guessed that the bright starlight
Shone aglitter for a point
Here, I will die with some grace.

So sweet were the days at the
Rancho, nestled somewhere in
The sticks where my feather grew.

Yet, if I could talk to the
Missionaries where our faith
In Isis is carried through

I can surmise that we're neat
As a wizard dressed brightly,
In blue and white, with much life.

By a Large, Drawn Out Tree

I just wanted to know if
You will go home with me now
As the oldest ways of love,

I sit by a large, drawn out
Tree near by the house where my
Tenderhearted grandmom lives.

Then you will also tend to my wounds, where
Two arrows have struck me, and you'll put some
Balm on them so that I won't feel the pain.

I will always treasure what you said in
The nice, loving letter you sent to me
I made you the solemn promise that you're

The grandest shrine of my heart, and I will
Give you fragrant incense known to all of
The others to be difficult to get.

Anything Remarkable

It's a remarkable
Sight that leaves you with a
Sense of awe and respect.

Could I care for the lonely
Lady in the wooden hut?
She wets her farm with the hose.

It's always fulfilling
To have many scarecrows
On the family farm.

Please don't hesitate to let
Me know if there's stream water
I can go collect for you.

Is there anything that
You want me to get in
The shop like hot coffee?

A Letter and a Bracelet

I took your letter which was as a vase
With water and before I read the rest
Of it, I saw it was dabbed with perfume.

I gave much more attention, certainly,
To the part that said that you were taken,
And as I was taken aback, paused.

You let me talk, and you gave me the time
All of the days I go to you famished,
Faithful and trusting that you would hear me.

Explain to me that wistful look of yours
When your inner desires wish for me
Ah, no matter, when I consume thoughts of

The bracelet of niceties I bought you,
You will make me a sign, as a ton of
Tobacco for a cow, at your behest.

Ties of the Heart
(Rekindled)

When we were young we mostly played jump rope,

But then, when we played a game of old maid,

We pecked at each other adoringly.

Tonight we're back in touch, and we're older,

So that I could give you pelting kisses

We do not have to speed through anything.

I know that you are ready for me to

Give you a diamond ring made of pure gold

You call me from that city you are from.

We will have a dinner together too

Eating chicken and rice, we should have a

Conversation, doting on about each

Other and parting ways with friends from our

Younger years as we create a new life

Together in a perfect, humble home.

Our kids play of acts of bravery too

They would share such stories with each other:

Their dreams, skillful leadership, and terse pranks.

The Nightingale's Exquisite Beak

She is like a chirping
Nightingale in her nest
As she sings cleverly;

A charming song with a
Sound spirit at nighttime.

My fair aunt gave Isis
A doll that was café
With an exquisite beak.

I kept my attention
On her for a minute.

The young girl demanded
That we go to the park
We dallied like a flock.

The Mule and the Dwelling

The residence is stuck
Behind a mule.

The dwelling inside is
Yellow, and the
Little windows look out
Onto the streets
Like a brown face.

It dots and shuts into
The neighborhood,
Sitting all the serene
Days and the nights.

My younger daughter is
Like me, potent
She is the one who tries
Perseverance.

I should stay strong like the
Untoward bull
That is the other thing
That keeps me up,
So then I hide.

Lavender

(Lavender scent fixes all the troubles, no)

The dirt on my jeans should get clean then dried yet.

Wondering where my girlfriend has been all times,

I think it is better to let go of her.

The laundromat sheds no light on my lost love

I become brave and then continue from here.

So now I let go of all my feelings too

I do not know why she has not seen me yet,

Or she failed to pay attention anymore

I can free my heart and try it anew now.

A Girl and Her Magnificence

She sobs in anguish as the children flout
Her name everytime she steps out the house.

Juletta despises her neighbors who
Are hostile and ill-conceived. She dresses
Plainly but she still looks elegant and
Magnificent. The sun and moon revolts
On them for loathing her free will, now that

She's over the age of wanting to play
With those stubborn, pompous children of theirs.

They are arrogant. They smell of rancid
Onions and they take part in vivacious
Rituals filled with private displays of
Abuse. Just because she's old and pretty
The neighbors decide to pommel her hard.

When she stays at home mostly, she resolves

Her troubles which is her own reprisal.

A Triumph of the Heart

By and by, the moment for love appears

Your tiara gleams, and your heart rewakes.

This scene calls for a splendid, subtle skill—

A surreal illusion that stirs the heart

Where novelty blooms, its dawn is dreamlike.

It's hard to capture the mood I carry,

Watching Cupid, imposing, impressive.

Perched on the windowsill, with gold arrows,

He brings blessings with quiet mastery.

His size, his wings, each detail shines so keen,

A triumph of beauty, a blithe relief.

Bringing You unto Isis

Those unpleasant moments that have sorely
Been turned for me to try fate, are bitter.

As we walk towards the tree, I'd wish to
Wet my lips on yours, that I take at times.

O if I had to admire you speaking
From far away, I would fall and die soon.
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We can bring ourselves unto our splendid
Goddess, who nurtured our love, vast and swell
We count the days, like the spokes spinning on

A moving wagon, going on the street
If you said you would think of me someday,
I'd consider approaching you at night.

My Girlfriend and My Life

I much knew my life from blackness and poverty
It took me to an Indian spider witch lady.

All the trying hardship of Noyaoyotl,
Mama Saṅgharṣaḥ in a modest wooden house—

It was helpful to act sensibly and friendly,
Holding hands with Nocihuatl in a crisscrossed
Recess, her mesmerizing, dark eyes charming me.

The children play by the river with a dumb guey
A snake coils around a scorpion by the woods

Unless she goes to a swing at a spot to bathe,
And I was left with less money to throw away.

On That Lovely Night

How should I dress that lovely night—
And although I have an outing
With my dear sweetheart,

Who makes me dream of
More moments with her—
Should I wear a dress shirt, or

Something more impressive instead?
I would do it and feel a bit
Much more confident.

I think that I could
Do this on that night
I should wear this the next time.
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What should I buy her as a lovely gift?
I think I can buy her a tame horse, yes;
But the cart is more splendid and playful
In case she thought that she was not pretty,

I would tell her this: She verily is
I may notice her deliberateness
I think I should buy the most feathered hen
That I can get for her under the stars.

I Had to See You So I'd Feel Well

I had to see you today, so I'd feel well
I could go to your home in that city
The old place that is yours reminds me of times
This is where we met, by the candy store
The place where we had our first of dates at the
Chicken restaurant makes me happier.

I still thought of the place where the
Quiet land was wide and looming
Yet, at the restaurant where I knew you much better,
I think that you changed me, wanted to accomplish more.

I wanted to buy a wagon for us and
Our children, but nothing would be too much;
Make a meal from a pot then, so I might say
Back at the chicken place I saw your trail
It was then, I took you by your wrist quickly
And set you aside to be one with me.

My friend said I was mistaken,
That there was no way you could be
Mine, and I told her she was mine from that moment on.

The Glimmer of Isis

Your Majesty, I need to get more
Responsible and wiser to plan
Better, but I have been sleeping well
My queen, does my girlfriend get me too?
Madame, why do I worry so much?

I have not seen my girlfriend since long,
But my house is in good repair now
I think I should eat chicken and rice
My queen, I could just be more careful
I'm virtuous by Your Majesty.

I have saved all my money for a
Pack of mules because now money is
Getting so much harder to earn, ma'am
I've experienced much more freedom
My stomach is full—I feel stronger.

My girlfriend sees only me, it's true
I am at peace now, the war stirring
In my bowed heart finally subdued
I have a gold ring, and its glimmer
Sings of you sharply, bold and sultry.

A Crown of Stolen Glances

My queen, can I present myself to
The multitudes with you by my side?
Can I get all to listen to me?
Nobody else would mean more to me
Madam, I feel more restless for now.

Isis, dear madam, tell me, how can
I now attain immortality?
I can recite the written verses
From a gray tablet or a long scroll
How hard is the trouble fetching next?

If all of the people want to know,
You get the versed knowledge that I have
You love me and are still more knowing
You shine a keen light on all that looks
Dark, hidden, and forgotten also.

I should behold you, my queen, from the
Morning 'til the nighttime and over
Again, next to me, so I put my
Hand on your dominion above all,
Over the breaking clouds showing light.

The Prescence of Angels

It is so very

Unsurpassable

When one misses her

Love for a long time

Anything else does

Not matter to them.

Every decision

Leads past that point in

Her life, but it is

Inspiring at

Last when people wish

On to a star to

Hope beyond their own

Known boundaries of

Belief, and they know

It is possible

If they are right, they

Know God is with them

It is the very

Prescence of angels.

Come Here to the Bright Houses

Come here to me, dear darling,
Around to the bright houses
Where the dull light at sunset
Shows on the ground, and the snake
Crawls down to the supple stream.

Until you get here, by the
Time that the stars are set in
The sky and presented to
You, offered as a sight for
Me to tame you, lucky, couth,

Unapproachable woman,
I will be here every day,
Where the stars sparkle, my heart
Did I say that I love you?
Well, now you know that it's so.

My Heart Never Ceases

The splendor of my heart
Is larger than the seas
I've known you since I was little
I'd go back to the
Memories of my Youth.

You have reached out to me
I would not avoid you
You would follow me to my house
I'd catch you on time
Your feathers will glisten.

You would enter my room
The splendor of my heart,
You don't stop for a breath of air
Your hands work wonders
Which brings Isis success!

A Place by the Stream

I wait for the day
To be together,
Show ourselves to crowds—
In the plaza or
Strolling through the stores.

We'd watch the pleasant
Movies and enjoy
Our time together.

The way you ignored
My appeal strikes me
Like three sharp arrows.

I can go to my
Land to wait for you
By the stream and think
Of you constantly.

In Shared Moments

My lady sat in front of her house in
An elegant, white dress, and she made me
A solemn promise to care about me
She gave me the desires to drink from the
Honey nectar that brought her to me there.

She thought of me from then, happy and well
How much she looked forward to meeting me
When we went to the lively festival,
We spent an exciting night together
She went to the church on the next morning.

She was honest, spirited, and faithful,
So I was as the samaras to the
Maple trees, floating ever gracefully
To your domain and I watched and saw that
You were intent on my wishes, my dear.