Short Tribal Poems
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How much longer
Language vs world
Culture vs world
Economic vs world
Appearance vs world
Religion vs world
How much longer
a tribal totem
power animals honored
cherished spirit guides
bear and little moose
pintail duck deer cardinal
heartfelt ancestry
Threats of blood baths easily roil
Cult members whose sentiments boil
Devotees tribal
Shall get D.T.’s bible
Soiled with drizzles of snake oil
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a 'ho',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a who',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
There was an old tranny named Joe
who dressed as a nun and a ho',
both sides of the Bible,
both sacred and tribal,
he didn't know which way to go!
Swirly twirly,
Floating around,
Can't hear a single sound.
Swirly twirly,
Dancing along,
Listening to a tribal song.
Swirly twirly,
Bouncing away,
I will come back another day.
Matching like-minded zones
Multiple kindred cones
Myriad tribal bones
Misplaced grammar atones
Marriage of stars and stones
Mosaic blended tones
Merry musical thrones
10/26/20
sixties tribal group
grew their Hair rock musical~
charmingly naïve
tribal echoes reach hypnotic. simple
Expressions
the train leaves the Subway
peaceful stranger
comfort my head.
little flower whisper
fairy with attitude
apache born
recruiting braves in their sleep
rejuvenating their ideas of bravery
giving them directions
as fierce as any tribal chief
little flower whisper
Tattooed
Human canvas
Body art
Permanently
Displayed
Symbolic
Messaging
In color
Proud history
Tribal ancestry
Marked
For life
For good
Worn with pride
True to self
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
There is
nothing wrong
when people
pray to
the sun or
pray to
the stars
for sustenance
tribal superstition nor
mere speculation
it is all
crafted and
connected
through the
hands of God
Indeed, all of it
The strike was very swift.
Yet they gave us a priceless gift.
But the bone of contention was still there.
The elders called all concerned to be here.
Behold the other tribal chiefs were still discussing
the rift.
Scot and Gael
Pict and Brit
Even Cymru
Thrive in grit
No Back up
Not a bit
‘tis Celtic
Stubborn
Writ.
Fired in adversity
Tempered in
Ice cool
Deliberation
Honed in
Tribal
Code
One with
Earth Mother
Ever on call
Once jailed and bailed
Virtually mental saw scaled
Angry aggressive and hyper
The crotalinae hypnotic striker
Cold blooded terrestrial Sanseki
Whitish echis carinatus sochureki...
Life is a game with snakes on every level..
Coal-smoke on summer air –
the leather apron’d smith,
a donkey to be shod –
what tribal memory burned,
forged into DNA?
Forged into DNA
by forebears of hammer
and tongs – there’s nothing like
metal against metal
to give meter to song.
Lovers have seen such eyes,
a stunning beauty escaping
from a tribal world of passionate
appetite.
promises have fallen upon your ears
as you have been held.
can my words compare?
I spare not even my soul
to catch your tears.
Oh what a nation
A den of fools
A tribal cage
A religious hell
The dead conscience
The bewitched minds
The colonized culture
The enslaved souls
Oh what a nation
Africa my poor nation
A land of disunity
Void of humanity
Tribal beings
we fight fierce wars
death to all adversaries
then appears a microbe
a virus
to happily kill us all
humanity bands together
we fight back
with screams and shouts
how dare you kill us
only we can do that
AFRICA 2
Adoration of sunlit bold high plains
Frozen herds torn from creation’s page
Rocking tribal fears—who’s got the reins?
Innocents are hurt while tempers rage
Call for voices high and voices strong
Africans say hide when things go wrong
Imageries of tribal stench
Streets stretched in stray bullets
Carcasses charred in church
Women slit in the dark
A conglomerate of conference table
Littered with coffee and curfew
Monkeys mourning
Centre crawling
Sentiments sighing
Jos, a shadow.
Form:
A tribal kill;
after a blood sucking
ritual.
Do you have a problem ?
*
Hovering wasps
will land at will, on
tardy syntax
and misspelt masks.
*
The clouds
have wit and intelligence.
Will drop rains
on venoms.
Satish Verma
somewhere underneath
the silence of a damaged
love...
chains broken
truth spoken
food serenity
house divinity
healing hands
tribal lands
throwing fire
misguided desire
rerouted heart
regenerated start
...and at last we're together again
my little round sleepers
with lots of coats on, mud
huggers with a tribal bottom
perfectly lined up at the
bus stop of spring, soft
under cold loam, a miracle
despite the banality of hidden
numbers; time to drink tea
as I wait in a cooling garden