Best Drumbeats Poems
Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright
Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night
A cold moon dressed in dark velvet
with a pearl milky white smile beams
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up
stars blinking silver awakening
warm invading darkness your light
My life has at last found its light and its hope
Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes
faraway over ocean waves
carries in a wind’s whisper sweet music dances
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes
Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes
Believing in your love a dream
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars
and the reason earth spins around the sun
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -
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As the final glimpse
of the sun leads into
an everlasting spectacle
of twinkling dreams,
peeking through
turmeric traces
of an amber aftermath,
I listen to the
nesting nightingales
croon nostalgic lullabies,
and search for a
celestial ray
that would illustrate,
the beginning
of
butterflies
within
my glass heart.
When twilight is
just a
mere mirage
in the distance of
my destitute mind,
and tune
of your
laughter
reverberates
in rhapsodic refrain;
a raspy rhythm
ringing
through
rustic breeze,
whilst the
whistling
wind waves
to the
dandelions
dancing
to your
delicate drumbeats,
scintillating stars
fall upon
our silhouettes,
scattering pieces of
who I once
used to be-
within pulsating
flesh and bones,
before I felt the
warmth of your
cosmic whispers.
Now initials of
your amethyst
song is the
penultimate prefix
to my path
of
healing,
where
sentimental sighs
between us,
unveil
wordless
smiles electrifying
a classical crescendo;
awaiting beneath
instrumental wings.
I count the
flickering jewels,
splattered across
nocturnal
night-skies,
questioning if this
is
another
start
of a
weary winter?
or is this just
a seasonal distraction,
intoxicating my
procrastinating pen,
or is your voice a
heaven-sent elixir,
to soothe the satanic
seas evaporating
black salt-
drizzling toxic rain,
upon my
porcelain choir,
synchronizing
a symphony
of soulmates destined
to
reunite and rewrite
a
roseate rendezvous.
Maybe,
fate reignited
to align
the emerald
glow between
you and I,
Maybe, I’ve long
been a wanderer,
on a quest to reach
the rainbow
swirls
above your
musky garden,
where background
music is
the poetry woven
from your
cryptic ink.
You’ll always remain
the
last maestro
in my carnival
of chaos,
amidst the loudness
of screeching demons
chattering within every
darkest sheet of
dreary December.
different drumbeats, separate Lives
he inhales the wind song
a static cling to yesterday
held in his heart until his melody fades
life, love, hope circle the drain
aging realist at one with his pain
love’s last aria
melancholy oboe resigns with setting sun
when two are no longer one
chasm widens between haunting roars
tribal drums on opposite shores
“This is love: to fly toward a secret Sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.” ~ Rumi
Life can be a pilgrimage through rainless moors
and solemn seascapes draped
in mists of soundless mayhem,
where bleeding butterflies reflect
the fading stars etched with broken promises~
that time has abandoned.
I am a corpse of a firefly suspended
in a maroon mirage,
chained with petunias and pearls,
while my heart seeks a celestial chorus
to recite a harmonious hymn.
I yearn to write a compassionate chord,
ricocheting with empathetic embers,
silencing the fiendish
drumbeats of the devious leeches,
searing the fragile curves
of my cinnamon skin,
as I’ve long been a victim
of the vindictive voices of Satan
and his spellbound followers.
Yet nestled between temptation and torment,
a garden of miracles blooms
with lavender lakeshores,
its sweet scents of honey-rose petals
infusing the aching air,
unveiling a sky adorned with lily wings
and sapphire serenity.
O how I long to be the
silhouette of moon fairies
revising and rearranging
kismet melodies shaped in sorcery~
for I draw salt-kissed sunsets
in acrylic eloquence,
to eliminate black magic violations
still running beneath my trembling toes.
I will dance to the alliterative rhythm of
adjectives and assonance,
flowing in sync with the viking violin
within my soul.
So listen to the unlocked
tunes of restricted rhymes;
you’ll hear my name unchained from
the maleficent mantras~
weaving metaphors
screaming between resilient lines of
highlighted healing,
rephrasing the art of letting go
tattooed in raven jewels,
flipping porcelain pages of hope,
flowing within
the anthology of sprouting orchids.
Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright
Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night
A cold moon dressed in dark velvet
with a pearl milky white smile beams
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up
stars blinking silver awakening
warm invading darkness your light
My life has at last found its light and its hope
Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes
faraway over ocean waves
carries in a wind’s whisper sweet music dances
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes
Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes
Believing in your love a dream
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars
and the reason earth spins around the sun
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -
Legends of tribes roam across the plains
Bold spirits guarding their own mighty land
They dance and offer songs to ease lost reign
And nourish life when soldiers flag on,
Encircling a bonfire with shaman’s praise.
The whisper of the winds gives them strength
An Indian terrain, they protect
Oh, hear drumbeats pound a mighty roar
As chieftain gathers the arrow’s quest
For the call of blood, for freedom’s dreams.
Legends passed from generations
Navajos marginalized, tales unfold
When duskfall speaks of native wisdom
To recount strides in brave moccasins
Marking prints from whisper of the winds.
'In the Name of Love for Country -
and Brian's Select 6
This goes far beyond poetry
here I go...
snippets of thoughts
to words
to poetry
to hearts
touching
to smiles
reaching eyes
I am grateful,
I am blessed,
for the friendships formed
of chapbooks and poetry books
to reading books, watching movies
of eating to cooking
…of chocolate, truffles, tiramisu
of jellybeans and mushrooms…
of spam and eggs and mayo
and of course, soup
hot or cold
of trips and falls,
and bumps and stares
and typos...
of it's and its
of i before e,
and a instead of e
of Only Hopes
and Dreams
to sleeping
and NOT sleeping
of music, and drumbeats
of art, and painting
of life, of love, of faith
of jokes and laughter,
of craziness and madness
of contests
and comments
swinging
back and forth
beyond crazy and fun
to body parts
aching, tickling
and of writing about them
of sharing and giving
of thoughts and ideas
of challenges and triumphs
of milestones
of prayers...
of life and of death
of ghosts and doppelgangers
of questions and answers
and answers with questions
of troubles and tears
of secrets and fears
of misunderstanding
and learning
to growing and reaping
of doors opening and closing
of the past and of the future
of the present
of sunshine and rain
darkness and light
of rainbows
and animals, in and out
our lives and our minds
beginnings and endings,
to endings beginning
to cycles,
just going round and round
This is beyond poetry
and I am heartened,
I am blessed
so Thank You
for the poetry…
for the inspiration…
for the friendship.
Sounds so simple,
but it’s from my heart,
it's from my soul
just...Thank You.
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Faraway magic sparks inside distant dreams awaken tears
spells under a smiling moon casting shadows out howls lonely
within deep soft moving feelings lights all candles in four chambers bright
Silver whispers one lone wolf cries princess moonlighting ball faraway dance
flying on wings across many oceans sweet warmly beams kiss beat stop
Crystal reflections breaking thought vision shatter mirror apex
Over snow mountain under a white blanket hidden inside cold turkey trembles
howls deep chilling winds covered in grey cloud capped silver to gun barrel grey
Striking hot air parting with a bolt lightening strikes the deepest cord
Gasping blows out in waves breathless crashing the highest notes holding
the deepest key reality rippling currents sparking drumbeats skip faster sparks
Growling grumbles to the Heaven's roar almighty bang ignite
Fading away into mountain echoes into a town called Sunday cross an honor
Exquisite faraway beauty you stand out one flower among'st roses brightly
dazzle crowning blossoms stargazing lights up the dark Trawbega bay shore
Amazing colors adorable star spangling treasures gift pure to kiss holding hands
shading from the heart's desire misting dream of dreams promise wish
rainbows sweeping within deep mysterious beauty in your eyes awestruck
Melt with me into the shadows of another world floating mystery
Jewels of the Nile drifting deeply over ocean sands warmly embraced
in one treasure holding vision paradise queen swept away beautiful valentine
unrhymed terset
As midnight bursts like stardust on a cobblestone
My raw vision carries me beyond earth’s floor,
Where marbles with painted dots turn into hallways
And shamans in long robes on axis roam:
Here I write of gothic myths and folklore
Releasing secrets through drumbeats of old tribal songs
As dark mysteries lay deep on hidden pools…
The acid in my bones spreading unknown lyrics
While stylus of quill darts on flamed parchment
Unraveling my soul … coaxing the young to dream.
A Brian Strand Contest: End March 18 Standard
I’m a wild tulip, bending but
breathing beneath
a star-burnished breeze,
skimming the blazing
silk of supernova dust,
as sirens ricochet through
honeyed silence,
as though no dream has forgotten
the music of my muse,
whilst I sip from
the sky of ethereal ink:
his skin ~ my orbit,
his eyes ~ my ocean,
his lips ~ my universe,
pulling me to the
depths of desire,
for our light sings amidst
stillness that floats through ~
like an aquatic garden,
where water orchestrates
tides of temptation
and trembling tercets,
composing currents
of careful devotion…
O mystical moon,
must I serenade the sparks
that bloom beneath
your cosmic gaze?
I feel the astral frequency
of galaxies within veins,
like whimsical waves touching
the shifting shades
of shimmering silver,
whilst I remain apologetic
for the erased cadence of charm,
unlearned in quietness
amidst unseen constellations,
quivering in sync
with the quintessence
of quenched vows…
I was never a promised island ~
but a forgotten home,
with walls aching to be heard
beyond avoidant acrylics,
framed in rhinestone regrets.
So take me ~ twirl me,
like a swirling sapphire
carrying chaos of celestial flickers,
twisting and teasing
through traveling time of tornadoes…
Forgive me, as I relinquish
the mythical waterfalls,
their addictive affections
falling too fleetingly
for Capricorn captivation.
I am more than a mere vanilla version
of a vision illustrated in loneliness,
sugarcoated in rose-ruffled mists,
when dusk itself
drowned in drumbeats of disarray…
Women of a certain age
Pour hearts out on the written page.
Tarnished by a tangled past
Now silence gained a voice at last.
Between raising kids and husbands too,
And survival, jobs, free moments few,
Recording life behind their eyes,
The chores got done and families thrived.
Beauty wanes, youth’s spark subsides,
But a women’s wisdom steadily abides.
She stares out from her quiet home,
May the drumbeats of her heart be known.
Her favorite pen is close at hand
The fiercest sword within the land
For the woman who lived the fullest life,
Tells truth of human joy and strife.
Beware they say, she’s old and wise
No longer concerned with outward guise
She’s just as likely to boldly slay us,
To cut us down,and coldly play us.
Unshackled now from mediocrity,
Beware the woman who's been set free.
A Shaman's mind, filling with shimmering visions.
Reddening petroglyphs resurrected, so lightly breathing.
Wild horses running above arrowheads and starry plains.
An ancient hearth, chanting embers and drumbeats waning.
A deity floating into lavender canyon. Night pools dreaming.
Pinwheel hearts dancing along an eternal sky and sea.
The maple leaves and river rocks are forever softly speaking.
The stars are black tonight
They understand this indigo grief
to honor you, they dip their crowns
into the inkwell of infinity.
The stars are black tonight
mood pared by garish green
even the sun tastes of old dried blood
a heart wedged between tide and reef
the stars are black tonight, my love.
Will I ever embrace the grace of truer days,
when you coddled a nearly dead beloved pet
gave your time and lunch to that raggedy gent...
The thickest of your defenses stripped of all veneer...
The stars are black tonight, my dear.
This night lies, queerly tilted in the mind.
I've dreamt of you in thorny places
that I'd never care to seek nor find.
I'd much rather go completely blind; the stars are black tonight, my shine.
I imagine your skin kissing the cold earth.
Rain waters tickling that red kelp hair
swaying to the drumbeats' blight.
Of the final rest, there's no respite
The stars are black tonight.
A writhing viper, spat venom through the air.
Its toxic breath compelled the meek to despair.
The wild, thunderous decree, forced them to flee.
Into hiding, to scrub away threats to liberty.
Next a gilded map was etched in desert sand.
It ensnared the weary to invest in promised land.
But floods and droughts devoured the pilgrim’s trust.
Milk and honey promises, dissolved in choking dust.
Turn the wheel, turn it round.
Don’t let rusty spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through.
Hope is rising; Dharma's shiny new.
Brothers slay brothers who once held hands.
Now blood runs red, across the kinship sands.
Drumbeats call the masses to howl and obey.
Fighting endless wars for lies that all betray.
Incense burns with pungent smoke in eyes.
The priests lure the masses with face paint dyes.
Hallucinations reek crazy in maddened crowd,
With ancient voodoo curses read out loud.
The wheel turns slowly, its spokes begin to grind,
The darkened void of Aquarius haunts the mind.
The dark sky itself, tolls urgent alarms with a chime,
Counting down the dwindling steps of mortal time.
Yet from the muddy slime, a silver sliver arose,
It lifts the wheel that rust and ruin had froze.
It scrapes and oils the hub and spokes on the ground.
It wrenches Dharma's wheel round, round, right around.
Turn the wheel, turn it ‘round.
Don’t let the spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through,
Hope is waiting, shining new.
Lift the wheel, lift it high,
Silver hands will pierce the sky.
Turn the wheel, turn it round,
Spin the wheel of hope, unbound.
teeming with pride,
humble and its peen.
sometimes only wearing underwear.
culture so rare.
dancing on there own line of drumbeats,
minding there own a folk music.
so keen on their own particular heritage of kin,
made u of their own ideas and dreams.