modifications
to a failing vacation
~ are not impatience
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.
Mingle
maybe we should all try to
mingle as this may be a
methodology for ending social isolation
moreover, this may help with any
maladjustments loners
may have in crowded situation---there can be
modifications to the rules of
meeting if too many people are present---we can have
multilateral discussions if needed to reduce any
melodramatic
moments that could happen from
misinterpretation of our getting together—let’s plan this at a
microbrewery which definitely make
mingling
more fun!
“Ignorance does not create any doubt. What shall I do, being endowed with modifications of the mind? They arise and dissolve like bubbles in water.”
Upon recognising we’re not body-mind,
which is a vessel allotted for our use,
it matters not if form flounders about blind,
since we are immune to each ego spawned ruse,
joyfully playing our life role as assigned,
allowing soma nectar from heart to ooze.
Thoughts rise and subside like waves of the ocean
but our core is still, distanced from commotion.
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.
"I Wish I Never Failed in Love"
In the realm of heartbeats, I lost my way
A path that wound through love's disarray
If I had one more wish, I'd undo the pain
Erase the scars, rewrite love's stained refrain
A tragic ending, where love went astray
I thought I was special, but faded away
A good man turned cold, a heart turned to stone
The evil I despised, became my own
I wish I never fell, never dove so deep
Never surrendered to love's deceiving sleep
I wish I could forget, before heartbreak's might
Raped our free will, and extinguished love's light
In the shadows of what could've been
I search for solace, a love unseen
One wish remains, to turn back time
Rewrite our story, rekindle love's divine
But alas, memories linger, a bittersweet refrain
Reminding me of love's irreparable stain
Yet still I hold on, to love's pure flame
Hoping someday, love's beauty will reign.
This poem maintains the original message and emotion, with adjustments for rhythm, flow, and poetic clarity.
Would you like any modifications or changes?
For the first time my computer has fallen
It can’t seem to boot up, the screen’s blank
Needless to say, I am more than crestfallen
I have no money for a new one in the bank
It can’t seem to boot up, the screen’s blank
There is a strange buzzing sound from inside,
I have no money for a new one in the bank
Things that are supposed to won’t coincide.
There is a strange buzzing sound from inside
I’ve checked the power cord, it is plugged in,
Things that are supposed to won’t coincide
The router is blinking, now where do I begin?
I’ve checked the power cord, it is plugged in
Turning it on and off several times, no luck!
The router is blinking, now where do I begin?
A call to Geek Squad would cost big bucks.
Turning it on and off several times, no luck,
Then a miracle …. suddenly, it comes to life
A call to Geek Squad will cost big bucks,
At a time like this, I give thanks to my wife!
Then a miracle, suddenly, it comes to life,
Needless to say, I’m no longer crestfallen
At a time like this, I give thanks to my wife,
For the first time my computer has fallen.
Written September 5, 2022
[with slight modifications]
radiant leaves reign
since orange hues engulf green
Fall: God*'s masterpiece
*Psalm 64:9 ...All shall declare the work of God; for they shall wisely consider of his doing.
November 3, 2019
2nd place, "A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 11/7/2019.
(modifications done after judging)
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
A Brother's Love
Hey! brother's you are strange creatures...
Brother's are the people in the world who tease their sisters ongoing none stop...
Hey brother's, with your cunning ways and actions so often, misunderstood not by purpose or otherwise just misplaced...
Brother's with your strong, dominating form of consideration like reflections of thoughts, observations, transformations, modifications, conversions, alterations, revisions of thoughts...
Yes, I call you brother...
Brother's are like lemon & lime, bitter sweet with that tangy twist, of unforeseen wonder, carrying the aroma and fragrance of mystery and enigma...
Deborah Vines 3/31/2019
Work and Play
There is an equality
to be observed in
what seem as the
segments of life..
All are appearances
in the present moment..
(Really not a moment
but Now outside of time..)
Work and play are
simply modifications of
Now
into seeming forms:
one form or another
but the pleasure and
the truth come
from the discovery
that the same Field or
Now
underlies and
composes all...
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.
Bipedal beings moving with
extra emotional thrust
Triangular sight triggers
kinetic causality —
Death forfeits life
An attached third arm
goes to the concealed side
Legal modifications
make for cybernetic relations
Metal and flesh merge,
inseparable
since their hunter moon birth
Tripod creatures
who pass through the smoke
of the atmospheric burn
The third arm
teaches the symbiotic host
how to cancel the metallic consequences
of the fatal revolution turn
A sense of the universe
In all its diverse
Forms can give rise
To a profound apprehension of the lies
That abound
All around
As if we prefer not to see
How we
Are implicated at the very core
In a raw
Vital way in ecological catastrophe
By our desire for mastery
To be in charge of our fate
And we refuse to wait
To recognise deep within our heart
That we are part
Of the what we perceive to be the stuff of the real
And to recognise our need to heal
What is out of kilter with God’s rhythm
So when we find ourselves caught in a gigantic schism
We must not deny
The moat in our own eye
The block
That enables us to mock
The wonder of creation
As if life was all imagination
Amenable to sophisticated modifications
Subtle alterations
And not a gift given us by life’s creator
Humankind’s maker
For we are not the end of the story
And God is the source of true glory
Do we dare to pause and ponder?
The sheer wonder
That life is not something for us to sift
And re-arrange but is a gift
To treasure
Beyond all that we can ever measure
Jane Tatum©
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
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