Chanters Poems - Poems about Chanters

...A really wrong place for who must hide, All the roads leading to center wide… Where the sociable prays to be dumped, As he would never be skipped nor jumped… The opposite of periphery Of man......

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...The drums have restarted, the chanters proclaim The dancers with coup sticks in shadows remain The flames burn in tribute to death songs before Because only the dead —know the end of war......

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...I lament the misery of my femaleness and howl at the moon My garden alive with bursting thoughts of mightiness and plenty I am my mother’s savage daughter a Wiccan who will not swoon I run with wi......

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...You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still You end up here. Regret none of it –Dorianne Laux Those streets are now narrow ones that wind into each other all......

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... The chamber is empty And full of silence Columns hold it up Etched with scripture The dead live here Illuminating the walls A line of torches Burst with blue flame In the very c......

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...shuffling feet recede with the sinking heat shadow chanters possess the street sidewalk dancers work their song the mind a clenched fist pounding a one beat drum a hustle in lunacy chas......

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...air bends against my body touching willows in the wind the stream curves below drifting and then pulls back again constant movement a weave and thread shades of white and grey ......

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...Oh! Do see and behold Of  mother and womb The writings on the wall Crouching about the world so high Their presence you can't deny Hallelujah,           hallelujah,                     hall......

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...Augury tones spoke of omnipresence, placed their own conception for world became. Begotten mad. Begotten mania. She watched the mad, the mania for years. Empty devotion behind their death-masks. ......

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...Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and infantile sands, Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores, Whence the awakened were dreamers bestridin......

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...We of humble heart protest Doubtless is the passion Circumventing hapless fools Protesting indignation. We humble objector’s loot Incensed- why not- lets frenzy Like raving zombies- look cops......

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...They passed your way young soldiers, their names we'll not forget. They marched to tunes of glory, with the cadence of a vet. While pipers played their chanters, the drones made mystic sounds. T......

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