Best Distant Drums Poems
The trumpet will play
a sweet prelude, to earth's last tired breath
but Gabriel shall not call me
I shall leave long before his dance of death
The distant drums are what I hear playing
across the sea and through the storm
a calm rumbling surrender
like the two kings that went before
If I could just lay down in my killer's blood
then I may see hope for what it is
Revenge sometimes loses out to cowardice
the weak of heart are tricked to feel dismissed
Long ago when we were so green
we wished away the day
not realizing we were the lucky ones
like sand in hands all seeped away
Yet these things all come to an end
even for them who ignore the faintly call
or those who wait around, joining one of many
who fear the first melody of the horn
Then it's too late and dance you shall
to the rhythm of panic and real fright
you've prayed for the first and last time
yet you still succumb to the light
A world sat wrapped in blue, while red takes rest
oh how it once could save you
One card staining black the entire deck
just carry on, try to play through
It means nothing now or when you wish
for the sun to shine like it did before
Burn and press, never rest
confusing the remedy with the cure
We chased the wind through gravel lots,
told stories in the sun-soft spots.
Spoke Spanish in the checkout line,
translated fear into “it’s fine.”
Held my brother’s hand through crowded space,
learned stillness in his silent grace.
Watched Mom brave a world not made for her,
became her voice, her messenger.
School bells rang like distant drums,
where I stood tall though doubt still comes.
The Boardroom didn’t feel like mine—
but I stayed, held steady, to redefine.
And when the cap flew toward the sky,
I didn’t cry—I knew just why:
We leave the halls but not the fight—
still shaped by love, still seeking light.
In times of old I’ve heard it said,
That all roads led to Rome.
Now like the beating of distant drums,
Our hearts are leading us home.
It’s not the things that we possess,
That reveal what we deeply desire.
It’s a longing for peace and serenity,
To which our spirit doth aspire.
Returning to the source of our creation,
Giving up this existence in form.
To be in a state of eternal Love,
Where the Source of creation will calm every storm.
With ego we created this deceptive illusion,
Hiding our authentic self from all.
Unbeknownst to us, our truest self,
Has been answering destiny’s call.
For all the answers to all the questions,
In their time will miraculously appear.
When we’re at that place where there’s no time,
Where all thoughts are perfectly clear.
A song came on the jukebox and we listened with intent
He sang "Only The Lonely" with a voice that was heaven sent
I was only in eighth grade, a few years from being a man
There was "Blue Angel" and "I'm Hurtin' " and I became a die hard fan
We'd go downtown to the Coffee Cup to hang out and have some fun
Play some music and have a soda, "Running Scared" was number one
"Crying" is still a favorite, played "Candy Man" and "Dream Baby" so loud
I was mesmerized the first time I heard Roy Orbison sing "The Crowd"
There was "Evergreen", Working For The Man" and "Leah" in the year of 62
"In Dreams" , "Falling" , "Distant Drums" and I still love "Blue Bayou"
Roy rocked the house with "Mean Woman Blues"
"What'd I Say" made us put on our dancing shoes
"Indian Summer", "Indian Wedding", "She Wears My Ring"
"Oh Pretty Woman", "It's Over", "Goodnight" Roy would sing
When Roy sang "Lana" it would tear you apart
Don't forget "Breakin' Up is Breakin' My Heart"
When Roy sang, you didn't know which song to choose
He'd make you rock, make you cry, make you feel the blues
When Roy sang, he'd put a smile on your face
When Roy sang, the world seemed a better place.
Tribute to the greatest, bar none, singer song writer of all time.
Dream Theme Andaree
Come listen how the thunder rolls with its might
Like distant drums it echoes through the night
Rain has pulsed a steady stream
To ponder and dream
Create a
Theme
For my dream
Listening to the sound
Like the rhythmn in a round
I have captured my dream by daylight
Come listen how the thunder rolls with its might
Andareee Contest Andrea Dietrich (late entry) October 16, 2015
It was in Autumn 's signature
the smell of burning leaves
that I succumbed to
distant drums
And bartered to believe.
Woodsmoke circled round
and round
to show your misty form
you kissed my face
with love and grace
and told me not to grieve .
Upon the hill a wolf pack
howled out my secret name
I shaped replies
in cryptic cries
and begged you not to leave.
You are the wind in winter
I am the Summer sky
the pain is sweet
we never meet
except in dreams we weave.
Distant drums voice sacred song
as didgeridoo drone rings
its messages to my awaiting ears;
ancient ceremonies flood
the canyon in tones of
ancestral wisdom.
Every rock or boulder resonates,
crickets sing along and
each cell of my being is elevated;
I feel the energies of
times long passed;
those speakers of the truth,
as shamanic echoes
transport me to past centuries.
I've hear it said that our cells have memory,
that two-thirds of our brains are not used;
but what if we are simply energy?
I resonate with the past
and visions come.
From tottering infantile footsteps
Gangly adolescence and vibrant youth
Desire to taste forbidden fruits
Hobnob with society discards
Ever beckoned by distant drums
Weird people practising witchcraft
Entranced by strange rituals
Rebelling against established norms
Corrupted by wild flights of fantasy
Urge to attain impossible dreams
Sermonizing on unknown subjects
Engaged in creating hell on earth
Shunning filial ties
Ignorant of the anguish of loved ones
Reviled by all but the ignorant
And pitied by a few
Unwashed, malodorous, skeletal frame
Vacant eyes a fiery red
Registering no events, recognizing none
A pitiable mannequin in a dynamic world
Ever shrouded in a haze of acrid smoke
From endless cannabis trips
Unhinged from his roots
With no conclusion or hope
Someone tell me where we are
not all that close, not all that far
Marching feet and distant drums
but I can't see where they come from..
Baby Soldier with angry eyes
filling empty space with hate
for fat old men made fat on lies
it's not your fault..........it's just your fate
Baby soldier
Slaughter in the market place
You heard their cries, you saw their face
How then can you sleep at night?
How dare you say, "everything alright"
Baby soldiers with empty eyes
empty minds refilled with hate
for fat old men made fat on lies
while baby soldier licks the plate
Baby soldier
Dancing in a rain of fire
Just one more death for your empire
but baby soldier dies alone
his soul is gone his heart is stone
Baby soldier with empty eyes
filling empty space with hate
for fat old men made fat on lies
It's not your fault It's just your fate
Baby soldier
Baby soldier lay it down
the crops won't grow in blood soaked ground
but baby soldier cannot hear
above the sound of hate and fear
baby soldier with angry eyes
feeding on their hate and fear
while fat old men get fat on lies
everyone dies that's why you're here
Baby soldier
Someone tell me where we are
not all that close not all that far.
RAMABIFI HILLS
I hear distant drums sounding loud,
I hear trumpets echoing tonight,
Oh, I can hear their warm and quiet conversations,
I guess they are on the way to Ramabifi Hills!
It is a clear and loud call we cannot deny,
And when skimming silently in the starry skies tonight,
We will see that we are not alone in the night set ablaze,
Please come with me and share this wonderful view!
Look up there, the clear moon is riding high in the sky,
As it journeys slowly through the good heavens!
This brings to the end, the darkness of the long lonely nights,
Come let’s soar high up and play amongst the stars!
Are you asking me about the songs of Spring?
Listen, Ramabifi Hills have them too!
The small birds are chanting merrily from the dense tangled branches,
More clearer than man-made music could bear!
I see you and I silhouetted together against the bright moonlight,
Yes, every single breath you take is mine!
Oh, I can feel every beat of your heart!
I woke up and looked around . . . yes . . . , I was only dreaming!
standing at the crust of life
peeking through dark shadows
that dance and glide
to string guitars and distant drums
shadows
that sneak through the night
playing peek-a-boo
under the pale moonlight
and stars that twinkle
oh so bright
shadows
hiding behind trees
that sway with the breeze
of a silent wind
hiding behind branches
that never bend
afraid to cross over
to the other side
for fear of the shadows
that dance and glide
yea, though i walk through
the valley of death
evil shadows surround me
i've grown weary of this test
fighting never-ending battles
to be free
i can see the distant light
looming straight ahead
dodging
the shadows of the night
wiping away fear and dread
creeping toward the light
instead
standing in the warmth
of the light
baptized in its' glory
a wonderful feeling
of pure delight
i will not look back
at the shadows of the night
Like distant drums in rhythm pound
Endless rows of human kind
Marching soldiers cross the ground
Towards some battle line
Bound to those who went before
Obsessed in savage pride
Forge blindly to the raging war
To slay the other side
Wisdom lost in murdered dreams
Learned naught from battles past
Dead heroes lay in bloody streams
When oh God will be our last?
The journey here on this good earth
Is something dear for life seeks mirth.
The poise of cheer now sings of lines
Of waves sincere in love divine.
The passage greets not one but all
In trials we meet through sweet and gall.
The voice of now speaks of a fate
In fond endow that's never late.
The moments touch full scope and scan
In grace and grudge beyond mere plans.
The choice of thought make feelings swirl
In cast and plot that weaves and twirls.
The figures race as if to fit
Real time and space where risk grooms wit.
The style of face makes poignant poise
A friend of grace that flavours choice.
The sudden surge of active works
Arise with urge to fling and jerk.
The spark of feel in honest truth
Can surely heal in actual proof.
The matters then attain a sphere
Of how and when to face life's fears.
The way of zest follows a glimpse
Of fruitful quest that inspires dreams.
The pictures stream in fluid seeing
As distant dreams merge with being.
The smiles outlast the bitter end
As all things pass around life's bend.
The causal tone sense joys that fling
A fleeting zone in pulse that springs.
The time soon ends for each my friend
As soul greets trend in final span.
The frontiers sought in plots so brief
Now ties the knot that ushers grief.
The end must come for game and fate
For distant drums announce too late.
Leon Enriquez
21 March 2015
Singapore
Distant drums of pompous thunder,
resolute flying lightning bolt.
Evidenced the probable blunder,
played by heaven's musical note.
Castigate the black clouded sky,
it's refusal to disrobe from under.
Heaven's portentous sounds of sigh,
walking away with Thor's plunder.
Ancient spheres of celestial planes,
chase the heavens caustic remains.
Daunted needless harmful estuaries,
flash floods of essential necessaries.
Controlled the Gods of Olympian's kingdom,
the flying albatross's lost freedom.
Enter through grated golden gate,
tempting the unknown of hindrance's fate.
On what breasts I have laid my head
And where and why I remember not.
On what waists have I laid my hands
Feeling the spring tide bosoms and
Lips were too near not to be missed
To get the feel of the rose petals.
Upon my couch I lay as lie the dead,
Many loves have come and gone
No images return on this stormy night,
The wind sings in my foliage,
The rain taps & sighs on the windowsills.
I have forgotten all of them but one.
In my heart there stirs a sweet pain
When I remember my sweet Nectar
On this day of Thirtieth September
When she came to me as virgin fresh
We made love till the early hours of the morn
Hearing the distant drums of a ritual dance.