Best Aping Poems
WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON THE PAGE
“Disappear,” I said.
They denied.
Didn’t the Casanova at the theatre
Return my ravishing smile last night?
The burgundy magic on greys!
Ironed with botoxed shots
The dry asparagus turns glossy;
Ready for the salad?
Midriffs declining, disappearing -
Decelerating; the passion of aping
A teenager for a climacteric but works.
The dried raisins, falling leaves
And the faded chrysanthemums-
Augmented, tucked in, liposuctioned.
The one who was being stared at,
Loses it all ; the pretence withers,
The efforts in vain.
I loved them the most
But they now scare me-
The letters diffusing, hyperopic.
Behind the lens, the zombies
Make me close my eyes- the mirror
Was never so unfriendly.
Progressive, focal, horn-rimmed,
Rimless – nothing works. They just
Simply refuse to go.
At the restaurant, travelator, bus
My glory shrouds as I struggle to
Settle the glass diptych on my nose.
“Disappear,” I say to them.
They deny.
Categories:
aping, allegory,
Form:
Blank verse
like the animals
in a zoo,
we roam freely
within our allowed
spaces---caged
and confined, yet
our cages are invisible---
we, like the unbarred
elephant,
no longer chained---
oblivious to his power---
will not move
beyond the mental keloid chain
hooked around our brain:
today, we just march
and sing sad songs---aping
caged birds---
crying to fly away home.
Categories:
aping, analogy, black african american,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There, resting in stoic frame, it
reflected its sheen surface; glowing
like a stilled black water river—The stage
mocking banks at high tide.
Ebony rowed keloids rose in-between
marshmallow like parallels—Aping
a skewed checkerboard smile
frozen in time: a 9 to 13 tuned ratio.
Marooned in this tuned ratio,
all held rhythmic visions
that veiled eyes could not see;
all held tuned sounds
that clogged ears could not hear.
88 heartbeats per time—Waiting.
There in stilled silence, lived an eternity
of unity—abiding in melodic bliss: a quiet
concerto of beauty—awaiting its released.
Categories:
aping, analogy, beauty, character, imagery,
Form:
Prose Poetry
T HERE
E VERYWHERE
R APING FREEDOM
R UINING THE LIVES OF
O F
R EALLY
I NNOCENT PEOPLE
S AVAGELY
T EACHING
S UICIDE
Eric (and sometimes not)
*In case this does not display correctly, you have to read the word TERRORISTS vertically
and then read the rest horizontally to see what the word means*
Categories:
aping, life, people, political, sad,
Form:
Acrostic
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXI
IF you pull a long lagging-behind face
You deserve your copycat status in more than one way
Marco Polo brought back cracker-power not to powder face
Noble Savage Injuns and Indians shuddered and gave way
Now if you pull a long WOG face
Aping the Colonial Master in every bourgeois way
No use straddling neck feet dangling front of face
Giant still supports the Dwarf while striding away
If you still will pull that long sullen " heathen " face
Thinking how easy the tidal wave you'd turn back anyway
Vasco's galleons rained broadside thunder balls on village place
While your loin-clothed turbaned ancestors scurried in fear
If you then pull your long self-satisfied face
At your hosts' Midas touch riding main fleets of Raleigh
To stud Crown lapis lazuli rubies opal spice and maize
Needs he as much now you to beg fawn and yeah-say
If you must then pull your long infra-dig face
Hankering after titles prizes rubbing shoulders in hallowed hallway
Colonial caste of mind gives exacting the Shylock pound of flesh
Smites your integrity dignity breaks spirit robs merits if " I YOU DARE ! " say
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 8, 2019
Categories:
aping, anti bullying, cinco de
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I didn’t miss the snub
Your fancy social club
Will just not be requesting my application.
But joy, as it turns out,
There is no shred of doubt
That I too feel the indifferent sensation.
One time I wished to be
Something others would see:
A social star, or at least in someone’s orbit.
But inside lurks a streak
To be my very own freak
The membership committee does not approve it.
I suck at being untrue
Reflecting you to you.
The flimsy cardboard cutout you want me to be:
Strutting like you walk,
Echoing like you talk,
Ergo my general lack of popularity.
Should I covet the prize
Esteem of aping eyes
You bet your perfumed patootie that I’d win it.
But I’m not a good monkey.
I sure like being punky.
For a certainty, my heart is just not in it.
I’m just not going to fold,
To give up what I hold.
Plaid club tie, gate pass for handing over my mind.
The things I’ve found are true
Are not for sale to you.
I’d rather cram a sharp stick straight up my behind.
Why don’t I act my age?
Why don’t you leave your cage?
Maturity does not equal constipation.
There’s no need to insult,
You’ve all seen my results.
Now stop it with all your silly self-inflation.
See, I like things that matter
Not cocktail chitter-chatter
Throw on trail shoes, or write another sonnet.
See, I’m the best ‘ol me
The world has ever seen
Bet your life--just like everyone else’s--on it.
Yet perchance we could meet
On a flat, open street
There could be no end to the things we may discuss.
Connection is sublime
Through movement, prose, or rhyme
Just don’t waste my time with juvenile games and fuss.
2/26/16
(Mostly hexameter, not sure if this is in any particular form.)
Categories:
aping, growing up, me, social,
Form:
Rhyme
If I and my poems were dissed
by those deemed elite--just dismissed,
I’d be so mature.
Their barbs I’d endure—
unless I should get REALLY p_ _ _ _ _!
My sarcastic quips might be flying,
fake moxie to keep me from crying!
I’d not stand there gaping.
“I’ll never be aping
your style”—my words might leave them sighing.
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If some ladder-climbing go-getter,
an ambitious, thriving big cheddar*
should call me a slacker,
I’d surely not smack ‘er;
I’d say, “I’ve been called worse by better!”
“Big cheese” (important, powerful person) didn’t fit here!
November 4, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: Judged by a Jury of Your Peers Placed 6th
Sponsor: Mark Koplin
Categories:
aping, abuse, feelings,
Form:
Limerick
ANOTHER DAY OF FLEEING LIFE
Jaundiced eyes peered
from skeletal sockets
reflecting the daily fear:
Not of inevitable death;
but the agony of life another day.
The permanent stoop
of the frail body---aping
a living trophy of submission,
had long prepared its self
to endure the daily scavenge
of the garbage heap:
What a pity;
even a dying man must eat!
Categories:
aping, death, imagery, life, pain,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The whole while I wrote my letter naked
With my blood I cut each word deep
And made I but one step from my desk
dropped it subway
Like a useless undergarment
Sewn of toilet paper, destitute of the sewer
Stepped on it with mud, a furious matador
A newborn gospel, straight to the congress
Naked then I walked, bouncing, my buttocks hiccuping
And aping ding-dong bells, vegetative anger
Passing by baffled men, starved of piety
Gawking with their garments
Faithfully tucked in their groove
Speaking in tantalizing tongues
Of learned men, calling me a witch
Lest they without sin throw the stones
I sped back to my day as the night crept
To pick my garment, my linen
Cover my nakedness and scream
A man of letters is here
Count me.
Categories:
aping, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Tell me how does one fathom why poor fail to vote their own interests so much of the time?
That they somehow look up to those men having real wealth would seem to lack reason or rhyme.
But I wonder sometimes if it’s really an honor the wealthy are given this praise,
For the poor often have a distrust of affluence that seems to last all of their days.
Now America’s royalty doesn’t exist if you don’t worship our movie stars,
Who like our politicians quite frequently act as if ancestors all came from Mars.
My suspicion is poor people criticize rich though they secretly covet their wealth,
Enjoy seeing that rich people flounder as well and that all can be victims of stealth.
Oh but let me assure you impoverished friend, to the rich you are just easy mark
And the fact that your gold is so easily stripped simply proves you’ve no place on God’s Ark.
There’s no guilt, there’s no shame, most don’t care about you! You’re just fodder in life’s grinding mill,
For the food chain that governs most everyone’s life suggests poor are the richer folk’s swill.
So do you give it thought when you’re aping the rich, dreaming somehow this fairytale’s true
Or are you in denial, don’t want to reflect on, the choices still open to you?
But this choice you must make, to stand up for yourself! If you don’t then you soon will be fired.
You might actually, doing this, save rich man’s soul who gets richer when your job’s retired.
And if you should get rich then my prayer, my best hope’s that you stand still with friends helping you,
Are not standing on bodies to increase your stature, aware that your real friends are few.
Brian Johnston
September 5, 2015
Categories:
aping, life,
Form:
Rhyme
My remaining days,
Merely a shadow of those expended.
It’s as if I’ve floated through time,
Aping smoke, born of a match head,
Drifting Indiscriminately,
Chasing dreams, oft dwarfed by reality,
Evaporating days,
Auto-bused me to the stop at which I stand;
I realize now, that life was truly a vapor,
And beyond life, a timeless existence
With God.
Categories:
aping, age,
Form:
Free verse
Although amateurs are annoyingly apt at aping another’s avocation,
All artists accord another’s art acceptance,
As any artwork asks appreciation,
And after all, all artists are allusive, anyhow.
October 21, 2019
Reformatted October 30, 2019
Categories:
aping, allusion, art, assonance,
Form:
Alliteration
Big Rabbit Sonnet
Giant rabbits are not cute as you think when they
are in a group then they sneer at us and make funny
noises aping human speech, they live in the forest
across the road and frightens hunting dogs.
The small village where I live is almost empty people
have either died or moved to old folks home where
they live three people in each room and get beans and
lard to eat the home`s owner lives on imported caviar.
The huge rabbits wanted to take the village over crossed
the road and in the village square fought a battle with rats
that claimed the place belonged them by ancient rights.
A woman came out of one of a house kicked a rat lifted up
a rabbit and the rest went dewy-eyed, the cuddly had won
over the ugly, rabbits are edible rats not so much.
Categories:
aping, absence, age, analogy, anniversary,
Form:
Sonnet
a fish at Reece Fair . . .
glinting gold cellophane
aping the real
3/18/2015
Categories:
aping, fish,
Form:
Haiku
Quit aping around God know's what His form looks like Man in his image
Categories:
aping, religion, science,
Form:
Senryu