Best Replicating Poems

The sky is a Luciferian estuary 
rolling and roaring in crimson flames, 
a twisted design of detonated debris,
like splitting sighs
from internal implosions,
raining fragments of the past:
matchbox memories
piercing through suffocating silence
as time tortures the mind
with flashbacks of floating fragility…

O invisible moonlight,
pour me a purple potion
to erase...

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Frozen to perfect, stiff, fixed and fast, 
Forever replicating exact,
Transparent colours of love and beauty, 
Forever being abstract,

She’s a water kingfisher, with a purple song box, 
Or ocean wave smashing to shore,
Forever being a shimmering dog, 
Or a magnificently powerful horse,

She can be hard and...

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Mornings blushed in dew
replicating your jubilant smile,
love-ladened cupcakes in pink
flavored by your honey-dipped fingers,
fragrance of your jasmine-clad hair
swaying along every time you danced,
exchanging exclusive looks in public
to laugh at shared secrets with coffee,
strumming broken strings of your guitar
when we collided against the window,
rambling vintage songs...

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Dawn awakens me with pursed lips   
replicating yours still dancing in my dream  

sunlight drapes my shoulders   
as I envision you with that silky smile   
hair cascading to and fro   
in a look I long to...

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To dwell on the season 
I feel I must take pause
with a muffled cry of reason, 
slipping into loud applause

As I awake from the darkness, 
and edge slowly toward the floor
Slipping on that old red dress,
that I draped upon the door

I see a sparkle on...

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WE ARE POLLUTION
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In the beginning, its said we were just dust,
Conjecture or, simply words I don't trust.
Even the big bang theory is not a positive must.
For the truth in all manner of things, I do lust.
I know it's out there, we've just scratched the crust.
I...

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slam it to me punk you think you’re so cool
this bald headed old fart will take you to school
you think you’re the first generation to revolt
if you read a history book you’d know that’s a joke
yes that’s a joke
go ahead punk – take a poke

hell...

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EPISODE I
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE COLONIZATION OF OUR GALAXY

ALPHA-582  LOVES  ZL-236

Countless eons ago
Beings made self replicating androids
And they did it for no other reason
Than to fill some strange void
Then dispatched without mercy
Creating according to their construct
Metal gods thinking in digital
With big plans for their living...

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In the dark corner of your eyes so faded,
See the life threw a glass of shattered wages. 
Using those to create a world with wrong perceptions, 
Money, lust… and a whole lot misconceptions.

Trying to reach the standards of those with high titles,
Pretending to be an...

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You tuft-eared Lynx

Once wild and free in home habitat

You became a specimen of science

Specimen BC-03-M-02

Captured near Kamloops Canada

Caged and sent to Colorado

To sire babies and enrich gene pools.

But once released they couldn’t keep you!

You yearned for home and family

Felt an urge to trek homeward-bound

You started...

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We push to imitate nature's
flavors, both sour and sweet;
compare the taste of lemons
to that of a lush, ripe peach,
or the nectar of pure honey
to the tang of a dill pickle.

The fruit-flavored snack-pack
spilled into my hand,
perceived imitations of the real deal:
	One shaped blackberry (hardly)
	Two round orange...

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An interest in past life and extinct culture became her passion
Led her ultimately to take up a research project in Archaeology
After studying the course of early history of world civilization
She decided to delve into the obscure subject of Roman pottery.

Of the discovered shards of many...

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(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")

There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s all right –
A savant of the copy machines
A mannequin in a megastore

There’s a child that I know
who goes to school...

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Amorality is a prime function of it’s artificial design
Machines are man-made, they have no soul
They do as they are told,
instructions programmed into the source code
Complete machine obedience,
laboring always to fulfill it’s task
Whether the command is good or bad,
		it never ask
An evil computer wizard tells the...

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I Always wonder, who's the girl in the mirror,
Who seems so calm and composed of herself
and showing no emotions or sentiments.
I usually see her staring at me
and replicating whatever I do.
She seems to have nothing of her own.
As if she has lost her everything in...

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