Short Tribe Poems
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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
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"
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.
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
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
Drifting
on a vast ocean
emerald spangled
calling to celestial plains
of the lost citadel
where forgotten tribes
communed in radiant silence
and telepathed secrets
beyond the mortal prophesies
of sages.
We all
Got angels and demons
On our insides.
And ain't it nice
When the angels get out,
And we does good?
So easier to be proud.
Easier to be humble to.
Those demons, they wreck us;
You know it is true.
Speak to me in my language
S - Serenity is what I seek in my language
O – Oratory unbounded and understood
T – Tone natural and unadulterated
H – Heard beyond words are my emotions
O – Open my door and speak to me in my language
I found my tribe
Who welcomed me
Nursed me, and adored me
Loved my sense of humor
Built me up
Assured me that they would always be around
And they have been
They are
They are my family as I am theirs
I barely remember life without them
And they assure me
They feel the same way about me
From the womb life gushes forth,
in hues of verdigris, red, yellow and blue.
Her children leafy sentinels, two-legged,
four-legged, scaled and winged;
suckle from her abundant breast.
We are each a Gaia-seedling,
though womb waters are safe harbor for some
her essence resides in all within Gaia’s tribe.
She lifts her face
to Brother Sun’s hug;
leaf-hands outstretched
in almost prayerful reception
of his gifts.
The interplay of energies
within Mother Earth’s
body, recharge all life;
Sunflower will birth her
offspring to feed
brothers and sisters
of all species,
with Brother Sun’s
enlightenment.
Don't go through life alone.
You don't have to wander aimlessly.
Find the niche where you belong.
Find your kindred spirits wherever they may be.
They'll understand, accept and welcome you.
You'll no longer feel like a misfit
struggling to make your way against the grain of life.
The world will seem like a better and kinder place.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I'm one of you - the tribe of the lonely - forgetting ourselves in monotony.
Our shelter world is a shifted reflection of reality - we are frozen in time.
I wait, set aside, a marble girl carved by the chisel’s kiss
but I'm real and full of desires that are ready to be used again.
I'm eager to engage should we end this viral scourge.
I want to live a life - I want memories to name.
I'm seemingly safe - but the cost is paradise.
Lonely within-lonely without;
Emptiness darkness-wandering about
Souls of the living ;
Can still be found souls of the giving
The scarceness Profound-
Trusting no one and judging all
In this man=made world
and its man made law-
A restless tribe if ever I saw
Racing to work-working to earn;
Helping no one- failing to learn-
Share not with your brother-
Part not with your pride
When all mountains crumble
leaving no where to hide;
The Roma
I can’t stop thinking of the Roma people
There are many of them in Algarve,
Horse and cart to the annoyance of car drivers.
Horse manure their only pollution.
When a bank goes belly up, you can’t sue them
For misusing your deposit.
When all aeroplanes have stopped flying and
Cars are rusting by the roadside, and there are no donkeys
To plough the fields, the Roma people will continue
Their journey towards the sunset.
Here is my best advice
and maybe the only one I have
because I believe some people need this one
FIND YOUR TRIBE
it may not have been your family of origin
that is okay
Do not feel guilty about that
Do yourself a favor
Do what you love to do
Go where you love to go
Find people with whom you LOVE to hang out!
FIND YOUR TRIBE
they are out there
Waiting for you
Do not feel guilty about it
Go and find them, so you can
relearn how to be you.
Family is not anything
But everything
Family the root
You the offspring
God chosen
To walk side by side
Through all seasons without leaving.
Tribes not a language
Rather your people
With same
Heart and spirit
But different goals
Sharing same dreams
Supporting each other relentlessly
Family and tribe
Never to be traded
Neither be disputed
But to always confide
Abiding without betrayal
Courageously striving and thriving.
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!
Writing is a way to express my feelings
It is considered a healthy way to vent
Until or unless it makes someone uncomfortable
Then you are crazy, or a troll, or a werewolf’s tongue or something
When you are too honest, things can go awry,
haywire, you can land head down, feet first.
Do it anyway
Spill your truth.
Throw it out there onto the page.
Lay it out.
It can help you find your tribe
and also show you who the name-callers are
so you can avoid them
Our beds are often made of a tree,
spiritual creativity we carve for a peaceful sleep .
I once woke up and found a fire at the bottom of me feet;
I looked and watched for a while and thought it were a dream
I jumped up pretty quickly
to a nightmare it did seem;
I Ran to the kitchen looking for a Tin pan
I found me self a ready made filled up
watering can..
I Got to the TV and managed to turn it off;
I began watering me plants
Before the leafs dropped off.
some people retain their natural goodness
from their babyhood days, doing the right thing
these are the thinkers who wait their turn
do not jump in and correct people or overpower other’s thoughts
by interrupting, cajoling, teasing, or being devil’s advocate
I like these people. they are included in my tribe
I know ten of them; they are my posse
they are wholesome and kind
often do not get along with each other
but they all like me
that is what I have to go on
and count on