Best Replicas Poems
Day after day I sit, poised deep in thought and contemplation
while tourists stop and stare at me with eyes of admiration
Sometimes they seem hypnotized, looking without blinking
I wonder what they would think if they knew what I was thinking
I wish Rodin hadn't sculpted me wearing this scowl of a frown
I'd wink and smile back at them if I could put my right hand down
I've seen children hide their eyes when they realize I am nude
Rodin was the sculptor, so don't go blaming me. Don't be rude!
I don't mind being in the buff. Who needs to wear proper attire?
There's a lady who visits me on weekends, eyes filled with desire.
I was originally called 'The Poet.' Maybe you didn't know that.
But the museum guides never mention that in their chitchat
"And here, ladies and gentleman, the most famous Rodin of all.
Six and a half feet tall, having a place of honor in the gallery hall."
And if I'd been standing, my height would've reached twelve feet
My butt is really getting sore from seating on this pedestal seat
The gift shop sells replicas of me. I've been reduced to pint-size
and after one hundred, thirty-seven years, I've started to oxidize
Great. Here comes another tribe of school kids, all chewing gum
I guess they'll wad it up and giggle when they stick it on my bum.
So goes the inescapable days and nights of a sculpted work of art
I have the capability to feel because Rodin chiseled in me a heart
8/19/17
Categories:
replicas, art, imagination,
Form:
Personification
Born out of incest of father-daughter
Semite god, hunter and a fair offspring
Women’s laments and cries to stir and blur
Festivals on me in autumn and spring
Living six months with Aphrodite unbanned
I’m the most favored man in her portal
Though am loved by many gods and mortals.
Then next six months living with Persephone
The queen of the underworld and the dead
Pomegranate in hand, very bonnie
Who seduced me, the under-aged lad
Know of “The Adonis Complex” widespread
A problem rife faced by men of all classes.
Ye, Mortals! Don’t you have our replicas?
You’ve me, Aphrodite and Persephone
I’m not god like Allah, Krishna or Christ
Pray lead me not to undeserved brawny
Forbid don’t forget, you masters of writes
Please blame me not for polygamous tryst
Bid me farewell I'm leaving earth to truce
You’ve enough Adonises to accuse.
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**The poem was posted on PS on 30-1-14**
Now
August 17, 2014
Form: Rhyme Royal
Contest: Structured Verse by Giorgio V.
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The poem was posted on PS on 30-1-14
Date: 30-1-14
Form: Rhyme Royal
Dr. Ram Mehta
sixth place win
Contest: Romanticism In Rhyme Royal by Gautami Phookan.
**There are very many versions of Adonis living with one goddess for six
months or 1/3 of
the year etc. etc.** The Adonis complex of the health issue or issue of love,
incest etc.**
Categories:
replicas, leaving, love,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
No one in particular (in the wake of our dreams)
We don’t look like they do,
graphic replicas of a life in tatters,
drifting on lonesome clouds
Dove’s wing spread
capturing the wind,
waving goodbye to an existence
that dreams in black and white,
fashioning commercials
like chip and salsa dispensers
Camouflaged by sadness,
greens and browns woven in corduroy overalls
Contemplating the loss
before the beginning creates a title
and words have only meaning
for others who chose to read
and believe that each day
is a jewel in the crown of the month
Floating on seas of discontent
even though heart shaped sails
reflect on horizons
much closer than they appear
but still so far away
that silhouettes resemble unmentionables
as others keep a watchful eye
for anything that even seems
like a tide fueled rumor,
just because they can
Still, we don’t look like they do,
maybe because our visions come through
a brilliant sunrise and we realize
we do need somebody
and we won’t hesitate to cherish,
quietly of course,
those who come to touch us
in the wake of our dreams,
hiding in plain sight,
disguised as no one
in particular
Categories:
replicas, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Irrefutable evolution conduits
Matter tip toes through tunnels
Microscopic nano shifts continue
Outperformers filter free of funnel
Replicas of kept traits hail heredity
Thrivers cognate with larger logic
Attentive nurture forms pedigree
Love poured over timid progeny
Genome keys cut exacting bones
Entrapped wrapped sticky chrysalis
Nature photocopies, care duly hones
Elevating banquet, perpetual Christmas
Elevation in Evolution
Eighth of December
Desirable Education
Categories:
replicas, baby, blessing, endurance, graduation,
Form:
Acrostic
AFFECTIONS
unrequited
a
recognisable
resemblance
in
unfinished
replicas
mystery&
curiosity
emanates
in
an
element
of
renown
&slender
beauty
a
distinct
yet
indescribeable
aura
indictive
of despair
accumulates
out of proportion
Categories:
replicas, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
(1)
Strophe
Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers:
the uncanny wrath bearer, the poacher's prey,
the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, the ecology's majestic role player;
the curtain raiser of ecosystem's air purifier.
Alas! Your iconographic role is omitted,
you, the saviour of the mortal race
from the contagious diseases.
Astounded! How you uncontaminated dear environment.
Your poaching has taken away
the soul of the balanced ecosystem;
crucial is saviour friend's presence, on the verge of extinction plight might have horrid ripple effect!
(2)
Antistrophe
Irony! The friend's void can't be substituted by mere replicas of sustainable development;
the diminishing existence will
drastically affect the local food webs!
How alluring to have a glimpse
of the hunch and tuck of the bird's head in the cold,
flapping and fluttering the wings,
stretching the neck in the heat!
You, remain aloft for hours,
soars gracefully on long broad wings;
with dazzling sharp eyes
from the highlands to pick the carrion!
(3)
Epode
Your iconographic presence is being honoured by the myths, legends, fables of civilizations from ages.
High time to contemplate, to introspect,
to jump into the ecosystem's integral bandwagon:
as pivotal to rescue and redeem the bird's friendly endangered existence!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
Categories:
replicas, absence, animal, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Ode
The MAN
-THE SPIRIT-
- THE SEED
All dwell in the same abode
In the temple
where they are ripened
to be born -
Conditioned in holding tanks.
THE swishing of moving waters
gentle memories
conditioned in silence.
in holding tanks that were replicas
of wombs.
gentle memories from the world
where angles fluttered.
Imaginations are contagious
we all had the same dream
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
delivered unto the
vastness of judgement
hated femininity-
no earthly peace.
When man has the gift
in spite of you,
You insult his dignity.
No peace on this plain-
Your haughtiness,
your naughtiness
naughtiness is too
of a word nice -
maybe babies are- the word
Strange, is better.
The MAN
- The spirit-
- The seed
There is something about the lips -
Lips,shaped like
(pictures I have seen)
of cherubs mouths.
But still we have not perished.
All imaginations
could not bear witness
to the same whatever.
someone is sick
caught some disease
came from poverty and
blossomed like a lily in a
cesspool pond.
Hearts seeking
solace inside
The sweethearts
the clean-hearts
deep immersion
where no pain dwells
where the well disciplined
well guided-thoughts
are ushers in my temple.
The inner silence where -
No thoughts run ramped
My peace of mind-
my saving grace-
from the world i have to face.
The flute talks the
flute is my guide
I am still. Just still.
CLEAN-HEARTS
INSIDE-
WHERE
THE INNER
SILENCE RESIDES ...
and no
creature be despised
neither
The MAN
- The spirit-nor
- his seed
Categories:
replicas, beautiful, emotions, feelings, introspection,
Form:
Chant Royal
I am my own person
A non-conformist to the core
If all of us were replicas
Life then would be a bore.
I never confine myself to rules
I do pretty much as I please
I listen to my inner voice
Rules make me ill at ease.
I am the shy type
I am fine, it's me
I love lonely contemplation
I delight in my company, you see.
Rules on how to eat right, speak right, dress right
A disaster to me spells
Follow all these I might
If only I were someone else.
Reading is my passion
Books my greatest treasure
Books are my addiction
Oh what endless pleasure.
I never insist others conform to such and such
I have tolerance for others differences
Let others be themselves pretty much
Happy with their own preferences.
Married to a man divinely blessed
Kind, humble, down-to-earth
Home is filled with happiness
Contentment, joy and mirth.
Live and let live, my motto in life
Happiness and contentment my goal
Greatly fear war and strife
I am myself, the unique human soul.
Categories:
replicas,
Form:
Rhyme
Killdeer
Killdeer Hidden in the crisp green field grass, my babies lay under our guidance protected as they lay nestled safe in a quiet place.
A nest I have scratched from a small shallow area in the brown soil camouflaged from sight.
Dee –dee- dee- dee-ee- kildee- dee-ee !
Bobbing my head up and down attempting to distract and lure the predator away from my nest as it comes near. Immediately my mate runs quickly to the left, feigning I have a broken wing I hobble to the right. It's coming to close; I spread my wings and take flight to escape taunting the predator with my call.
Dee –dee- dee- dee-ee- kildee- dee-ee !
We successfully succeeded to divert the predator away. I back track to my babies, shaking from the trauma I have gone through.
OH! No!
One of my young has ventured away from the nest I have to direct him back before he falls prey to one of our predators.
Thank goodness the others have remained hidden.
Replicas of ourselves, our downy fluffy babies are scurrying about following us. They’re foraging around for insects and earthworms since they are not old enough to fly.
My chicks will be on their own after their feathers and wing muscles are sufficiently developed for flight
©5/14/2015
Voice Call: loud, piercing kill-dee or dee-dee-dee.
• This was an experience I had on a church courtyard when walking my dog
Contest Name: Your Favourite Old Poem #2
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
replicas, bird,
Form:
Personification
A bedroom should be pleasant
a place where futures are conceived
where wonderful dreams in their effervescence are woven and believed.
when dreams aren't loved, supported and nurtured,
they are cast aside along with the future.
weeds now grow instead of flowers,
rhapsodies of life to be,
has lost all of its wondrous powers.
it is at that time the bedroom is changed.
where windows once stood with freedom's form.
steel bars are now in the window frame and
the factory for dream weaving has been transformed.
the mill of fabrics has been shut down,
the thread has dry rot and can not bound.
there will be no more sewing of seams,
for love is dead, and so are the dreams.
imaginary, ha you think so?
steel bars of betrayal, oppression & humiliation ....
believe me because I know.
imaginary... ha.. you think so?
steel bars of heartache, tyranny, anguish and disbelief .....
believe me because I know.
imaginary ... facsimiles .... replicas.....
do you believe these steel bars not to be true ?
they are there ..... believe me, i'll give you a clue.
bedroom walls which could tell many tales,
now bleed and cry.
smashing freedom as do all jails,
with its boarders wondering why?
a million pieces of devastation...
dreams of love are now only mutilations.
a retardation of two hearts and souls.
hearts once joined are now at opposite poles.
so the bedroom turns from a happy place to sad.
with bars of steel that are eternally had.
bars of steel that destroy and breed hatred.
bars of steel that satan deems sacred.
victory can be gained over those bars of steel.
to conquer that demon, love must prevail.
dream dreams of love,
and sew with the strongest of thread.
weave your fabric of love,
the dream mill must be started again.
make room in your heart, soul and head......
for the dream weaver........................
the dream weaver returns triumphant again!
Categories:
replicas, marriage, romance, sad love,
Form:
Couplet
The ghostly sky hangs over the bay
Purple, ominous and looming black
Seagulls screech their advance warning
Of the foreboding storm approaching.
Through the endless rush of water
Swelling, surging and wildly panoramic
The passage of time flows powerlessly.
A rainbow glares from the November sky
At one with winter's warning sounds.
Small fishing boats cradled by the pier
Rock and sway, frail and threatened
The darkened ocean has caved in
And is now under siege.
Seagulls flap their wings in rhythm
Seeking out the giant cliff's shelter
While frothing waves, great replicas
Of an eternity of lifetimes -
Roll and struggle to their destination.
Through blackened skies covering the bay
A myriad of orange light shoots momentarily
Dimming - fading and then dispersing.
Nature is trust into chaos
Thundering and spraying the pier wall.
As the winds howl and the waves lash
The fury of the night has just begun.
Categories:
replicas, nature
Form:
Free verse
Aeolus God and Ruler of the Wind
Summoned Aura and surveying her grinned
Then proceeded to whisper in her ear
Brought shocked expression, a falling tear
"Please do not pursue the Aurai nymphs"
Whose replicas were on all column plinths
Aeolus struck his staff on marble floor
Ordering her acquiescence through the door
Notus the Southern and Zephyrus West Wind
Both held aloft the reasoning gold string
A murmur bubbled up across the room
As Borus held Aura in a swoon
His chilly North Wind and wintry embrace
Soon revived Aura to her lifelike grace
Urged "Go to your nymphs, divine Aura breeze"
"It is useless to argue or make pleas"
Doe-eyed she surveyed all attendants there
No others showed concern she was aware
Except the Winds who were her only friends
Ominous forebodings brought dire portends
For he who sought them to trap and entice
The Aurai nymphs debt was to be paid thrice
Aura took herself away from there
Praying for insight as she plaited her hair
The sad nymphs found her, as they often did
As one tidied her plaits and then redid
They all knew perceptibly the dire news
That Aeolus wished their powers to use
Aura decided without any doubt
His wicked order she would therefore flout
So then with her nymphs she fled the King's Realm
Each with saddened hearts to overwhelm
For sometimes you may feel them touch your cheek
Or in their terror rise to wail and shriek
So with Aura they curled, swirled and whirled
To try seek refuge in the human world
Dated: 12/13/14
Categories:
replicas, fantasy, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
I, Adonis, born out of an incest of father-daughter
Semitic god, a hunter and a handsome man
A god of vegetation, women’s laments “Adoniscries”
Festivals on me in spring, mourning in autumn.
Spending six months with favorite Aphrodite,
The Goddess of love, beauty and sexual pleasure
Born out of the churning and foaming of
Severed genitals thrown into the ocean
Loved by many of the gods and mortals
But luckily I am her most favored one
Spending six months with ill favored Persephone
Queen of the dead, and the underworld,
Pomegranate in hand, the goddess of harvest
Father promising her in marriage with his brother
Over-aged Goddess seduced me in under-age.
I have heard about “the Adonis Complex”
The main concern today of one’s body image
A modern problem striking men of all age
Ye, mortals! On the earth you have our replicas
Adonises, Zeuses, Aphrodites and Persephones
I’m not a god like Christ, Lord Krishna or Allah.
Lead me kindly not to undeserved godliness
Plead me not for my polygamy and incest
Forbid don’t forget, you masters of words
Bid me well with your thoughtful muse.
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First Place Winner in
CONTEST :"GLORY 'gods' (MEN ONLY ENTRIES) of Linda-Marie
Categories:
replicas, god, me,
Form:
Verse
The winter and the spring are intermingling;
some days warmth and sun; some cold and rain,
and the flora that is needing reconditioning
swell their buds, and start greening once again,
and on the clothesline wire,
or dead branch on a briar,
soon become the occupier
of my backyard where begins a season reign.
A pair of eastern spinebills have concluded,
that the fork in a ti-tree is just right,
for they seem to think it’s fairly well secluded
to raise a family from, an egg until flight;
bottlebrush and fuschia,
emu bush and correa,
heath and grevillea,
provide the nectar their blooming does invite;
but every predator, they’re seeking prey,
for their makeup is depending on protein;
secrecy is a must, to keep hunters at bay,
and diversion tactics do provide a screen,
from a hawk and cat,
butcherbird and rat,
a cunning raven that
enjoys young tender chicks in their cuisine;
but day by day the brood keeps growing bigger,
with mum and dad kept busy on the wing,
and within two weeks the chicks are full of vigor,
so leave the nest to face what futures bring;
what a pleasant scene -
see them perch and preen,
two replicas yet to wean,
and truly a celebration in the spring.
Categories:
replicas, bird, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I heard an angel speak last night and he said “write”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Of the silent mist that’s gathered ‘round
the timeless graves that bear no sound
Of lives no longer taking breath
retiring to earth upon their death
Granite sentries tend where departed lay to rest
enduring monuments to souls that were blessed
Whom families entrust their loved ones with peace
noble guardians whose protection shall never cease
Exuding serenity without touch or word
their devotion through our hearts only are heard
These marble replicas of their spiritual existence
share with the living their eternal luminescence
Written by: Shani Fassbender
on June 13, 2011
for the contest "Angels in Cemeteries"
Categories:
replicas, faith, inspirational, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme