MUTED TONES
numerous
paridisal
elongated
eurhythmic
hierarchical
backgrounds
radiance
glimpsed
in
esoteric
embodiments
aspiring
& initiated
to
stylise
intimate
illusions
of
fellowship
orientation
generic
revivals
ironic
ambitious
elements
SETTING BACKGROUNDS-:-
writing
inner
thoughts
appearing
alongside
now slipping from MEMORY
thriving
faint
images
signature
types
of SUPERLATIVES
outlined
uncertainties
regarding
visionary
ideas
humming bees and flies
prismatic graphic backgrounds ~
sweet salad season
Place: 3
The We in THEY
the I in MI
The Uno Number One
it who talked about
it's all about them
It you It's me
it's us
THE WHOLE THING!
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Kiss me One hundred times
call me your man....Hold up!
We looking for Bookings and Dates!
What ya'll wanna hear?
What we gonna sing!
Inspiration and motivation
might money do it's thing!
Lemonade in the shade
That's right my Freind
we wanna get paid!
Music we got that!
Style that aint but ah thing!
We gonna write song beautiful Lyrics
get right when we sing!
ooh's in the right place
verse and chorus on track
Doo wee whoomp
whoompah ditty doo that!
Leader of the Band
Star of the show
Backgrounds forgrounds
Lady let me know!
Kiss me One Hundred times.
Hold me close
Say your mine.
We goona say this one more time
Money will get us there!
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Tis:Tis, that: that
I'm what you want
Me: that's where it's at!
Backbeat thats neat
Shuffle feel
see thats real
Justifacation of his ACTS
Gully washer
Buckeroo
Call me We got
all that!
I adore sketching birds and flowers
spending long hours on the details.
Colored pencils give life,
and leafy backgrounds too.
A nice calm hobby
to pass the day.
Love to show
my friends
too !
METAPHORS OF LIGHT-:-
upward
floating
shaped
contemporary
backgrounds
in a CLEARED VORTEX
interpreted
stylised
outline
entirely
legitimate
in FULL FLOWERED
indivisible
contemporary
aspiration
elevate
creativity8k9
Picture this
A perfect portrait of what could be
A snap shot in time
A memory frozen in warmth
A flash of serenity
If I could hold every second in this camera of love
Would it be blurry or undeveloped
Could it be a work of art
Could it take me away
Pictures of the past still grey
Glimpses unsteady because of a fearful hand
No film to devolp when it stays hidden
Backgrounds of what love use to be cloud my judgement
Try to crop it try to block out the pain
But it never seems to be what it needs to be
The lense I look through is always cracked
Always broken from me
Peices of a heart broken in shreds
If I took a picture of what has become
The shot continues to fade with each year
I just need a digtal print where I have moved past
What the zoom distorts and clearly see
everything this tripod of life can hold for me.
Planning a dream vacation traveling through Africa.
An African safari, our dream to enjoy capturing the memories
by photographing. We’ll mingle and learn about the people
with different backgrounds, cultures, and traditions.
And enjoy the energetic ritual dance and rhythm of
the African drums. Camp under the ebony stars
with the wild scent of firewood.
Explore the wildlife in their natural habitats.
Marvel at the sight of the massive gray elephants
beneath sapphire skies as their butterfly-wing ears flap
in communication and to cool down. Observe their long,
dexterous trunk, a nose, and part of their upper lip,
used like a tool to drink, feed, work, and communicate
with people and their own. To enjoy in wonder while they walk
in a group like hills across a sea of bush or forest, putting one foot
in front of the other in a pendulum-like motion in a graceful
movement lifting dust into the air, as they travel to the nearest
river to drink and bathe in a peaceful color wheel. Of warm
golden hours of fiery oranges and deep purples.
12/23/2025
This is a place where we put our emotions out there
We write about our fantasies or our ugly nightmares
Releasing so much stress by using our virtual pen
So many backgrounds we don't know where to begin
Reading the lettrs of others we are highly impressed
We write to get our bottled up emotions off our chest
There isn't a better word to describe this application
For most of us it's our therapy and our medication
This is another way we can open up from the inside
We have so many penpals in whom we can confide
Thoughts through the new "Musist" app are expressed even better
We all thank Drew Bartkiewics for starting with lettrs
{THIS POEM WAS DEDICATED TO DREW BARTKIEWICS WHO CREATED AND OWNS THE APP NAMED "MUSIST" WHICH WAS PREVIOUSLY NAMED "LETTRS" }
Love has been described as a battlefield as it can leave us with scars that can be seen and unseen by others.
Especially when the notes are singing in harmony.
A Harmony that is purely Bella to the fall of the first winter snow.
Snow that calms the hot ground from the heat that escaped the summer and landed into late Autumn.
Both forms of love are based on the unity of love.
Cold and hot cannot exist without one another.
Even when they oppose one another they are still brought together by the Melody and Harmony of music and life.
They are the love born of constant sadness and perseverance of truth.
They come from the unity of two that have different backgrounds that were meant to unify for a complete bliss that begins with four angels, and ends with more bliss.
Nothing can be done as all of the Gods, including the one that is the chief of all has ordained it!
The Prayer of the Outsider
(A little old lady whispers all alone in the cold. Looking up at the rain filled sky.)
Dear God
You brought me to life from nothing
To try to do something
To share kindness
Compassion and a light for those in the dark
To follow
Then to return home with stories
When my bell you ring
To hear me stand and sing aloud
In the Holy Circle
About all the things I did when I was once alive
In the living gardens of mankind
So keep giving me strength to keep doing so
As I go
Amen
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
In a new society slowly receding away from praying, do those who still pray, only come from the expected backgrounds?
Example.
The more mature generation.
I err on the side of formality in receipt of undetermined
gender-initiated contact via a surname known to me to be of two different genders, despite that, appropriates;
To Whom It May Concern:
This means using Mr., Mrs., Ms., or other titles, followed by the individual. Pay attention to cues from the person you are addressing. If they express a preference for the better informal address, adjust accordingly. This indeed may involve using first names or other preferred titles.
Respect cultural differences, as moniker conventions can vary significantly across countries and societies. Do your research and be mindful of local norms when addressing people from diverse backgrounds.
As long as you approach the matter of addressing others with sensitivity and respect, you’re likely to earn a praise.
From morning light until 6pm at night,
I'm behind the scenes curating delight.
With tones that echo on your radio,
blending local stories into audio.
In the heart of waves, where frequencies ascend,
from AM to FM, radio signals extend.
In the realms of airwaves, where voices roam,
broadcasting melodies that are heard at home.
With many dials, meters and buttons galore,
producing shows, which listeners adore.
Weaving scripts to ensure presenters flow,
creating playlists of songs people know.
Colleagues call me the conductor of sound,
composing themes to entertain all year round.
Preventing silence from all transmissions,
making life easy for my technicians.
Inviting guests from a wide range of places,
from different backgrounds and new faces.
On standby to report on breaking news,
using social media to increase the views.
Monitoring projects are in my domain,
there's also an apprentice I have to train.
It's not just about navigating the studio,
I compose the moments that make hearts glow.
Day first at the college
Like day first in the world,
Times we spends while seeing
Or by approaching them by self;
From unknown to become known
We start talking to each other,
As we belongs to different backgrounds
Or having different aim we don't care;
Only thing we gonna care about
Each other smiles in their faces,
We start journey from zero
To be the hero in every eyes one day;
While having this dreams we make those friends in our life
To whom we don't know in our past days......
Healing hands, the most valuable asset in the world
To catch all who fall, to help those hiding in the corner curled
The gift of making someone into better health, how amazing
When all one can do is cry in a dark room, eyes glazing
If it weren’t for them who I am today would never exist
Their impact on the world, a luxury we would always miss
That those of all backgrounds and struggles
Would have a safe place, in those healing hands to nuzzle
One can think of nothing better to see
Than such a wonderful transformation, people filled with glee
Thank you to all of those healing hands
So that all who are lost, may once again stand
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