Personal Poem: ~~ After the Battle ~~

From far and near, they all gathered
Like clouds before a storm
Adorned in mystic paint patterns
With fabrics, beads and guns.

They watched and muttered silently
As ritual norms were made
The clanhead rose... Spoke fervently
With dripping wine... He prayed.

Then sprout the priest with kolanuts
And news of captured Lands...
The masked ones flip and twist in turn
In frenzy... Natives chant.

The maidens danced in tattered pants
While warriors clink their swords
Amidst the rhythmic clatter bangs
Of ancient gongs and drums.

Abated rites, an age long norm
... Celestials felt in trance.
Evoked by fervent mortal throbs...
The deities come to dance.

Personal Poem: ~~ Others ~~

It's not about your money
Your pride, We all despise
For you can only flaunt your wealth...
By touching others' life
It's not about your strength
Your might to fuss and fight
For you are only made so strong...
To shoulder others' plight.
It's not about your looks
For that will fade with age
Your true beauty will only come...
With a smile on others' face.
It's not about your deeds
Beat not your bloated chest
For what's your rate of kudos rave...
In a poll others attest.
Its all about resolve...
A humble crave and thirst
The selfless will to help yourself...
By placing others first.