seen from United States
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seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye
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Silence begs attention
if even lonely souls
become immune,
midnights pass unnoticed
when moonlight calls the tune,
dusty books stuff empty spaces
love’s closed pages fill the walls,
candlelight casts shadows
behind inkblot thoughts,
& the loss of someone special
haunts us all.
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Rhymingtherapy - February 2018
(my photo & edit)
A. © 2019 kneipho
2/27/09 artwork for today’s poetic effort: A
(“Here An ‘R,’ There An ‘R’”) prompt.
Sorry I’m late, folks. Godfrey wanted to go out for dinner :)
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A Poem Sans R
I adapt--what I lack I
Invent, finding I am just
A pond that shines what
The sun will show and in
The snowy season that is
Often
Nothing
This language loaded
With fluff and lead
Fantasies float into
The clouds, the wind
Leaves me weightless
it goes on
his alphabet - the one given to him - is missing one key item, and it maddens him.
it maddens him so much so that we can only just believe it. a confusion.
he speaks of a twist of the tongue, a hook of muscle. the magic of linguistics.
he shouts! he yells! all of his might is placed into the vile sound. felt in the stomach, the spleen. it is indeed insanity.
an exclamation of evil.
and what would give ease to his visible plight, that he might end this [nonsense]?
he goes on, as if always climbing a steep hill. constant. (consonant!) endless. even. even.
a swelling of the neck, bloodied nose, busted lips. all of the symptoms. of what, of what?
what is all this but wind. loud, sometimes cold, sometimes wet. lightning, heavy scented. yet always at night. it can only be so. all of the heavenly bodies go out as if nodding, "yes, yes."
heavenly bodies. he has not thought of those angels until now.
he howls again. close to keening, he makes all possible lamentations.
the appellation of a plagued language is spoken, quietly, quietly. then less so. loud, loud, a sudden noise, a massive tumult--
hush now!
the black-winged demons have been listening. we knew this, didn't we? laughing, cackling, coughing out odd accounts of his life chosen without decision.
(this is one of the vast could-be-endings, if he did not also have the music of the night in his head. he might engage himself by listing off some of his best-loved bands: Clan of Xymox, QNTAL... enough! as usual, he’s consigned to limbo his hideous situation of late.)
he goes on, he goes on.
damn this kneipho (vanilla twist) question, damn these sentences of manipulation and lack!
he damns these things, yet still he continues making his way to oblivion.
this tale goes on uselessly, pointlessly, all the way to hell, to nothing.
a pleasant new void of sound.
Manny Mus
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Manny Mus loved ingesting cheese
But, eating it caused him to sneeze
Still, on his bagels he would scoop
Great piles of the soft white goop
Antipasto, home-baked whole wheat
Congealed milk slices made complete
Night-snack nuts and figs much betta
Matched with hunks of swiss and feta
And, though, the Doc staunchly objected
Meals without cheese, Mus ejected
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Words and artwork © 2019 kneipho
(For “Here An ‘R,’ There An ‘R’” on Tumblr and my Littlest Mieces)
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How to Draw Cartoon Mouse & Cheese (LenaR Art)
Value the Identity
02/26/19
Who am I, you want to know?
I don’t want to tell you,
So, My identity is and will be
Something I keep close to me.
An enigma is a special thing
Affection and wit, to it will cling
Babble and nonsense will flow
The mind will insist that you go
Look and seek chosen facts
Until the sum of knowledge has no lack.
do not haste to tell me
do not haste to tell me
which plans can be fullfilled
as nobody knows exactly
how to go ahead
do not doubt to ask me
what you want to know
though I may oppose
because I feel I must
do not leave me , love
It always can be solved
questions can be asked
nonetheless you know
as love tells us
-and I notice-
not to give up yet
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# kneipho # hereanr
wachtuiltje 2019🗿
The Last Page
What do I do
On the last page of this book
Blank leaves of imagination
Waiting to be found
And I got nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Except this yoke that keeps me down
Can't you see
My eyes have disappointed me
I ain't got nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Left but empty looks and
Even less views
So leave the last page to me
So I again can have nothing
To fill outside of me
