Fox Nekitsune

Rookie - 0 Points (So long ago as to render me an adult but not longh enough to be elderly. / in Richmond Yorkshire)

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with eight languages and more than one hundred thousand words i find myself unable to express much of me, and being remembered is something that of late has become desirable, with a life as short as this i wish to make a mark that someone of one hundred years would make, yet i leave no children and have no published works, i have never been imortalised in sculpture of canvas, an immortal must live... more »

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  • Buyi Newton Philip Buyi Newton Philip(11/30/2013 3:10:00 AM)

    I definitely find your work inspiring and captivating hope am always updated on all your new working. I have a feeling that you will find my words fitting works of your hands.

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  • Edwin Empestan (alba) Edwin Empestan (alba)(11/24/2013 9:46:00 PM)

    thanks Nekitsune you have wonderful poems...very thought provoking...well penned...regards

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  • Jerry Wheeling(11/23/2013 3:30:00 PM)

    I sent you a poem yesterday entitled Nov,1963, Did you get it? Jerry Wheeling

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  • Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen(11/23/2013 4:44:00 AM)

    very well done great tone in the poem

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  • Cynthia L. Baker(1/17/2013 12:18:00 PM)

    where do I go to put in my new poem

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  • Poet Dragon(11/28/2012 12:18:00 AM)

    A memory is a soul of the past, painted on the fabric of the future. Between the soul and the future is the body, the senses and the moment. Here is Fox Nekitsune, naked and free, for a moment. A moment like a fire.

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Best Poem of Fox Nekitsune

The Hunter

Dew wets the grass
I am the hunter
I walk a deadly path
I am hunting

Slipping through the trees
I am the hunter
I do it all with ease
I am hunting

There stood before me
Is the prey that I desire
A tremble running through me
Now I feel the hunters fire

I circle closer
Keeping her in sight
I circle closer
Don’t want to give her a fright

Now im behind her
So close now
I smell beautiful fur
So close now

Quickly I move
Tearing at her for what I want
Quickly I move
Now I will haunt her

I take my fill
I...

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