Illustrations Poems - Poems about Illustrations

No separation Cannot be illustrated An attempt to illustrate Finds separation.. Yet all illustrations are Already not separated As is this story... ...

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ILLUSTRATIONS dreams & reality clear sounded yet a fantastical situation sans sense & literalness  to make it believable an involved  setting  the instantly  recognisable envisaged  unaware  lie the forlorn in confused forces of loneliness  &immortality deference & gentility a  memoir survives the experience  conceived in parallel NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable. Copyright...

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Drifting along on tranquil opportunities Embellished within the nicest ingenuities Animating all your stanzas and verses Giving meaning to them with so much purpose Never holding back your promises of more While you add creative imagination galore Exploring your lines amongst their transition Acknowledging their intent being my mission Intuitive cartographic portrayed expression Removing all of the unwanted...

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sounds of pity surface as moods ripple &epitaphs happen upon the legacies of life.. .. questions flee in a mask of be belief as issues melt away as shadows of Autumn.. .. reason dressed with bliss with thoughts that rain.. ...

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Phonetics of oblivion Sheathed by plausibility Elapsing cultures with ease Fathering quaint illustrations Daring to be discovered Along fearless avenues Embellished by the fences That compose the verses Of which we refer to as life...

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He said, “I’ve tried everything; acid, sandpaper, knife; I hate these things. I will have them for my entire life.” You can predict the future by looking at these things. At night, each of these pictures practically talks and sings. I worked in a carnival forty-two years ago. When I broke my leg, was laid up, with no place...

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I stood on the bridge looking at the river below. A strange-looking man came up to me and said “hello, “Do you know where I’ll be able to find a job here?’ That is what the strange man asked me in a voice quite clear. I said, “I don’t really know. I don‘t live very near.” The way the...

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