Maracas Poems - Poems about Maracas

...I'm a baby. I move constantly. Amazingly constantly. And I flutter hard. Amazingly hard. Why? Because I'm rehearsing. I'm rehearsing moving like I mean it. I'm rehearsing being strong like......

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... The maracas of leafy trees whisper rhythms to the wind, a quiet song of December. Four days---- left to go--- till the year ends, and time spills forward, its hands brushing pas......

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...Can you hear them? The tribal chants Chanted only when a member advance Can you feel it reverberating in your bones? Can you hear the distant tribal people's tones? With binoculars - watch th......

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...Shake em, baby There was a young man from Caracas Who proved very good with maracas He played them so loud Pleasing the crowd But eventually, he drove us crackers......

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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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... shaking maracas in the pale yellow moonlight dancing with the stars ......

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...It was a strange sort of day A Heavy treacley sky That seemed too thick For any bird to even try to fly. The city lay in waiting for Celebrations to begin The Fiesta of Fiestas Days of mil......

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... Oh, to be in Trinidad when the hot scented currents flow, from East Dry River to Nariva samaan and silk cotton tree grow. Where whisperin’ palms reach across island reef and coconut......

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..."La Marque Ultime" In reference to future we have collaberated to bring forth a Union of companies who in the interest of pro Wrestling and Great Entertainment, have United to create ......

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...Nine years my leave had spanned travelling to my island in the sun. A native son returning his native land where the journey had all begun And I by the grace of God s......

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...The wind crashing against my eardrums, drumming the most beautiful beat. Birds chirping in the distance, Sing such a sweet melody. Lightning crashes down on the cymbals. Could this be th......

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...Conceived and born in the rainforest I have traversed the Savanna and the Mangrove I have trudged through its Swamp And dwelt I have in its Woodland But I only bear tales of The Montane and ......

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...My rhino can play the flute And is good at the maracas to boot Alas he is quite forlorn For his flute bangs into his horn So now he has a saxophone to toot......

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...Arsenals of axes brought by the crate Pedals increasing experimental Trashy dissections of raw cityscapes NYC rockers gone transcendental Static blasts shredding the off-key high pings Maraca......

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...Unwana, Unwana, I have chosen you amongst the daughters of men, amongst the maidens of my felon tribe, to bear the torch of our waning kindred… Unwana, I have chosen you, favoured one, out of t......

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