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Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
I cared for the beauty spot , her left trickle salt takes oath there in bittersweet chime
The smile and the smile line , a mystic rhythmic rhyme.
Her smile and the wind catcher , assonance, anaphora , anapestic and the trochaic, as 100 hair fall after a comb
The streak of moonlight, a droplet of beauty , submerged in homesickness, border less and home , in exile home.
Her toddler fingers , gone yesterday, broth of a messed later , growing up
Modulation and a flight of a tune, a journey to rhythm back to the rhythm , superb
Poetry that bits with heart beats and peaces , will you break free to tame the words, misfit, they are gods' hands ?
In glum, in tears , rejuvenation of the easier love, the placid affluence and all right throughout the caravan of timely rounds..
I adore you, I breathe into thee, homegrown soil, my distraction, my homeland, that forced to zoom out to Babylon, tragedy
Phantom would lure me to cuff again into the evangelical oxymoron, key mono-Lilith to polymath-a Murfreesboro prodigy
The fathom of the salty water step, and Soho, and an easy simile
They static, they enigmatic and they empathetic , not for, anymore, than seely!
Copyright Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2025
I’m a string of byte notations
From your CPU
Calculating information
In a blink of an eye, for you
I pull in at the station
On your motherboard
To catch a system bus
CAD, is what it’s called
There's three routes I can take
Control, address or data
Depending on the freight
It arrives a nano later
Two more important parts
On this PC station
Are the (GPU), graphics card
And memory modulation
The RAM is where I store
Temporary numeral data
To complete a task for sure
For you sometime later
The graphics processor unit
Is the place of acceleration
Sending pictures to your screen
In 3D Animation
There’s a special kind of storage place
Which is called, a hard drive
Keeping window’s very safe
Where your programmes hide inside
Now, I can make a programme
But that’s different thing
If you want to learn the basics
Just type a simple string
For those that don’t yet understand
I use a binary code
From the central processor
I then take it and load
So next time you turn me on
Just think and be-aware
I work a lot, like you my friend
And I’m here to store and share
© Copyright 19th August 2013
K.C.Leake
It was August 1st,
Army Day in China—
when I was escorted through concrete arteries
deep beneath the pulse of the city.
No cameras. No phones.
Just retinal scans, encrypted codes,
and a silence that pressed
like gravity.
They called it:
Project Wraith.
Rows of suits—no ordinary armor—
but fabrics interlaced with nano-carbon filaments,
reactive polymers,
and strands of bio-electric mesh
that shift molecular frequency
on command.
These were not soldiers.
They were phantoms,
encased in electrostatic cloaks,
their AI cores learning faster
than human instinct could fire.
Their bodies phased—
in and out of visibility,
through steel, through matter,
through perception itself.
One passed through me.
I felt nothing
but a drop in temperature,
like history brushing against the skin.
“We’ve weaponized light,” said the scientist beside me,
his voice cold, brilliant—
like an algorithm made flesh.
“Quantum-threaded suits sync with the cerebrum.
Cognitive field maps adjust in microseconds.
They think at the speed of war.
No lag. No doubt. No conscience.”
They spoke of field modulation,
time-split optics,
phase states.
Displacement theory had reached
deployment.
And in their brilliance,
I saw the fall—
the eclipse of soul by signal.
How far have we come?
We’ve bypassed sight,
rewritten space,
coded war into silence.
But who decides when the unseen strikes?
When the ghosts we built
turn on the living?
I left that tunnel changed.
The light above looked artificial,
the air too honest.
We have crossed into a war
without sound,
without shadow,
without warning.
And somewhere in the distance,
the last cry of humanity
echoed without echo—
heard only by
those still
fully human.
Every moment of every day has its beauty…from the dawning of first light…
But today I’d like to concentrate on the beauty of the night.
Darkness has a subtle way of muffling all sound as it drifts down from the heavens…blanketing the ground.
Although there is much beauty to be found in modulation, pitch and tone…
silence possesses a unique and unequaled allure…a beauty all her own.
Looking up at night one quickly discovers a beauty nonexistent in the day…it’s when the moon, the clouds and the stars all come out to play.
The clouds illuminated by the moon take on an inner glow…somersaulting…changing size and shape as across the sky they flow.
I love to watch the moon and stars as from behind the clouds they peek…it’s as if the heavens are participating in a game of hide-and-seek.
The breeze is always invisible as she makes her nightly advance…but you feel her as she passes…and you watch the trees around you dance.
The night awakens the sleeping shadows…telling them it’s time to rise…you see them shake and yawn and stretch…as they wipe the sleep from out heir eyes.
Yes, the more you walk within the night…the more you see her beauty on display…the more you feel you’re a part of her beautiful ballet.
You find yourself stopping…turning around…your pace is deliberate and slow…because there is so much there to see…and you don’t want to miss the show.
Which is why, although I love the beauty of the day…the beauty of the light…I shall also always be enamored…by the beauty of the night.
That phrase describes products that
succeed through inherent quality,
solving real world problems
It worre a 45 minute leisure time,
the interludes one tempo to another
The inconsistency of proportion had to
be managed in order fo
r both tempos could have way.
the resolution of our discontent
stifled the progression which
had been natural and pleasant.
Until her centered need divided the concerns of
all who had interest in the project
it became easier for her to modulate
proves attempts to alter beliefs are
Both weak and unsuccessful
one who inspires might find there
the undue influencing to cover them
without knowing such is in accordance
Aquiver the excitement of being influential
is different from the shamefulness of
being looked at as someone
will to cast a spell on you to have you as?
The core components and music is
the actual performance in which style
or genre the song works best for
the audience and performer
the need to know why she
wished to brainwash him startlede
My Dear Man, please step within and then, are you doing well?
Are you okay? What about the little ones and all?
After the casual conversational preceded for a while, the mounted photograph on the white wall
I showed the photograph to my enthusiasm , a paying guest
'This is my junior, no longer within us,
who drowned in our village pond
about three years ago from now, noontime on a busy summer with the caw caw of all these crows!'
Easy an utterance paved so easily
No inflection, nothing much in vocal modulation
no more deep sigh, no more brimming eyes
And the voice my own ,
came back to shiver say , shivers a , she verse a succinct staid , cold snow time
Three years, only three years
mesh weaved the intricate between all these
even then erstwhile, the cacophony, voice over
dragged out my mourning river to leave alone a speedy saga of depositing silt
Whence the invitees are all gone, stood once more to ponder
before the photograph, to face questions, suppressing sorrow
Behind the frame, my son gazed at me, with no anger, with no grudges at all.
_Shamsur Rahman
"The Colour Guards"
Heaven
came close to me today
I flirted with the idea of it
outrageously
The Colour Guard
kept changing
The metaphysical poet
spoke automatic its message through me
it visualised some kind of new Nirvana
shining through electric spectral colours
held aloft
by the containment emeralds
the ghost writer
enticing me to tear from the limb
most high the gilded eye of mind
ignites through crystalline
from the lowest of low born dreams
the sweetest green apple of its eye
so I took a bite and full-bodied
what was living inside the skin of me
metamorphasized
I came close to heaven today
it flirted with the idea of me outrageously
it spoke to me in cloudy colours
class not out yet for long lost fellows
more lessons coming in
each room by door behind all numbers
the answers
found within
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The metaphysical poets were men of learning, and, to show their learning was their whole endeavour; but, unluckily resolving to show it in rhyme, instead of writing poetry, they only wrote verses, and, very often, such verses as stood the trial of the finger better than of the ear; for the modulation was so imperfect, that they were only found to be verses by counting the syllables... The most heterogeneous ideas are yoked by violence together; nature and art are ransacked for illustrations, comparisons, and allusions; their learning instructs, and their subtilty surprises; but the reader commonly thinks his improvement dearly bought, and, though he sometimes admires, is seldom pleased."
nirvana
noun
(in Buddhism)
a transcendent state in which there is neither suffering, desire, nor sense of self, and the subject is released from the effects of karma and the cycle of death and rebirth. It represents the final goal of Buddhism.
"Listening is all well and good", she said.
"Watch and learn, read between the lines;
Morse Code, a gift of Love - for you," she said.
JOE HENDERSON’S PROLIFIC OUTPUT AS EITHER A SIDEMAN OR LEADER/
IS SHEAR SONIC VELOCITY OF MUSIC COMING FROM HIS TENOR THINKIN' MIND/
NO HALF-STEPPIN HERE BRO/JOE’S INSIDE-OUTSIDE APPROACH GOT YOUR BACK TO EVERY SIDE HE PLAYED ON/
TO THE LIVE SHOWS WE DUG HIM AT/
HE BLEW HIS TENOR HORN UP TO AND LET HIS PLAYING SPILL OVER INTO HARD BOP/
HENDERSON WAS ALWAYS DIGGIN' INTO THE HOT-N-KOOL VOCABULARY OF JAZZ TO COME UP WITH
NOTES THAT AREN’T ALWAYS OBVIOUS BUT ALWAYS FIT/
HE WAS A BRILLIANT COMPOSER AND ATMOSPHERICAL MASTER CREATING THE SPACE FOR THE
LISTENER TO DRIFT INTO AND CREATE THEIR OWN SOMETHIN ELSE WORLD OF MUSIC IN DIGGIN HENDERSON’S JAZZ CHOPS/
JUST COOK-N-BURN BABY/ ALWAYS STICKING TO HIS UNDILUTED APPROACH TO HIS TENOR HORN PLAYIN'
FROM FIRST POPPIN ON THE JAZZ RECORDING SCENE WITH HORACE SILVER, LEE MORGAN, AND McCoy TYNER/
JOE EVENTUALLY CAME TO SIT ON ONE OF THE PRESTIGE RECORDING CHAIRS AT BLUE NOTE RECORDS/
AS A TALENTED WELL TRAVELED AND VALUABLE NU HIP VOICE AS A BLUENOTE SIDEMAN TO THE MANY BLUENOTE RECORDING STARS OF THE DAY/
JOE’S PHRASING AND MODULATION
ARE FLAWLESS/
HIS FLOATING THOUGHT PROVOKING SOUND’S THAT WERE AT THE TIME’S HARD LIQUOR JAZZ MIXED WITH
MAD SEX MUSIC/
SET THE STAGE FOR THE JAZZ AFICIONADOS TO DIG THE DEEP GROOVE IN JOE’S RHYTHMIC TEXTURED
LAYERING ON HIS SPEED RUNNING TO HIS FLAME-THROWING ICE-HOT SCALES THAT BURNED THROUGH THE ORGANIC JAZZ ORCHESTRATION IN HIS SOUND ARCHITECTURE/
THAT HYPED UP THE NATURAL THINKIN' IN HOOKIN UP THE HIGH VOLTAGE IN HIS HORN TO FRACTURE YOUR HIPSTER THINKIN' TO NO END/
JOE HENDERSON
BLUE BOSSA
LUSH LIFE
BLACK NARCISSUS
POPSICLE STICK
JOE’S SCATING HIS VOCALIZE
TO HIS SOUNCLOUD JAZZMIX
MODULATION
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Time budget and scope provided the details
it made all involved specialist to the exact
meaning of there togetherness.
They wished to inspire by creating and recreating
they wanted the feel of a wedding that excluded
dark overtones.
Changing the image to where now
would mean Happy by the inclusion of modern
and synthesized images.
Happy intended to inspire happiness.
Movement and exercising to be strong and able.
The ability to convert is the ability of
a professional musican who along with others
are bounded to create in the image
of professionalism with the intent to
get the word out
and rcreate without offsetting anyone while doing so.
The song shall make everyone happy by being changed!
Musical terms for changing a song's image
include modulation (key change), pitch
shifting (raising/lowering pitch), and variation
(altering melodic, rhythmic, or harmonic elements).
Other terms like changes in tempo (accelerando/ritardando),
dynamics (crescendo/decrescendo), timbre, or
orchestration also alter a song's feeling and character.
In 1887 the Horse was a show stopper
in 1900 a foolish guy take the horse
from the stable
the Horse wasn't seen until
1901 when a traveling Carnel Circus told the story of
a Horse in Mexico that performeed simular tricks.
People were exited when they recovered the Horse!
There is silence in the air
broken by a solitary sound
heard and perceived by all
but understood by a few
.......... can you feel it?
It's on a solitary frequency
blows on a solitary wave
woven on a solitary note
heard at a certain modulation
.......... can you perceive it?
Harmonious, yet so threatening
gentle, yet so powerful
full of mercy, yet so overflowing with wrath
so little is known of it, but so much perceived
.......... can you discern it?
Understand the words that i speak
perceive the meaning of what i see
there is no way you can ignore it
you'll answer to the questions that follow
and face the consequences of failing to comprehend
the hunger and thirst for the last revival.
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