Best Drums Poems

Jungle Drums

Well known was Molly by gossips
Words fell so easy from her lips
They always found ready ears
Revered was she amongst her peers

A casual meeting Molly made
Good conversation she displayed
Invited then to mothers meeting
Where received a rapturous greeting

For all the ladies gathered there
Knew Molly had a...

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We have always been careful,
Avoiding conflict,
Shunning hostility,
Confronting squabble,
But none of us were prepared when the elders called:
“Sound the drums!”
Discord erupted,
No one was certain of what to do, 
So we scrambled to the dusted weapons our ancestors had left for us,
“Those are for warriors!” a villager...

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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...

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My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's...

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SONIDOS DE LOS TAMBORES DEL RÍO
COMO EL SONIDO DEL BEAT VA, TUM, TUM, TUM
A medida que el sonido del tambor late boom, boom y boom
Corriente de las aguas del río fluyendo;
Bajando los valles gritando.
Fluyendo donde puede tragar;
Las aves descienden, picoteando los cuerpos de peces que...

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Listen to the Conga drums speak
Drench my soul with the spirited beat
Break the chains from around my feet
And sprinkle some rum on the street.
Listen to the conga drums speak
Penetrating mystics’ way out in the deep
Electrify the sleeping dead
Exhume innocent bodies and balm them again.
Listen to...

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Like a strong heart beat, sends out a warning signal
The natives are restless, they know that danger is near
Mothers grab the little ones as they play
Fear fills every bone in their bodies from the call
Every eye watches, if he should appear
Slowly and quietly, he stalks...

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thunder drums loudly
the black angels all tap dance
God is really mad...

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The ceaseless beating of a drum,
fast marks our days ‘til we are done.
Our time will come, our time will come.

Listen, listen, can you hear it?
Growing louder as you near it,
as men of courage, cowering, fear it.

A distant, daunting, haunting hum,
vibrations of a tympanum,
of time to...

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Beating loudly
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Are the drums of peace really beating?
But there is no peace coming.
Look around you across the world
Bombs, missiles and guns fired all in line 

Come and see the blood on the streets
Our fellow humans having no clothes, bed or even a sheet
A 4 year old...

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In the pitch black night
The forest, an orchestra
A jungle drum beats...

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I.

In the beginning was the Single Stroke Roll—
left-right, left-right, the primordial heartbeat
of existence itself, each alternation a binary choice
between being and non-being, the eternal paradiddle
of consciousness striking against the drumhead of reality.

Listen: the Buzz Roll of morning traffic—
ten thousand souls creating multiple bounces
against the stretched...

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                                   Pulsating rhythm
        ...

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Eight Years Old

I’m eight years old, nearly nine
But I’ll never get there
There’s not enough time
I’m a delinquent youth
Trapped in an old body
I’d still love a trainset
Though I am a fuddy duddy.
Clothes at Christmas, but
I feel slightly miffed
I wanted a gadget
For my Christmas gift.
New headphones, or
A...

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