Life a genesis, oh
A path toward vacancy
Trim down a modulation of lube apathy
Dirt arm's craving toward end! neither
The thorn was there , oh
Mesmerized by puppies tearing neck for the muddy popcorns
I myself giggle with lacrimal fallacy
Bone to bone, crate to crate
Waving with thermal fate
Rinsing heavily with northern gray, oh...
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
Friendship
Friendship was born in
naked
amplitude modulation.
Chirps
of wrens
are cheery.
You can hear them
as they croon their tune.
They compose a chorus
transcending the evening moon.
Singing rhythmic modulation,
joining with angels and golden harps,
they harmonize in glad celebration.
It was a hot day, I was on my way back from Spar, carrying a bag of groceries. I walked past the lilac bushes in bloom, past the annex to the medical centre with its small car park, rounding my house. From the side of the old red-brick typography building I heard an incomprehensible sound, like a tuba from underwater, the sound was muffled, even and deep. I immediately identified a C minor chord. Prolonged, devoid of modulation, the sound lingered in space as I walked across the ramp past the lilac bushes. It was impossible to make out exactly what it sounded like. As if from behind, there was some tenor sound in the background, but it was so faint that I could barely hear it. No one sat on the benches at the entrance to the house. The sun-drenched ramp area, the faded walls of the house, the bright blue sky. I went up to my flat, and went out onto the balcony. From the balcony I could hear nothing, there was the dead silence of a summer day. It's evening now, I'm writing this worthless story, but I can't get over the fact that I couldn't identify the source of the sound or its purpose. The only thing I could make out was an evenly sustained, deep C minor chord.
simplicity
caress
the ear
momentary
sounds
&echoes
with
raw intensity
fused
in universatility
a dramatic
paradox
in pleasant
modulation
exhuberant
& harmonious
unique
challenging
exploratory
fluidity
of voice
to
the
inner
ear
treasures
of
breath
emphasizes
refrain
in
tantalising
finger prints
an
aural
crossweaved
in
a trace
resemblance
of
emotive
gaps
&
silences
mood
& tones
variable
in pitch
of
subtle
timbre
rhythm
&intonations
in
mutual
equivalence
revealed
MODULATION
an
echo
of awareness
preserved
&
surrounded
in
conscious
imagination
in
excerpts
of
inspiration
with
a sense
of
endless charm
&
bravura
elaboration
contemplated
meditatively
explored
then
exploited
highlighted
in
pathos
The camera inside the picture
concertina's time-lines into exclamation points.
Antique tripods brace themselves,
their quaint brass fittings
help minds to adjust.
Some turn a grooved infinity sprocket.
Some cave paint on the arching
bones of elk heads.
If we are to discover what is out there
we must board a ghost train,
plot a milky way over a whiteboard -
orientate to relate.
Spirit, that invisible violin
in a trio of appearance,
is a lone lover.
The third lover arrives at night
walking across fingertips,
while a pale moonlight
moves hands around
a clock of want.
The other elements
of frequency modulation
are the sex machines
that transmits power to pressure,
they are small devices
that molest moments into prayer.
Lastly there is
the whistling tinker man.
The rattle of pots and kettles
behind his moving caravan
enchants all we children
of much lesser gods.
charismatically gifted
in conceptual leaps
expressions
opening
a doorway
to destiny
moments in time
stumato,
from a butterfly mind
scattered
with unfinished masterpieces
of imagination
drawings chalked& charcoaled
with tonal modulation
the inner person
portrayed
face on
in ambivalence
profiles turned to the light
display emotional depth
through the genius
of genuflection
with touch & sensibility
Justice needs moderation
Voices' dialed-down modulation
When the mob screams for blood
The Rule of Law's dragged through the mud
Pacification
modulation souvenirs
Carousel creep show
Patronize me not because your feet ride in new heels
In a flurry of moves to prop the ego
That in a hurry kills
Dreams and creams in streams of unwise steps you and I can forgo
To pave the way clear
For you and I to step up gears
In thoughts and plans you and I hold dear
Despite uncried tears and unseen fears
You and I can do without
To grow a little warmer
Snipping frills, nipping in the bud any lingering doubt
About the role of a reformer
Who when the going gets rough
In real time or at a later stage
Claims you and I don’t possess the stuff
To engage and manage intricate matters when on the verge
Of putting the icing on our cake
Knees collapse as you and I lapse
Into making the most elementary mistake
That perhaps
Sets us back months of careful diplomacy
In our march forward towards the consolidation of the relationship we treasure
When unalloyed gynocracy
Sails, nails, wails and mails nonsense beyond measure
Ensconced in manifestations of self adulation
In whose sludge you and I indulge
To promote moves whose undulation, moderation and modulation
Multiply errors to ensure our collective failures bulge.
Valued
You are the beauty that l see
The modulation of my feet and the rapture of my heart.
You bring out the divine in me
making me the finest wine of all times
When you molded me
You chose four words to define me,
Beauty, brains, perseverance and hard-work
You played the tune on the piano that
seized, sizzled and grizzled my soul
I fear not no man, events or words
Because only you make my knees bow down
l will not fear the pressures of time, youth and society
Because you created me for a greater purpose
l am a girl with a spiritual father who loves me
Beyond the eyes of man and the tongues of my enemies
He lifts me higher and never down
Realizing my worth and potential and telling me softly
l created you to be the Master of your universe
Written by Amanda Ranganawa
Silly Strings
Translations of vibrations, resonance of the synchronized spheres
Oscillation in modulation, sympathetic symphonies that one hears
Acoustic chambers flowing flavors, symphonic strings pull the heart
Vibratory voices making chanting choices at the local musical mart
Weeping wings with signature sings the sadness of the chime
The ecstasy of euphony within the rhythms of the jaded rhyme
Melodic memories healing remedies of the harmonic tidal waves
Pulsations and undulations the new minstrels of riveting raves.
Feb.04.2017
Music To My Soul - Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
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