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running 12 men
24 in total, puffing carbon dioxide
inhaling oxygen from the outside,
shouting a teammate from the other side
watch that space
whistle,that one is playing offside
think should do that in practice,
spectators like that on the east side,
the players,
the passer-by
where is the wayside
not like sport field with pedestrian roadside
where should one pass?
in a broad daylight in the countryside
a day thinking within side
playing is preferably a cool weather alongside
small place
big planet
on a 45 degrees
rotating with a small country side
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Cars and a Castle
Henry Ford –Engineer
On a worm eye these are the bicycles spooks, tyres are rotating on rubber.the smell of a rubber.the chrome had been sparkling. Dim -light and shines Reflecting of shadows and a bright sky.looking up to the clear less sky, it is just a sky with nothing interesting.it is only fluffy smoke and opens up to blue. a reflection of the sea.
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Charming brown it's the smell of a cocoa,
the brown suit , the caramel perfume,
pouring of a caramel on a brown tea that the
brown shoes descending on brown path,
it is a charming brown.
brown leaves, brown dress,
down the path, up to the trees,
it is more of brown.
brown twigs, brown suit,
smells natural, scent of humility,
down the road,
down to the under-ground,
it is brown color.
brown natural leaves above the brown dress
below it is the 'sweet teeth',
brown leaves and trees just produces sort of taste.
the bouncing infra-red ,red-light on the red leaves,
that improves intelligent
on a major brown suit.
brown weeding gowns, brown nests,
here and up there,
blue sky, white clouds moving to the west
the brown dresses and the brown suits.
pitching down, plunging down, descending down,
going up, lifting up, rising up,
brown dust up in the air,
brown hill, brown shoes,
dancing on a brown path,
red leaves blew up,elaborated by wind
extending red on a major brown dress,
the major brown Princess, the woman in brown dress,
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Savanna forest crayons
December 22, 2017 ·
Black heel with the black dress
Black hair on scratch.
yellow bone
with a black hat on scotch
with a dress-code that is black intact
with the
Silver railings that are matching her.
Golden light glows unveiling Yellow bone beauty from Manchester .
pouncing hearts
they
had lost oxygen
-breath in-
at KZN.
She is s eye catching as she smiles i thought diamonds were coming out from the TV.
Black high heels on a black and white tiles
could she looked to this direction?
she wears white gloves and speaks in English
Pressed her eyes once Dignified like of an owl 's eyes
the yellow bone from Manchester.
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Savanna forest crayons
February 22 ·
White Dresses (Worker poems)
Dry land consist the soil,
that comprises of a grass,
it also consist of the rivers,
with banks of sands-
People are doing work by their hands,
delightfully their eyes are looking into their hands,
Fingers are moving from their palms,
silently they are knitting threads of a cotton wool
from the sheep cotton,
They are using sewing machines,
From their hands into their brains,
They sew creative intelligence to wedding dresses
Thus they make dresses for weddings.
White Dresses
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she was on the right hand side,,
i greeted her once
i called her a Madam,
she agreed once,
ouch once upon a time,i greeted her by a Madam once.
it'would be different story if i did pounce to her
it would be less than an ounce
it 'd been a natio-wild
in her biology.
a Madam
dabbing my fingers on a table,
Bonjour Madam
a cog Madam.
the computer screen if facing me,
the poetry competition, write anything about Madam,
i greeted a woman by calling her a Madam.
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Alarm Clock
-Levis Hutchins,the inventor
On a birds eye survey you had seen buildings, horses, wagons on a flat yard.
In central vision you had seen the street of Hampshire before you
had seen their walls in front of you. They were worn out and were having this course texture.Horses were having clip-clop sound of their heels on a left ear,they had been casual and walking on a solid gravel of the town. on your right hand ear , when you had took the first left turn,a Hampshire chocolate dusty particles had engulfed folks.
On a direct view you ve seen the main street. On the eastern side of the main street that would been a three stories high building. That would have been the Concord NH company of Levi Hutchins and Simon Willard the inventor of alarm watch .That would had been a rugged pine wood doors in front of you.A brass clock hanged on the pinewood door.
the first alarm clock maker to manufacture brass clock in New Hampshire
"it would be sometime before the similar inventions would replace the method of waking" Hampshireblog
yeah! that one day.... i shall WAIT for an alarm
in the morning, yeah! it will smell of bacon in the kitchen yeah!it will smell of espresso,yeah!it will smell of peppermint, yep
Waking in the morning is good. He thought people should wake up in time.
He designed an alarm watch in 1780. There is Big Creator though..
they THEMSELVES tracked the movement of the sun
"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth"
and God said: “Let there be light.” Then there was light. After that God saw that the light was good, and God began to divide the light from the darkness."Genesis
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Fragile Stems
The fragile stems that were
unnoticed, broke out from the underground
found their way to the earth surface
and smiled to sun for the first time
They were embracing the warmth of it.
Their inside out showed bellies of
cream yellow colour in their stems.
looking closely, these plants are full of energy and then
they look at the future with no uncertainty.
One can say they are alive, strong,warm, soft and good.
A Creator knows them.
People saw this event and
they had paid attention to small scientific details.
Scientist asked questions like
how could this happen,
from
questionnaires
people were unconscious of.
unconsciously a plant growth can crack solid gravel,
How can Soft stem goes up despite that the earth's crust is course and solid?
these questions industrial people
never want to think of,
they said
how can these help you to rise,
and how can thee think of this,
is this for educated elite to think of?
because it what the Maslow hierarchy said?
'never shall be self actualization without first having butter and a bread'
what i know about this plant growth
it is a
Astonishing sight.
This is powerful works of God.
fragile stems oh fragile plants
when i stand there i see them,
and from outside the Atmosphere
through the satellite view images
i see them
as green carpet of this Earth
i see you mostly the partly the Green marble,
i see myself so small
to your works,
Green plants oh green leaves with
pure aroma.
these what they contribute
to sustainable community development,
the imperative
of human and animals!
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a traveler , frightened by tomtit
and entered into the bushes which is petite
this is it
it not a tomtit is a bush tit
singing song in a daylight
a traveler around the bushes,
all daylong crossing,
all along walking,
all the this time frightened
by bush tit
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Finally, it is white annually-
pressumably, it is a white dress fourthcomingly,
it is going to be a white dress certainly;
convincingly, it is going to be complitely
a White decor.
Bonjour accessories, you going to stand on white,
convincingly,fittingly white in this decor;
i'd need a white carpet;
definetly everything is going to be white today.
White dress,white flowers
white moon like in the last winter,
snow drift, snow flakes in a snowline
i'm n't a snowfall, definately i'm n't from Europe;
certainly everything is forthcomingly to be white today.
budle up waiting for,hoping for, embracing for the white dress
a white hill covered in ice.
White
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