Poem of the Totem
Miss Totem of Totem School
Wore V-necks and a pair of shoes
Never did care
If others would stare
She knew that she looked cool
Miss Totem of Totem School
Was different than the others
She had a love for different things and never did drink soda
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had tons and tons of others
Big and little
Small and tall
Lots and lots of brothers
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had a million to a trill
Funky kinds of family members
Some are robots too
Miss Totem of Totem School
Has too many sisters
Some are loud
Most are proud
Huggable, funny, loose
Miss Totem of Totem School
Is a big musician
Give her an instrument and a job
Forreal she'll finish the mission
Miss Totem of Totem School
As tan as can be
Sweet as honey
Fluffy like bunnies
Miss Totem doesn't have a lot of money
I'll talk about her ways all day
She's the type to like to play that way
'Cause Miss Totem of Totem loves high rolling
Like skating and eating buffets
Miss Totem of Totem School has one more thing for you
She wants to say have a nice day
Thanks for listening
Staying awake
And not leaving any drool on her shoes
'Cause she likes to use them when she skates
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Initiate
Initiate
The time has come for me to seek
the advice of my ancestors.
To take to heart the words they speak
which will reveal my future course.
I have my knife I have my bow
and that is all I am allowed
The time is now I have to go
Until my totem is endowed.
I have to learn to recognise
my totem by his qualities.
Though he conceals them from mens eyes..
True understanding is the prize.
A lot depends on what he sees.
The part of him that dwells in me.
Subjects me to deep scrutinies
Which I must face I cannot flee..
I walk the wilderness alone
I catch and kill the food I need
and for each life I must atone.
As I was taught this is my creed.
I do not fear the solitude
Although I miss my family
I have the correct attitude
I know enough to wait and see.
The first night passes quietly
I rise at dawn salute the sun.
I watch and wait respectfully
but wonder in my heart which one.
Which creature will decide to be
the totem that I’m here to find.
The spirit creatures are quite free
to read the thoughts I have in mind.
The second night I cannot sleep
I pass the dark hours listening
to the night predators who creep
about my shelter foraging.
Again I rise up with the sun.
Then suddenly I see a bear
I have no doubt he is the one
whos taken me into his care.
I look at him he looks at me
He seems to be well satisfied
and off he trundles clumsily.
A totem I accept with pride.
The bear has freely chosen me.
I had no say it was his choice
I return home triumphantly
and with my family rejoice.
I must give up my boyhood name.
Now that I have become a man.
The Shaman plays his sacred game
The spirits tell him that he can.
Leave the choice of name to me.
The elders of the tribe confer
But they accept eventually.
I choose the name of Little Bear.
I am a full fledged warrior now.
No longer just a little boy
I freely let the teardrops flow
an outward sign of my great joy.
I am a man and take my place
amongst the older wiser men.
I passed the test without disgrace
A test I need not take again.
In due course I will earn respect
But I must act respectfully.
Towards my elders who expect
that I will listen carefully.
As I am taught the tribal lore
they have stored in their memory.
The things they could not teach before
my totem bear had chosen me..
4-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Paid in full for friend Leslie
Like a feathered arrow flying.
Straight and true but silently
Speeds the message of your dying
a missile you won’t hear or see.
When you chose to slay my tribesmen.
Slaughter squaws and little children
striking in the dead of night.
My people had no chance to fight.
You thought no one had survived
unaware one warrior lived.
From my totem seeking guidance
I chose to meditate by chance.
In the forest secretly
I kept my vigil faithfully.
Alerted by he dying cries
of people dying by surprise.
Cut down by killers as they slept.
I had no choice but to accept.
My totem had protected me
because my totem could foresee.
The secret plans of wicked men
Who had killed and would again.
Great Manitou had chosen me
to hunt them down relentlessly
Their punishment my sole intent
I knew I would not rest content.
Until the last of them had died
My spirit wails unsatisfied..
when the last of them has paid
the price for the part he played.
in murdering my family.
My quest will end successfully
When my arrow pierces you
a punishment long overdue.
I will give praise to Manitou
as any warrior ought to do.
20/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Nobody Weird Like Me
the freakiest show i know
is the show of my own
living my life in and out
of the twilight zone
bust my britches
bless my soul
i'm a freak of nature
walking totem pole
look and see i think you'll agree
nobody weird like me
intercourse with a porpoise
is a dream for me
hell bent on inventing
a new species
bust my britches
bless my soul
i'm a freak of nature
walking totem pole
look and see i think you'll agree
nobody weird like me
riding down the path
on the back of a giraffe
me and the giraffe laughed
cause i passed some gas
bust my britches
bless my soul
i'm a freak of nature
walking totem pole
look and see i think you'll agree
nobody weird like me
enchanted as a rabbit
that my life is a dream
well everything is never
just as it seems
the freakiest show i know
is the show of my own
living my life in and out
of the twilight zone
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Mother's Milk
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You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.
quote by Emily Carr
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Duke
Jump to it! !
And of the totem animal within us;
But like shamanism and unwashed hands,
I will preserve my name as Duke to keep you informed of my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
quote by Mason Cooley
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A beautiful woman can be painted as a totem only; not as a woman, but as a Madonna, a queen, a sphinx.
quote by Saul Steinberg
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I think the bottom of the totem pole is African-American women, or women of colour. I think they get the least opportunities in Hollywood.
quote by Denzel Washington
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It's the company itself, but most of these mutual fund companies, the guy who runs the company is just a fact totem and the guy who runs the money is the power. But we really don't know who they are.
quote by Jim Cramer
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Nation Of Zimbabwe
We share a culture
A language
So why not stand up
And fight
Let us manoeuvre
Send tactics
Rid ourselves of autonomous rule
Tribesmen
Men of different totem
Religious faith
Traditions
Unification birthed our emancipation
Why watch it
Get taken way
We are the people
The voice
The men and women
The nation
Of Zimbabwe.
poem by Prince Kanokanga
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Coltrane
What was and what could be
The path of jazz
The sun bursts thru clouds
Blues sighing on city streets
Cryptic urban modern idiom
Strained American dream
Awakening on a thin edge
Spiritual like a broken totem pole
Tribal
Respectful
Innovative
Pensive
Cathar tic
Healing
Coltrane blows his sax
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Paris
Thinkin' of Paris
Always begins and ends
With thoughts of you
and how you brought
even more light
to La Ville-Lumière.
The combination
of your beauty
and the city's
was overpowerin'.
You were lovely
and I was lucky.
Even now, these thoughts
I cannot imagine
bein' without and yet
I am forlorn, mon chou,
that I am without you
and we are without Paris.
So I go there
Often in my dreams
To be with you
Spin the totem
And hope and pray
It never stops
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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Some people pray to a totem pole, some people pray to a sun, some people pray to a god. It all works for them. It all comes back to what you think.
quote by Barry Zito
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Man
What a finest piece of art is man
Anabolic in strength practicable in wisdom
From the time immemorial the birth of Adam
Creation of everything till Mohammad(SAW) the totem of wisdom
Being vicegerant on earth and shepherd afterward
To correct the fallacy with miraculous speech of wisdom
All art and craft are superficial or none-the-less comparable
Unto the height of his majestic conundrum
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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Unorganised Regimentation
(for Brian Miller Cumbernauld new town artist where I come from)
They stand upright
cast totem poles,
Banners large and stretched,
Standing stone sculptures
rounds and squares,
abstract silhouettes,
dimensions three or four
coloured against concrete grey…,
This unorganised regimentation
This unequivocal expressionism
Copyright © George Ross 2011
poem by Geordie Ross
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Counting
When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.
Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.
Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.
The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.
poem by Satish Verma
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Will I
Will I miss the skies?
Will I miss the clouds?
Will I miss the ocean?
Will I miss the bay?
Will I miss the sunrise?
Will I miss the moon?
Will I miss the mountains?
Will I miss the trees?
Will I miss the city lights?
Will I miss the snow?
Will I miss the laughter?
Will I miss the jokes?
Will I miss touch?
Will I miss love?
Will I miss you?
Will i?
Will i?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Picture
Meadow of matchsticks,
soon to be rekindled
by Spring the incendiary.
The exact flame of your blossoms
will ignite the passions
happily sapped by time--
Dripdrop their excess went
and now miners' hats
light up like love before
your vein, the frame of which
is there to depict the drift,
the waste when I painted
all the review copies
they sent me. But those books
open to polar pages where you
and I weigh the ends of this
teeter totem down, you
at the head and nadir me;
where postmortem is
the aura of self-portrait,
its other half regained at last.
poem by Bill Knott
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John T.
Think today
i'm in one of those
unhappy social justice moods
so let me tell you about this -
Birk the pig shot John
and Birk walks away disgraced
but alive and smirking
John didn't -
blood all over the pavement
while onlookers scream
at the gore
and the injustice -
now we get to raise
a totem for John
and we pray
while the dumb ass anarchokiddies
break stuff
but either way justice
is mysteriously absent
John I hope
you're soaring with
the eagles brother
At peace.
poem by Smack Thompson
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Free
I saw you all lined up
at the totem pole
hovering
You
waved at me-
waved me away-
ignoring the Tsunami
washing over me
Ho Ho Ho
is what they called me
and I never unsaid
what I knew
wasn't true
and I let it lie.
Oh, Oh, Oh
I live within
the word prison
they created for me
and out of spite
and self-defense
I defy the prison
walls
and write this poetry.
My My My
that's sweet revenge;
I'll live
I'll live
writing more
poetry
and then
one day
the rubble
will
disintegrate
disintegrat e
into walls
no more.
And I'll be free
free, free, free.
Ho, Ho, Ho.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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