Best Tribe Poems
He emerged from gold lands, far and near,
only skin and bones, and windswept loam.
He forged through thistles, confusion and fear,
wore a river on his back, and a cloak of home
draped over his shoulders, into worlds unknown
Tears ran rivulets on the white man's ground
drenched with forgiveness, from a crying sun,....
and the eyes of a Yahi...from a tribe,..... since gone
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For Deb's Contest: "8 Lines, Any kind"
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I lost my whole family
So I took in a neighbor
I have paid, sold, washed, shopped, cleaned, and done for this neighbor more than anyone in his life has
His own children won't call him,
but I do
His ex wife is dating his old friend
I continue to encourage him
He is lost in the meta verse
One day he'll tell people about me like he tells me about others
All of the good people he Met in life are all memories now
and I reminded him one day you'll explain how you had a beautiful person who BEGGED to be your sister.
Showed you more love than your own kids
but because she is a BLACK WOMAN
she means nothing- you'll never call her your sister
you will never protect her like family.
You will remember her for cursing when she's mad
No matter how much she does you will never protect her from men'
because our men are so scared and weak in character.
I deserve better and will never beg to be anyone's family again.
Invaded by the tribe
The old station wagon
Pulls to halt in my driveway.
The five children fall out
of its rusted doors
shouting and laughing.
She turns off the noisy engine.
Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat.
Her five hours of driving
In a bedlam of her children’s noise.
Looking so slight and frail.
My heart melts again.
I enfold her in my arms
And whisper thanks for coming.
Even though I have moaned
About her children’s disruptions.
The extra work cooking
And entertaining.
I look into my sisters face
And whisper I love you Sis.
You are always welcome
In my house.
And in my heart
Thunder strikes only but once
Trust is like virginity it is lost only but once
But how do you forgive
When a human is not trusted
When Rwanda is a story by itself
How do you slash fellow humans?
‘’See those skeletons well arranged in shelves’’
“This is a family; those are the bones of the children”
Reason is we were born of another tribe
Our blood is not theirs, they are not our people
So kill them all, let blood flow, slaughter
Politics for blood, so sad stories to tell
How do we trust our own?
Called in a church for refuge only to be roasted to death
“Burn the whole church” ‘’slash them all’’.
We lost it humans, we lost it
I remain human, I am not an African
I am not black I am no white- American
I am no Indian; I am blood and bones, Human
Break not my bones; spill not my blood fellow human
We all belong; we are one in creation and origin
The soil we came from, soil we go back
See we are same here, I am no Luo see
Just human, head shoulder, knees and toes, like any other human.
Before the white wash we were with us
The white butterflies came and gave a language
We defined tribalism using the white ink
We lost our own link
We were given stereotype-boundaries to divide us
We had a happy introduction, we never anticipated any tragedy
We killed our own, we orphaned and widowed
Raped and maimed, Robbed of what is human in us.
Refreshing, rebuilding, recharging, Reconnect, Wake up!
Reconstruct the genetic make up, Human
Remember always I am you, you are me and we one.
No tribe, No white, No African, No black, just human
I am not made up of stereotypes
I am born by blood built by bones
Just like you I cry and laugh, I feel, I feel pain.
I am Human not a tribe
Adam, take the dust and
blow into tomorrow's winter world
the intruding consciousness
is evolving, embroiling a vainity of values,
who are we now, why this
language of redemption ?
the truth hurts once we
were exhiled from God's perfect garden,
the roads behind are
cold and alone, its you and me against the wind,
Adam, how will we survive
the hail, and 40 days of raging rain ?
In every emerging
evening I see a new face when I close my eyes
my intuitions are crystal
clear, Adam
I can feel the needing
agony of anticipation from my womb,
these shoes are worn out
from this journey, lets build
I will praise the
callouses of your hands once the walls reach heaven,
lets ride, make new
native noise, simply splashing love
lets harvest the future
drink from the wealth of cheap wine,
making choices knowing right - to wrong
Now that we are free, we
can enjoy the goodness before it fades,
the voices inside are
called, they can befit the beast
God intended us to be angels, alienating us away
lets grow upward,
testing the sound of silence, I want to eliminate the echoes,
with the sounds of laughter and tears,
I'm willing to take a greater
risk of falling,
hurry Adam, put a child
in my arms, and soothe the agony of absence,
its time to grow and generate
the human race,
this is my new chapter, unfolding
the Continuing Saga
By Poet - Eve
Eve, this land is already populated,
peopled by persons who seem like us,
although diffetent too, like seasons in soul,
divergent in their dreams for dynasty,
they have dialects from a depth of Dawn
that awoke long before we arrived to thrive here,
customs peculiar as shapes to stones,
Father never spoke of these klans
who strive to survive outside the mercy of His gaurded garden,
competitive as clouds in a shrunken sky,
I met a merchant, a servant to trade,
he told of banners and blood, laws and legacies
cultures savage and cities of crime,
gleamed from telling stories of wealth and wonder,
said they worship their Gods more ways than gold folds,
consider what we have encountered Luv,
will our children slay or be slain, war or work
love or get lost in conquest,
you, as a Woman of God's glorious gambit
have a harvest of futurity's face in the balance,
will you deliver the destiny of our union into this drama...
By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.
A tribe of black swan
Does an ethnic dance in cool
Water, unmindful…
My future captures my imagination
as my past succumbs to memory.
I imagine winning this economic game
by competing with everyone
and continuing to win unsurpassed
to finally arrive at my goal
alone
no one else anywhere near my self-inflicted finish line,
behind locked doors within my own keyed-up competing mind.
Each day invites my reincarnation
of yesterday and each day before.
Each year reincarnates the prior year,
but now a year older,
and seen from diverse nuance perspectives.
Each life reincarnates prior DNA unfolding lives before,
but now a generation older,
seen from diverse sensory systems across species,
cultures,
languages,
degenerating and regenerating
decomposing and re-integrating.
Each new millennial generation invites resolving reincarnation,
as this trans-generation completes our global energy sharing network,
learning together how we each cooperate our hope for Earth,
for our children, and theirs, and theirs...
for ourselves,
regenerating this Common culture sensed and woven together
more synergetically than possible
on any pre-millennial Earth
Time gravitates toward my future images
and past rememberings
of co-arising confluent discernment,
as Earth's time flows backward
in personal memory
and orthodox
Primal ReGenerative
Original Intent and Designing
Tao Codex.
Universal Uniting Intelligence
rediscovering ourselves
within Earth's ribonucleic elliptical mirror.
Permacultured stories tell of time and place
when and where and why metaphysics and math
were children of polyculture-rooted spirit/breath
development and design,
poetry and scientific revolutions,
dynamic open system ecological evolution,
self- and other-regenerative economies,
self-reiterating bicameral identities,
and seasonal changes,
and day's light warming
over night's dark-dream warnings
of cognitive dissonance emerging
by suboptimizing speciating integrity
of ego within all-embracing supereco
of Left deductive logic and Right inductive analogic
of yang-1 with yin-0
regenerations past still unfolding in generating future
within this Presence gifting now.
I know I belong to a group
That group is humanity group
And there every human being is
All humans are one by race
And by tribe or ethnicity
That race and tribe is humanity
Other animals have their group
Cattle tribe, Cat tribe, Fowl tribe
And there are many of these races
Do not call me Black or White
No one is superior or inferior
For all are in humanity group
Equal, one, in unity, mutual
That is where I gladly belong
What about you my dear!
Tribe
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The greatest hallmark of my sacred tribe
Is one of profound pride and an irresistible strength
To overcome any obstacle
Descended of Shoshone, Choctaw, and the motherland
From across the Atlantean ocean
Genealogy reveals a touch of Mediterranean and French
One glance speaks volumes a most favorable blend of DNA
Revered by the wise and despised openly by the jealous and weak
Regardless, those of this breed stand tall and proud each day
The mantles they wear and have worn are many and varied of
Value and meaning to scores protectors, teachers, sensei, and sage
The small minded man things seek to discredit and taunt
What they could never hope to be or understand
Refusing the gift of transcending evolution
I'm so blessed, just as you but I must not linger in the filth of anger
And self consuming hatred
I offer you a smile and a gift, forgiveness of the sin perhaps that
Of your progenitors
A simple yet defining word, ignorance
No delusions of greatness just a charge to keep
Spoken to me mere moments ago by an angel in the flesh
If I so choose at last I am truly worthy
So come with me now the past is a memory
Promise of a better future is yours within this tribe.
Where there is strength
you will find unity.
Let there be no more division.
May the grandfather spirits
place forgiveness in your hearts, and soften them
while pride moves out of the way.
May the blood you share become strong
and never again be poisoned by
un forgiveness and hate.
Can't you hear the songs
the warrior spirits are singing
about lost battles, broken families
and battle scars?
May their cries ring in your ears
reminding you
some warriors never come home
from their battles.
May the rains come down
on both of you and
wash away the war paint,
so you may recognize each other.
May the skies above thunder
as grandfather spirits dance
a dance of remembrance.
May your paths cross again
and the winds join together
what has long been separated.
May spirits of wisdom guide
both of you toward your destiny.
And may father time heal
all wounds.
From a tribe called quest;
where we will never give up.
From a nation called hope ;
where we will never stop struggling.
From a region called Ifriqiya;
where the sun never stops shinning.
Part of a race called black;
where they striped our identity.
From a time in history;
where my race is ridiculed and look down upon as low class people.
In a new world;
where they continue push the fate of my people into despair.
In an ever changing generation;
where famine poverty and plaques are still rampant in my nation
On a diverse continent;
where they altered our history and fabricated wars.
Am part of a people;
whose distant cousins continue to suffer in all forms of racial abuses
On a planet where my people are ridiculed scorned and are the most poverty stricken.
From an era;
where some still view our sable race with scornful eyes.
Living in a country; under the pressure to embrace robbery decked out as free trade.
Threading on a territory ;
where people are separated by invisible boundaries but united in dreams…
On a land in which our history did not begin in chains and it will not end in chains.
You know,My race is like a rubber ball ;
The harder you dash it to the ground, the higher it will rise.
A Tribe of Trolls
A tribe of trolls escaped their cage!
Now rabid wrath and rancor rage.
Hurling hurt from hidden hellholes
(most notably, their toilet bowls),
they flush their filth across your page …
Anonymity sets the stage
for word-“warriors” who rampage
as today’s internet unrolls
a tribe of trolls …
Let’s hail the stone-age cyber sage,
“bravely” mounting his mouse to wage
invectives with the screens he scrolls.
Unmask their names! Expose the trolls!
Let public shaming disengage
a tribe of trolls.
E. V. Wyler
Before the black man's turmoil was his foster
And race amongst them was an imposter too
No wonder I grew to watch from a black and
White television set... from infancy to juvenile
Ages had past, each day break Ma got rinsed
Busking became a hobby... Never was I eager
To question the brother's ill treat, I grew too,
To acknowledge his inflictions and incursions
Now that I had proudly waved the colonial fleet
As the show got clear and clearer, letting off
By-gones be by-gones another race was being
Bred... Blackism rose. Brothers upon brothers.
The spirit of Madhibha never sort Xenophobia
Zulu ramps BaShona, Mfecane of the 21st century
Africa now a war zone tribe against tribe awry...
Nehanda was this your plight Ma? Clues I thirsty for.
Im staying in the circle of safe women at work.
Staying true to my comrades who've be railroaded by jerks.
There's a trail of tears and pain mingled in our ranks.
We are teaching each other networking,
for our survival and gain.
This tribe of our woman have so many strengths.
By sharing our stories through tears laughter and angst.
The individual will to break free, this community makes.
These weapons of our warfare these jerks can never take.
The power in this tribe no weakling will ever break.
We are doing this for ourselves and the next generations sake.