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She moved like a sylph in the breeze, What a sight to see such synchronicity, Boots striking time with quiet authority, A baton tracing arcs in the air, As the world fell in step behind her.
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May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
Rorisang
Die before you die Be in the world not of it The drum a heartbeat
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
The Circle Haiku
Wovoka I wish Drum chant dance ‘neath sun and star Brought warrior conquest
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
Ghost Dance Haiku
I’ve got a friend who has Words like a drum, Words like a drum, Words like a drum. You’ll feel it pass through you With a heart-beating thrum, Raindrops’ pitter patter echo All she has done. I’ve got a friend who has Words that come down, Heavy like leaden-footed Giants abound. She’ll take your breath away And you’ll feel it in your bones, It shakes down the mountains Wherever she goes. I’ve got a friend whose words Land like a punch. Staccato but it always hurts Far too much. She fights every battle Like it’ll make her enough For words filled with love While hers are cold to the touch.
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Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
Words Like a Drum
ticket to the train station tempted to train my motivation singing swan songs for my salvation toking for a moments vacation, coaching vocation warp the world around my thumb sway to the beats of my drum angels pick me up, scared to become all the things i have been ashamed of iridescent sparkles that were judged as vain steady shovelling the **** shaving down the over grown bushes the path was there all along; i see her now what the **** was i even doing
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Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 12:29 PM UTC
over grown bushes
rddpc your word of honor lives on our very heart beat drum is us, God let his heart beat forever reign peaceful my lover divine . ~~~ He left me as I guarded silence in shock in my prime later again. I remained decades sunstruck in love with this King my twin no matter what I just do. ~~~ His shamanic drum and ink is my heart beat raising and pausing as I burn bittersweet at the sound of his drum beating getting closer thus my beloved materializes in my arms again and again whispering "baby baby"  in my ear for hours in the same hot Atlas. worshipping him. ~~~ { JC felt like Rhett B in GWTHW with Scarlet O running to women mad for his all instead of being true to himself and stay with me whom he truly loved to fall in love after asking a few key questions to see me eye to eye.😂} ✓\✓\✓\__________________________ °°° His foot steps ink and all I hear as his familiar rose scent tickles his chin and I see them there; then slowly my candle is blown off. my heart stops ✓}✓\_________ I am never alone our union warps etched in time and space as a painting safe inside a fortress of loves sacred parameters and divine brain art. °°° His whispering drum drumming remained embedded deep in my soul. The love of my life my heart beating he guards His word of honor he gave to be so and so it is thanks Heaven for his loving ways . ~~~~ √/✓\✓\/√√ √\√\√\√\√√ \√\√\√\. Karijinbba.
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Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 11:51 PM UTC
Dear Shamanic Drum
lustful and untrustful screaming matches and rebuttals worn out muscles and tear puddles but what did we win, cards caving in whichever way you try to spin swan song on the violin whichever play you do your eyes get under my skin I can see the hurt, the guilt, the shame I tried to heal, build, and begin again and again return to my zen listening to Gwen escape to my four white walls and write songs each melody washes away the pain of yesterday each harmony bringing back the colour to the gray lifeless self I let my body become dancing to the beat of my own drum
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Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 12:58 PM UTC
zEn
Show us your wings African child, Prove to the world you can fly: You know you can fly. Show us your soul African child, Prove to the sky it is bluer: You know it is bluer. Show us your Magic African child, Prove to the night you are a dream: You know you are a dream. Show us your fire African child, Prove to all you are a dancing flame: You know you are a dancing flame.
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
WHEN THE DRUMS BEAT
_I am not my words, Nor am I the letters from which they are formed; I am a beating drum, A cacophony, A riot keeping pace with mortal time; Spinning order thriftily, So as not to cheapen the divinely proclaimed language of the soul._
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
Meditation
* ~ *I stir as the sun grazes the lines of my face The heart beats fast, a wardrum in its cage The song of *doom boom doom echoes,* the pain spins on its lace But I know that I'll move forward, For I'll flower, not stay the same* ~ *
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
Wardrum
You make my heart beat like a drum echoing in a darkened hallway
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
Drum
beating on the rough skins tummy to vibration ;               the strum                     that actions                your cutting heart wetting out for mammal i clown on the drums go to town vetting out the taughtless thought within you it's tough it is trough seeking you out your sputting heart a mation behind the curtain a certainty somewhere gulls creation your bird of weather your brimstone your ***** of feather your tell your chore and your wreckage yard I pass you a code to rive free your missive with glee you can mare yawn over into public with folds scruff and a sodden little battle cry I drum for this I drum for your honest heart that you can be locomotion you can be domicile to yourself sparkhouse
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
SparkHouse
I love You because you're like Poetry to me - filling up my lungs with fresh, thin breeze; I love You because you make my Heart skip a beat - for it can't take this drumming - crazy - that's growing inside of me.
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Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Why I love You
Hear the drumming? On point Off note No tea No sympathy Battle drum Stratagem Clouded Shroud A waving flag A wavering comfort Peacefully Pierced Sharp pain Dull wound Pretty house with a white picket fence and dethorned rose garden, the bread crumbs lead to selfish tendencies Detach Separate "Cut the kids in half" Part for daddy Part for mommy Let them cry themselves to sleep The drums shall stop Divided worlds United cruelty Bedtime Bedlam Rush of blood Knives out The drumming never stops Sudden isolation swallows them whole...
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Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC
Staccato