Best Drummer Poems

The little drummer boy....

He played this beat for you!?

But you could not hear

Still, he kept rapping upon that drum ~

Even as the salty tears they did flow

Standing all alone?

While the Heavens rains, began to pour....

Yet, still, he played ~

With somber upon his face

As the world...

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Ratta tat tat, as he taps on his drum
The war isn’t over, it’s just begun
He’ll play that drum until the moon shines bright
He’ll play that drum till the stars come out at night
With bullets flying over head
He looks around and sees the dead
Explosions and smoke...

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"...Maybe they would allow me to dance,
perhaps they would leave me to dance;
let me ask the landlords,
If they would permit me to dance.."

Forty horsepower!
Sixty horsepower!!
The horses can keep their power;
Yeye Asiwaju's power is sufficient.

Who would not be amazed?
Half a century of cultural dance:
Dangling head like...

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Back to the beat
Even as the strumming sweat
Can’t wait to investigate
What we deem we procrastinate
Melody fine, blowing my mind
What beat is time
Time to watch the beat
Ever sweet
Tha’ rat a rat rat tat come on man off of that
Gimmie some sugar sweet and flow, flour do,...

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Two drummer boys rapped out a beat,
   As bitter cold froze hands and feet
   Both boys in war afraid to die
   True battle favours flying high
   Praying to live, until day's done.
   Dark angry clouds...

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The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
     as he beats of humanity wrapped in a shroud.

Well he beats of the rape and the killing of war
     and the mind mangling sorrow we blithely ignore
          and he beats of combatants who’re dying deceived
               while the merchants...

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Haven't felt warm since the end of the summer
Usually don't have a problem but this is a bummer
Where is that spring
Warm sunshine it brings
Only one more month and I'll be a happy drummer...

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He beats on the drum
The vibrations thrill
It makes me succumb
He goes for the kill

He sways as he plays
and beat after beat
puts me in a daze
He brings on the heat

My body's in time
to his every move
We are so in sync
This is a great groove

My eyes are...

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for J.C. Alldridge

Flagellant!
Flexor of the Temple's
Flexuous moulded walls
The high reliefs sallying through your
Flaunting fingers
Wrap the holy-comer with your
Invocatory maul
While word of Vedic prayer
Seeps from some steepening Brahmin wall

O stretched bowel of your potted paunch
In perspiration's puffing piped paean
Rivet the eyes of man and god
Outside the...

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Joey The Kangaroo Drummer

Joey The kangaroo
a marsupial from 
way down under blue 
in his pocket carries a drum

Ahh! But of course he plays
songs Olivia Newton John
wearing shoes made of clay
Kangaroo Joey plays drums
 


04/11/18 
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©...

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a try at beating time today
A poem sung a rondelay
thoughts transferred to someone's mind
with words repeated to remind
and stick so well they will repeat
in time to pulsic heartfull beat
a thousand years from now
should children bring to light
and sing 
my words of joy and hope and...

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I am a drummer boy for the Union Army. 
I am only 12 years old and I have left my home far away.
Feelings rushing through me: scared of dying, afraid of what will come at morning's light.
Nevertheless, my job is keeping the roll going.
I have...

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I have no comfort,
to bring to you… 
No drum to start a song. 
No gift for innocence. 

I have never lost a child. 
Let me cry now.

My most precious prayers,
to our heavenly Lord,
for every comfort, 
“You” will…need…

I can bring you a pie, 
I will bake...

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The little drummer boy....

He played this beat for you

But you could not hear

Still, he kept rapping upon that drum

Even as the salty tears began to flow

Standing all alone

As the Heavens rains began to pour

Yet still, he played

With somber upon his face

While the world about him

Continued...

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A little lad named Tommy Tum,
just wouldn’t listen to his Mum.
He’d loudly play with other boys,
and wouldn’t put away his toys.

Around the house he’d beat his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
Oh, how he loved to pound his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.

His father warned with a mean face:
“I make...

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