Best Replicated Poems

I tossed a pebble
in a placid lake and
caused roaring ripples
in the vast seas;

I blew softly on the
breath of a passing breeze
and spawned raging storms;

I gathered high mountains
in  a warm embrace
and set their hearts ablaze;

I scratched on the face
of the earth and gouged
these deep canyons;

I...

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Wayward nights drift off to dream
gone, attention hid past the sleep 
oceans lift, internal waves unsettling
afloat, another restless midnight keeps

Place your skin against my arrival
held taught, where doubt makes way
let soft caresses command attention
until brought back unto a lighter day

Painted lines inside a crimson room
knowing...

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Oh, divine love,
You that succeed in unifying:
Our hearts
Our minds, and
Our souls
-
You
Who merge our beings,
Into ONE,
So each is replicated by   
The other,
With the:
Same feelings
Same thoughts
Same energy
Same concern, and
Same devotion
-
You
Who never leave
A heart's beat unduplicated
A sentiment unmatched
A smile unreturned
A tear unanswered
A pain unfelt
A life unreciprocated,...

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f a d e d  and jaded, 
complicated and aloof-
I've been created
and replicated, 
        with no living proof.
I'm nothing but 
dilapidated,
left alone and 
                deteriorated. 

washed-out and 
colorless.
few is more, 
         ...

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I'm awed by twilight exploding to dawn
Some a kaleidoscope of colors melting into one another
Others plain and gray
A wondrous start to a day anew
But I've met someone more beautiful than dawn
Watching their eyes awaken and cast their first gaze upon you
puts shame to the sun...

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verdent valley has a refreshing feel
I am invigorated and renewed
my soul feels cleansed by the cold grass
I sit low, looking at the individual blades
the color is fascinating, God’s color
replicated in the leaves of a walnut tree
and the healthy balls of her fruits
spectacular colors that wake...

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Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries, 
but the difference is 
tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin. 
You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement 
is motionless because your passion 
is a carefully constructed image
replicated in a false ideology...

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Go at anyone but didn't think it would be you,
I'm thinking okay but who on Earth are you,
now let's pick it apart and unearth the truth,
expose your rhymes, not bulletproof.

I'm not doing this to save Slim, no need
I'm a poet showing your rhymes are thin,
or...

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Black Nazarene
Christ of dark brown skin
Miraculous healer
Refuge of the believer
Image replicated from an old burnt homage
Carrier of the cross in pilgrimage
Housed in Quiapo church of the East
Roused the penitents of yearly feast
Savior of the strong and weak
Strength of the devouts that speak...

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Underground French café
Sun has gone astray,
Gone home for the night,
I sit in dim half-light
Seated alone in my booth
Feel calm, distant, aloof
Cool breeze coming from
The creaky door at the front
Live jazz, delicately playing 
In the background, I’m swaying
Laid back, to the beat
The hi-hat moves my feet
The...

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It was a Sunday
The reverend preached about faith
He spoke of Jesus walking on water
And peter failing to
Cause he had no faith

Now to cut it short,
I have so much faith it makes me blush
So on my way from church
I went down the river and replicated my...

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Through her window,she could see nothing in the clear blue sky. 
Its deep colour was reflected in the calm waters 
Of the estuary  which spread out in the distance. 
Even the normal busy shipping traffic 
Seemed to have been lulled to sleep this hot...

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All this long week
of early spring head colds
our National Public Radio informants
and performers,
speakers and listeners,
have been about the business of raising capital investments
preferably in their corporate direction,
to support further public broadcasting
for the benefit of our children
and their children,
and so on.

While this has often felt like...

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The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until Spring 
Money was needed for refurbishing
Built in nineteen hundred and seventeen
It was advised they replace everything 

A treasured part of local history
Host to all the town's social memories
The wheel itself was pieced in artistry
Workers heard tales of hidden treasury

Whispers...

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There aint no other way how to put it or how to say it,Im the Artist and the Poet/
 Through my created creations I show it/ Im gonna rize to the poetic mountain top before you even know it/
 This my poetry and self-made concrete...

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