Short Drumbeats Poems
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Life Rhythm
rain drumbeats my shelter
reach for the blanket you made me
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For Brian's Spaces Contest
Ear-splitting rants...
Defiant drumbeats
~ What do they teach my child?
Day 8 of the Chicago Teacher's Strike
Saturday, October 26, 2019
No one would claim their equal…
each the promised man
“Hunting what the others feared,
drumbeats called from far and near,
ghosts were dancing—vision clear”
The Northern Cheyenne
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
A lone bugle wept as it wrapped
its plaintive message ‘round her heart
Why relentless drumbeats for another
raised hope anew for her brother
Is not ours to fathom unless
we close our eyes to death
teeming with pride,
humble and its peen.
sometimes only wearing underwear.
culture so rare.
dancing on there own line of drumbeats,
minding there own a folk music.
so keen on their own particular heritage of kin,
made u of their own ideas and dreams.
Oh, rain,
talk to me
with your loquacious
pitter-patter.
Tell me what you think,
with your drumbeats
on my window pane.
Quench my thirsty soul
with your copious droplets.
Fill my nose with the scent
of newly watered soil.
Lead me to a dance
on the pavement
with your perfect rhythm.
When the heart beats like a drum,
The sun surrenders, the soul
We call out your name, Sweet Africa
We send rhythms into the wind
We dance like rivers, into the Nile
We rumble like thunder
Drumbeats awaken our spirits
Let the heart of this drum, brings us
Back home to the soul of Mother Africa
Raindrops play a rhythmic refrain
Melodies falling from the sky
Drizzling drumbeats on window pane
Raindrops play a rhythmic refrain
Sometimes soft, then thunders again,
With cymbals crashing from on high
Raindrops play a rhythmic refrain
Melodies falling from the sky
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Sound of the drumbeats stirred a move
As they gathered for the war dance
With movements to percussion's groove
Sound of the drumbeats stirred a move
Prepared for war, their skills to prove
Blazing fire put them in a trance
Sound of the drumbeats stirred a move
As they gathered for the war dance
6-12-2024
There were shades of tranquility
aching 'neath civilization's cry,
still blood was shed amid glorified
borders of battlefield's convoluted calling,
each magnified footprint pooled crimson
filled ideologue's of disenchantment
amidst revolutions of ill-chosen power,
marching to drumbeats of fool's gilded dogma
A Shaman's mind, filling with shimmering visions.
Reddening petroglyphs resurrected, so lightly breathing.
Wild horses running above arrowheads and starry plains.
An ancient hearth, chanting embers and drumbeats waning.
A deity floating into lavender canyon. Night pools dreaming.
Pinwheel hearts dancing along an eternal sky and sea.
The maple leaves and river rocks are forever softly speaking.
different drumbeats, separate Lives
he inhales the wind song
a static cling to yesterday
held in his heart until his melody fades
life, love, hope circle the drain
aging realist at one with his pain
love’s last aria
melancholy oboe resigns with setting sun
when two are no longer one
chasm widens between haunting roars
tribal drums on opposite shores
Called by the Spirit, creator of all things,
Protector of Life, Healer, The Peoples Guide.
Freeing the Soul with drumbeats, the Shaman sings,
Traveling other worlds, where secrets may hide.
Restoring Life to Balance, with Peace it brings,
between Flesh and Spirit, when Joy will abide.
A lonely path the Shaman walks with Wisdom,
while comforting the People, when troubles come.
For the 8 lines Native Cultures contest.
The Red Dress Regalia
Waning spirits sigh, the roaring ocean calls
Her playground, the coolest place ever
Dressed in flamboyant ruffled regalia
Fiery guitar scales in the background strum
Drumbeats from her hammering heals
Scuff marks adorn the wooden boards
that her father laid down for her floor
under optical delusion of a lampshade
a mind wanders in its own galaxy.
among echelons of stars infinite
in drumbeats of magical alchemy.
passions of expensive dreams dazzle
only sweet scent of soft petals.
a smiling face keeps convincing
a heart promises to beat in unison.
wanton restless water tames into a stream
rocked against anarchy of feelings,
through mountains of unseen bruise.
yet the stream never meets the sea.
As we walked towards the festival
We hear the drumbeats and the chanting
Soon we were close enough to view the dancers
Fantastic costumes - red, blue, green, yellow
All the dancers were wearing feathers and pieces of metal
which jangled at they danced
Surrounded by onlookers the dancing
reached a fever pitch
The winners were announced
Later, buffalo burgers and a look around
at Native American crafts
Great way to spend a warm Saturday in June
They tell me I love you.
They say that when I laugh with you;
my eyes shine like cowrie shells in shrines,
my cheeks dimple in gaiety,
my pulse thumps rapidly like the drumbeats of the gods.
They tell me I love you.
They say that my legs tremble like a virgin sacrifice
when I meet you.
They say that my body sways towards you
like a falling leaf drawn to the ground.
They tell me I love you.
But what saddens me shadow of my dreams,
they don’t tell me you love me!
Let me speak of words
Those machines of evil!
The cogs and pulleys of influence,
drumbeats of the longest march
called the human endeavor
First heard as motherese,
later teaching the ABC's
They fill our ears with lies,
and our heads with alibis
They drape themselves in tinsel,
bedecked with popular acclaim
All the while concealing the poisoned talon
O beware of words!
Take care to use with deliberation,
as they hatch from the mother egg
I hear the music of high and low tides
The cheers as the sea bursts in clapping waves
High it is, as the sea has reached its aim
Its heart for so long drawn to the coastline
Sitting pretty under moonlit skyline.
And even when the sea is at low tide
Hear its cheering continue on faintly
Like the sounds of distant drumbeats, waiting
Its surface sparkling bright in the sunlight
The shore captivated in tides of delight.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.22.10
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