Long Modifications Poems

Long Modifications Poems. Below are the most popular long Modifications by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Modifications poems by poem length and keyword.


While Daydreaming About Timepiece Inventors Two Oh Clock

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.
Form: Ode


Fragile Cargo

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

I Have Seen the Feelings of Love Ii

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

Sarah Hill Revision First Page

(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

Premium Member Oral Poetry



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.


OOh Baby

TULIPS
__________________________________________________
 intoxicating scents that evoke deep longing
                         and admiration
----------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------
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
-----------------------------
Creole America Rice Company
Dirty Rice Recipe
------------------------------
Sensual Evenings
Loving Nights
____________________________

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.
Form: Ballad

Poison

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

Trump Slump

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.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Abtracted Fragments

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.
Form: Ballade

Modification

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
Form: Epic

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace