Best Chants Poems
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 giant cave, .... the rain
Pitter patter drops on thirsty tree in a world that is evened once again
sheets of rain fall from my window and I click click click and glean
a slow memory of old, photographs of mom and dad inside the garden
we were small and happily drinking in the scene .... the rain
A Sentinel watches from a soldiering evergreen, I lived there before
the white washed walls of peace and the age old chanterelle dance
as raindrops settle in my soul, I compose a poem about the downpour.
Petrichor scents permeate my living space as I listen to ... the rain
Rainsticks and drums Native chants and Pagan dreams of old, I remember,
Lady Gianne and her healing chants, how she lifted her face to the winds.
"Heal me now and make me whole" * " Bring peace and love forevermore"
As nature creates pathways to equity, the rain loves US,
again and again and again. .... the rain.
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 tide, as crabs
scurry atop their barren bones.... sea shells
speak of my future, If I listen quietly, but,
there is no sound, only echoes from the earth....
Cloisters of Monks chant to processions of ants
as centuries dim, captured in sorrows, even as
the tall grasses sway in song, remembering the
journey through the endless mist, of the river
that never ends...
Sightless snakes snap their warnings to heaping
piles of gold the minions of mayhem mock in
worship, ignoring the chasm greed creates...
Soon, the stinging nettle will understand the
painless path, and I will boil their roots, and
feed them to the venomous snakes, then
burn the bridge that leads to torment...
I can still hear the chants of the Elders,
calmly nurturing the coming season of change,
content once more, as stars smile upon
our future, and seeds, sown before our time,
bear fruit as told by our chosen ones....
Chants forever heard....
chants
forever
heard
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 your speech - a thrill ride, I am still trembling.
Nothing is what I expected it to be. Intoxication, sudden and sweet.. how could I protect myself from that??
I want to be with you - not eat, be with you, not sleep. The words gushed forth - we talked of EVERYTHING and when I was distracted - you stole my heart.
Afterglow
When soon I quit this mundane scene
I `d wish to leave, unknown, unseen
Unadorned, without embellish
Without tears on eyes that cherish
Without sigh from those near and dear
Without any ripple of fear,
But serene like the afterglow
Of the sun setting with the show
Of an arch of pinkish sunlight
In the twilight sky of delight
With the air devoid of tension
In the clean distant horizon.
I `d wish the afterglow to spread
Amidst prairies where lies my shed
Amidst the playground of my youth
Where once was erected a booth
Amidst fields where I strolled alone
Along alleys lilacs are grown
Along the silent serene shore
At twilight I ambled before.
I`d wish the afterglow to shine
In midst of chants that are divine
Sober music flowing apace
Sincere smiles on friendly faces
With recall of life together
As a comrade, as a brother
During the sweet summer sunshine
As in wild winds of winter time.
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 Black Conscious Gurus, a pride in depression neglecting oppression.
The Black Conscious movement the beautiful course depicting progression!
***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 other. Is diplomacy still a viable tool for pacifying
aggressive behavior.? I certainly hope so...***
Chants Of Wars
***
Beware of
The deafening chants of wars
For they
May reawaken healing wounds and mended scars
Penned: 7/13/2021
4:15 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
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 dedication was to preserve knowledge
despite the barbaric invasions that they constantly endured...
they knew that their song of celestial sound would survive another age.
He is not wearing a tiara decorated with stones as other popes have,
perhaps it is to express his true humbleness towards God Himself,
that the power of a crown is a selfish manifestation of earthly power,
so on his feeble knees he prays for all, "Pater Noster. "
And while controversy about his birth and ancestry is absurd and unfair,
he's breaking down the barriers of prejudice and race laboriously...
although he came from a nation that conquered and slaughtered without pity;
let us join this selfless servant of our merciful God by chanting, " Pater Noster. "
Before the almightiness of the delighted Creator with " Pater Noster qui es in caelis, "
he displays his devotion for Him and admiration for the artistic hands of tireless bone
that embellished the ceiling of the Sacellum Sixtinum: a gem of the Renaissance;
Rome is in constant transformation, and here Pope Benedict XVI lays another stone.
English translation: Pater Noster qui es in caelis:
Our Father who art in Heaven
Sacellum Sixtinum: Sistine Chapel
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 grandfathers
suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths,
Emi’lokan, The cornucopia of fraud.
Emi’lokan the senseless Politics of bribery, of rice, tomatoes and grains.
the desperation of old thieves at the precipice of the grave.
Emi’lokan, where election is a lie,
Emi’lokan the lom of no reputation,
Emi’lokan though devoid of dignity,
Emi’lokan robbers without conscience,
Emi’lokan injustices without consequence,
Emi’lokan of diabetes and paralysis cloaked in deceptive "Babariga"
Emi’lokan where profligates bands hover over us.
Emi’lokan in the country of rogues.
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, freed* from fear vanquishes doubt and pout...
Guidance of the Father governs pursuit midst granted role
Hope helps share serenity, making soul whole...
Inspiration imparts truth for spiritual influence
Joy against crises surmounts poverty's affluence...
Kindness, marked by compassion, pervades indeed
Love rules against selfishness, pride and greed...
Miracles highlight the Master's might and mercy
Nurture from above nourishes with sufficiency…
Opportunities to optimize life's offers open with service-flight
Prayers are answered around sweet communion delight...
Quest to do well keeps on soaring toward perfection's best
Restoration as well as renewal reinforces rejuvenation-zest...
Saviour secures salvation upon His redemption seal
Triumphant eternity ushers us to heaven so gloriously real...
Uplifting power fights for peace against enmity
Virtues vanquish hatred via compassion's verity...
Worthy freedom of functional liberation continues to prevail
X-factor along formidable tests against affliction-wail...
Youthfulness stays vibrant along stewardship all the way
Zeal remains for jubilant sharing of Gospel freely everyday.
*John 8:36 - If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed.
List with Abecedarian and Couplet forms
May 14, 2019
edited on June 11, 2025
2nd place, "Dylan Song Tribute" Poetry Writing Contest prompted by Bob Dylan's Chimes of Freedom; sponsored by Oliver Mckeithan; judged on 6/19/2025
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 contests fiercely --- gibbeting.
Breaking your head
to conform
to design,
rhyme.
Puns,
blasé
efforts, but
double entendres,
sexual innuendo in your face.
As some scribbling can at times be quite base,
persecution
should never
stymie
flow.
*a double dactyl: /**|/**
flibbertigibbet: (n) a frivolous, flighty, or excessively talkative person.
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FUN FACT
Euclid of Alexandria (Mid-4th century BC—Mid-3rd century BC), the great Classical mathematician, believed that the numbers 1, 2, 3 & 4 must have some mystical significance because their sum total is 10—ten was thought to be a number of power. He called this relationship a tetractys.
Ray Stebbing based his poetic form, Tetractys, on this. No spaces between each stanza and the poem is presented in line with the left-hand margin (or it might be centred) - either way, it would visually give the design of a triangle.
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 cave, .... the rain
Pitter patter drops on thirsty tree in a world that is evened once again
sheets of rain fall from my window and I click click click and glean
a slow memory of old, photographs of mom and dad inside the garden
we were small and happily drinking in the scene .... the rain
Sentinel watches from soldiering evergreens I lived there before
the white washed walls of peace and the age old chanterelle danced
as the raindrops settle in my soul, I compose a poem about downpour
Petrichor scents permeate my living space as I listen to ... the rain
Rainsticks and drums Native chants and Pagan dreams of old I remember
Lady Gianne and her healing chants, how she lifted her face to the winds
"Heal me now and make me whole" * " Bring peace and love forevermore"
As nature creates pathways to equity, the rain loves US, .... the rain
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 a man on my own
chants that made me lose my home
chants that left no one at school
and chants of acts that were so cruel
chants of forgotten traditions of the sepulchral
and chants that even made the priest leave the cathedral
chants that i use to chant oh lord
and chants that i wish to chant no more
Psychedelics increase
Poke fun at police
Make Love ~
Grow Peace
Give all best while blest, passing the test with God’s zest!!!
Achieve
Believe!
Create
Do great!
Excel
Fight well!
God*… trust
Hope must!
Improve
Just move!
Keep right
Love light!
March on
Now yon!
Own work
Plus perk!
Quell doubt
Reach out!
Up glory’s crest, fight pride’s pest, share blessings with the rest!!!
*Proverbs 16:20 He that handleth a matter wisely shall find good:
and whoso trusteth in the Lord, happy is he.
January 25, 2024
4th place, "DARK Nursery Rhyme A-N-D Eye Rhyme" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest; Sponsored by Hilo Poet; judged on 3/2/2024
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 soccer show that rings and springs up hollow hooliganism.
Monkey chant voiced in soccer stadia
Embarrasses the beautiful ball with blue eyes
Brown eyes regardless of the putrid propaganda mass media
Propagate to unbind spectators in sub-human sties.
Monkey chant is a shame on humanity’s shoulders
On which human faces united by soccer cry
For opportunities to brush and stash aside blunder boulders
That obstacles and debacles of racism and recidivism multiply.