Poet Horton

The Story of Poet-Two-Dogs

BEST BOTH AWARD TO POET-TWO-DOG

        

Many people throughout the years have seen the nice piece of Native American pottery, pictured above, that was presented to Poet at the 6th Annual Drums Along The Trail Powwow that was held in October of 2000. He won this “Best Booth Award” for his “Overall display of True Native Americana” which he was very proud and excited to receive. He attended …many powwows and always had a blast, made good money, met the most wonderful people and came home a completely satisfied human being, in numerous ways. Anyway on this piece of pottery there was a card, which is what pictured here stating the information about the award and as you can see they have his name as “Poet Two-Dogs”
Now Poet loving to tell a good story was always please to explain to anyone that would actually look and read the card why they called him Poet Two-Dogs. Poet loved to tell a “good joke” and what he loved even more was to tell a joke or a story that would get a rise out of you. So he proceeded to tell this joke to a group of people around the campfire that were eating, drinking and making merry, mainly composed of Native Americans. They all thought it was the funniest joke ever so they incorporated their new favorite joke into his name and the rest is history, as they say.
After Poet passed many people have asked me, including his own daughters, what the joke was that was such a hit that night and I have not been able to remember it to save my soul. The only part I could remember was the punch line! So tonight I took a chance and Googled “Two Dogs joke” and BAM there it was right there in black and white. So after showing it to Charli Rose so she will quite asking me if I’ve remembered the joke yet, I decided to post it here so that other people that have asked me can finally get their answer. I’m sorry if it is a bit crude for some of you, but if you knew Poet at all you would know that this is pretty lame in comparision to what would normally come out of his mouth and you would also know that he really didn’t give a flying fuck if you were offended!

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The young Indian boy had spent most of his life in a quandry… He felt different yet… couldn’t figure why… he was just so depressed. He went to the Chief for answers… He asked the chief how his brother Red Deer Running had gotten his name…

The chief answered in his typically poetic way…”When Red Deer Running was born, at the moment of his birth, the first thing his mother saw was a beautiful deer running off into the forest… and so Running Deer was named. It is the custom of our tribe to name the offspring according to the spirits in nature visiting upon the birth.”

Then, the boy said to the Chief… And how did my sister “Thundering Bird” get her name? The chief described again, how at the moment of her birth Thundering Bird’s mother had heard a roar of thunder and looking up, saw a bird flying in the sky…

The boy asked again, how his cousin “White Crouching Bear” had been given such a name… And the chief, looking down once more at the boy, explaining the traditions of their tribe…. White Bear’s mother had seen a rare white bear crouched over a stream at the moment her baby’s birth. Then he asked the boy…

“Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?

Where Are You?

You were not ever supposed to leave me Poet. Where have you gone and why didn’t you take me along for the ride right beside you? I miss you so much, I can’t do this myself. Please look down on us and help me make it through the day before I lose my fucking mind………………………………………..

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Poet I have met a man his name is Johney. He lives and works in North Carolina. I think you would like him and approve of him. He is a good guy, a scooter tramp from the old school, much like yourself. He thinks the world of me, Charli Rose and Macina Lyn as well and has all of our best interests at heart. This isn’t something that I’d ever thought I’d have to do in my lifetime. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone else in this world for me, it was always only you and you alone my love. But life isn’t made to be spent alone and I’m tired of being alone. I’m lucky in that I have a large family and a lot of friends that are there for me, but it just isn’t the same as having some one to share your love and life with.

I miss you so very much. Every day is a living hell without you. If it wasn’t for our two daughters that you left behind I would have taken my life that night, in order to go along with you on the next journey that we are all suppossed to go on after this life time here on earth. We now have a grand daughter, she was born on December 23, 2009. Her name is Feori Nichole Dunn, a real beauty, you would just adore her. I can see you holding her, tossing her into the air, feeding her and taking care of her the way a doting grandfather should.

Macina, Charli Rose and I took the grand baby down to your parents house the other week. I’m embarrassed to say that it was the first time that have seen your folks since you left us. It was a hard visit, but a heart felt one and one that was long over due and I’m glad that we finally gathered our courage up and made the trip.

I always knew that your brothers all look so much alike, but it really took my breathe away when I saw your brother Dickie, I thought that I was going to lose it, but the girls gave me the strength that was needed to keep it all together. God I miss you terribly baby and I’m sorry that we took so long to go down and visit them, but know that we will make sure that we go down more often in the future.

 This is very difficult for me, the guilt trips are horrible and I’m hoping that I’m doing the right thing. I’m trying hard to keep it together, not for me but for our girls and for your memory Poet.

My Immortal

I remember the first time I heard this song, I instantly fell in love with it. Each time I heard it on the radio I would sing along, full of emotion with tears falling down my face. I just knew that I would be singing this song one day, living the song as well.

Poet after you passed from this earth I couldn’t listen to music, it just hurt too damn much, but numerous songs were burried deep down that just needed to be released. When I was ready to listen to music, much to my dismay I couldn’t remember the name of this song or any of the words to look it up on the computer. Here it is almost 1 1/2 years later and I finally heard the song on the radio. I couldn’t wait to get home and find the video on You Tube in order to listen to it over and over until I’d had my fill and I did just that. Charli heard me listening to it and asked what the name of the song was, telling me that she loved the song as well, isn’t that something baby. You’d be so proud of her, I hope you are watching over her and I, we miss you so much.

Just Another Day Without You

Grand Babies

Poet, my love, tonight or tomorrow you and I will become grandparents. Macina and Doug are bringing into the world the next generation of the Hortons and the Manvells and unfortunately the Dunns. I fear for our grand daughter and I wish that you were here with me to bring this new baby into this screwed up world. Her name will be Feori Nichole Dunn and I’m sure she will a most beautiful child and I can’t wait to meet her.

You can be assured that I will be telling her many stories about her grandfather and I will do my best to be the best grandparent that I can manage to be, God willing!

Cadance Memories

Poet you used to sing different cadance songs to me. How I used to enjoy listening to those. What a turn on those were. You’ll always be my soldier boy.

Popeye

Those Were The Days