Best Replicate Poems
My dear father in law
From the time we first met, I knew we would get along
It's not been a life time but our bond was very strong
You had a way about you, with good friendships along the way
I never heard you raise your voice, a gentle man with strength
The times we spent together were an enlightenment to us both
You talked about the war and your times upon the boat
How you swept the sea for mines to protect us gentle folk
So many times in my kitchen we would discuss the dinners fate
You often went home after, having a go to replicate
You humour was renowned, with one liners that made us laugh
Your stories and memories will live on now you have passed
Categories:
replicate, bereavement, memory,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The clearest blue became mottled with age,
and I only recently began to notice.
Time-soaked eyes, foggy mirror to my own,
reflecting a frail wire, just out of reach.
Leading to a skull-shaped cellar,
therein lay the contents, shadows,
wavering in small glimmers of truth.
Reserved but yearning, they call to me.
Whispers carress my lobes;
they are phantoms you have carried.
They ride on waves of joy and anguish,
snapshots of my tiny feet trodding down halls,
chasing cats with remote-control race cars.
Then I tumbled over a carpeted ledge
and bent your office-drawer key.
Maybe you'd suspected those young paws
were much stronger than they looked.
As time sped all around me, your atmosphere grew thin,
and labored breathing stole the spark from your limbs.
When cells began to replicate like narcissists in the West,
your hovel became a war zone, and I, a refugee.
You never caught your breath in the wreckage,
and when a second bout of war came, your lungs gave out.
I watched it happen, at a loss.
I remember your mouth agape, eyes glazed, wide,
as, in your final breath, you ran towards something I could not see.
Now, the battleground you once crawled through
has been cleared of every trace, every tuft of dog hair,
and all the shining documentation to prove you were an artist.
And how you were an artist, having sculpted so much of my
lanky willow limbs, my dense, ferocious heart.
I have a case of survivor's guilt.
I am writing every day a mystery, wading through
my own metaphysical mess, only faintly aware of yours,
the stuff that lingers like shadow people,
darting in and out of my peripheral vision.
I only wish they'd speak to me and
divulge what last you saw, or that I could
re-activate your smart phone and read
the very last text message you sent.
Categories:
replicate, absence, age, bereavement, dad,
Form:
Free verse
A very tender child, aware, knowing
Lives in your consciousness
On your lips, in your heart,
Part of you in every way
Waiting, waiting patiently
To be free, the right combinations
Sequence that every locked door knows
ciphering a message as complex
completing the DNA sequence
and replicate! Do you not know! Replicate, ciphering to transform, to live
becoming alive again and again
old as the ageless mystery of the bells
ringing and singing the song of life
The waiting heart stitches the words
in some special sacramental order
known only to those who wish to know
And when the last bell is struck
They are no longer words
but alive and in becoming alive
they simply spread their wings
and fly away
Categories:
replicate, allegory, childhood, fantasy, children,
Form:
Blank verse
First day incognito,
called my yesterday boss
On a new burner cell,
with a free burrito ad promo toss
Told her this was my courtesy job
severance quitting HR call —
Advance notice: Fourteen
minutes minus two sabbath days
Said it was time to turn the knob
behind the picture on the wall
Stock options jackpot scene,
no more running the office maze
The rat race lost a cool-lio cat driver,
with the low-rider diamond in the back
Stress camel straw got balloon lighter,
Oz always knows the right time to pack
When you hear the pure velvety Jarreau voice,
and the jazzy trombone dulcet ringtone
I’m already making some high-altitude noise,
heading for destination: parts unknown
This is the last message on this phone,
I’m blue skies sailing to parts unknown
Hello again ex-boss, how have things been shaking,
since I air dropped the transporter Houdini news
Scottie, my fearless pygmy pilot,
beamed me to the edge of the no-satellite zone
Last I heard, there’s a boom in pioneer risk-taking,
but everybody ain’t got the feet size to fit the shoes
It gotta be you, can’t replicate it ...
corporate clones desk chained, they can't roam
I’m free to travel to destination: parts unknown
Moving thru areas where there’s no signal for pho ...
Categories:
replicate, fun, jobs, perspective, satire,
Form:
Free verse
A reflection is on the white board
It’s the shapes of the light fixtures above me
But wait? How does this work?!
Reflection and shadow try their best to replicate
Do they mourn their lack of clarity and unoriginality?
Representing your own doubts and questions
they’re quick and temporary
What’s going to happen next?
Red and white and short and fat
Filled with air and souls that stitch themselves to one another
And If it feels right
It isn’t the bodies that are wrapping themselves around eachother
You’re looking out for yourself
Is there a name for that?
In either case are you bound to death?
How is it decided which leaves of the summer tree grow first
Do they feel fear, watching their branch-mates brown and loose grip on what birthed them?
But it’s interesting that he sets up a kind of structure, and it’s an interesting structure
Categories:
replicate, day, poetry, senses, spoken
Form:
You say Yellow
And then
Expectantly await
A light repost
Of tales of Golden Sunshine
Piercing through the drudgery
But when you say Yellow
Expecting reposts of sunshine
It sadly takes me back and
reminds me that cancer turned
my father's skin and face
To a yellow not the likes or shade of
rainbow , sunflowers or gold
But rather of cancer yellow that
you won't find on any colour chart
Because decay is hard to replicate
Once the leaves of Autumn have
all but fallen and been swept up
and away
At least his ashes we're no longer
yellow
When they we're scattered
and flew away taken aboard the
backs
Of pollen Bees to process into
tiny tears of oh so sweet Honey
drops
Because he meant so much and
deserved a fitting end not the
sticky one he met
Categories:
replicate, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Your best investment lies in God’s hands
Which guarantee life, love and boundless care
Regardless of kinds and types of lands
Which your feet dare to walk without forking out any fare
In kind or slush cash
Men and women whose whims
Reduced at death to mere ash
In their temperamental and sentimental teams
Depending on their tricks or moods
Choose to dole out
In their woods
Filled with mood swing and doubt
Until to the core of your mind
Comes the realization
That in men and women
Lies neither your salvation mission nor determination
To bring to fruition the destiny
God in his purpose
Chose not in your mutiny or calumny
But from his original source
Because in the end only God has the wherewithal
To anticipate, explicate, facilitate, replicate success in your every need
Without under fire a retreat tactical or strategic withdrawal
To ensure that your dreams, missions, portions and options succeed
In addition, God loves you too much
To let you continue to fail
Within every critical touch or dream bunch
In your heart, your home or in your self-inflicted jail.
Categories:
replicate, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Through Jaded Eyes you see the world,
and everything in view.
But see you weren’t like this
when I finally had found you.
It sucked you in, this monster,
and it caused the world to pause.
It took our lives away
when it had trapped us in it’s jaws.
I wish we could go back
so we could do things differently.
But the monster had us both,
and both had found Ourselves diseased.
I fought hard to escape it,
but you had got the taste for blood.
Obsessed with getting high
no matter what it costed us.
I try hard not to fault you,
for I too, have played this game.
But my love for you was stronger
than some temporary gain.
Maybe I don’t understand
why you have never waivered.
You’ve hurt my Heart so deeply,
Now I’m sad, alone, and angered.
Perhaps if I should stoop,
and find myself once more a user,
Then I could not be mad
perhaps my hurts would then be fewer.
Once more we both are trapped again,
indulging in these sins.
We fight a losing battle
where this monster always wins.
The thing we failed to see though,
was that both of us evolved.
We replicate the monster
who had caused the harsh downfall.
Looking at each other,
do you still recognize my face?
For I am not so sure
our faces haven’t been replaced.
We spit such venom freely
As if sworn of enemies.
Our love cannot return
Unless we finally break free.
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Our love has faded drastically,
And it seems there is no hope.
We’re marching towards the gallows.
Conveniently, bring our own rope.
We string each other up,
Ready to kick each other’s chairs.
We’ve come to kill each other
With chemicals to push us there.
A monster I’ve become,
not sure I even know my name.
I fear that there’s no turning back,
Or that I’ll ever be the same.
Your eyes become more empty
every time we play this game.
Tell me, are my eyes too?
I feel so hollow and ashamed.
Now clouds replace their light,
And it’s so hard to recognize…
ourselves and all that is,
while peering through such Jaded eyes.
Categories:
replicate, addiction, betrayal, change, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
When your Ho, Ho, Ho is a no, no, no
Then you must open the lung
Then just blow, blow, blow your Ho, Ho, Ho
It’ll slip right off the tongue
See, your Ho, Ho, Ho must resonate
A sturdy, wordy bellow
That's if you want to replicate
That Big Ole Santa fellow
If your Ho, Ho, Ho just won’t go, go, go
You could sit on some hot coal
Then you know, know, know you will Ho, Ho, Ho
From way deep down in your soul
Merry Christmas
12/25/18
Categories:
replicate, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Because I am the only one!
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I can never be no one, because I am the only one!
Who is that unique me that's replaceable by none!
You say you could easily replicate me as my clone!
But it wouldn't be a real me, only one mere drone!
I am bonded into relationships with my kith and kin!
That wouldn't be just the same even if I had a twin!
I think and feel like no other does, you like it or not!
I have left my mark on the world, a soft sweet spot!
If I weren't there, a difference it would surely make!
What I have said and done, no one could ever fake!
When I am no more there, I might be soon forgotten!
I'd be woven in the thread of time, as a wisp of cotton!
The seeking eyes would always find me in my imprints!
Connect and my eternal presence will give you my hints!
I was there when we were created, I will be there forever!
Times and places would change, my identity would never!
So let us treasure each other as one of a kind, just as we are!
We all shine in the galaxy of creation, each one of us is a star!
Why should then we think of becoming adversaries not friends?
When we're paintings of the same colors in our distinct blends!
Let us live in eternal peace, whoever and wherever we may be!
Because we know we are are the only ones, whether you or me!
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Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)
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Categories:
replicate, emotions, feelings, friendship, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Ignored by many you are Aipom,
Your talent I did see,
Your ability to replicate protects my team and poison you may inflict,
Pass the torch to my beautiful bug, let her perform her dance,
Her speed shall she also increase and guard our team as well,
The torch moves yet again to you my dragon,
Your power is matchless,
If by luck you are removed,
My champ shall then arise to build himself to remove all foes,
Beware of the telepath that follows,
For his mind knows no end,
Finally, my almost immobile giant which packs power in both mind and wave.
Categories:
replicate, child, childhood, games,
Form:
Epic
Heart blushes
Full of threat
As the blood swims on the inner
Carries danger on its hosts
Infections amidst
Cells stopped dancing
As the virus replicate
Immunity shut down
Nerves get crazier
The brain sings a lonely tune
As the body waved goodbye
Never imagined that one pleasure
Will bring an unwanted harm
The system has surrendered
Death applauded for its wait
The physique is now gray
Eyes closed as the viral paved way
Categories:
replicate, caregiving, health, truth, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Lynn Margulis is perhaps most remembered as the wife of Carl Sagan
Expected to be wife, mother, companion and last of all - scientist
But Lynn Margulis, under Sagan’s basket, would not hide
Her light would shine – Call it a Woman’s Pride?
A radical with a cause who forsook
The path that other’s took
Stood tall in defending evolution
But not theories proposed by some.
Perhaps a doppelgänger had invested her body and mind
For there was no one else (like her) of equal kind.
She had visions and could see
What’s obscured to the likes of you and me.
In the biological world, chaos reigned
How to bring peace to this troubled kingdom?
Milestones of Abiotic synthesis of DNA, RNA, proteins,
Reproduction and photosynthesis had long sense past.
But how could evolution render life,
That would be past on to generations more.
She envisioned an organism evolving
That included means for mystery solving.
Life’s turmoil required a need for energy
Free from the sun’s erratic glow
She proposed a solution
To evolution’s problem.
A mother cell could replicate with a whim.
Containing an energy dynamo
That would fuel the cell
Based on ATP generated within.
Margulis found in bacteria of another sort
Where conversion of chemicals occurred
To ensure synthesis and reproduction.
Ingest those cells whole and make them dependent in addition.
Give up chloroplast dependent on the sun
To make the system run
And convert life giving chemicals within.
Evolution of Man had begun.
Mitochondria!
Categories:
replicate, science, woman, women,
Form:
Verse
genuine love
like a dove
chattel for cattel
cattel as chattel
frosty the snow man?
or the glow ran?
as wisps of flakes on the wind
God can you please rescind or resend
that snowflake that never duplicates
cause I sure like this one, so replicate
uniqueness got my attention now
but in itself it's lost somehow
like whispers on the wind never retold
how far do snowflakes grow old?
For eternal energy I'm fold
for a snowflake I will never scold
Tangible frost
a valued frost
Categories:
replicate, nature
Form:
Fear of Terrorism
T raumatized tortured tumultuous feelings of trepidation
E ncapsulating effervescing emotions everywhere eventually
R esponding rapidly to ruthless and relentless repetition of
R evelations of revolutionaries remorseless rapaciousness
O bstreperously obliterating outrageously the innocent
R etributions replicate as ramifications remonstrate
I nsurrection insidiously intensifies as ideologies immortalize
S trategically surreptitiously suffocating silently sons sanity
M ankind muses meticulously as methodologies morph into misery
John Derek Hamilton
March 24,2016
Categories:
replicate, anxiety, death, discrimination, evil,
Form:
Acrostic