Best Chanting Poems
They lived on the plains
and in the mountains.
There was warriors
and peaceful tribes.
All wore ornate head dresses
for their celebrations.
Dancing around fires
for successful hunts
and to tell stories.
Some helped pioneers
others hated pioneers.
White men sent them on a trail
full of heartbreak and death on this trail.
Just government could sell
their land to another soul.
You had greats like sitting bull
and Geronimo who fell.
Sequoiah who taught school.
When awakened by a golden sunrise call
and birds announcing spring upon my sill...
I'm thrilled to see the night has left a shawl
of green enchantment, dressing every hill !
It painted twigs of every leaf and bough
and tiptoed in while I was soundly sleeping
Spreading news that spring is here, and now
is how a world renews our spirits, sinking
Green has roused the meadows from their soggy beds
and dried the willow's tears, from sadly, weeping
She kissed the leaves before the summer's red
And urged my muse to do some gallant leaping !
Awakened by the bugle's morning thrill
of green that dresses keen on every hill
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For "It's Spring, Show Me The Green" Contest: 3/21/15
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Higher consciousness can be attained through chanting.
"OM" is a popular chant within many a religion,
including but not limited to Jainism, Hinduism and Buddhism.
I do my share of chanting now and again,
but I don't chant "OM," I chant "Amen"
a chant that while chanted can also sung,
Amen, Amen, over and over again.
In a lowlight praise,
Celestial incantations:
Worship of candles.
Passage of the sea,
Aquatic incantations:
Devoted currents.
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Do you hear my voice? I sing with a voice, I did not know I had
I chant a song. I am one of many that hum in the air,
filling the void of the past, in a land of famine and waste.
Here she comes, the seidr-wise woman, long past her fertile years.
She holds her staff, taking her place among the piers
Our music vibrates, solely for her ears.
She sits on her platform, while we sway and dance.
She keeps her eyes locked in hypnotic trance.
High on the platform, she lives in two worlds.
She foretells the future, reaching into the vast.
She is filler of the sound, while seeking the past.
She brings back to the Fjord fish for our tables,
Healing and guiding....she sees what we can't.
As our song quiets down, her voice is a whisper.
Like a far away land, is quite distant, a gasp
Coming from something strange, from something long ago told.
She heals, and has the power…
Sits as mountain of spirit, so bold
The cold offered me, lays out there, far,
among the wasted barren land, and into the stars.
I hear the others chant, as I offer mine
The rain has sent me often songs.
Other ballads the wind brought me.
The waves carried them to shore.
Birds shaped words into tones.
She sways and hears the piercing bird calls.
Sounding like cackling of old hags.
Growing fierce of four legged creatures.
All disorient is the scent of the earth that pours from our mouths.
And talking sound as if from the crowns of trees.
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For Debbie's contest "The Shaman's Way"
Based on Northern European Viking Shamanism
chanting chilling spell
spirits rise from resting space
evil comes swiftly
Russell Sivey
"Here comes trouble" some people said,
just because his hair was red..
He saw he was different with his bright,
red mane but knew on the inside he was
likely the same..
Most days he just stood there and smiled
as they chanted "you redheaded step child".
At times he was wounded by their troubling taunts,
their teasing echoed in his head, like ghosts, they'd haunt..
Labeled a "fire cracker", he rarely exploded. He took it
all in and eventually imploded.
This poor little boy longed for some one to say,
"He has red hair cause God made him that way."
Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue is not a hut queuing, a cart horse dancing in a ballet or a valley rising and spinning around and around. And always be very aware that the wearing of a coat in a moat is not advisable and pickles cannot ski in a pan so one must follow and adhere to the currents of the darting rivers and play in the littlest leaf boats to be seen then take several journeys up and down the waters for to travel is to take teachings and to take teachings is akin to Trapezing, or going on a pogo stick down a very busy motorway. Great then. Fantastic isn't it? Blossom not the seed of a giant kettle for giant kettles can appear harmless and harmonic but are actually in a boil and to be in a boiled state is said to be a wild and violent strength that should be timely avoided as to stop any corrosion coming from the steam. But to bloom a blanket by a stream in the heat of the midnight or the haze of a summer day is widely considered to be quite normal really. Particularly when the blanket is chatting. And the pillows have finally found some sleep. The gushing of the waters bring renewal and cleansing to unsurfaced unfaced areas of brief eye spots in a leopard tree. And a tingle tangle song is said to be the sweetest song belonging to no one but harmonised by many creative calming creators. Moon dance jive on a pickling fork. Haha the wheeled vehicle of a very loud obnoxious telephone is dashing to see a film with the carbonated cables. Hahaha the goldfish are all leaving their bowls and sailing out of houses in special water suits. Xxxxx cosmological calf said "moo" loudly to a blade of grass today. And a wildebeest snores in a back gammon game. Twenty six left angled shots in a interplanetary billiard game. And a central arch of a plate dancing in a discotheque whilst eating several cup cakes. Xxxxx astrologically z z z z z at twenty nine mules to eleven lamposts. In a forest glade chewing a toffee and treacle pie. Z.
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dulcent chanting
wakes winter-sleeping daffodils
dulcent chanting
excites the earth to shout with green
stir robins nesting on the hill
and warms the morning from the chill
dulcent chanting
For Nette's Contest: Alphabets for Rondelets
By Carrie Richards 2/12/12 Word Choice : "Chant"
This a message to all so-called Americans, who are loudly chanting, "Death to America!"
Should be forced to leave America! Either they are brain washed domestic terrorists
or brain washed foreign terrorists, they should all be forced to leave America as
'persona non gratis', 'undesirable' and move into those Muslim nations that are
the foundations and the chief cornerstones: of brutal barbarism! And see how
they like it!
We should not ever admit them back into America, they should be labeled as
'undesirable aliens' and put on a national 'do not fly list.' If they ever attempt to
enter into America, they should be detained and deported immediately!
Both the women and the men would lose all of their rights in Muslim countries,
that sponsor and support all of those jihadist activities. Who is funding the
"Iranian head of the snake?" Eric Stackelbeck, The Watchman on the Wall.
None other than Communist Red China's CCP, Communist Party!
Because they want America to die, most likely, they will be well able to carryout
not only all of their nefarious plots in America, but world wide. During the
Vietnam War, top protesters were send to the USSR, well trained and sent
back to America.
That's why Red China wants Americans to send their school aged children
to them and not for any goodwill international gestures. Thanks to Red
China, the US dollar has been replaced by China and they sent back to
us American dollars and financial treasury notes. They no longer need
any American money. Why don't we take back all Chinese farm land in
the USA! We should let no foreign power or US domestic terrorists
purchase any farm land! Domestic terrorists should not be allowed
to own any weapons, nor even enter the ground of any United States
public or private institutions nor properties!
The problem is that anyone directly opposing the Biden's crime family's
Woke Marxist Communist objective is automatically and unjustifiably
labeled by his administration as a 'domestic terrorist' and not the real
enemies of our country 'chanting death to America!" 10/25/23
My life ain’t that bad, there are worse things that happen out there! Oh I
know…we know…He knows 100%...and I won’t get into the details – it’s too
long of a story …it would be the biggest book in history and no one would
have the guts or energy or any willpower to finish the book or even start it
honestly (in my case, I would not open it – I’d see a synopsis of it or a
summarized version of it)! I’ve encountered bad and good circumstances…
things are starting to be black and white…there was a purpose behind going
through all of my terrible tribulations and traumatizing trials… God will show
me the narrow route in no time and He’ll plant hope in my head, once
sponging in damp dread…
Utopia’s arriving in my mind’s eye in a flash of a millisecond…ecstasy’s at my
front door…I hear music in the background…wonderful, tranquil music called
Classical Music! ~ It echoes an elegant lullaby, putting me to
sleep in bliss and accord
Seeking love that dwells somewhere in God’s heart! I need it now and in the
future! I don’t want to have a heart of hatred, but a heart of love instead!
I need to hear more songs that deeply sows surreal sentiments all over me…I
want to feel this excellent elation on a different level! I’m want to be a peace-
abiding, innocent angel, crafting tunes of tranquility forevermore…I’m not a
devious, dangerous, wicked devil, not even temporarily!
Chanting and rehearsing positivity in mind…I’m presently in a quiet state of
mind… It’s my fate to wait for your effulgent light to shed me the ability of a
suave, perfect, neat and articulate singing voice – I want to be a sharp
student, arriving to school on time…all of the students rush to class in unison…
then, later on, we sing in unison…all of the sudden, the dawn is gone and the
singing ceases – come on! Rock on, sing on, and shine on as we welcome the
sun! Let us all wait for another break of dawn! Let us all seek the sun, so we
can grow together once more as one!
Pitch black ravens
Wearing acrylic eyes
Drenching feathers
Chanting to the sky
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on a rug, legs crossed
patchouli incense, bright, glowing
my centering island
letting go of strife
meditation's fond delight
stars smile, inner peace
12/7/2020
God is an epitome of love, service and perfection
Throughout our life, we seek love
We serve our senses, body, family and society willingly
We aim for perfection, to the best of our ability
God is eternal, we act as if we are eternal
This is because our soul is a fragmental part of God,
existing within God
We are souls not body
Out of delusion, we feel we are the body
Live to satisfy needs of our body and that of those around us
Clinging to body, we suffer perpetually
Our life becomes a saga of unending physical and mental pain
Neither body nor this world belongs to us
Both are selfish, trying to fulfill their needs through us
We can never have peace while we are attached to body and world
We need to end our delusion
God has given humans free will and intelligence
so that we may seek and see our soul
understand our true position within God
Go back to Him
To get detached from world and body
To be attached to unknown, unseen is not easy
Ancient Indian scriptures provided a solution
Positive affirmations of truth through powerful mantras
to attain the highest of states in which the individual self
dissolves inseparably in Brahman or God
Prajnanam Brahma - Consciousness is Brahman
Ayam Atma Brahma - This self is Brahman
Tat Tvam Asi - Thou art That or You are one
Aham Brahmasmi - I am Brahman or I am Divine
Chanting of these mantras either during meditation
Or while we go about our daily tasks
helps remove our delusion
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Love all, serve all, treat all with equal respect
All are embodiment of almighty
Loving, serving all is akin to loving service to God
Denounce falsehood, embrace truth
Dedicate your life to the loving service of almighty
It is perfection in action
You become one with God
Realise all are him
Tat Tvam Asi
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Corinthians 12
Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it.
Romans 12:5
So we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another.
John 13:34
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.
Ephesians 5:1
Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children
13.07.2021
For Tat tvam asi, Unseeking seeker