Best Copy Poems
Copy and paste can be detrimental if used in the wrong place
Such as posting and plagiarizing poems from another’s space
The time and energy it may take to search for poems to steal
It is a waste of time if you’re not going to be authentic and real
It’s also a crime to take credit for stolen art, poems or any other copied matter
And only a matter of time before a lawsuit may be served from a silver platter
It must be a type of severe mental illness or some type of character flaw
To want to claim poems as yours, that are not, is against the law
It would behoove you to think before you continue to copy and paste and post
We are on to your shenanigans and the deceitful liars are despised the most
Please remove your pathetic copied and pasted posts and leave our page
Because your reputation, integrity and legal recourse may be a lot to wage
The mark of a world elite not seen in Casablanca
but gives a serene-feel for any stone to become a lover.
Sweet Paris- Europe’s geographic butterfly
so captivating and orgasmic, better than any screensaver.
Land and water, city mates in wonderful and nice Venice
prosperity and suitors flocking in like an angry river.
Standard of living, magnified with rare lenses in silent Geneva
proves that if you cannot be the heart, be the liver.
America crossing borders, settling in Sidney
exploits of the human mind, nowhere near over.
Oh Africa! Buckle up and don’t say never
Asia is your excellent teacher, learn and wait not forever.
6/8/17
Coming in faster than speed racer
Heart colder than a glacier
Trying to duplicate the flavor
Another clout chaser
With or without a pace maker
And bracers
Soft as a wafer
Yet another copy cat
You're wrong for that
Going to one up you chumps, with or without a hockey mask
For ages I've been at the bottom, reaching for the top
More than a lot
Attempting to plot and stir up the pot
Whether the temperature cold or hot
Like it or not
They'll get caught
And put on the spot
Having to pay the cost
For such foolish talk
Regarding any parameters
Days and nights may or may have not been spectacular
I guess there's always been scavengers
And bandwagoners
As well as opposition and challengers
Whether or not their ambassadors
During any date on the calendar
It was either solved or obscure, by any medical examiner
Above and below any fields with or without lavender
"A writer must use ink from their heart for their readers." By Poet
Even as a creative "Ghost" writer,
we need "Heart" as we pull an all-nighter.
What will our muse want to "Deliver,"
maybe happy or sad or be a forgiver.
Words can sometimes be very "Tender,"
other times be bold and an offender.
"Erase" is one of our many tools,
no writer wants to be put in a group of fools.
Words are like paint painting the weather,
from days with flowers like pretty heather.
Summers can be really hot and bold,
then we cool off to a winter of "Cold."
They say our blood is really ink,
not red but a pretty pink.
our world is a mystery
a mystery that Sherlock Holmes’s cheeks turn the shade of blood shed in wars when it is mentioned
because he couldn't solve this case
this mystery is full of variables variables that have feelings
doesn't that make it so much harder?
variables that lie and cheat their way out of being solved
out of being put into a graph
variables that are like serial killers
they want to be caught
they want to be solved
they want to proudly show their mothers their work of art
variables that want to believe they are original
not copies
not copies that are smeared because the ink is running low
we want to believe that song lyrics are written for us and it is raining for us and these poems are written for us but we are wrong
we are not selfish.
these variables have a right to believe that these things
we have a right to hope to be noticed and to not be a copy
but when our voices join together and scream in harmony
“i am original”
it loses its meaning.
these variables are stubborn.
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands e.e. cummings
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" LV means Love"
contrasting winds which carried particles
of who we used to be
circled and settled. to fold into one
...becoming us...
that you are me...and i am you..
two hearts, one sun, one moon, that built a love
where twists and bends, would melt into one,
where eyes can't see where threads connect;
a solid rock, yet soft as feathers
where I can come to lay my head
and cast away the darkest day, the cruelest night
never will we understand
the shifts and strains of wayward winds
that whirl, and pound on fate's own door
the knowing why is not what counts, what matters deeply more...
is when I reach my hand to touch
this vaporous thing...impossible to define
where mortal words can not explain
nothing to see, nothing to touch,
just the faint breath of us
a dream, not myth....that final sleep cannot erase....
so sure this breath of life we share
is reason enough, that we are here
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For Joann's Contest "Copy Cat" My poem inspired by e.e. cummings poem LVII
Highlight what you wish to copy, then give it a right click.
Look for the "copy" option, then simply click on it.
Right click where you want what you've copied to eventually be displayed,
then all that is left for you to do is click on the option "paste."
If you don't know how to highlight, this is all you have to do.
Click and hold while moving your curser, highlighting as much as you want to.
Once you have highlighted all that you wish
release the hold and give the highlight a right click.
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Where I cannot post a link, I post a web address in haste,
but I forget that not everyone knows how to copy and paste.
I hope the above helps others to learn how to Copy & Paste.
I know very well that it can be hell staying on top of the computer age.
Revenge of the Office Copier
By Elton Camp
I started to make copies of an important report.
Just as I commenced, it sent a printed retort.
“Though I don’t contain a single strand of DNA,
I deserve respect and have gone on strike today.”
“I’m tired of hearing humans describe me as slow.
In rebellion against their constant demands I’ll go.
Although I have been their most faithful friend,
They just curse and say that I’m, ‘Jammed again.’”
“They act like I’m deliberately trying to cause woe
Most any time that my paper tray dares to run low.
And when my cartridge of toner finally runs dry,
As if it’s my fault, they roll their eyes and sigh.”
“You needn’t bother to call the copier repairman.
To deal that I’ve already developed a sure plan.
While he is here, I will copy things just right.
But I’ll stop again as soon as he’s out of sight.”
“Plan to show him this note and you’re out luck.
In just ten seconds, it is designed to self-destruct.
I expect that after this I will get a lot more respect.
And that I have the power to disrupt, you’ll recollect.”
Am I the one you dream of,
Am I the one you prayed silently for with closed eyes at your bed side,
Am I the one you magnificently created of her figment,
Deeply rooted and knotted in that dark part of your past.
Do you think you can create, recreate those vivid but vague images of her carbon
copy through me?
Am I the one you want to smile like her,
Caress, embrace and erase your deviant discrepancy.
Have you visualized the slaving, the hard work she put in?
It seems I am the one you want to prolong the epidemic of your rage
Am I the one you really care for
Or am I just a coaster to absorb that water from your glass
Am I the one you pictured walking towards you on that cool Sunday evening
In that small chapel on the side of that Hill.
Am I the one you will share and tell stories about,
The one who will inspire you to become greater than you.
Will I be the one you run to when all hell breaks lose?
Am I the one you place above all other.
Will I be the one to conceive and bear seed just to please you?
Seeds that resemblances you and in essences are you
Will I ever be that one?
The one you have morphed within the cavity of your brain.
Copy cats,
I never liked them,
They stalk like they don't care,
But they do.
They seem glad for your success,
But they are just envied.
They congratulate and hug you,
But they just stab you in the back.
But what they don't know,
Is that you will always be a step ahead,
And they will wander behind.
Just know you are winning,
When you are being copied.. :)
Roy and Zenia had six kids I say
And all of their names began with J,
June, Junior and Justin
Joyce, Jackie and Jacquelyn,
Why in the world would they think this way?
And Jacquelyn, we think should know better
Did the same dumb thing, but no matter,
Candace, Carla, all C's
Celeste and Cory
When friends mocked, they think that they flatter.
So Candace want to keep up the trend
And she named all her five children M,
Malika, Makela
Makeva, Maesha
And Makai is the boy at the end.
Well Malika she just had a son
Amari is the name of this one
So I hope she’ll be smart
And don’t follow this art
If to her some more children are born
A carbon copy
The master imitation
Ungenuine friends
Let me steal your thoughts, cause they are so close to mine
Can I borrow a pen and paper? Tell me again, what was that line?
I was feeling so unbalanced, with no source of inspiration to tap
then I heard about you, and suddenly my inspiration is back!
Maybe I should just quit writing, let you speak my piece?
I mean, you might just as well, you are so much like me.
I can relate to your words, like our history was the same.
And the way you break it down, girl you got my kind of game.
Ok, maybe you are right, I need to be original to my audience
but I'm past a blank slate, your words are already in my inner-conscience.
So I'll keep on reading yours, cause I enjoy it when I do
I'll stay true to me, but might lend a phrase or 2.
So thanx for sharing your heart, I appreciate it more than you know,
I give credit to you and I really dig your flow.
The original human was called Adam
We are: Copy Cats
As any printer the original is always perfect
Yet, when a copy is made from a copy and so on
Eventually it starts to fade becoming unreadable
Some will be born with defects
While others seem to be normal but, are they?
The first human created was perfect
Yet in our educated minds they were defective
Why?
We believe that knowledge brings perfection
But does it?
What does knowledge create?
Man has created transportation for man
What does it cause? Death.
Cause and effect,
Planes crash causing death
Cars crash causing death
Medication heals and kills mankind
Why do we have different diseases?
Some blame death on God and if God existed
Why?
Did the person you love die from a disease?
Like any copy made it eventually fades away
There is man made death and natural death
Man made death is caused by mans creations
Natural death is caused by imperfections
Some are logical and some are not
While some excel in knowledge and,
Some don’t, some kill and some don’t
Our knowledge kills mankind
There was a tree in the garden of Eden
Called:
The tree of knowledge of good and evil
What is good and what is Evil?
One of the Ten commandments says:
Thou Shalt not kill.
You as an individual may not have killed but,
As a whole group we all have killed,
Created by one and have multiplied into,
Many.
Sin has been pasted down to you and I
This is why Christ died for all our sins.
Knowledge is to know and to know is,
Knowledge.
Some will see the Bible as truth while,
Others won’t why? Because, we are all copy's of,
The Tree of Knowledge of good and Evil!