Best Aped Poems

I don’t believe there is such a thing as a mirror,
Because this so called reflection is not really me.
I think he is a stranger that moved  into my house,
For the man that I see is somewhat,  ugly.

I think he built  this life...

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The travel agent said adventure was calling,
In a lush paradise of beauties enthralling!

No harm would befall us, with a capable guide;
This Amazon tour would be a scenic, easy ride.

We weren't outdoors types, my companion and I,
But it sounded so exciting, that we gave it a...

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"We have more ability than willpower, and it is often an excuse to ourselves that we imagine that things are impossible". Francois de La Rochefoucauld


A fresh year is upon us, and the counter is ticking,
I carry out my recent resolutions for year-picking.
Self-discipline or staying in...

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I aped to a blue heron to a man who wrote his deed.
Once you're at the final of the story, no woe is needed.

If death appeared to be appropriate, life would be aimless.
If you have survived death mysteriously, you can live endless.

You lift it, provided...

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On an early morning just before school
My tummy is churning my head hurts too
My feet are cold my forehead is hot
I have a runny nose and a tongue with blue dots

“Mom come quick!” I helplessly shout
I think I’m sick what is it now
Mom feels my...

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Hands tick in motion but I hear naught         
of the onslaught of killing time depicted. 
Minutes run past me in tarred darkness
as the visions in my brain are obscured.

Clocks eat away moments of my life.
I admit I'm...

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Ensure you allude to all that has been recorded.
Every creature that has lived inside the rocks.
A long-forgotten former planet has appeared.
Awareness arises as we break the padlocks. 

Electric fan blades are humming in a hot place.
When you're alone, and there's no oxygen.
Loneliness looms overall aped a...

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free to roam...

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In the wilderness, my cry
Echoes back at me:
My poetry wanes.
And sinks into oblivion
Like the thousand and one discordant notes
That issues out of my braying mouth.
Where are you now, Wordsworth?
Are you vibrating in agony
In a spineless, sunless world?
Would that I had your fervour now.
Has it been...

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So you think you are a poet,
but your work, it don’t show it

Lots of Yeats and Shakespeare 
rip offs; Wordsworth aped, many 
spin-offs

Puerile nonsense, bibs and bows,
weep for me, and wipe my nose

“I’m an expert,”  what a laugh!
why’d you write such utter chaff!

Hymns and...

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Once a flower child
Always a Moon Child
Generations of Cancerians
Have aped the crab with tenacity
Large eyes and agility
Moving side-to-side silently
Moody on mournful days
Joyful in the sunlight
Giver of love
Taker of wise advice
Domestic yet athletic
Contraditions abound
For crazed moon children
Who beam and fade periodically


*July 13, 2014 (one day before...

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Dreaming is a choice,
Suchlike a breeze
Or a blooming rose
Petals flourish anyway,
I have dreams and - fantasies
This wave of fancy
Suchlike fresh air to my spirit
My muse - is obdurate
Assist in my endeavor
Stardust metaphors erase shyness
Spreads soothing stake shades
 
The bright moon
With its stillness
Silently watching over us,
At the...

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Out of you and me,
The colors of our skins
And our humanity,
Comes the scarred history
Of the home of the brave
And the land of the free;
Where it always was held true
That in you and by you—
And only for you—all men
[of your hue] were created equal.

Indeed.  Said...

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In the evening of this beautiful sunshine day
I took a cooling-off walk through the park.
There I saw buoyant ducks and little ducklings
Watching a bullfrog sitting on his lily pad throne;
His pulsating neck aped silent crocking rhythms.

The greenish hued pond water was as still as death
Until...

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A nun was raped, and the lawmen gaped;
Theres talk of culture, yet the west is aped. 
Churches were torched, while a nation watched; 
The rest of the world gave a response all botched. 
Perpetrators of this, have a faith worth no name, 
For their country...

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