#chant
Wovoka I wish
Drum chant dance ‘neath sun and star
Brought warrior conquest
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
Before the world called us black,
We were bronze, shining in royal grace.
We were complete, nothing we lack.
Fly with me now, through poetic space,
To a land where legends never die,
Where every stone tells a tale,
And bronze plaques are tongues of ancestors,
Still speaking, still loud, still real.
We built walls without cement, but with resolve,
No empire walked through without bowing first.
We lived in a Utopia, before they came,
Thieves of time, looters of sacred flame.
Not all white‑looking birds are eagles,
Ask the ones who plundered our treasures.
But the bronze whispered till the world listened.
We, the children of the soil, rise again.
Not just children of history, we are history itself.
So when you speak of kingdoms…
Whisper Benin with respect.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
Its the aesir, to reason th' you
For matter of what soul
Be in due, isnt death th' could
Its the aesir, to mind honor to
To proverb a skeletons
Lived longer than any should
Its the aesir, in right of the due
To come rest th' world
As Th' Collector introduced.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 9:18 AM UTC
I can not do it, I can't
Did everything one is supposed too and still failed
Wasn't expecting to faceplant
I wanted it, prayed for it, dreamed about it and it sailed
My plea rang out like a chant
Gave up? I played to the buzzer, when the buzzer sounded I trailed
All hope I was forced to recant
Before I knew it I blew it, my loss was unveiled
©2023
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 2:14 PM UTC
At the crack of a new dawn,
I opened the window of my heart and invited:
Love to shelter,
Fragrance of flowers to diffuse,
A spring of hope to bloom,
Blue butterflies to dance,
Nightingale birds to sing,
And nature to chant with her silent language!
Hussein Dekmak
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 12:40 AM UTC
breath of solstice breeze
lilac tipped with sun dried grass
cicadas sharp chant
Sep 21, 2021
Sep 21, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
Tonight , I shall
dance around a open fire
burn the sage
Chant and Dance
Sing to her the mother
Ask for her blessings
for her protection
And she will
answer you
Give unto her your truth
Let her blessing be your guide
Listen to her
As she sings
with the wind
When she rages
fear not the storm
Let her release
her rage is magic
If you stop and feel it
Fear not
In all she does
It's for you and those
who believe
She is truth she is magic
Witch you may say
but let me tell you
That word is precious
Its who she is
its who I've am
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
7/20/21
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 12:54 AM UTC
Falling,
Falling
Down now
No, there's
No hope for
You now
Just as
The fire
Dies down
No, there's
No coming
Back now
Fading,
Fading
Slow now
So long,
Lights out
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
Alone she goes in the woods
- dark robes covering her womanhood -
No other thoughts shaping her angular face
But the will to burn Autumn leaves.
A fire set on the auburn ground
- a muddy dough of death -
Begs her coming as flame rise high
And smoke signals the way.
No tears no loud cries
No regrets nor fears
The wish to burn away her past
Stronger than the waving of spears.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 1:40 PM UTC
Poetry is a
garden of wild
flowers
I've yet come to
admire
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
Of roses and others more
Of lovers and jewels of ore:
I collect tears from bright pink fears
And Gregorian chants for my ears.
Of roses and others more
Of poses and artists' core:
A glance of lavender and thyme
As souls swing through time.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
License to die,
Contract to ****
That was the deal,
Buried my heart,
Wore a mask
And blood spills
Inhumanly human,
Tears floods my heart,
Yet, I stand head high
Even with death
Staring into my eyes
Chanting,
No guts!
No glory!
For I am a lethal weapon
And no one dies twice!
As I leave my body
I remain loyal
To Alfa,
Died a Romeo for my country,
Served as Mike,
Till we meet in Yankee,
Even in afterlife my symbol is peace
But my loyalty belongs
To the
Alfa Romeo Mike Yankee.
©Nalli
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 8:31 AM UTC
Things are always not in same order
They get broader and broader...
Take me as an example
Time ago my heart was temple
Now I don’t care anything as I used to
I was not treating people as I do…
My heart was broken many times
But I fool was busy in making rhyme…
People make fun and say I don’t have mind
Someone please go and tell them
I have mind but you don’t have kind
Things are always not in same order
They get broader and broader…
To have someone our heart act
But after sometime it becomes contract
This is surely not god’s creation
If u acts just natural
You will always remain bachelor...
Don’t be what you are and be a fool
Show the world what you can and remain cool..
This is today's happy life mantra (chant)
Live life king size is only a sapna(dream)
Things are always not in same order
They get broader and broader...
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
*Keanu, salvum fac pópulum tuum.
et benedic hæreditati tuæ;
Dona ad victoriam imperator,
super hostes eorum.
et ex quo imperium tuum,
habitationem tuam substravisti.*
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC
brewing potion with ritual
reciting chants, merely verbal
niching these little caviar
a mixture of gravitas and war
such ladle so long enough to combine
a virgin's blood with a spoon of wine
perhaps adding a buckskin would suffice
this hellcat's hellacious bliss
a bushel of a misogynist's intestine,
must not forget to hitch gobs of sharks fin,
augment a pair of an old man's sight
then smatter the hogs' teeth bite
sing song this dark lullaby
you ought to hear plead and cry
smell and smear this fatal brew
any life it shall take and shoo
death will come and it will reign
blood will begrime and it will stain
thoroughly toting the daring deathly hex
seeking a prey who must be next
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
Sing me not songs of stars,
Bring your ears to my breast,
You will hear the songs of my heart.
Not just of the moon and sun,
But those of the universe.
Bring me not flowers
Nor butterflies.
Exalt my presence
For you are rose — most pleasant
And you are my butterfly — more elegant.
Take me not to places worth milk and honey,
Take me to your heart
The deepest and calmest part
Let me rest there
Under its gracious sky
With you beside me,
Gazing at the inner beauty of you.
For no treasure is beyond there.
©ABDULMALIK JIBRIL
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
I will sing my monody with pride
No matter if you happen to cry
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
Oh! Here in my
heart, in my
heart of hearts,
is the name of my love,
my love.
Oh! Here in the
cleft, in the
deepest of deep
places, sheltered
from the wind,
and the sun,
and the sea,
is the name of my love,
my love.
There, my love
in my heart of hearts,
in the dark
of my fear,
and my sorrow,
and regret,
within me forever;
comfort and
solace.
In the fires of
my heart, in the
rivers of my blood,
as life, as the life
of the land, is my love,
my love.
And on my lips,
on the wings of
my breath, is her
name, my love.
In the times
of my gladness,
in the gladness
of my soul,
when my skin
trembles with
the spirit and
sensation, then
am I the gladder,
far more than
any man,
than any at all
in the telling of
this earth,
for I know what
it is to hold
love in my heart.
Yes I know
what it is
to hold love
in my heart.
And I hold you
in my heart,
in my heart,
in my heart.
Oh I tell you
love, you who
dwell within me,
in my breath
as the lands breath,
in my bones
as the lands bones.
If that time too
should come,
if that most blessed
time should
come in its time,
in its time that is
its own time,
and our lips meet,
seed and seeds
desire, there
after long yearning;
after the longest
of long yearnings.
Oh, I know not
what I'd do,
oh my love,
oh my love.
Oh, to know
what I'd do,
oh my love,
oh my love.
But I think that
I'd burst, oh
my love,
my love.
As the dam in
the springtime,
my love,
my love.
But to feel your
touch, your touch
that burns, and
to drink your eyes,
as the pine and
hearthlight,
to know of your
scent, that of
all others is
your own,
and to breathe your
breath, as one,
as one.
To breathe of your
breath, as one,
as one.
Oh for this
do I yearn,
oh my love,
oh my love.
And for this
I'd yet yearn,
oh my love,
my love.
though I withered
in the blaze, oh
my love,
my love.
For in my heart,
in my deepest
heart, yea, in the
deepest of deep
places, there you
are, my love,
and your name is on
the point of my
lips, to fly,
to fly.
To fly as the eagle
flies, swiftly and
with great soaring.
It is you and none
other that I love,
I love.
And in these words
do I tell it, my love,
my love.
Though they fall
unanswered, my love,
my love.
Here is my cry.
Here is my cry.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
Chants in droning, layered voices
spin around me as the portal whips and swirls.
Vision leaves for blindness, then
returns again in purple tunnels, bending, twisting.
My mind appeals to enlightened reason
as a pain begins to escalate.
Somehow, I know the feeling coming,
and this one, I do not want to come.
My feathers and my skin, then reject
my body in its whole. I feel it peel away.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
I dreamt a dream but when the night was young,
And the moonlight sang lullabies,that doves-
Fair-feathered slept to,while boughs at guard hung,
Like a lover stands eyeing her, he loves.
I dreamt a dream that I had discovered,
In the most unexpected of places,
In epiphanic manner uncovered,
The true possessor of divine graces.
There was a chant that I heard in the dream,
That made me, unknowingly, pledge my soul;
Thus, 'To thee,to thee' did I sing and scream,
And woke up,as if released on parole.
(Later.)
Queen Mab,yet again blessed me at hour wee,
And O, did I dream? And what did I see?
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC