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Strangest Tribe
It's five below in evidence.
The winded eves and sideways snow.
His eminence has yet to show.
Follow the ageless tide.
Follow the angled light.
Follow the strangest tribe.
I... I... I...
It's 6:00 AM. You're waiting for...
You've had your feast. You're wanting more.
Follow the wayward mile.
Follow the distant high.
Follow the strangest tribe.
I... I... I...
Follow the ancient stripe.
Follow the angels try.
Follow the strangest tribe.
I... I... I...
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Unga Boo Ah
Unga Boo Ah was a little African boy of the Mamba
tribe who loved animals
They listened to him when he talked to them
Unga Boo Ah was friendly with all the animals
But his best animal friend was a lion named Anymalls
One day, Anymalls came to see Unga Boo Ah
To warn him of a coming disaster
Anymalls told Unga that there was an earthquake coming soon
Unga hurried to his village to warn the tribe and tell
them they were to move at once
All the tribe was saved because of the warning by Anymalls
Anymalls and Unga were praised by the tribe and all
the animals
March 6,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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What I did was sit down with the Washington State officials, with the historic preservation people, with the tribe, the local community, the port of Port Angeles, and we worked this thing out, and we protected the tribe's interest.
quote by Norm Dicks
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In a tribal organization, even in time of peace, service to tribe or state predominates over all self seeking; in war, service for the tribe or state becomes supreme, and personal liberty is suspended.
quote by Arthur Keith
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Among His Tribe
He would step out of the night and light a fire among his tribe
Carving from a bear's tooth, he used the flesh to feed the youth
He'd salt it down...
Sails were made from darkened hide, fish were caught in the lowest tide
Thought of war kept him strong, he listened for the battle song
In the night...
And the old would teach the young to heed the word of the master's tongue
A chosen son would take a bride and light the fire among his tribe
And on and on...
song performed by by Ween
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Internally
Inside my body is a blood and gut,
Just wonder why we learn so hard.
Losing wins and winning loses,
Pulling the threads of your clothing.
Bulls and cows shall dwell for ever
In this world, where cattle graze
With peaceful surroundings, innocent.
Justice and the minds mattering to us,
Lull the fighting of the masses.
Clothes are the internal ideas of a
Man who has his essentials, forming
Love and finding hearts to attract.
This massive body learns so faster
Than the smaller tower of life.
Tribe after tribe allows a shop
To feel a woman and man in harmony.
poem by Naveed Akram
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0004 The gifts which gifted on..
This is the story that the tribe,
sitting together crosslegged,
children at their feet,
tell about
the first gift
a man so loved his wife
that one day at that season of the year
when the sun is so low in the sky
that there is fear that it might disappear
and only the wise old men, say
this is the time for hope and prayer
and the sun will return the stronger
and we, the more joyful
this man so loved his wife
that one day he brought home
besides the daily food,
a beautiful thing he found
and gave it to her
because he loved her
and she, overcome by this
new event, kept that
beautiful thing carefully hidden
to remind her of his love
for many years
until one day, because
she loved her son so much that
she in turn gave that beautiful thing
to him
and the moment she handed it
to him, the beautiful thing
shone more brightly than the sun
so bright that he shone too
and the tribe say, they learnt from this
that gifts received are gifts unearned
but come from grace itself; they are not
magic gifts until
you pass them on to someone else
and then you are indeed blest by them
and grace surrounds you as the sun
this is what that tribe say
sitting there crosslegged,
the children at their feet
at this season of the year
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Civilized Onslaught
The dark wood resists the light of progress
Lives there for thousands years an introvert race
Here they are born here lie their sepulcher
A few withdrawn people with a fossil culture!
Needs they have little, a little bit of food
All that they want they get in the wood
What lies beyond they don’t need to find
These folks of a tribe with plain thinking mind!
Those civilized outside thought it otherwise
The poor tribe suffers is what they surmise
‘Rare as they are they are really prized
Let’s groom them to become civilized’!
So long happily away from a farce called mainstream
This intrusion broke them, shattered their dream
Why turn them out and not be left alone?
The question is unresolved the battle goes on!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The Tribe Has Spoken
When they walked along the trail of tears
The freedmen toted gear.
These blacks, who once were owned as slaves,
would be tribesmen, it appeared.
One hundred and thirty years have passed,
The Cherokee think it time
for a parting of the ways-
voting blacks out of their tribe.
Would Jeff Probst approve of this?
Would Survivor film the vote?
Casino money must be at stake.
It's quite the slippery slope.
Black Cherokees have been deprived
of their slice of change and hope.
Voted out of the tribe,
forced off the reservation
I understand Black Cherokees’
chagrin and consternation.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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0019 O h i o!
and how many citizens of Ohio
know that when they say Ohio
they’re saying what, in the
Senecan language of the Iroquois tribe, is
‘Ohiyo’ meaning, it’s beautiful..
as said originally of the Ohio river;
so, poetry being a place where
the imagination is allowed to roam
as free as any Indian tribe, I like
to think of Ohians today passing
each other in the street every day
and saying ‘O-hi-yo! ’ with
a merry smile rather as in
‘Oklahoma’ was it, they sing
Oh what a beautiful morning
or as we do in a telephone call
when after a second or two
you come on the phone and
we say, ‘oh, hi… oh I forgot to say…’
mixing greeting and memory
well, there you are, Ohians,
I leave it to you,
whether this daily gesture
towards state pride, heritage, and
just friendliness, could catch on…
it’s poetry in action…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Tis Breath, Then...
tis breath, then...
wrought with infinite longing,
that called light from darkness,
and being from non-being.
that, spent as wind,
calling forth waves from oceans,
calling forth land from water,
blowing dry and forming.
tis breath, then...
calling male and female to join.
calling trees and mountains to tangle.
defining hill and valley,
both far and near.
calling forth fire from imagination,
calling thought from inertness.
calling music from stillness.
tis breath, then...
calling tribe unto tribe.
creating gods from reflection.
calling souls from dead bones,
naming names, defining eternity,
calling forth desire, hunger, and wonder.
calling forth construction and ambition...
calling forth ego!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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An Arab Love-Song
The hunchèd camels of the night
Trouble the bright
And silver waters of the moon.
The Maiden of the Morn will soon
Through Heaven stray and sing,
Star gathering.
Now while the dark about our loves is strewn,
Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come!
And night will catch her breath up, and be dumb.
Leave thy father, leave thy mother
And thy brother;
Leave the black tents of thy tribe apart!
Am I not thy father and thy brother,
And thy mother?
And thou--what needest with thy tribe's black tents
Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?
poem by Francis Thompson
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Greenstone Axe
He stood upon the pa
Looking down upon his tribe
Greenstone axe in hand
His tribal moko on his face and arms
He swung the pendulum
Whizzing in the air
Its eerie sound of battle cry
Echoing across the land
The villages they stopped
In their daily chores of life
And scattered in a hurry
To prepare for the serge of impending death
From a neighboring tribe of war
Women and children ran
As quickly as they could
To find the shelter needed
From the battle cries of death
Then warriors all lining up
To challenge the Haka chant
"Ka mau"! Is resonate as he cries out the challenge
And in union they chant as the
Battle cries is heard across the land
With their spears and battle axes
Swinging in the midday sun
Their eyes bulging and tongues swaggering
As they send shivers of fear down the spines
Of their enemies awaiting to return the challenge
After each tribe sends out their challenge
There is quite as if death is walking amongst the crowd
The he shouts in one breath and joins his warriors
As they step forth to protect their land
Even in the days of old before the explorers came
They were fighting for the rights of their land
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
poem by Kaila George
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Accusing Fingers
You are the cause
I am not, you are
They are the culprits
They are not, you are
Other tribes are responsible
No, its your tribe
The West caused the war
No, it originated from orient
Colonial master retards our progress
Yes, but the neo-colonialist are accomplices
The eastern ideologues caused poverty
Not at all, its the capitalist greed
Your religion caused the crisis
Far from it, its yours
The drama goes on unabatedly
Across the cyclical globe
Fingers point to another
No one accepts responsibility
Everyone wears Adamic garment
Everyone sanctimoniously claims innocence
We are all responsible
Each one deposits a quantum
That crystallised into igneous of rots
No one is innocent
No one is a saint
There are motes in our eyes
Every nation, bloc, race, tribe, tongue
Are by commission or omission reponsible
The other four fingers point to the owners
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.
Each tribe has its characteristics, it is true.
quote by John H. Speke
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No tribe unites with another of its own free will.
quote by Arthur Keith
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I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
quote by Sitting Bull
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It is sad when the elephant dies, but the whole tribe can feed on it.
Eat Or Be Eaten
Pop/du prey
I got nothin to eat in this old house
I gotta go out and catch a mouse
I cant be wrong so I gotta be right
Its eat or be eaten
Somethings hungry like a hunter
And its probing like a fingerrr
As the drumbeat keeps things hurrying
Thats the part thats so appealing
Its the beat that dominates
Each breath you draw
Each step you take
Strike or be stncken
Eat or be eaten yum yum yum yum
Eat or be eaten
Your skills are highly specialized
But still that giri can magnetize
You sense the hunger in her eyes
Its beat or be beaten
Theres no softness in her eyes
A weird dull glint is in her eyes
With a stubborn will to tantalize
Like some cheap devil in disguise
And its troubling me
Hell its nervy thats what it is
Eat or be eaten
Beat or be beaten
Strike or be stricken
The night is dark the night is pulp
Tilt back your head and take a gul
Of air thats screamed a thousand times
The main thing is to victimize
Its just the night for a conquenng tribe
Oh, its just the night for a conquering tribe
Eat or be eaten
Beat or be beaten
Faster than the arrow flies
Or the man who smiles while he lies
Its just the night for a conquering tribe
And the girls are calling in a yellow dress
That girl is calling in a yellow dress
She says eat eat eat here boys
Eat eat eat here boys
And then a bop a doo ba doop ba abop
A dooba ba bop bohma bop a doo bop bohm
A doopee dee a dop adoop
A bum bayo bayum bohmbayumbohm ooooohh..
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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