Best Imitators Poems
Forgive intrusion in the fray
I'm making comments today
Tom's limericks, three
were cute as can be
But of Kim and Jack, I must say.....
We all know how well Kim can write
She graces each page of the site
But limerick queen
Jan is a machine
There's no cause to argue or fight (all done in fun)
Limerick's have a syllable count
Ya can't use just any ol amount
Jack uses too many
His words aplenty
It's a problem he must surmount
It's the same with Shakespeare's sonnet
No matter whose name is on it
There's one Scotland Yard
And only one Bard
No imitators, doggone it
Don't get stalled with rhyme and meter
Sometimes prose can read much sweeter
Write what's in your heart
Poetry is art
Pick up your pen and don't teeter
No showdowns here; we're having fun
Put away your slingshot and gun
Not calling the law
Just havin' a jaw
Don't run me out of town...I'm done
red plumes, sunset blooms
since denim sky blues faded
lookalikes, sweet fumes
ever moving wind
fragrant and changing like sky
cedes to misty trend
reds, pinks, plums and golds
the world I knew went away
mimics unpatrolled
scarlet summer sass
red cardinal sings sultry
diamonds in green grass
Porridge is ploppy' broth is real thin..
However this true 'soup of poetry' fills things up to the brim..
I'll admit its sometimes murky... yet its flavours real strong...'
its long on warm welcomes to whoever jumps in'
It can be hot at the bottom and bubbly on top;
I hope that your senses can take in a lot.
There’s lumps in the mixture that can challenge your swallow;
But if you stick with your portion you'll see how it beats imitators hollow.
I've hit a few snags.. I'll admit there are trials,
Yet the Judges aren't for 'hanging'
(I mean they make decisions sometimes) L O L...
Now I don't put that in verses, well I hadn't till now
It probably won't Rhyme, but it’s to late anyhow,
Now just where was I? Oh yes you must try,
And keep 'a circulating or you might boil the pot dry.'
I've been trapped in the bubbles that might be silly to you
But the old silly-bubbles do get me in a stew,
If you bite down on one, and you hear a slight ahh!
It’s either a soft or a hard one, now you may not be sure,
Like the egg and the chicken... That got squashed by a car;
It can be quite academic, if you make it that far,
and if that does happen,
That you travel that road,
A nice plump 'foul' wouldn’t hurt ,if its in the brew throwed
If the egg isn't seen, I don't give a dang.!
Pop that bird in the pot, that'll be just the thang....
©Joe Maverick 30-11-2013
All the gym's a stage
And all the pale boys merely players;
Unconvincing ones, too.
At the theatre entrance
I part with pride
For a curious form of Vaudeville.
The maxims of inertia invert.
No longer are the masters
Of the ruling class.
To make up for their deficit,
They perform:
Cackle, strut, and prance disgustingly,
Strive insensitively to sound “street,”
To be street.
(Street actors.)
It must be black magic
To float over concrete,
To steer balls
Into circles.
Audience: the girls and I,
But especially
The dark magicians themselves,
Who either sponsor their imitators,
Or disapprove and sneer.
Cheated of my cash again,
I hurry backstage
And recognize the actors
Without their costumes,
Sporting familiarity: Hollister, Jansport, Abercrombie.
The bell rings; they exit;
The shoe polish
Washes off their faces;
They morph
Into rich white boys
Once more.
If you know how to die you know how to live.
Listen to Bryant
In the basement by the light bulb.
Live and Let Die
Let Me Die First.
(Release some air for the breathless)
Die with a whole heart, unbroken, unfixed
Die without orgasms
Die at 47--Depression
Die at ten and seven--Fell off the earth
Listen to O'Neill
I know this guy, I know his circles
I've inherited his gift/curse of
Seeing the insides of people through their pupils
Blue, Hazel, Brown, Black, they're all the same
They hate their lives but they don't show it
They sob sitting on the cold steel toilet
No periods, no commas, to hell with punctuation
There's no poetry, no fiction, no prose
Stop writing
Stop drinking your coffee and
Typing on your laptops
Stop your romanticizing
Nobody cares
The best have already been
You're only copycats and imitators and posers
Amateurs
The great ones dig deeper in the ground
Away from you
Read and don't write
Or
Do some math problems
"Everybody needs math nowadays"
Become a
Doctor or a
Stock broker
Or
Go turn to dust at your cubicle
Do some slothful American job
Communication Nation
Industrialization
Mechanization
Machines run the nation
People watch the machines
And wet themselves
And soil themselves
And ejaculate
Listen to Bob Dylan
Was this good enough for you
Poetry Soup, poetry.com, winningwriters.com?
Did it make the minimum amount of sense?
Was it modern enough for you?
You're just like the rest of the jungle
"Phonies"
"Conformists"
Praise be to Jean Marie Marchese,
And Tony Bush, and Deborah
Simpson and...Gods of the poetic universe
If only I were a Premier Member
John Styth Pemberton, do you know what you have done?
You invented something that is popular with everyone.
You occupation was as an Atlanta apothecary.
Whatever you cooked up in your kettle seemed contrary.
Fans of one of your recipes became a plethora.
However, none of them knows the exact formula.
What was intended as a medicine for the head,
became popular as a soft drink beverage instead.
What you were looking for was a cure for headaches.
What a strange path destiny sometimes takes.
In all the lands where different flags are unfurled,
your product can be found anywhere in the world.
It is a brown syrup with coca and cola nut extract.
Other imitators would soon get into the act.
People do not drink cola all of the time.
That is why there are beverages of lemon and lime.
Soft drinks of many other flavors exist.
The numbers of them make a very long list.
Among many fans, your product is number one.
The spot at the top will never be undone.
Those who complained about Thor’s left-field watery dip during last year’s Avengers: Age of Ultron will likely roll their eyes at the number of superfluous scenes that flutter around Snyder’s DC Comics Cinematic Universe Scrapbook. Should anyone be surprised? Probably not. The marketing behind this film has forever been transparent about how overloaded this story was always going to be. Unlike Marvel and Disney, DC and Warner Bros. refused to take things slow and opted instead to work off the big bang theory wherein a giant explosion of ideas will eventually spread out to create some sort of functioning universe. Did it work? It’s too early to tell, but things don’t bode too well if Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice is any indication.
The problem isn’t Affleck, Cavill, or any of the actors. In fact, Affleck brilliantly captures the ethos and primal rage of Batman in a way that’s only been exhibited by Kevin Conroy in the Arkham games. This is a big ol’ grump who tortures his body in his own Batgym like a roided out Ryan Steven Lochte. He brands his prey. He stares at his costume like he wants to eat it. He’s visited by Freddy Krueger in his dreams. No, this is the Batman fans deserved. Cavill, on the other hand, continues to embellish the imperfections of the always-perfect Supes. He’s a far cry from the ray of sunshine that Christopher Reeve — or his many imitators, from Tom Welling to Brandon Routh — shed off, but he’s also stuck in a far more cynical world.
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Flash carefull of the dark i'm here forever
Malifecent imitators,now here,nevermore
Prudently need reed to stop, heart's weak
Land repeatedly emerge...memories bind
Green eyes once dared to love abidingly
Polyphony, Sonata, to thought the mind
To pupil the heart, affairs billions, for you
Never a note misspelled voice of nature
Gained blood shed soil hailed and meant
Lords house is all around right we belong
Exhale enhale live don't surrender I never
Blues green white and yellow flatter grey
However everything revealed its telltale
06/05/2017
The apostle Paul here brings his word
addressing those seekers to follow God
speaking here with confidence and boldness
living the life of God he will plod
Paul here shows Christ's approval of him
for he calls all that to God profess
to indeed walk keenly in his steps
for Christ's approval they should confess
The apostle himself shows his faith
for to please the Christ is his aim
so he points others to likewise direction
that they follow with similar flame
His exhortation comes from a full heart
telling his followers to also follow
keenly towards the ever living Christ
for that road brings no sorrow
So indeed heed Paul's true word
make it your absolute inward desire
to go after Christ for evermore
proving yourself with godly fire
('Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ.') 1 Corinthians ch. 11 v. 1 (ESV)
Many people continue to sing about some world states captured by some powerful business people, and
leaders of World…
“State capture ruling system is not a made in Europe...”
Let us look in the history of
the world to understand the author of the states capture and the imitators of that system...
As author of
some published books and other which are not published...
Years ago some dark “Black “powerful Emperors and Kings used to capture some territories in the world.
And imposed the captured leaders to do things according to their will and laws.
That was the
“Black Supremacy “
to mean the power of the black people to rule the World…
" The dominance of the black
nations in the World"
"The superiority of the dark peoples in the world."
" Many Europeans and North
Americans know about this."
So the Author of the state capture system and slavery are some powerful black” Dark” Emperors and Kings in BC.
February 01/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Worshippers of the shallow, whorish Hollywood stars
Imitators of the gangster rapper’s hateful raves
They drive small vibrating Japanese cars, with big tailpipes
Unconscious to reality, caught in the dropout’s trance
Fatherless children stumbling behind cell phoned welfare queens
Products of rainbow partying, painted teenage hookers
The indiscriminate lives of the mindless bobble head
In an endless ear phoned zombie nod, to the loser’s tune
Observe closely my fellow self centered Baby Boomers
Watch and you will learn my materialistic X-Gens
For these out of mind and sight products of pure decadence
Will one day hold the future in their pierced and tattooed hands
God's blessings fill this book
to the fullest is given to read
in Ch. 1 spiritual blessing in Christ
prays with thanks for the promised seed
In Ch. 2 salvation is explained
God's purpose comes by grace through faith
so now believers are one in Christ
reconciled by His blood scripture saith
The apostle Paul tells here in Ch. 3
of the mystery of the gospel no less
shows the Gentile's, fellow heirs in Christ
this the Lord has revealed to bless
One body and one spirit overall
united together by faith to maintain
put on the new self, created by God
as Ch. 4 explains for Christ to reign
So be imitators of God, walk in love
for Christ loved us and died in our place
understand God's will be filled by His spirit
this Ch. 5 makes clear, shows God's grace
Ch. 6 tells of God's armour to be worn
to fight off the devil's fiery darts
this Paul sums up in his final words
as God's purpose is to encourage our hearts
(Ephesians is a book filled with Divine understanding inspired by the Holy Spirit, So I have tried to bring awareness to those who may find it difficult to grasp.)
God is an epitome of love, service and perfection
Throughout our life, we seek love
We serve our senses, body, family and society willingly
We aim for perfection, to the best of our ability
God is eternal, we act as if we are eternal
This is because our soul is a fragmental part of God,
existing within God
We are souls not body
Out of delusion, we feel we are the body
Live to satisfy needs of our body and that of those around us
Clinging to body, we suffer perpetually
Our life becomes a saga of unending physical and mental pain
Neither body nor this world belongs to us
Both are selfish, trying to fulfill their needs through us
We can never have peace while we are attached to body and world
We need to end our delusion
God has given humans free will and intelligence
so that we may seek and see our soul
understand our true position within God
Go back to Him
To get detached from world and body
To be attached to unknown, unseen is not easy
Ancient Indian scriptures provided a solution
Positive affirmations of truth through powerful mantras
to attain the highest of states in which the individual self
dissolves inseparably in Brahman or God
Prajnanam Brahma - Consciousness is Brahman
Ayam Atma Brahma - This self is Brahman
Tat Tvam Asi - Thou art That or You are one
Aham Brahmasmi - I am Brahman or I am Divine
Chanting of these mantras either during meditation
Or while we go about our daily tasks
helps remove our delusion
~~~
Love all, serve all, treat all with equal respect
All are embodiment of almighty
Loving, serving all is akin to loving service to God
Denounce falsehood, embrace truth
Dedicate your life to the loving service of almighty
It is perfection in action
You become one with God
Realise all are him
Tat Tvam Asi
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Corinthians 12
Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it.
Romans 12:5
So we, though many, are one body in Christ, and individually members one of another.
John 13:34
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.
Ephesians 5:1
Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children
13.07.2021
For Tat tvam asi, Unseeking seeker
Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find
Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough
Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame
With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made as fears
Sprang on the lost the illusion
Baked in their soft centre
In reaction to the disaffection and delusion
That feelings may never enter
Into contests
Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain
Under pretexts
A go at love in the main
Signifies a journey on the back of futility
Backed up by contrary advice
Veering towards the volatility
Love tags along in every slice
Love snaps on suitors
Mad
Enough to pose as imitators
Of sad
Hearts that cried
Once smitten
To the core when they tried
To tame love forgotten
Into the dustbin of history
Replete with burnt fingers
Whose mixed blessing story
Singe many Cupid singers.
We are shadows
living the dark
of our own
obstructions
imitators of light
worshiping furnaces
cores of stars
hydrogen eaters
helium floaters
casting nets
into a sea of glitter
our daily catch
of expiring illumination
traveling ever further out
away from man's indwelling
brilliance
that of a Sacred Heart