Chants Poems - Poems about Chants

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Chants There's Nothing Better Than The Feeling That You Get When You Begin: That You're Still Gonna' Win No Matter What. -Gray Squirrel 10/28/2024...

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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 giant cave, .... the rain Pitter...

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Give all best while blest, passing the test with God’s zest!!! Achieve Believe! Create Do great! Excel Fight...

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Comes from the garden all belle chants and the charming of the sublime trills...

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Psychedelics increase Poke fun at police Make Love ~ Grow Peace...

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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 little humans in a big big giant cave, .... the rain Pitter patter...

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The door rings I look up then back to my eggs and hash browns. The door rings I look up nobody I know, my first time here why should I know anyone! Back to the eggs. Two sunny-side-up, the busting of yellow yokes with a tip of toast --- O Lordy. I look up the waitress has bodacious tats, a phone bursts into song another vibrates as loud as a...

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Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon, the vituperation born from the womb of greed, the menace of recycled gangsters. Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin, the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins, Emi’lokan, The insanity accepted as norm, Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great grandfathers suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths, Emi’lokan,...

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Soothed light morning space flock of birds singing sweetly ancestral love songs...

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Chants of Mortals From the first cry out of the womb like a bay window Life presents a combat zone Though maternal and puny The soul knew it was an eternal race Tick-tack, tick-tack the race began Moments in life unfolds like a lotus Laying hold on the peduncle of hope Each day breeds disquietude From a child, to the springtime of life,...

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have to hear my plants who do sing in form of chants eating up ants...

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have to hear my plants who do sing in form of chants while eating up ants...

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***It seems to me that the most powerful countries in the world today, are at present, flexing their military muscles, just short of declaring war against each other. Is diplomacy still a viable tool for pacifying ...

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Rhyme is not the be-all and the end-all – the cadence supersedes, mellifluous. Counting syllables, as superfluous as the vowels contained in the word queue. Sounds in chants we danced to before writing – morae have primacy over meaning. Rhythm takes precedence, despite your leaning. And forced rhymes jar: him and dim do not rhyme! Rules are made to askew and be broken: double dactyl*:- flib-ber-ti-gib-bet-ing Defending contests fiercely --- gibbeting. Breaking your head to conform to design, rhyme. Puns, blasé efforts, but double...

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