Best Chants Poems

EARTH CHANTS

I dream and stare out my window,
windblown leaves, scars and troubles
blow like fluff from dandelions, settling
inside my shadow....hung upon my
memory-wall, reflecting moon dust
far from Heaven, out upon this shapeless
poem, buried deep within my soul...

Songs, the minstrels trusted from before,
can only be heard at low...

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Amazon mist  and rainy mornings green as the day God made them 
dropping from a moist sky full of even grays and sheltering light 
peaceful music playing from the spheres of a dense forest dream 
we are all little humans in a big big...

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There is a CD of African chants I listen to. They are so beautiful. Are they prayers, songs of love, lullabies? I don't know.

Oli-oli-O, one chant goes - I can't understand it but part of me responds to it. Like your name, the rhythm of...

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The beat of the jembe, a pulse of unity between embodiment and self. 
The seeds of Ubuntu, our grandmothers sowed in murmured displays.
The grunt of a Kudu, an imprinted bellow of pride in the herd. 
To Witness Uhuru, if conscious of self a prophecy dwells.
The...

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***It seems to me that the most powerful countries in the world today, are 
         at present, flexing their military muscles, just short of declaring 
         war against each...

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The Pope Benedict XVI chants, " Pater Noster " with a voice not so grand
while distracting himself by gazing at God's outstretched hand
that Michelangelo painted so well
on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.


This is a Gregorian chant with music sumptuously composed
by monastery monks whose life...

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Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed, 
the menace of recycled gangsters. 
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin, 
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins, 
Emi’lokan, The  insanity accepted as norm, 
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great...

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prompted by Bob Dylan's Chimes of Freedom 

Grateful for freedom bestowed by the Lord,
I declare my chants of victory...

Abounding God's grace manifests goodness-glow
Blessed life eternal testifies mercy flow...

Care of Christ upholds spiritual revival
Dearth is no more midst bread of heaven's arrival...

Entrusted divine assignments prods reaching-out
Faith,...

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Amazon mist  and rainy mornings green as the day God made them 
dropping from a moist sky full of even grays and sheltering light 
peaceful music playing from the spheres of a dense forest dream 
we are little humans in a big big giant...

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chants of freedom
chants for an independent kingdom
chants that brought us to the field
and chants for an unknown bloodshed

chants that came with arms
with chants and arms and age no qualms
chants that gave us right to shoot
and chants that turned the goods to loot

chants that made me...

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Psychedelics increase

    Poke fun at police

      Make Love ~ 

        Grow Peace...

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Monkey chant and fake fraternity front
Brandished on the grand soccer stage
Rush Russian bear invectives to decant
Insanity and indignity rolled into ribald rage.

Monkey chant and plastic smile politics grow blunter
In post-Soviet soccer stadia. Russian bears under the aegis of cosmopolitanism
Cultivate a bilateral and multilateral blunder
In a...

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Give all best while blest, passing the test with God’s zest!!!

Achieve 	
Believe!

       Create	
       Do great!

              Excel		
    ...

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Rhyme
is not
the be-all
and the end-all –
the cadence supersedes, mellifluous.
Counting syllables, as superfluous
as the vowels
contained in
the word
queue.
Sounds
in chants
we danced to
before writing –
morae have primacy over meaning. 
Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning.
And forced rhymes jar:
him and dim
do not
rhyme!
Rules 
are made 
to askew
and be broken:
double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing
Defending...

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