Short Tribe Poems
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We must strive work
Side by side together
As one people, tribe
In harmony n peace
Indivisible under god
& the red, white, blue
in middle school people formed cliques
I did not know about them but felt them for a bit
I have my own tribe now, need no cliques
The hot-pink flamengos
Wine and dine,
At Flamengo Beach,
In the presence of
The hungry baboon tribe
Contemplating their
Turn to eat
Loneliness
Fills more than
Empty rooms
Loneliness
Seeks more than
Random eyes
Loneliness
Aches for its
Missing tribe.
1/23/23
When I get reincarnated
I want to be born into the Tutsi tribe.
Their average height is six feet.
And please God, could I be six foot six?
Unknown
a wooden statue
carved by unknown hands perhaps
an E.T. worshipped
by an ancient native tribe
who witnessed unknown aliens
A native known as, "Prettycock"
Wed quite young and bred a flock
As children wed
The tipis spread
And now their tribe is known as "Squawk"
Man
Creative, Strong
Stretching, Toiling, Striving
Of Adam’s Tribe; Of Eve’s Womb
Establishing, Nurturing, Feeding
Creative, Strong
Woman
Cobalt and copper from the Congo jungle
Light verdant ferns that were antifungal
Watusi tribe lost cobalt in a bungle
Thus, we all left the steamy Congo jungle
Wolf Heart has a noble soul
his tribe reveres him
Apache, Cherokee and Wyandotte fear him
only three see his tender side
his power animals and his wife Eagle feather
Was born in nineteen thirty-five
Holy Gadzooks, and I'm still alive!!!
Some beat their drum
While other succumb
No reason, just a member of the tribe
One good man from North African tribe
Bought for half price a wonderful bride,
Quickly tore off her veil
Saw the features and fail
To fulfil sacred masculine right.
She’s an odd duck,
Weird, crazy, unbelievably strange.
A Pollyanna, a Goody-two-shoes,
I ran toward her,
Praying they were right.
I was ready to welcome her to my tribe.
tiny creature Roger guarded
a white albino squirrel
she had been chased away from the tribe
we took her inside and fed her
she thrived under our tutelage
Rogers’s Squirrel
Medicine Woman resposes at the top of the summit
surveying her village, protecting her tribe
a brave’s job, her mother scolded her
Medicine Woman scoffs, keeping a sharp eye out
.
The Indian Healer gathered willow
Dried medicinal bark like dried tallow
When fever came to the camp
Small dose when with fever damp
Relieves many of tribe from the deathblow
Nah! NAH!
Blahhh! BLAH!
Wouldn't Wanna Be One!
You Know The Drill!
Join In! OR Vacate
The Tribe, Bozo.
I Forget All The Words...
You Know 'Em.
-Gray Squirrel
09-18-2025
He approaches the globe like an open dome,
leaving the comforts and confines of home,
seeking to find each tribe, wherever they roam,
to make the power of Christ's sacrifice known.
9-5-2022
No color
No numbers
No heaven
No hell
No God
No wants
No tense
No sense?
Know presence
Know happiness
20 words 10 lines free verse
Cultural insights from remote Piraha Amazon tribe
Magnolia cow of the gentle Moo Moo tribe
You are living your proof that your sort is sweet.
Your paintings are unique and lovely as a newfound bride,
And your poetry is so marvelous, it is quite a feat!
Pharmacists Gathered in a Tribe
Saw some pharmacists gathered in a tribe;
Had perfect plan a doctor should prescribe;
Contemplated;
Consummated;
Will enliven yourself when you do imbibe.
Jim Horn
All the folks who dwell upon this earth;
All creatures dwelling here with them;
Together, we make all one tribe;
Recycle many times.
Birth, death, decay
Then reborn
The wheel
Turns.
His warriors called him Chief Randy Moose
Since with young maidens he played fast and loose
He was very prolific
His stamina terrific
He enlarged his tribe with many papoose
From the hewer of wood
to the Prince of his tribe
From the drawer of water
to the meticulous scribe
We are all part and parcel
of humankind...
gracing God's cosmos
~ intertwined
“…. It’s a deep thing to find out that you belong somewhere.”
Roots
Dirt
Black
Time
Roots
Drums
Feted
Tribe
Roots
That you belong somewhere, is a deep thing to find out.
Bill Marable 12/15/24
12:20 pm