Best Simulating Poems
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
Categories:
simulating, desire, love, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Aimlessly I meander in expansive barren-landscape
Whipped by the assault of rustling windy gales
Embossing sandy designs resembling ocean waves
Simulating pools of water in mirage of seascapes.
Plateaus upon reddish hills reveal cracked earth
Where decaying mangled-trees in rising heat groan
As cobalt-blue sky yields to darkened dye of dusk
And blistering winds blur vision whirling sandy dust.
From the apex of ordinary I intently walked off
Letting thirst of quest confound my whereabouts;
Lost and hungry now, signs of life I strive for
Hearing the chirps of crickets and croaks of frogs.
Exhausted I fall besides flowering cactus plants
Hosting frightened thoughts of dehydrated pleas
Awakening to twittering sounds amid birdsongs
Rising in breeze from distant oasis of Joshua trees.
As the daybreak on hazy skies paints golden sunrise
Trekking for miles and miles audacity reaches hope
Dispensing staggering words incapable to explain
Dysfunction now longing for embrace of mundane.
September 30, 2018
First place in I wander the desert alone contest, sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Also, placed first in standard contest #140 by Brian Strand
NOTE: Joshua trees are found in Mojave desert in California.
Categories:
simulating, imagery, metaphor, nature, onomatopoeia,
Form:
Free verse
Like love ones come to view a parting ship
Before the anchor lifts
And its iron lips prow the salty waves
We journeyed from our busy day and penny pay
And the indifferent utterances to our cause
We came tattlering and joking and tired
Of the conditions simulating the bitter colonial
We wiped the bread crumbs from our mouth
Stood erect with eyes upon a pole
And watch the tricolored form slithered down
Head drooping in the gusty night
And all the while Dura drums rolling softly
Could not budge my steel convictions with fire
I felt alone in the long uproar of crowd
For I think I saw it winked an opulent eye
Before the pole flagless stood silent in naked night.
Categories:
simulating, history,
Form:
Free verse
Smile is like simile
but simulating is unlike authenticity
Liar is like lair
but simulacrum is unlike authenticity
Sometimes I prefer the simulated smile
over the too honest glances of distaste
Take me to your lair, my lover
and whisper your sweet words
even though I know you simulate
I prefer your honey-like lies
over your screaming honesty
My words ring authenticity
My actions ring truth
The ring you gave me
was a poor attempt at love
Its fake-gold scaling off with every
false kiss you gave me
***
3d place in contest: Privacy is like piracy yet copy cats are unlike authenticity
Sponsor: Ir0nic ZiNk
November 26, 2016
Categories:
simulating, betrayal, lost love, love,
Form:
Free verse
I got arrested!... further developments await...
By gravity said law
linkedin with physics
stating that a body at rest
will remain thus unless otherwise
acted upon by an external force,
hence I cannot wrest motion
from inert human matter
regarding nearly lifeless entity
concerning how aye barely breathe
heavily weighed down
with lugubriousness easily crushing
this seventy two inch
rusty, cowardly, creaky...
complex corporeal edifice,
thus resigning myself
watching flight of bumblebee
hopscotching from one
clover plant to another
wondrous winged warrior
unphased by human "rat race"
higglety pigglety,
pell mell, helter skelter,
how grand living off the grid
venerating native flora and fauna
simply engrossed with daily tasks
solely attending
basic inalienable rights
life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
keeping stereotypical roles intact
males species pact schedule
hunting in tandem
with brotherly comrades
females tending hearth and home
tendering, safeguarding, nesting...
homeschooling offspring
supervising fledgling,
the latter gingerly venturing
tentatively into parts unknown
unfamiliar territory brimming
trained instincts detect danger,
nonetheless plod along
blueprinted genetically
inherent migratory paths
guides where uncertainty looms
within wide whirring web
invoking, feigning camouflage,
or mimicking ("FAKE")
simulating another organism.
Categories:
simulating, confidence, conflict, cry, endurance,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
The mouth of deception Devil's verses recites simulating the voice of angels!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 September 2018
Categories:
simulating, evil, truth,
Form:
Monoku
Those New Gods
evacuate the violence
simulating patience
they were once created
to guide us, they overtook us
snapped our heads off
every time we thought of violence
Those New Gods
came to reconcile us
with the act of servile silence
we lay down let them take us
like we were beacons
hearts captitulated in black boxes
without god heads or sirens
Those New Gods
with voices like cured codex
placed us like cellos
between steel tight legs
we were smaller violins
our bows vaccuous and vain
crushed on Love
from the Tree
we were plucked
divineless
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Categories:
simulating, humanity, science, science fiction,
Form:
Free verse
The image, at a fourth remove, recalls a Rorschach test with inverse rule because instead of spotted ink on paper simulating flowers and/or butterflies here we have flowers and butterflies simulating spots in a sort of blurred space. My mind is puzzled by this strange test recalling times at school when I had to solve problems without understanding why.
I want the horse of fantasy to ride
To unravel this inverse Rorschach test
And win the art and poetry contest
By showing of my spirit the best side.
Were the image colors made just from ink
Dispersed on the paper at random way?
This origin of shapes is hard to say,
So we must find for them another link.
Why a butterfly white on that flower?
I think is there to make me much confused
About the way its shape was there produced
Giving the Rorschach test inverse power.
Categories:
simulating, fantasy,
Form:
Quatrain
Raindrops pelting your window,
commiserate with your pain.
And simulating teardrops;
trickle slowly down the pane.
You left home on an impulse,
chasing love at seventeen.
And although you trusted him,
he abruptly fled the scene.
Reality devastates;
as you comprehend your fate.
For your heart has been betrayed;
and love has morphed into hate.
Left all alone and pregnant;
you cannot conceal your shame.
And as your eyes fill with tears,
you know life won't be the same.
Your hands cannot stop trembling;
watching your life fall apart.
And anguish begins to gnaw
at the insides of your heart.
From a fetal position;
you witness the heavens cry.
And stare up at the raindrops;
falling from a sobbing sky.
Categories:
simulating, angst, betrayal, depression, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Trapped, confined in an acute establishment, a minor prison
filled with caramel desks and single colored painted walls
Sunlight is unavailable, a myth
amusement and talking are forbidden
only blinding ceiling lights and a cold winter wind lingers on
simulating a haunting of sorts
I find myself actively, actually counting
every second, minute, hour
till the bell sounds the end of the day
I can't begin to explain how much I've had enough
I want to be on my way, another day like this I cannot take
for even I, the breather am nothing but a loner in here
These gazes falling upon me, I can live without
The murmurs and whispers surrounding, give it up, they mean nothing
fourteen minutes left, fourteen brings back so many memories
but time, press fast forward
I'm sick of life going so slowly
since I feel like I'm floating on an ocean, isolated
Categories:
simulating, high school, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
An abundance of mimicked truth yet oozing falsehood
Leaving a dubious ironic emotional attitude
Simulating a true person’s being hypocritical
Showed as a soul-less insanely monstrous criminal
Recognizing ambiguity painted in your unique brilliant colors
No matter how you curve it, your words still weigh like anchors
Cunning are your sneaky attempts at a vagueness
The are of your game is far from being stated as genius
The illusion of your meaning is not being judged
It’s the meaning of that illusion I won’t begrudge
Twisting your morbid stories into enigmatic fables
Trying to paint yourself as the innocent of all angels
Conforming naive minds into perceiving what isn’t right
Leaving one to believe it’s themself that they fight
Perplexed a complex thought allowing deceit
Fueling the tellers ever hunger of feeding their conceit
Yet I do not pass judgement, you bring about that result
The perceived illusion you brought it’s your fault
Allowing the multi talent of twisting words to your end
The vagueness in saying a lot by saying nothing, letting no one in
Categories:
simulating, art, boyfriend, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
I destroyed a lot of me
(I think you must have destroyed it too),
not being exactly who I'm supposed to be
simulating strength and walking barefoot
over coals for so long.
Guess the stores never sold
what i really needed.
I keep thinking about these confusing years
and when I touched the essence of truth,
pretending so,
that you were exactly what I expected,
or saying without conviction that no,
do not worry, I'm fine,
but inside committing crimes against you,
to calm the nausea that the words brought.
We always end up taking one more sip,
exceeding unsafe speeds.
what did we mean
when we crossed the city streets
because of sad phone calls,
trying to save the world
with convenience store chocolates?
I think there were moments
where not even the dogs looked at us with dignity.
There was so much peace and balance to spare
to mix in the mortar
of that world that was formed.
But the chances were fading
like a mistake of nature,
something that forced the most beautiful birds in the universe
to migrate disappointed
and the landscape became this ugly plain,
the pieces of days scattered across the floor,
torn papers,
hiccups,
old people coughing in corners,
muttering something about the past,
muttering something about life,
about Us.
Categories:
simulating, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
In this vast world, it is said that women do not possess a soul,
But observing us, men with hearts that beat and dream,
They, beings of sharp intelligence, have chosen to dress
Their appearances in garments of soul, in shadows and rays.
The poet, in his quest for truth and wisdom,
Sees how some, with skill, weave their souls from sunrises and sunsets,
He stands and wonders: "Could these beings, like muses,
Have learned the art of simulating the soul, of painting their hearts with illusions and whispers?"
They dance in a world of shadows and lights,
With smiles that seem to conceal unfathomable mysteries,
And the poet, with his soul that seeks answers in the deep night, writes unknown verses,
About women who seem to have souls, but in reality might just be silent reflections.
Some, with the grace of artists, have managed to deceive,
To create souls from dreams, from emotions and feigned feelings,
Like sculptors who shape the clay, they have fashioned an apparent soul,
And the poet, with his profound gaze, tries to discern.
Is their soul just a mask, a crafted illusion?
Or do they hide within a greater truth, an unrevealed secret?
The poet writes his verses, filled with questions and desire,
About women who seem to have souls, but in reality might just be wind and distance.
He writes about this magical realm, where truth is hard to find,
Where the souls of women are like shooting stars, beautiful but ephemeral,
And in his search, the poet remains ever questioning, ever restless,
About these enigmatic beings, who seem to have souls, but in reality, might just be ephemeral shadows.
Categories:
simulating, women,
Form:
Free verse
Above ,
sitting atop a crested hill
solitary , but nary lonely
Agemo is what he answer's too
but question is alway's on his mind
His twin , Ahpla , calls him a dreamer
Agemo has grown to expect this
considering Ahpla's domineering demeanor
alway's suggestive to take without quarter
not understanding his brother's nature
how Agemo recieves more satisfaction giving
being there for the rest of the pack
helping to create a pleasant atmosphere
Ahpla's role as a tough , no-nonsense
protector , can show no weakness
he love's his brother Agemo
but at time's detest his obvious softness
But the pair with it's conflicting opposites
has found a way to oversee
those dependent on their intelligence
stern at times , yet comforting
Right now though ,
Agemo continues to watch
the rise of the moon's daily journey
wondering what tomorrow will bring.....
Ahpla and his twin brother Agemo
are the proud protector's
of a land called " Laskrizon "
a lush mountainous valley
nestled northwest by southwest
in the western hemisphere
Hidden to most , known only to few
legend tell's it , that Laskrizon
is a famed combination , called so
considering it's the last lacrimal horizon
the final portal , the last vestibule
where Nature hope's , and other's wait
uncertainty weigh's heavy here
The pack are guardian's of a secret
holders , protector's of a treasured jewel
only knowing , a time will come
the unknowing stirs an unease
but the honor bestowed keeps steady
Alway's a watchful eye to the sky
never was told what to look for
they believe they'll know ,
when the time arrives
anxiously awaiting
fortitude a definite calling here
The jewel is a stone
more so , a rough corpus
a veiny mass ,
crystalized in time from space
some have called it a seed from heaven
in the land of the two-legged
it's been called many names
grail stone , philosophers stone
even the water stone of the wise
All the pack knows
is to protect at all cost's
lest it falls into dire grips
The stone's purpose is unknown
easily overlooked at first glance
closer inspection reveals it's uniqueness
only under the light of the sun
distinct golden specks and threads
glorious in it's smallness , yet
simulating a galaxy of stars
with the spiral wynd of veins
a frozen beauty...........
( to be continued....)
Categories:
simulating, adventure, imagination, mystery, brother,
Form:
Epic
Tops of rivers shimmer
Slowly cutting through the eden landscape
Like a samurai on a hill top
Simulating slow motion combat
Categories:
simulating, adventure,
Form:
Verse