Best Drumming Poems

I think we are all drummers – 
of course, drum musicians know
that drumming is not just pounding
on the skins (well, vinyl these days) – 
there is also, soulful brushwork, and
finessing of symbols...not everyone a crash; 
drums breathe -- all parts -- from outer
shells to inner...

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Listen to the muffled padded strumming

     of hooves beating the ground with a thumping sound,

    Playing out a galloping tuneful drumming,

    As rider and horse become one with freedom found.


    No soulful...

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Red would be a snare
Green the hi hat, blue the kick
Yellow the big crash!...

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Trying to find
The happiness of 
Trying to find
The way
They kept him on life support
I sat outside and would not move
He had suffered greatly from his heart attack
I tried to pray but I had no connection
I had an old original native drum
Could I have found a...

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The old beaten dashboard in my old beaten car,
Is my old beaten down drumming kit,
And whenever I sit at a set of red lights, 
Each hand is a magic drum stick,

Recreating the moment Phil Collins kicks on, 
Into the air tonight,
Onto My doorbell, Blue orchid,...

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Drums in the distance;
Thundering booming
Echo the heartbeat
A people’s story;
Native pulse pounding.

Celebration
Of ancestral
Heritage is,
Necessary.

All one tribe;
Remember
The voices;

We are 
All the,

Same.




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in hired spring and naked thighs

the eternal sorrow did not go, it was living in our
memory under the gun of an unknown soldier. The
mania

had brought the overwhelming jeopardy of artificial
smiles, the swords, and ropes and different

tools of torture brew abomination, my clay
absorbs the shock, the...

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When you listen
    a plate screaming
    and  thus  a pan in the kitchen...
    It's a sign that there's a man
    messing with it without
    knowing how to move......

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Slow and deliberate the drums march on, 
Flooding the air with a sound,
Seducing the masses to obey every beat, 
Commanding the masses to drown,

In the ritual of now, the ritual of float, 
The rise up and grow like a spring,
Commanding the masses be free in...

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it's always been a mystery 
why i am so moved day or night 
at the sound of native drumming 
when loudly my heart thumps in rhythm 
ducking logic with every beat
stirring deep primal emotions 
awakening dormant passion 
releasing unchartered tension 
setting free inner vibrations 
beneath...

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DRUM CIRCLE
FEBRUARY 16, 2018

Tonight we talked to the earth
with our drums, our pulsating prayers
a rhythm and blues, a galloping growl,
an angry lament, a wretched outpouring
at the new Hunger Moon, at the latest mass
shooting, at a winter of despair in an amoral
era of high-tech and hate!
The...

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Out of the blue from head to toe,                                     ...

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In the tree by my house, 
Lived, a black rumped flameback, with its spouse.
Their oscine songs and undulating flight were my daily delight.

Oh! Today it was flicking the rear-view mirror of my car,
May be, it found another song bird inside.
Jabbing and drilling to play or...

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PRELUDE.
When the sky and world are dark no sounds are heard in the woods. Perhaps the scrabbling of night creatures on the hunt fo food. But no sound of woodpeckers ra ta tatting, bird song is diminished  owls glide in silent flight. Moonlight ,...

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drums
chanting
natural
native rhythm
healing nurturing
medicine man
shamanic
drumming
truth...

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