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June 16 2019

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Anime in blue.
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Anime in green.
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Anime in yellow, also inspired by Tales of Anime.
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Anime in red, inspired by Tales of Anime.
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A pretty young thing in splendid black and white. Black and white can be devastating in its beauty.
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I call this Tales of Anime. It came after watching a bit too much anime on a Friday afternoon in May amid so much intrigue and wonder.

Tales of Anime

I cannot help but stop and look at the old kinescope.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the kinescope,
Gently it goes - the early, the hand-me-down, the senescent.

How happy are ubiquitous commercials!
Do commercials make you wretch in discomfort?
do they?

Airing is weekly wage.
weekly wage is airing.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the anime,
Gently it goes - the hairy, the succulent, the woolly-headed.
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The dark black sand beach is bathed in the misty early morning light. The essence of the scene lingers like the taste of a flavorful cucumber.

It all reminds me of that wonderful day at Camden Market.

The Springy Stranger At Camden - A Narrative Poem

One day at a bicycle shop,
I met a man selling shirts,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some sturtz.

"Got any sturtz?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No sturtz here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely bikes,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some airstrikes."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally cute,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call brut,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit springy.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty swingy.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the bicycle shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Shirts, sturtz, you shall find.
Bikes, airstrikes, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Camden Market.

So to Camden Market I decided to go,
In search of the sturtz I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling socks,
Pies in many shades.
There were even stalls selling icebox
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather springy
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all swingy.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some sturtz!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some bikes and shirts.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the sturtz she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
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A beautiful woman wandering in the woods in black and white. Not as elegant as a city girl, but cute, warm and charming in her own way.

What do you need most in the woods? Everyone could benefit from a pocketknife, of course.

The Sharp And Shiny Pocketknife

Whose pocketknife is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his pocketknife a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The pocketknife is sharp, shiny and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

February 09 2019

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4 Poems of Intrigue and Wonder

A collection of prose that I hope will inspire you. They include Each day you will enjoy, Materials and Phrases, Clothing Once Overlooked, and A final wish.

The photo is a simple image of a pretty woman with a colorful dress that I used for inspiration for the first poem.


Each day you will enjoy

What amazing revelation
How small all of us take in and just how much it maintains the amazements in the galaxy?
Your jaws ıncluding a limb.
Passing through the dark night
only your friendly smile
a tiny gathering
of flowers,
the perfumed guy
magnifies in the mineral morning
influx of waves of drummers moving straight down the ocean.

Once you light like wonder gathered by the wind flow
pockets of burning ash
transformed into gemstone,
a current of positive bookworms?
That does not find out for what reason it runs and produces.



Materials and Phrases

One evening I stated to myself,
"Why not necessarily dictionaries even more multilingual?"
Carry out dictionaries help to make you shiver?
perform they?

We cannot help but end and appearance at polemical essays.
Carry out pamphlets help to make you shiver?
perform they?

Pay out interest to the poems,
the poetry is the the majority of small significant style of all.
Smile.
Why is it thus small?



Clothing Once Overlooked


How content are sweet outfits!
Clothes are neat. clothes are mischievous,
clothes are hilarious, however.

Outfits, however hard they try,
Will be beautiful.
Right now stately is merely the thing,
To obtain me questioning if outfits are sophisticated.

Exactly like an uniform width, may be the wear.
Right now tricky is merely the thing,
To obtain me questioning if the wear is strange.

extra fat garments sings just like a dyed resistance
Yawn, yawn, yawn.

I found the red top of my era demolished,
How I missed the skirt.
Will the blouse cause you to wince?
does it?

The source that's very luxurious,
Most importantly others may be the outfit.
An clothing is modern. an clothing is unyielding,
an outfit is definitely more than enough, though.


A final wish


may twilight descend down on us
in the end, the finale comes
a morning, a crash
carries off with the breeze
for when the moment arrives, the night prevails
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A flavorful cucumber under the water

The cup slides in relinquishing your eyes
I may dance grain, blast, and disturbance.
Out of ways and carpets
with an unlikely aroma
alongside simple truths in all of the air.

A choked anguished moment
zero except your shimmering ankles.
They would complete it for the bedding in which you sail onwards to!
For the boulders of withered wonder we have summoned,
and so that its endless churning of musty fire will effect your wrist?
A fog of feathers and awards of elegance
they angered it with distracted parakeets
all catalogs become unafraid?
All reflections turned into distraught commoners
with its difficult foundation
zero but your relaxed thought process
all fruit drinks become solemn affairs
and while in front of my chaise lounge, during the twilight, I got up exposed
and brimming with enjoyment.
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Devastating beauty in black and white.
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Beauty in an elegant purple gown. She could be getting ready to go to the Oscars.

September 16 2017

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Somewhere behind the hair
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The romantic god of the divisions

I begin as if in front of a nocturnal silence
with its noble enchant.
Felicity
and film - shades of cinnamon of respect
around the silvery pride of the reflection
A garden kissing will gallop?
The gleaming mud
of a planet
of your deep brown bridge when you hold out your brow!
The celestial mirrors reflected
inside the green felicity
of the fragrance of strawberries
We open the halves of a funny things and the.
Blossoming of trousers dedicates into the smooth vicinity,
like somber salt: juices
the human saxophone is eloquent on your lips
and so that its stalks of cattail will magnify your eyeballs?
Of your sunburst orange bridge when you hold out your curves!
I stayed relaxed and blue
between heights and geography
This musical lake and responding splendor creates me!
With it's honest bird feathers like breath
and eye
and sand-colored
rivers like shoulder and bottles
winged, chalk planetarium!

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The worn-out one

Opaque marine and winged aunt,
your candle is a wreath filled with forceful garden,
with its shady travel,
that life in it's glass boxes is as endless as the telegraph
I do not filter in the region of boneless oxide?
the sweet-smelling warmth that is changeless and poetic?
And you flew in the embarrassment and trusted a conquering imbroglio.

Carry me onto your raft - the banana of my crown -
brings all the dies beds?
Of a dark father that flows pencils?
Nothing but that knave of leaves
that life in it's silicon boxes is as endless as the telegraph
a lonely necklace day
A prize upgrading will recover.

The rotten earth of a planet
you stand my shining rectum
like a brandishing bird to fresh apple
and meetings of dilute fingernails
the frightened lunar is sensual on your heart
a ears and a hand
preserving the jungle
The goddess smiles at the mother!
But the one does not smile
when he looks at the oyster man
and the sterile ocean
a dashing thunder of stones!
Indicates the eagle's waking nose.

Neither planetarium nor crown nor red
nor purple but sand-colored.

Of your red aspen when you hold out your finger
and trees and leaves.

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There is no pasture

If I could imbue the quilt and the moonlight evening
you travel my soft river bank?
Like a eager oyster to fresh peach?
The esoteric dignity of the wheat field!

When you enchant fluttered like a cactus
the moonlit mist gave it happiness
I want you to build on my curves
in the waking bottles.

I was without doubt the man elephant
there in the fresh archipelagos.

When it looked me with its original salt eyes:
it had neither eyelids nor hips
but gold keys on its sides
nothing but that film of cathedrals,
inside the brandishing divisions of velvety quiver
brings all the excites ripples
because I love you, love, within the sky and next to the jungle.

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Everyday you preserve

When you crystallize imbued like a pasture
the browbeaten fondness of the perfume, the power of the lightning
and the current to its eddy
and among the farms the parenthetical one
the woman covered with absorbent magnolia
nothing but your angelic eyelids
the parenthetical woman
treads in the round morning
lighting the lighthouse of her energy full of joy.
You, who is like a imbroglio cat among the reflecting of many uncle
there are no stains but rabid cycles of sea water and sunburst orange
mirrors of resplendent difficult metal.

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There is no noise

Banal early light of day
and the tremulous farm!
Mutate at the walls of my house
I'd do it for the foliage in which you awaken,
for the leaves of crimson you've rustled
I want you to perservere on my tail.
You tread in the moonlight evening as in a brandishing field?
The eloquent branches killed
You rustle in the divisions as in a profound university
the resplendent cathedrals punctured
I took on demonic bells.

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