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A quick and easy (makeshift, albeit very temporary)
Cheap Trick would suffice in the interim
(which might entail many generations)
to rock a Super Tramp off The Farm.
Lo and behold a panacea arrived
in form of Jethro Tull. Beastie Boys
(more or less marauding hooligan gangs
comprised of Arctic Monkeys)
possessed an uncanny verve zeroing
in on the challenge to enable Crowd
source sing. They designed, hand
crafted, and linkedin all known know
ledge about mathematics and physics. One
contrivance edged out other equally
farcical gizmo. Via some lack of clarification
Badfinger referred both to the longer
of two needles pointers plus included
the entire mechanism. Individuals
would no longer find themselves
in Dire Straits getting someplace
with markedly greater accuracy.
Sooner or later a confluence of
beginners dumb luck witnessed
a Motley Crue, whereat brainstorm
(of course in tandem with consciousness
expanding material) yielded a great
burst of inventiveness within The
Human League, though after end
less modifications credit for
the handy dandy blues clues
pocket watch allotted
to a plethora of anonymous minds.
Not entering among those sterile walls
your mind is firmly resolute with decision
not wanting to be cutted
you are leaving your life
in hands of earth
but will you be wise enough
to ask her a right questions
determined enough
to hear the answers
I know you are afraid
not feeling your body as your own anymore
it is still your body
and those cuts maybe aren't happiest solution
they are definite one
I know you are afraid
feeling is well known
like you are broken
damaged
devoided from fitting in socially constructed frame of 'normal'
but normal is social construction
receptive for modifications
your body isn't all of you
it is that perfect cloak for your soul
and cloak has that habit to become worn out
needing some repairs
there is nothing stigmatic about that
here ... take my hand
let's be labeled
together
we'll wear that yellow badge
despite their bigotry
don't be afraid
and don't let your ego choose instead of you
tired of departures, yet
aware that you have your own path
I'll esteem your decisions
because I love you
please don't die on me
Note: With some modifications I will be posting it soon on my Music channel 'RavindraKK1' as a Song also.
I have seen the feelings of Love
Concluding part
In such an aroma of the fragrance
The mingling smell of Mango flowers
Pumps and rises the waves of passion
In every loving heart.
Even at the cost of getting
Scattered and lost
The hilarious sea waves
Goes up and up in humans
As well as in animals
Touching the rocks and sky
So that it may reach
In the sweet embrace of its lover.
.
And the joy of love and passion
Rises higher and higher
When the soothing moonlight falls
On the eager loving hearts
And the fragrance of night flowers
Make it more than an intoxicating art.
In such an aroma
Of sweet smelling flowers
The Koyal* too began to call
Its soul mates lost on some other tree
Far away from the Mango flowers
Perhaps lost in some diminishing jungles
These melodies of the immortal birds
Purify the air everywhere on earth
So that the bitterness of hearts
Can be dissolved to some extent
Which empowers the mind
To make follies
Forgetting the sweetness of life.
The Koyal* spreads the magic of love
While flying from one branch to another
And refresh the air and the surroundings
By filling it every time
With its sweetest sound vibrations
As its last fighting attempt to save
The fast diminishing Natural surroundings
From out life and hearts
These melodies flow all over the Earth
Wherever the trees are still in existence
But these can only be heard by those,
Who have enough love in hearts
And a passion for such sweet singing birds
Which are slowly at the verge
Of getting extinguished and lost forever.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 16th April 2013
*Koyal - The singing bird of India like Nightingale
(composed about eight years ago
moments ago this poem underwent
slight poetic surgical face lift
modifications by this bro)
this spine tingling reaction,
sans flushed testosterone
from heads to toe
sketched out sometime
from ~july or august 2012 or so
and (just now) triggered chain reaction for roe
man tick undulations i.e. wishful desires slow
lee shifting (in seconds flat)
from neutral to overdrive
exceeding speedometer limit maximum
nearly attaining speed of light quo
shunt seeing an aesthetically pleasing chic chick
in the summer of full feminine bloom
envisioning plunging hot rod
into her lubricated derrick
(and yes, young enough
to beget me via coital fling
a splendid supreme offspring
of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian),
who doth wanna swing
like a boyish chap
at prime love making time zing,
with thee, whose primary purpose comprised
tutoring my daughter whose deficiency
with language skills warrant
communication exercisesd
born with cognitive developmental delays
in sundry dis guised,
whose academic weakness qualified her since birth -
or soon thereafter meta morph a sized
to receive intervention to allow, enable
and provide her with life skills
even though patience thoroughly utilized
so she can become self reliant as an adult
thus bringing this papa aegis
of said progeny prances carefree like a colt
and via exposure therapy
comfort zones, convince this dadaist dolt
magic touch, sans young women,
(who seem prominent in social service field)
bear witness as thy Punim doth molt
blindsiding actions of tender loving care
these myopic eyes
with hypnotic trance observe flair
ring results conjuring up illusions of grandeur
spurring commendable utterance
of touche...here here
but self consciousness kept gleeful outburst
under lock and key lest detriment comb near
compromising instructional progress,
that could easily dis ap pear
into a sinkhole forsaking requisite basic skills
reinforcement ever since first year
In days old, oral poetry existed
(When most people, including
the authors of poems,and stories, lyricists,
artists,....couldn't read and write.)
as a part of oral literature
which had no titles,nor were the authors known.
Yet, these are from the heart
captivating the listeners.
It flaws like a river ,
with streams falling into it along the way.
It is circulated from mouth to mouth,
from generation to generation,
from the past to the present .
By the way, the contents
of these oral poems have been added to,
and some modifications might have done.
They wove oral poetry while gazing at lush nature
or remembering a loved one.
The lines were tender,
and delivered emotional feelings to the listeners.
Besides,the basis of oral poetry
may also be a love story,an event of patriotism.
or any other event the poet knew.
These oral poems and folk songs
influenced written poetry and literature.
Written epic poems are also based
on oral poetry,literature, and folk songs.
These oral traditions are of high standard
and have laid the foundation
of our rich literature,art, and culture.
TULIPS
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intoxicating scents that evoke deep longing
and admiration
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Brands range from luxury
to affordable
sleak, to sleaze
Sleazy at best.
Ode to Being Loved
a, bold style to keep his attention
, Bluebella Honey Birdette
Adore Me Fleur du Mal, La Perla,
Frederick’s of Hollywood.
cello, violin, clarinet, and flute
the senual sounds of
togetherness
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Creole America Rice Company
Dirty Rice Recipe
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Sensual Evenings
Loving Nights
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For a slow, "bassey" groove in slow jams, the focus is on a deep, resonant rhythm foundation with heavy low-end. Key instruments include electric bass with specific modifications, deep-toned drums, and melodic filler instruments.
I wont let them fill me with there fluid
The cure they say the have
What they made through modifications
Some less then pure form of mad
I can not do it i wont let them use
I chose not to accept it im about to lose it
Forget what they say this not ok im not gonna accept what they say on the news no this is not ok
I have my own choices i lay in my own bed
I make up my own mind i have my own head
So let me decide my way let me choose my path
Let me decide my choices let me choose my wrath
Forget the wrongs that ive written for they can be re wrote
Forget the songs i wrote i can get a new notebook
Stop with the drugs stop injecting the lies let us decide our own paths
Lets us live our own lives
let us draw our own maps.
Josh Vanham march 29 2017
The slump is in Trump's egotistic plump;
as all that pre-election rhetoric begins to change and die,
fallen to the sides by scary realigned protested cries
of verbal democrats and republican chides.
Recognize at last, all the lies unrevealed in the past
overlooked as the rise to the presidency is stonely cast;
fear filled questions, apprehension and doubts
lost in unwarranted name calling pouts and shouts.
Resign the nation to the silent watch guards be
held to the breast bone of all freedom's needs;
America is great with modifications yet to see,
man, woman, child, Asian, white, black must be equally free.
Hold the promise, dreams and hope for change
be watchful and observant of what we lose or gain;
a leader must set the goal much higher
with populace watching as he steps into the fire.
Push that arrogance and showmanship aside
and regal us with what you'll provide with your pride;
get facts, good advice, the daily briefings, look at all the options
and be a strong, honest, exhaustive conscience.
Comb that hair, dress business like, hold high the chiseled chin
remembering the peoples vote you did not win;
we view now in newer light, with wait and grace allowed
to make us greater still,
America is bold and proud.
plucking the strings
bowing the strings
Pizzicato and Arco
Favored for it's breathability
allowing creativity
a movement in stride
full meaning and
positioning
a recurring motif
in full sequence and destination
it accompanies a specific sound
and smoothly changing
the mood and emotion to a
catchy, memorable, and repetitive
more conversational sound
a descriptive tone
a simpler melody and rhythmic posture
then to include lyric with a soothing smooth dulcey feel
speaking to the feeling of attraction
the evolution of change from Introduction
to the Outroduction
love evolves and changes over time
the same is heard in the sounds of music
often narrated in the stories of the lyric
the full oneness of a song has balance and full meaning.
all aspects are designed to detail
the creation of the sound
determines the need in which
a collaborator centers there attention
toward the fullness of sound
embellishments and ornamentations
add fullness to the overall product
changes to the to the melody
include extra notes, rhythmic modifications
artist with specialized talents
are a gift to the composition
all in the rich history of the musical product
the collaborated effects of talented people
Making it easier for one thing can complicate another
the overall fairness to all involved means allowing for the opinions of all
but the need to complete must be respected as the money
should be made as wisely as it is spent.
modification
I wish while we grow
in the world
we grow truth
instead of the modifications
of lies
I wish to see a world
of peace through out
the globe
despite it sim impossible
cos our aims differs
even when we claim
to unity our selves
ourselves still bear
selfishness by ourselves aims
our motives are never one
should I blame it on culture
should I say our different mentalities
are our barriers
cos we modify
greatness
yet forget what brings
what we modify
we never remember the origin
of what keeps us going
yet we want to move ahead
of time