Showing posts with label Comanche. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comanche. Show all posts

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Dancing Bright Star Evaded the Lightning Strikes

Love is Fast as an Arrow---Sometimes

A terrified Comanche Maiden traveled fast
in the night,

As thunder roared and snarled----gave warnings 
of a lightning strike.

Her horse whinnied in fear,
The molten heat was very near.

Her long black hair whipping in the torrid breeze,
Black eyes hoping she’d never see him, again--
she prayed—Oh Please!

The storm was coming fast and sure,
The heat of the night was too much
to endure.

Heavy drops of rain fell in rapid force,
Big icy drops plummeted upon the
maiden and her white horse.

Savage Hawk was the Evil Spirit
of all time,
He killed her father--- yes, he committed
that crime.

To claim her as his possession,
He roared with madness –instead
of a confession.

Dancing Bright Star raced on into the
stormy night,
She shivered with cold, as well as fright.



Evil she felt may be far---or a short
time away,
She kept on pushing her horse, until
darkness----turned to day.

A lightning flash showed her a cave
through the pines on a hill,
Her horse needed water—and
she needed her fill.

Slowing----- to the water she led Snowflake,
Stealthfully----- she led her horse through
the shallow lake.

Then into the hidden cave they fled,
She was a strong maiden —it had
been said.

High on a grassy hill---sat a tired cowboy
on his horse----not wanting to roam,
Weary from a day of riding on his range,
his only interest was going home.

Was he curious, yes, to say the least?
But all he wanted was to take his tired
body home for a feast.

But the lovely maiden had captured
his attention,
Her beauty mesmerized him like an
unknown force—maybe she was like ascension?

He could almost swear she was a rising star,
Who had fallen to earth from afar?

With a closer look still, panic was painted
on her face,
He had to help her ---it seemed to be his place.

His Morgan Chestnut was spirited and fast,
Could arrive in a hurry---and would never be last.

The rugged good-looking cowboy pulled his hat
down and rode,
His Morgan barely left tracks —he was in a flying mode.

Behind him he felt someone coming closer,
and closer for the kill,

But his horse was way ahead-----and in minutes t
he cowboy and horse stood on the hill.

From the shadows behind the cowboy----
a tomahawk whizzed by his head,
As Dancing Bright Star’s arrow went
through Savage Hawk’s heart—--he was dead.

Now this story is not mine to finish,
Nor, will time diminish.

The love story of the cowboy and
Dancing Bright Star,
Is still told around the campfires at night,
It is weaved with the silver of the mornings light,

And wrapped with the gold from an Angel wing.
And it is said one can hear the Angels softly sing.

A perfect gift------ is this emotion called love,
Always known and shared with the Angels up above.

Enfolded so gently a couple’s hearts with love,
However--- the long wait for the gift of a baby from above.

No matter if she did not had the labor pain,
Adoption is a chosen love once again.

The priceless bundle of love wrapped in pink or blue,

Never did the parents know before or get the clue.

That little fingers grasped one heart and holds on tight,
Forever and a day babies hold----with all their might.

One’s heart was not prepared for such joy,
Be it a little dainty girl or a strong little boy.

But the gift of a life time was given here,
Parents, Grandparents all will give a cheer.

When love is covered in a warm baby quilt,

We learn this is how the home of love is built.

© BEPH 2015 All Rights Reserved

PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this article and if it is seen anywhere else on

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Friday, April 10, 2015

Comanche Cowboy Lover


The white foam peaked and danced, as the rampant

river barreled through the pass,

She rode her black stallion Diamond, by the water’s

edge, to meet her comanche cowboy---she was his sweet lass.

Stealthfully, she rode in the twilight, as the scary

shadows leaped and fell across her face,

Her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation of who was

waiting at their secret place.

She had known him all her life; as he owned the ranch 
next to her Dad,

But their situation was appallingly sad,

 

Because he was a Comanche, and she was a paleface,

And their old fashion parents did not believe in mixing
their race.


But love knew no color, race, religion or creed,

Why were people so out of touch, they knew nothing of their need.


She smelled the smoke from the campfire, before she saw the light,

And then she was there in their place, and it felt so truly right.


His dark eyes never leaving her face, as he walked toward her horse,

His strong hands surrounded her tiny waist and lifted her slowly, and
stood her before him---very gently of course.


His black eyes sparkled in the moonlight, as it streamed upon them
standing in their secret place,

His strong muscular arms gently pulled her near, and his strong fingers
untied her hat’s lace.


Her long blonde hair fell in curls down her back, past her waist, then his
fingers lovingly combed through her silky hair,

Her need was growing stronger, as her eyes made love to his face, without
a care.


Her thirsty lips wanted the sweet nectar from his passionate kiss,

hurry she thought—it is your duty,

But yet he lingered, as his eyes dined on her beauty.


Skillfully, his hands softly held her hot face, as he slowly lowered

his craving mouth to seize her swollen quivering lips---- to make

them part,

She almost fainted as their passionate kiss climbed the summit

of her heart,


Their love soared into orbit, up through the stars that glimmered

over his ancestors, and all the great Comanche Chiefs,

Their stolen moments together were all they could steal,

it wasn’t fair, the hurt was unreal, and they felt so much grief.


But their love could go no further, until they were wed,

He would not shame her name, he had rather be dead.


Her tears flowed--- making inroads down her warm cheeks,

--- as her eyes begged him not to make her leave,

He turned his back on her, after he put her on Diamond’s back,

because his eyes glistened in the shadows, and she should go,

so he could grieve.


Eons later, two half white and half Comanche children were walking

through their parent's ranch and found a tree,

Where someone had carved the words—Comanche Love Never Dies—

it lives within me.


They looked at each other and smiled, because they knew their

Papa wrote this for their Mother,

Because he always said there would be no other.

His Comanche Love was still strong and alive for his paleface wife,

They had proof of this as they added children to their life.


Love knows no color, no race, no country, no time and space,

He still felt his 80 year old heart race, when he saw her sweet face.


Her blond hair shimmered with streaks of white,

As the moonlight dance and flickered through their trees at night.


Upon their horses they still rode, slowly now without a prance,

Their grandchildren slowly following behind on horses that wanted

to dance.


His black hair was mostly white,

But she still came to him every night.


Her hand she placed lovely on his face,

This was their time and their place.


When from this earth they would one day depart,

This Comanche Lover and his Paleface wife would

never be apart.

© BEPH 2015 All Rights Reserved

 PurvisBobbi44 is the sole author of this article and if it is seen anywhere else on the

Internet or in print it was taken without my consent and is strictly prohibited.
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