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.
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70 Years Ago
Riding through the flat ancient agricultural between
two the soft modulation of a stone less mountains
this place has every could green from the dark olive
to shimmering bushes so delicate it looks like air
temporarily has taken a green plant´s form?
Something is missing though an animal that brought
us humans up the ladder of civilisation: the donkey.
Look into its eyes; know the final chapter is missing.
Those beautiful eyes so full of sweet melancholy
A resignation of the cruelty of life after serving man
It ended up as dog food for spoilt pooches that are
so totally enslaved by us that they could not survive
in nature´s hard selection. Is that why we have wars
to separate the wheat from the chaff?
yearly grain storage
too tiresome modulation
over spilling crib
shaken a little heaped flat
housewife's face overflow smile
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
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