Long Tribe Poems
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Man is a beast where violence sums,
Prey knows that feast in rude outcomes.
There is a line where twin sides meet,
War works out fine as victor greets.
Such petty things as conflicts can
Start violent flings that confront trends.
Each war game scene confronts the tribe,
Thoughts once unseen can fire free ride.
No matter how the ties now bind,
Accept right now a caustic find.
Each tribe must know the enemy,
For petty show sets fiasco free.
To treasure peace, prepare for war,
Honour true ease and stand the thaw.
Be not a pawn when danger lurks,
Evil can spawn a violent jerk.
Too soon the bad attack your shores,
Know clash of sad when bullies pour.
Be without fear when dread comes near,
Seed defense clear where intent steers.
Each scenario shows risk and loss,
Convince the duo that pain wins toss.
Dare to speak sense in warring states,
Just breach the tense beyond mere fate.
Too late the sounds that echo ills,
Just stand your ground as war reveals.
Train your self well to rise and fight,
Let purpose dwell to do what's right.
Leon Enriquez
04 March 2015
Singapore
this i dedicate to all preaching tribalism and any vice that can cause bloodshed
I do not understand, why you weep,
Where is the lost courage my brother?
Who has stolen confidence from you?
For what reason do you run yielding revenge?
Is blood not thicker than water my brother?
Seek and you will find, but do not act before thinking,
The human nature is this evil; it loves violence and war,
But that does not define you, you define yourself,
Peace is variable than wealth so is love
Why hate your friend, when celebrating another man`s victory and dream in power,
Why envy your tribe yet the battle is long gone,
Who are you fighting and why is the cause of war,
Is peace not the only coin that love bleeds as pocket friendly advice of time?
See the genocide in the middle and learn from the North,
What have they achieved my brother,
The ground is drunk yet you want to spill more blood,
Time has come and the war is long gone
Why fight for freedom yet you are free
Is feeding your family not your responsibility my brother,
Why neglect your duties in the name of ethnicity
Time flies but peace remains written on your forehead
Let germinate LOVE for war is expensive
GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY KENYA
#chui munga the poet
#made from Africa
2007
"And these are their names (of the Heads of the 12 Tribes):
To the tribe of Reuven -- Shamu'a, son of Zakur"
--Numbers 13:4
This verse can be understood in a different way:'
These (two) names to the tribe of Reuven (say):
~ Shamu'a, the son, and his father, Zakur.
When a Jew is called up to the Torah* Here, 'Public Bible reading'
First his name is announced and then more
He's called up in his father's name to the Torah*
~ In the name of the teacher who taught him
--his first moreh** *moreh = teacher
So too, when the Heads of the Tribes went up to the Land*** ***Israel
Two names were called up from the desert sand
The name of each prince AND that of his father
~ To represent his own ascension and that of him who taught him his Torah
So in synagogue this week pay special attention
To both names of each tribe
~ Not one but TWO mentschen**** **** mentschen = men
Law, English, business, and so on—
alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on
with a prime axiom.
A moldy, college campus where
knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
and confused all around.
Mid-terms and finals I so dread
as the semester wends;
the pressure's on me to study
as my freshmen year ends.
School's oppressive this semester,
I'll see my old provost
and leave 'ere I rot and fester
to try a better post.
William & Mary's M.B.A.'s
are just worthless BS
(degrees from the home of “The Tribe,”
dross that just obsolesce).
I'll trill as “The Lithium-Laced Lyrist”—
as rhymes are my forté,
not tomes or stuffy scholastics:
for poesy's my métier!
This was inspired by "March of the Penguins" & also something I saw in another nature video suggesting that things are not always the norm even in nature.
Pierre, the sad ***** penguin,
tries to understand
why the one he chooses for his mate
won’t take his hand.
He sees his tribe all caring
for their eggs, as God had planned
and wishes he were part of it.
He finds it all so grand.
Pierre is led by instinct too
but there alone must stand -
untouched - and ever pondering
in frigid polar land.
By Andrea Dietrich/ For The "Impress me with a small poem II !" Free Poetry Contest
Motif is nature but the underlying motif is philosphical
MindBody notices feelings
EgoMe-EcoWe deign ordain
to listen sacredly inside
And consider speaking up
kindly and calmly outside
about how I feel
+Healthy=InterDependently Wealthy
original earth-tribe design
Is what's left
when you subtract
Lose/Lose mortally diseased,
and/or win/lose uneased,
anxious
stressed in-between
by uncertain climate healthcare
survivalist or thrivalist choice
of health is wealth wellness-voiced conditions.
Heart and lungs feeling
EcoWe intuiting
inviting panentheistic peak sensory experiences
Reminding bicameral mindbody
why MeWe find
deep sacred safety
where we uncover wide polycultural democracy,
compassion,
multicultural
inter-religious gratitude
for EarthDay/Night
Light/Power
Space/Time
SkyYang/RevolvingEarth Yintegrity
OutSide/Inside
Precessive/Repressive [Buckminster Fuller]
Dipolar co-arising
StrongMind/FlowEmBodied
MonoTheistic/PanEntheistic
Universal/Unitarian
1/0 double-binary
co-empathic
Nature/Spirit
nondualistic bilateral
liberally conserving
ego/ecosystemic balancing
bilateral bicameral gifts.
Lockdown (courtesy coronavirus COVID-19)...
Minimally impacts mine secluded lifestyle,
cuz yours truly came into this madcap world
approximately 534714.57958 times after
gnomon cast shadow across flat plate of sundial
ever since being a little boy, I throve while
existence kept me in solitude, thus isolation trial
directly linkedin with pandemic necessitates
sparse human contact, yea analogous to an exile
punishment far removed, quarantined, condemned...
and essentially metaphorically banished necessitating
befriending self as best beastie boy bad company
where madding crowd hashtagged insync existing
within territory hostile currying aversion to socialize
worse fate than being eaten
alive (with one chomp) savored
by token smiling crocodile
absentmindedly pitching
head over heels into... state of denial
after out running a tribe
of 10,000 aboriginal maniacs,
hence out distancing latter only to buzzfeed former
whose absence not noticed, until long in the tooth
(actually between 60 and 72 teeth) said reptile
captured and subsequently dissected (I'll)
spare telling thee gory details
though amazingly well preserved facial profile
comprising fully intact features
exhibiting me eternally frozen cunning guile,
nevertheless greater excitement arose
at similarity between former poetaster
and La Brea Tar Pits fossilized dinosaur kin
especially their respective coat
of armor ironic steely iambic style.
Words come
To sum
Fine hum
Blunt sale
Brief tale
Short gale
Taut lines
Moots fine
Less brine
Tell all
Taste gall
Shape call
Less words
Now heard
Swift bird
Sculpt say
Word play
Brief way
Fond touch
As such
Tells much
Draft core
Just shores
Craft more
Words ripe
Moves tribe
Crisp vibes
Less works
Sure jerk
Brief flirt
Fresh take
Don't fake
Just take
Verse script
Decrypt
Touch tweaks
Prompt tell
Lines dwell
Cast spell
Scarce slot
Lift lots
Word plot
Quick start
Word art
Greets heart
Brief hold
Now sold
Pure gold
Leon Enriquez
19 June 2017
Singapore
I still remember the suit and Doc Martins,
choker full of X’s, and a brand new mantra;
Rebellion was tricky and full of temptation,
doing my own thing alone with a mission;
Peer pressure never really phased me
I was violently loyal to my own ideology;
I’m glad I met that straight edge kid
back in high school;
Finding a tribe that shared my firestorm;
No drugs, no smoking, and no alcohol.
Who knew others were my kind of crazy?
I always thought that I was alone,
‘True til Death’ that lyric will never die,
it became a sort of gospel to live by.
Yes, I was clean when I was in college,
as an adult that lifestyle’s harder to follow;
I’m glad I met that straight edge kid
back in high school;
Now whenever I hit a difficult patch
I don’t entertain any kind of crutch;
Working through it let’s feelings fade
I can handle this just like the next bang;
As time goes by and the world gets heavy?
I stay sober, I’ve been there already.
I’m glad I met that straight edge kid
back in high school.
To be predicted means that you’re the fruition,
Of a rational process, effortful and determined;
We can all predict that someone will soon cure cancer,
And so Jesus was foretold as medicine’s romancer.
The name Jesus Christ means predicted saviour,
And Isaiah 53 verse 5 states that he definitely would be,
Wounded by the government for the people’s freedoms,
But that because of his wounds society would be superior.
Those who were intelligent just before Jesus came,
Felt a wave of change in the medical field,
Where doctors only treated the families of the rich:
The intelligent said that such a wave would equality yield.
When Christ was stressed out, about to be arrested,
He forsook his medical mind and surrendered all to god;
You can see that the god thing is for trials by government,
Or today, trials by society when your stance is not odd.
Upon arrest, the soldiers wanted Jesus of Nazareth,
Not Jesus the son of god, or the Jesus of any divinity tribe,
And Jesus simply replied to them “I am he,” squarely and plainly,
Unlike at his trial, where for speech he had to be bribed.
The allegation was indeed productivity in profession,
His work skill, which came and grew from his family roots;
He got much social power from his healings and exorcisms,
As he had learnt the joinery trade well, had invented new shoots.
Caiaphus asked if he was a king from the miracles he did,
Miracles of course being new methods and techniques,
And he replied to Pilate that god, the church and he himself,
Determine his actions, that their lee-way is his health.
Jesus was popular at church, not amongst the government,
So it was informally considered to be his validator;
The question was whether the people still saw state over church,
For common order to be maintained and not left in the lurch.
He knew he would die for the good he had done in life,
So inaugurated communion to remember his cause:
Loving the weaker, lower ones no matter who they are,
Saying everyone should know that personally in applause.
The Passion of the Christ film 2004 used.