Tribe (an acrostic poem)

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They were always looking for a place to settle down in

Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey

It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch

But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter

Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…

Divide (an acrostic poem)

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Debating merits is a noble cause

If done in good faith, listening to other’s argument

Verifying your stance is what you want to defend

Instead, today we prefer to find our tribe, our island

Denying that the other side might have something to add

Enabling the feedback to build walls that opposing views can not scale  

Together (an acrostic poem)

 

There is so much you can’t do by yourself

Others are needed to make it happen

Getting your tribe on board might not be easy

Everyone might have different opinions or a different way to do it

That’s when you need to realize we are all in this

Here is where we need to work extra hard listening and not attacking

Enabling the collective to try and fail as we look towards success

Realizing this is why in these tough times we need to stick…

 

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Group (an acrostic poem)

Gathering of people of similar mind to each other

Really makes them a tribe

Outwardly they are one with each other

Until you look closer.  There they embrace their differences

People transforming from individuals to something more

 

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Lost and Found (an acrostic poem)

Leaving home was always a chore for Harry

Only the comfort of solitude gave him any comfort

Still the season forced him out of his hibernation from humanity

Thus he was stuck in this terminal waiting for his flight

 

As if fate wanted to see him squirm, now his plane was delayed

Nothing was moving because of the two feet of white stuff outside

Denver was now his home for the next day or so

 

Finding a landing zone, Harry watched his fellow nomads

Outside they acted cordial, putting on a mask of civility

Under that mask, Harry could see kindred spirits

Now a sincere smile spread on his face

Despair loved company.  Harry had discovered his tribe.

 

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