Best Facsimile Poems
Here sitting are my Poetry Soup Peeps,
Comfortably calm within their abode…
Don’t stare too long for they’ll give you the creeps,
Plus one of them may pass gas and explode…
There’s Uncle Herman, the head of the clan,
With Lily his wife the veiled Vampire Queen…
Hanging around is Grandpa the Bat-Man,
With all teeth Eddie, their son the wolf teen…
Poor Marilyn prettiest of the bunch,
Never kept a boy even with her looks…
Her family would invite them for lunch,
For they all ran amok even the crooks…
Thirteen thirteen Mockingbird Lane, they dwell,
My Poetry Soup Peeps, Munster’s from hell.
...if anyone disagrees with this facsimile debauchery, please soup mail me and I shall remove you from the premises...
...the names have been dropped to protect my innocence...
...come on peeps, all in good clean haunting fun...
...there's more to come, I'm afraid...
...stay tuned to the same 'Bat' channel...
...(((((HAPPY HALLOWEEN)))))...
Fourteen lines
10 Syllables per line
Oct.25.2019
New Fall Sonnets
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I hope Emile understands...I mean Halloween is in the fall, right.
My Gallery
In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial-up connection
of live wires
The modem is working just
To repeatedly provide
the facsimile of
Barren and bald paths
Inner lumbering of daily freight
Coiling, clutching upward
There is no vivacity
The vital force has parasited
How I inhale life?
My days and nights are bolted
Inside a brain cell,
My voice has held back
It lays a plan to brawl my soul
Residing in my own skull
Dictates notes imitating my tone
I couldn’t disintegrate my recall
As my shadow has left me
There remains Just I, me and myself,
Why is my brain a black hole?
Could it not be a universe?
Of a constellation of migraine, tablets
Syringe, backache and insomnia
Dream has become a dead pattern
As worn out as fossil led glow
Everything has become identical
Except the weight of consequence
That has variations of endurance
As I go through perdition
My imbalance will be rectified
Hang my art on the wall
As after allotted time
My gallery will end
My love for you, is like a tender blossom
awakening to the kiss of the sun.
My love is a moth venturing into the dark of the night
My love for you, is like a virgin bride
awaiting the tentative call of her groom.
My love is a sticky web spun swiftly by a black widow
My love for you, is like a little brook
trickling along its merry way.
My love, a cotton-mouth twirling seductively in the mating jig
Your love for me is drowning in the fumes of pure desire
A single folly only i will ever dare to remember
Mine is like the burning flame atop Mount Olympia
Dying, like the glowing embers of sinful Gomorrah
My love for you is rekindled by the supple lips
borne hither on the breath of your Zephyr
My love has sailed like a lost vessel in unchartered waters
My passion like a phoenix will rise from the ashes
your disdain the anchor on its glory
It is a fallen tree, the crimson core of my fading essence.
Didi... xoxo
Once I dared render
A trapping of quintessence
To hold fast all that is you
Somewhere upon my canvas
To capture your beauty
In pastels of feigned adoration
From charcoaled scratched eyes
Slowly her face takes form
Searching yesterdays colours
To recapture the essence of your voice
Now merely a passionate facsimile
Obtusely rendered in penciled arrogance
My sketching comes from experience
Tracings of agony felled of your eyes
From the easels edge drips my anguish
Now a morass union of passivity
How I long to feel the heat of your fiery spirit…
I look in the mirror and what do I see
Who is that person looking at me?
I look round the back but no one is there
I don’t recognise, her she gives me a scare.
I check for the glass, my fingers touch it,
It’s cool and it’s silky, but the face does not fit.
Who is this person looking at me?
Nan told me once of the woman in the glass.
‘She gave me a fright I can tell you lass.
I walked past the mirror and what did I see
This old woman standing staring at me.
She came and haunted me every day,
I talked to her nicely and asked her to go away.
Day after day she visited often,
One day my sweet child it will then be your turn.’
I remember my Nan telling me these words,
I look at the reflection and it seems absurd
For standing in the mirror looking at me
Is a woman like my Nan or a facsimile.
In the splendorous sapphire space of my pristine heart,
shimmering in the sanctified radiance of the indigo night,
you gleamed like seraphic sequins of argentine moondust,
making me feel fascinated as I sensed your cerulean sheen.
My heart morphed into a mesmeric turquoise lake,
where the rose petals flying from my garden floated
with the reflection of the facsimile of your floral face.
My soaring spirit engraved the beauty of heavenly intuition.
My heart swathed by the silver streaks of stardust sparkle,
pulsated at its crescendo with the concerto of ecstasy,
where the beauty of your enticing ballet I saw imaged.
Suffused with moonshine my mind mirrored your charm.
My mind became resplendent replica of memory montage,
as the platonic pattern of heavenly love’s perception
configured the enticement image in kaleidoscopic collage.
where the unsoiled mirror of my heart reflected your beauty.
My yearning blazed in the inferno of your essence,
with the winged blizzard of winter the flame flew away,
turning the mind to extinguished embers of afflicted past,
piling up in debris of remembrance, swathed by gloomy ash.
On the weary wings of the winter of dire discontent,
wafting in wilderness on the polar winds of despair
the wilted leaves of my languishing longing
blew away rustling into the obscure realm of nowhere.
My yearning turned into glacial embrace of aggravation,
you flew away from the congealed fold of beleaguered love.
Forsaken in the freezing darkness of the arctic nest,
I live with the frozen feather you left in my plagued memories.
You, a dance of golden light upon my step of day
hath sprung me to your happiness
OCTOBER SUN ;
beneath a facsimile of crisp, you are the ray
that lights me up and takes my breath away
OCTOBER SUN;
whence forth this steadfast golden orb is bless
inside of me you fill, my every guess
you are,
OCTOBER SUN;
cold, bright, crisp, falling on colored leaves,
thou glows strongest way up on the eaves.
My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dazzling dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your floral face,
adroitly adorned.
The luring luster of lilac rose lined your lips,
quivered with the cadence of the dancing dew.
As rhapsody rippled in my heart’s mesmerized meadow,
at the edge of stalled time I soared in euphoria,
endlessly enchanted.
In the velvet vale of my mind fashioned by fervor,
I carved a charming channel of longing to reach you.
The climbing cloud of my craving came down in a torrent,
making my melodic love a meandering river,
earnestly enthralled.
The oasis of my mind one day dried in the desert,
dripping cloud drenching the desiccated passion didn’t stay long,
disappeared with the draft of the summer wind of discontent,
as in the sand storm the dregs of divested desire drifted away,
utterly unowned.
The river of longing in my abandoned valley got lost,
the fervent flowers I gave you withered in your vase,
but your memory preserved some in perception,
the ones you liked the most,
amazingly adoring.
When in the lonely hours they would appear apparently alive,
take you to the valley of flower we had been together once,
it was me they would then let you know,
and allure you with my unwritten absence,
eternally engraved.
A.W. Nutter
Morning grass laden with diamonds
Reflecting light as the sun ascends
Sleep riddled muscles slow to respond
Fear shoved aside as hunger transcends
Past sins continue to haunt the present
Forever trapped in an earth bound hell
The plague of suffering is heaven sent
My soul imprisoned in a living shell
Born to a sadist, another reprobate
Life a facsimile of countless others
Reincarnation, my preordained fate
Symbolic murders in my thirtieth year
Breeze caressing, naked legs and chest
Involuntarily shivering from the cold
God's retribution, collecting his debt
As this day of torture begins to unfold
My master approaches giving me a kiss
Before he begins carving away the skin
Eons of screams, echoing in the abyss
No salvation offered, no remission of sin
" I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination "
In the midst of woods
A cryptic houri's crooning
Euphony - suffused.
Nocturnal deity humming her lyrical milieu
Yarn of Utopian hymn of nostalgia
Missing her sublime empyrean realm, now ...
Place seems so eccentric ... strange ensued in just a flash
How mind's eye brought this door to reach " LIMITLESS "
Facing the Ingress of CHANGE
Goddess of melody stepped and witnessed the other world behind the realm
A cyan orb with burning effulgent daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of lustrous sparks of luminescence
Planet surrounded by towering trees oscillating
Dancing together with the blithesome rhythmic gust of cool breeze
Nymphalid gliding, vagabonding with grace and elegance
Bragging its chromatic stunning ala above the turfs embracing the land
Rocks, pebbles, grass, insects and animals in harmony
Clouds, birds, skies, heaven and earth in equilibrium
Like music - heavenly, perfect, profound, and heartfelt
Factual sanctuary - undisturbed habitat of existence
Home of soothing silence - obscure, raw ...
Goddess now a HUMAN
Mortal - in time, will cease and die. . .
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*HAIKU
**ACROSTIC
***FREE VERSE
*-* jun-jun villanueva
~~~~~" THREE GEMS " contest~~~~~~
july 29,2011
I stole Milne's painting,
now in photographic film, splayed
on a foreign screen,
in a landscape void of life,
and hey- I'm not too proud of it.
But who would be?
of an image within an image,
a facsimile of vision,
and a breath of death,
exhumed with other bones:
those scattered remains
of Great Canadian Poets,
and I shudder at the name-
"A Country North of Belleville…"
untouched on the page,
and never the same,
as uncovered
by that beer-drinkin' man,
stumbling through the trees
like trylobites, like bones,
like soft outlines of fading beige
turning brown
as long fallen leaves,
entombed under a siege of snow,
expressed, under careful scrutiny
almost a century ago
Temple may be far from my place,
Let me bring smile, to someone’s face.
Life began with a sweet charm,
enjoying till extreme, no matter what harm.
Childhood was beautiful as could be,
Without exasperation and necessitate, eternally free.
It was then I took a new dive,
Adorn in a uniform, I entered school life.
Confined boundaries saw the emergence of new faces,
Flatten my life and left without traces.
Some, embarked their facsimile in my mind,
Contemplative about them I was in cloud number nine.
Feelings were saturated with love and emotions,
Everything tempting, beyond any fascinations.
Third phase was phase of certitude,
My contumelious nature made me crude.
Parents and family took a back seat,
To the tunes of my friends, I was a dancing fleet.
Afternoons became sleepy, active were the nights,
Bikes, brawls, convulsion were common sights.
Inconsiderate, careless about my future,
Forgot almost everything taught by my teacher.
Standing on a crossroad, with a question mark,
I was 25 and my future seemed dark
Friends, who use to say never will they leave,
Smiling with others they went, hard to believe.
Wasted opportunities to guide my life,
All I could do now was compromise.
Standing alone in the scotching sun,
Some hands covered me so that skin does not burn.
Turned back to see whose hands were they,
My parents like an answered prayer
Mother removed pebbles from the road;
Father advanced his hand so that I could hold.
They guided me to my destination,
Brace me, without any hesitation.
In no time took me out of my blues,
Parents like you are very few.
You were always there, right from the start,
I thank you from the core of my heart.
In the midst of woods
A cryptic houri's crooning
Euphony - suffused.
Nocturnal deity humming her lyrical milieu
Yarn of Utopian hymn of nostalgia
Missing her sublime empyrean realm, now ...
Place seems so eccentric ... strange ensued in just a flash
How mind's eye brought this door to reach " LIMITLESS "
Facing the Ingress of CHANGE
Goddess of melody stepped and witnessed the other world behind the realm
A cyan orb with burning effulgent daystar - mirrored, reflected
Drawing up the facsimile of lustrous sparks of luminescence
Planet surrounded by towering trees oscillating
Dancing together with the blithesome rhythmic gust of cool breeze
Nymphalid gliding, vagabonding with grace and elegance
Bragging its chromatic stunning ala above the turfs embracing the land
Rocks, pebbles, grass, insects and animals in harmony
Clouds, birds, skies, heaven and earth in equilibrium
Like music - heavenly, perfect, profound, and heartfelt
Factual sanctuary - undisturbed habitat of existence
Home of soothing silence - obscure, raw ...
Goddess now a HUMAN
Mortal - in time, will cease and die. . .
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Haiku
Acrostic
Free Verse
july 30,2011
driving through streets of angst and apathy
driving to the place where I can actualize my desire
to eat a 12 piece bucket of chicken hunks
smiling at the coo-koo bird with **** exposed
the paper words speaking in a greasy cacophony
that sings louder than the top 40 rap from the car next to me
the all encompassing fried waft fills the upper quadrants
of my olfactory facilities
my pavlovian salivary stalactites are noteworthy in the rearview
the napkins that won't suffice tonight
whilst sipping new dessicated sanguine juice
later I shall roll in the fractured bones and discarded cartilage
with the glee of a lion licking the last remnants of flesh
from the femur of the sleeping zebra
driving with my portable fan to scent glaze those caught at the precipice
of another uncomfortable intersection smoldering with the anticipation
of another color
it's night and my eyes work like the retinas of an great horned owl
hookers flittering about within the shadows in the fashion of desperate hyenas
eyes reflecting red to further emphasize the craze
the urge/smell to press forward is overwhelming
the distractions are fantastic
the howls of maligned dogs echoes over the canopy of green neon
I am the great white hunter bringing home my quarry and
park this steely beast making its heart turn off
metal and flesh move at different vibrations that only appear similar
yes it is time to work the mandible with great passion yet
with empty thoughts as the world outside the den
makes the brain short circuit from its normal capacities
other than hunting for the best family meal deal
because down by the facsimile of a watering hole there are whole animal parts
compressed into small and workable units
MY LOVE*****
My tussle with nature will be fruitless
If not for that, I will fight for a millenia
Just to spend my life with you
I will make our love awestruck for your progeny
And posterity will make us a monument
To hail always till the end of time
Because a facsimile of our love will be impossible
Romeo and juliet will be exchange with our names
And the act of Delaila will be extinct
Trust will be our backbone
Faithfulness will be our weapon
And loyalty will always sheild us
Seldom will there be fighting or quarreling
Because of our perfection
Which strengthens our affection