Drumming Poems - Poems about Drumming

The sky, a bruise of fading blue and grey, Holds breath suspended at the close of day. Then, just a whisper, a reluctant sigh, The first fat drop descends from on high. Not gentle tears but plummets bold and stark, That shatter dust and leave their watery mark. A sudden violence, a cleansing sweep, Awakening earth from its sun-drenched sleep. The parched brown...

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unquestioning faith propaganda sweet like candy follow me says the lie Cemeteries buried with good intentions And the Drumming Gets Louder Knowledge is taught wisdom is not The sweet taste of candy turns sour When God is played like a juke box But He can't be bought many have tried And the Drumming Gets Louder I wonder why for power For the history books and...

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Rains tapping on metal roof- ancient musical instruments...

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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 connection To where he went When he left his soul It must...

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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 , dappled on forest floor illuminating fungi and watery...

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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... oh race more stuck up than ever ...

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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 resonance; influenced also by surface temperature, humidity of the room, and the...

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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 Yoruba wail and the Lakota chant, the bells on the drums...

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Drums Beaten by ladies fingers Sticks now, to do dong,dong Drumsticks adding Ladies fingers Cooked into dishes Feeling tasty tongues...

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

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

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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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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 the air, Commanding to not even think, And they throb and...

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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 may be, to fight. Or maybe, those unique rolls and the...

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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 layers rising chanting echoing way inside my head is something...

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