Long Manga Poems
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The load bearing capacity
Load bearing consistency
It lack such but provides
the artist the ability to create
It's need for insulation
He stood before with
Such a grin
The conversation would be
needed to talk in a standized
Way.
Grams into ounces
Kilos into pounds
Liters into cups
They stood there smiling
Like gold miners we
Struggle with the same
Math.
Might these conversations
Make the fear of gypsum
Block making easier or
easiest that we fear not
that thou are with us
To speak these manga stations true.
That those who wish us parted
May frown in the fact that have
been undermined in a reversed fashion
Might they then speak us as
Lord and Laird, yet we pray
Yet we pray!
There is a lilt to their eyes, a sassy to their attitude.
They know themselves well, drawn in living color.
Alive, dancing through their day, being admired greatly.
Characters who are not afraid to be themselves.
A trusty funny sidekick always building up the heroine
Who falls in love with the prince who is pretending to be regular.
Wanting her for her love of his soul, not for her love of money.
Their hair has a certain dash and flair not found in other drawings.
Their eyes have the little white circles enhancing their black centers.
There is a certain way they have to be drawn, a pattern, approved.
Their clothes are always pretty much the same. How do they do it?
How do they manage to make lines turn into a fantastical reality?
With just a few lines, the animator has thrown me into a new world.
A place to escape from my troubles, woes, and humdrum stuff.
For a little bit I am dancing and prancing through my hero's eyes,
In her body, or his, doing what I have always imagined doing.
This escape is like meditation for others, maybe prayer even.
I am in the throes of the escapade, and cannot hear my family.
My friends know not to try and get my attention. I am in the zone.
Anime and manga both intrigue and uplift my soul daily.
I Wanna End Me
It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games. Haha. Paint me like one of your Trojan horses. Why be sad that I’m returning home soon? Big bad voodoo daddy. Let me know. New Orleans. It’s likely that I’m a sociopath. But what would it matter? Chairs don’t sit, so why would I let the thought do so?
Mcguffins. Pilgrims. Plow rainbow serpentine. Turps. Wax on, doze off. I wanna kiss Billie Eilish. Her dead inside look matches my ensuite. Reckon she’d carry a lot of Bilbo baggage. As do thee unto mishaps. Perhaps. Hmm. Plausible. Ocean endeavours. Funny to think she’s younger than me. Origami. Murmur more peasant.
No board here. Rest easy mudblood. Whichever jumbo cup, always worth the diabeetus. Science, beach. Card master rates, deep down low. Don’t watch on acid. Reads palsy palms. Muster the leap of faith. Sow the famine field of bliss. Certified manga madness. Mango? Two for five dollars. Get like forty of em’. Fiddy bucks. Lez go. Who the hell are ya? I wanna know. Who do you think you are? Coming round here. Fancy pants.
Route 66 roadtwister? I don’t think so mister. Haha. Fly away. Debate the ways of the flying dutchman. Fly over yonder with thou stout in hand. Bound for the beasts riches in tires. Burnt rubber smells so good, not as good as keytamine. Tammy you little dinglebat. Rest easy little nymph. Driftking stands for doorokrats. Laundries. Coin? Denary. Tugboat the infestation. Retribution. Mortify. Grrrrr. That’s a growl. I don’t care. Zoo wee mumma. Throw that little Rat in a tub of acid. That’s nuts.
Life is full of spar, struggles, and worry
Times when feel we frustrated and derisory -
No way from affray to solace dear ordinary
Comes to rescue our dear cherished library.
A place where authors, poets, philosophers’ ivory;
A locus where the mind meets tranquillity primary;
Here Rowling converses with Sir Philip Sidney in refinery,
A premise where wisdom abounds—not derisory.
Bindu madam, an avid reader, peaceful pituitary,
With smile welcomes experts and students ordinary
To delve and transverse in the world microevolutionary
Reconnoitre novels, poems, essays and news necessary.
Pristine Pradeep sir distributes books multi-disciplinary
So that the children read and lose soul temporary
In the world of pleasant, poised authors legendary;
Focuses on increasing knowledge, idee and vocabulary
Calm, patient, pensive and executing duties binary.
Such a grand library—with lakh-plus books, all necessary;
Urge I to use our SNK library, truly revolutionary;
Read Shakespeare or Kant or Milton – none contrary;
Sit here in silence — no idle talk; no reading secondary.
Magazines, Manga, Aru, Harry, Sachin legendary –
All are available at free-lance here, macroevolutionary;
Utilize your time wisely, flick through the boat airy
To drift into the world of books, in realms so ivory.
Romance novel Sally could never find a real cowboy
Who was secretly a wealthy billionaire.
Manga Margie searched in vain for the waiter who
Was posing to be poor, hiding his riches in offshore accounts.
Anime Alba never fell in love, because she spent her life
Looking for the prince, who never appeared to give her a red rose.
Worse yet, she never met her hilarious sidekick either.
Lives that were wasted, waiting for non-reality that made
Reality seem like a waste of their time.
Real men gave up, after realizing they would never measure up.
But at least Romance Novel Sally, Manga Margie, and Anime Alba
Had their comics, their Netflix and their cats, right?
I was caught by a train yesterday
I hear people say
this often in exasperation
exaggerated tones
with over-dramatic groans
as if the train somehow
physically captured them
in its large mechanical grasp
diabolically refusing
to let them go
Yesterday
I was caught in a different way
imagination captured, you might say
captivated
charmed
and enchanted
by the passing art display
Something about the way
vibrant, vivid colors
unexpectedly
splashed out on moving canvas
of rust red and dull gray
traveling fast
across the city
feisty train talking smack
with tags and words amusing, witty
strange, disturbing, edgy, gritty
grinding down the tracks
Sometimes shocking-
artfully rendered obscenities
or surprisingly
endearing
cartoon creatures
manga characters
from overseas
expressed with impressive
expertise
and ingenuity
As other drivers sat nearby
fussing, fuming
missing the show
pawing their floorboards
like impatient horses
hands gripping wheels
ready to go-
I watched the trains in
constant childlike
wonder and delight
for those twenty minutes of my day
two trains gone by, one each way
...Then watched the other cars
rolling through
still red
flashing lights
as soon as crossing arms
were lifted halfway
rushing, roaring
trying to make up
the time that was “taken”
by the railway