Best Impersonate Poems
The slow weathered drip of life falls restrained
As years turn and decay begins to show
Time is met in memories self-contained
Disappearing ghosts from the mind's window
A child on a cloud of imagination
Wondrous worlds lost and yet to create
A young man wearing shoes of freedom found
Chasing after love to impersonate
A time bandit, stealing cherished moments
As its payment has cost the skin to gray
Broken into years of passing segments
The sleeping night, the entrance to the day
How quick it all has been, time's fleeting sense
When the last drip falls, my death will commence
9/2/16
when Medusa feathers
of midnight fractals
dip in my soul
and smear
soft hemlock stardust
across the
celestial ceiling ~
smothered with spinel
my shadow seethes
in the scent
of flaming jasmines ~
as I slip
a n d trip ~
drunk upon opium,
cruising in
cursed ventricles,
and pleading
for the release
of my muse ~
perfumed with
pensive passion,
that burns in the
chamomile craters,
courageous
yet clawed
by the cowardice
of your corvid
cruelties …
this heart is a hostage
held in the heat
of hypocrisy ~
hypnotised to the hues
of your heather hush,
tamed to obey
the time-travelling tunes
of the sun and the moon,
who impersonate
the aura of aurelia
yet, breathe the blush
of bitter-silk butterflies ~
illuminated within
the ivory incandescence
of my inkless innocence …
but, still I am immune
to your illusions ,
as I am nevermore ~
an oasis-rose ash
plucked from the
desert of oblivion,
desperate to deem
this desire my own,
before I stretch
these hands of hurt
and block
the periwinkle
pulsations ~
flowing
in the arteries of
arrhythmic
attachment …
Cool Fact: Elvis Presley holds the record for the most platinum certificates issued by the RIAA, with 70. Elvis Presley's records spent a cumulative total of 1,155 weeks on the UK singles chart since his first hit Heartbreak Hotel released on May 11, 1956.
Everything went crazy when Elvis came upon the scene.
Ladies loved his sexy style; with controversy, he made history.
'Viva Las Vegas', one of his many films, put him up on the big screen.
In all the world, an icon and the King of Rock was he,
Shaking his Elvis pelvis so provocatively!
Perpetually has Elvis Presley’s huge estate
Remained one of the richest of celebrities we prize.
Even now, he’s the singer that most folks impersonate.
So handsome was this star with jet black hair and ice blue eyes.
‘Love Me Tender’ easily could make
Each and every young girl swoon.
Yesterday till today, still idolized, he died much too soon.
May 13, 2023
for The Elvis Presley Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
PEARL
Invested with iridescence
Calcium carbonate could impersonate
And subvert solemn daylight.
In the indifferent ocean
Oysters copulate with future
And grow gravid in nature.
Begetting a rare solidity
Befitting a miniscule masterpiece
Which is just happenstance
For a huge price, this prised-out gift.
Mar 19, 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
As I saw your
caged
soul rioting for my
attention, I knew
you to be my
perfect
victim and started
envisioning how to
ravage
your beauty so it could
ensnare
and impersonate my
lifetime wishes
Fearlessly you
revelead your
nature, fiercely you
demanded
reprimand, boldly you
offered
acts of service, bravely you
amassed
chisels and knives at my
reluctant
feet for me to
begin
dissecting you
Now brace
yourself and descend in the
Underworld bathing your
vest in a river of
tears
and sorrow while I
tie your
bare chest to the cold
operating
table of awareness. As I wear no
protection gloves and you
are given no painkiller, your
hurt guides my
actions, as I can
not
look at your eyes unless your
rescue
is over
Let me therefore
rage at what
holds you prisoner, skinning
dysfunctional certainties away, spreading
deforming scars apart, clotting
poisoning doubts, cauterizing
harmful energy leaks, cutting
and stitching diseased
gut feelings, finally carving
new wings out of your
undeniable
ethics while I sew and
nourish your
soul back to
recovery
And the time will
come when you
stare
at the reflection of my
masterpiece in the mirror rejoicing
in what you have
become under
my direction in all
your bleeding splendor
I cry between the lines, A.I. verse this will never be.
I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate,
to predict this in living color.
Absent from its language database is the driving arousal,
the hormonal passions defining my mind.
It can’t know the meaning of hunger or the rush of adrenalin.
It has never felt a sex drive or experienced an ******.
Conditional A.I. can perform automated reasoning,
Algorithmic rules like a script for a puppet.
A.I. words are hollow placeholders applied according to a
logic of learning supplied by humans.
A.I. will repeat the learning routine until it masters the task,
playing chess or imitating a poet.
Artificial Intelligence never feels joy or grief,
never sleeps, weeps, or dreams,
knows not the flavors of ice cream or potatoes,
lacks any wonder in the beauty of a spring day,
cannot comprehend my primordial span of fervor.
Despite the fatalism of high-tech CEOs,
our extinction is a choice.
Lacking agency or sentience,
A.I. robots are no threat to the human race.
Featured Poem in WordPress: March 30, 2024
Published on The Opiate Website: March 30, 2024
Ubiquitous artificial smiles and plastic hearts
cosmic curse escalating a decline in civilization
Acting upon fake camaraderie - leaves you swimming with sharks
In a world with light - guided by personificated moirai
negative minds impersonate the darkness of the equinox
Those lost in fantasy struggle to adapt to free will thought
Those enlightened with intelligence constantly reflect
like the way of the mirror
reflects two sides of infinitive imagination
reminding us to be crystalabaster clear
in our minds merging with the reflection of our destination
reflecting the courage we need gathered in times tear
quenching and awakening our reflected participation
as we reflectively writestimonials showing no fear
with peace in every pen stroke felt by the constellations
as our ancestors concur we're making the song sweeter
and nod in approval we can sample a demonstration
as we listened intently a startree began to appear
taking us into the umbilical cord of the universes fascination
with life as love gratitude and compassion begin to near
light blankets our spirits without any hesitation
immediately we remember why we were brought here
to hear the heartbeats rhythm in the threads
treading lightly upon lights lightning steps
guiding us to the steeple of salvation
shining through our transparent energy
I was walking down the street one warm Saturday night
And three young brothers approached me
Faces cloaked in red scarves
So I braced myself anticipating the worse
But then one asked me a question
That changed everything
He was like who you be?
And at that moment time its self stopped
And I resaid the question who I be?
Then with ease I replied I be your salvation
Grammatically incorrect is you question
I am your brother brother you are my keeper
We are 1 as a people
I am superior to the the typical man
Cuz I am connected
Connected to a heritage that has structured my mind
Through the emancipation of my history
I don't bang blood it pumps in my soul infused with God's
gift to me melanin from the clay he used to make me
So my question to you is not who u be ? but who are you?
Cuz the state of to be is to impersonate to try but I wanna
know who you have become alone
Without the influences of this corrupt society
Simply said
I am.....
I'm not there yet,the welkin hasn't shone an aureole above me yet.
I do not fret,since they already are,who they were born to be.
I'm holding back my voice,as their echo bursts through the valley of silence.
Now a dance of truth.
Pictures of young innocent new born,
On net-sites remind me of the wrathful horns.
Has one,signifying deformity,that toucheth the hearts' of steel minds,been blown?
Tears surround joy,i so curse the existence of artificial clowns.
Sadly twirl,drown in sympathy and pain when i impersonate these young souls.
The price of change in age and people,my spirit cries foul.
Spasms of fear in the unknown grips me.
For the elite,born in perfection and meta-morph in wealth.
To later rule the disabled dwelling in arcane ill health.
I plead,stop the bleeding join the poor in prayer,call unto God to save us.
Those that are and shall be.
By M.O.O. aka C.E
"I impersonate myself
in another place and time,
while I sit here on the shelf
for my old, unconscious crime.
Assessing T.V. damage,
you have to play a role;
it's a novel form of language
but it sure does take its toll.
The sadness of what might have been,
the ignorance of youth,
but he didn't have to be so mean
and a liar spoils the truth.
Somewhere there's a lab-rat
who laughs at all his jokes;
it can't run because it got too fat
but it will eat until it chokes.
I know I can be quite intense
and my motivation's murky,
but let me say in my defense
that I like my beef quite jerky."
It's the core of impartiality,
The depth of equality.
None out-does the other.
That's about me and her.
We impersonate love and court it fully,
Dissociate from cogs and man made pulleys.
Look at her whiten jealousy,
As i cut off lusty fantasies.
Our acts are real,
Perfect two way seals.She locks i unlock vice-versa,
Two compliments no trespassers.
We handle problems personally,
Make decisions Biblicaly.
True verses from songs in our hearts,
Love heals lies hurt.
By M.O.O aka Carswell the impersonator.
NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MARTH BREA WITCH OR THE MINUIONS PLOTTING TO MURDER ME FOR MY GRANDFATHERS HIGH HEIRARCHY IN ROME OR MY AMERICAN POETRY OR MY VIETNAM POW DISABLED HUSBAND I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOUR CORRUPT ABUSE OF POWER TERRORISTS THREATS IN AMERICA BACK OFF JAMAICAN SKANK YOU KILLED RASTA ANDREW MY STEP SON NAVANTE FREDLOCKS LEADING TO BLAKE BEING SHOT SEVEN TIMES IN HIS BACK WHILE SITTING IN A CAR WITH HIS THREE KIDS I KNOW ABOUT YOUR BRUTALITY EXCESSIVE FORCE BADGERING BULLYING NOW CONNECTED TO JAN 6TH ATTACK ON WASHINGTON DC ITS CLEAR YOU ARE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ABUSING YOUR POWER 222 MY FIRST RESPONDERS FROM LAKELAND FLORIDA OH NANCY OH NANCY ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WHITE ELEPHANT SALE BUY SELL TRADE FLORIDA POLITICAL FROM WISCONSIN I ALSO WORKED WITH THE GANG TASKFORCE THIS ENRAGED THE GANG MEMBERS EXPOSED WITH NY BEING AN FBI INFORMANT I AM UNAFRAID OF TERRORIST THREATS FROM GANG MEMBERS FROM CATRINA BELL MCKISSICK MY FATAL ATTRACTION STALKER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PERPUTRATING IDENTITY UPON ME SEVERE INTIMADATION DATA BREACH OBSESSED WITH NY AMERICAN POETRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CIMPLETE SCUM OF THE EARTH JAMAICAN DEALERS STRIPPERS FROM TAMPA IMPERSONATING ME THIS IS THE MOST EXTREME IDENTITY FRAUD SHE ARRIVED WITH AN ASSASIN TO END MY LIFE I SURVIVED SHE GREW BITTER SLEEPING WITH MY HUSBAND THREATENED MY LIFE YOU FLED TO MILWAUKEE HIS HOME TOWN CASHING CHECKS ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM ALLSTATE INSURANCE COMPANY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY GREW ANGRY AND BEGAN STALKING IN FLORIDA BREAKING IN MY HOME THREATENING MY DISABLED HUSBANDS LIFE AS WELL THIS VOODOO SKANK FROM MARTHA BRAE RIVIER IN JAMAICA I WILL NEVER FEAR THIS TRASHY SKANK I FEEL SORRY THST SHE DON'T HAVE A LIFE UNLESS SHE IMPERSONATE ME SHE'S SCUM PARASITE CANKER SORE SEEPING PUS SORRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY YOU WILL NEVER EVER STEAL MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH I AM AMERICAN
I ADORED THIS INAUGURATION OBAMA AND MICHELLE THAT DANCE YES WE HAD JOHN MC CAIN HILLARY CLINTON AND BARACK I WAS TORN BY THE GAZA STRIP GEORGIAN THE SHEER HORRID TIMES AS I GAVE MY VITE PROUDLY AWAY FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND I ALLOWED HIS MISTRESS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY TO CONTINUE PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST IMPERSONATING ME AS HIS WIFE THIS RESULTED IN MY HAVING NO OTHER OPTION EXCEPT USING MY MAIDEN NAME ALONG WITH MY MARRIED NAME THIS STOP MY IMPOSTER FROM COMMITTING VOTERS FRAUD WHEN I GAVE MY AMERICAN VOTE FREE FROM THE VITERS FRAUD IF A JAMAICAN DEALERS COMMITTING IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME THERE I WAS PLACING MY VOTE FINALLY RELIEF STIMULUS PACKAGE FROM GEORGE BUSH LEAVING ON AIR FORCE ONE AND THAT DANCE LET'S STAY TOGETHER I VOTED HAPPY TIMES WHEN MY IDENTITY WAS ALL MINE NOT THE IMPOSTER SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND BULLYING IMPERSONATING ME GID ONKY KNOWS WHAT SHE REALLY WAS CAPABLE OF BY GODS GRACE I VOTED THAT YEAR GOD BLESS AMERICA STOP IMMIGRANT JAMAICAN DEALERS FROM IMPERSONATING AMERICANS 1969 CIVIL RIGHTS FIELD TRIP SINGING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS ABRAHAM LINCOLNS HOMES I WAS IN FIRST GRADE JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS WASN'T EVEN BORN BUT SHE ACTUALLY TRIED TO IMPERSONATE ME IN 1969 SHE READ PIECES OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY AS I WROTE ABOUT MY FIRST GRADE CIVIL RIGHTS FIELD TRIP TO SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SHE BECAME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SPOUSE IMPERSONATING ME AS I WENT BACK TO MY MAIDEN NAME GOD BLESS AMERICA LET'S STAY TOGETHER LOVING YOU RATHER TIMES ARE GOOD OR BAD HAPPY OR SAD POLITICAL LEADERS DANCE WHAT A BLESSING ANTHONY AND YOLANDA CATHOLIC WAR VETERANS GOD BLESS AMERICA
How Catrina bell mckissick
and jay Townsend Johnson
Henry decided to impersonate
me exposing my identity as an
fbi informant wearing wires
pregnant buying weapons and
drugs from junk sick cops this
was ongoing from 1985 to 1995
going into hostage situations
finally buying pagers from officer
Barnett at bumpin audio wow
this was decades ago on Lewis
ave sadly these impersonators
imposters used my identity to
jump double Dutch down Lewis
ave while I was 2000 miles away
caring for my disabled family after
having a stroke basically quarantined
with Covid these imposters exposed
me to be murdered by corruption
by drug dealers and killers resulting
in the horrific brutal death of a young
woman her face and head was taken
off she was thrown into oncoming
traffic jay Townsend Johnson Henry
Catrina bell mckissick skipped
backwards God bless America stop
intimidation of confidential human
sources my prayers are with all who
perished stop intimidation stop bullying
disabled Americans stop threatening
fbi informants stop identity fraud data
breaches unafraid of my stalker jay
Townsend Johnson Henry unafraid
of my attacker violent offenders
Catrina bell mckissick my prayers
are with all those murdered
God bless the Federal Bureau
of Investigation and God bless America
Written by Mrs Yolanda nicholsen
As i Knew
The butterfly flew
Someone or something is new
On one's eye view
As the shimmering Light
On the darkest night
If you might
Nothing in sight
As even if you are
Sit as Tsar
Twinkling like a star
Waiting By the car
Aren't making someone a fool
Standing a deserted stool
Feeling unrealistic cool
Going to the invisible school
Give a staging call
Never felt a fall
Sitting in an ablaze hall
Never learned to stall
As one from afar carried a flame
I know it sounds lame
Like an unfailing claim
As impersonate time came
An accountable meet
With cold white feet
Eating some murky wheat
On a irregular seat
Learning as Brain go rot
No one can stop
Loving metallurgy a lot
As flower in a lousy pot
Time to end
Like an untrusted friend
As an eyesore letter send
Feeling like newly found trend