Best Simulacrum Poems

   Scintillating hues disperse on blank canvas,
        electric essence sparks azure palate mauve;
   ...

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A literacy theft of a line or phrase
the facade, simulacrum of a writer
creating a mirror image, deception . . . 
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Simulacrum Soul

Are you a dream

Did I consider and formulate

The prose images

Which captivate my soul

So completely

And well up from me

Such a missing

As to leave me hanging

Useless

On...

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Smile is like simile 
     but simulating is unlike authenticity
Liar is like lair
     but simulacrum is unlike...

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Clad in doldrum
with yarns of fuchsia

hemmed here & there
twisted amidst the layers

& simulacrum

esoteric verse
slicked in ethereal

& outvying
of vehemences, I goad

to scatter zeal
into the waves 

grand...

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There is naught more important
This cold, rainy, winter day (to me)
Than to wrap up snugly by the window
And watch the world pass on it’s way

I’ve...

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Written: Mars 1st, 2024
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Spring sonata serenades a zest of love bloom
Daffodils dance,...

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Tantamount Andrea,
Your beauty crumbles my veins and compels me to whisper to desire.
My heart blossoms as the fantasizes stir to my brains,
Call it desire, bonny...

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I gave up breakfast
Not because I needed
To lose girth
Nor any extra
Avoirdupois

Nor because the time wasted
In feeding
Could have been better 
Used
To solve the problems of the
Universe

Not...

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when the diver
with his deluded desire on fire
juxtaposed the diving suit
and found false gold ingots at the bottom of the sea,
he had the vision of...

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I sit and reminisce about the "good ol' days"
The prelapsarian time before it all went sideways

The details of life were all that I saw
There was...

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upon contemplating how to access 
   a lapsed half century woolworth 
   didst weigh more'n five and dime 
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Love is some thing i entreat 
Of which without it my eyes are in  the murk of picket -eye lids,
 It is a Croft...

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P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art,
H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart.
A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,”
N-ay to...

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Imprison the blaze
for unlearning 
the ghost of our light
to bow down before
an interim simulacrum
of the sham.

You said,
that the colours are so hurting;
that this soundless shapelessness
comforts...

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