Maraca Poems - Poems about Maraca

...A leaf dried to brown maraca, rustles. Moon-beam driven breeze, curls in ears, whispers. Subtle call of summer's passing, puzzles. As green summer grass fades to grey, whiskers. You can hear th......

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... As they hurried to the door, the sounds of laughter and shouts from outside faded but never completely disappeared. They could still hear the teenagers chanting and the Bunny making sarcastic comme......

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...The museum had a festive treat – A Puerto Rican band, With drums and one maraca, Beats that we could understand. The leader on the primo* drum Explained about their style And the only femal......

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...Twirling into the wind Steps moving to a pace Hips swinging to the beat Ears Feeling the Timbre The tune to a melody Its base a Bongo Shaking to a Maraca Accents to a Trombone He is the Lead ......

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...Aibohphobia Fear facing this penning Then when I started I found what was this preventing A car, a man, a maraca When he played the maraca while driving My attention became dismayed And I was only s......

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