Best Xerox Poems


A To Z---Pay Attention To Me

Authentic acknowledges each dedicated example.
Boisterous is a good trait to have.
Courage highlights all the struggles encountered.
Devotion is a needed reminder.
Emptiness should be filled with compassionate moments.
Fabulous signifies most standards.
Greatness emphasizes our mothers and fathers.
Helpful is a useful example.
Inspirations are reasons to feel included and praised.
Joyful means happiness and laughter.
Kindness comes from our sons and daughters. Perfection is a natural conclusion.
Music is the key to relaxation and movement.  Energy is constantly flowing.
Nasty is ugly no matter how it's displayed.  Play nice when others refuse to.
Optimistically make decisions, hopefully good over bad.
Politely represent life in a formal description.  Summarize all seconds and minutes, which leads to hours, followed by weeks, months and years.  Treat them as rewarded achievements.
Quietly pray when times are troubled.  God and his Angels will respond to those issues. They're never too busy to answer.
Remove all pain and fill it with sunshine.  Best friends will faithfully assist you.
Spectacular will frame that gratification.  Cherish and honor forever.
Treat life in general as an ultimate blessing.
Understand that many things aren't pleasant.
Very carefully manifest a plan for changes.
Wondering won't get the job finished.
Xerox your mind with your personal thoughts.  Never release words of printed displeasures.
Yearn for desires and appreciate success.  
IN SINCERE RECOGNITION----
Zestfully  praise your mother for the day you were born.  Nurturing  beautifully describes her.  A flamboyant queen, in a well-deserved kingdom, sitting on her golden throne.  Remember her and the person you are.  A doubled reflection of the finest creations.

You

You

A...Among many  - you were chosen.
B...Because you were special from the start.

C...Charisma is part of your beauty.
D...Daring - you always are.

E...Eager always to lend a hand.
F...Fear is not in your heart

G...God showed off when He made you.
H...Happiness is what you bring.

I...Impatient - you never are.
J...Jealous - you are not.

K...Kindness, for others - you always have.
L...Love is what you are made of.

M...Malice -  is not in you.
N...Native of this Country - you are.

O...Offending someone - is not your style.
P...Peace for all is your wish.

Q...Quality - you always give.
R...Reasonable - you always are.

S...Special to many - you are.
T...Time for others - you always have.

U...Use people - you never will.
V...Victory - will be yours.

W...Warrior - is what you are.
X...Xerox - you are not.

y...You will always be you.
Z...Zest for life is what you have.

03/09/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

Note: This is my first try with
this type of poem. 
It's for contest

Business As Usual

Rock Hardon just called a staff meeting
To hear a complaint about cheating 
Our Xerox machine
Could not be wiped clean
So privates were publicly sheeting


Premium Member ''Christmas Beauty''

All is beautiful on this Christmas Eve in my neighbourhood,
   bright colored lights are flickering on many a lovely house,
      charming and enchanting-  it seems a fairyland to me.
Delicate, fragile snowflakes are falling as I hesitate here and there,
   engrossed in the beauty, as snow caresses my hair, and I
      feel a glow growing within me on this Christmas Eve.
Good thoughts are flowing and I imagine a baby born,
   heavenly visions of a bright guiding star, and I am full of
      inner peace, as I walk the still snowy streets.
Joy and happiness dwells beyond the doors of these homes, and I hope,
   kindness that abounds at Christmastime will last, for it is
      love that I think Christmas is all about.
Magically memories come drifting and I find myself smiling,
   never will I forget those memories I see in my mind,
      open-hearted I share my happiness and sorrow, it drips from my pen.
Peaceful, oh so peaceful is my wintery walk this December night, the
   quietness is so deep, that I can hear the snow falling on the bare trees,
      respect is what I have for nature that can change from beautiful.
Serene and lovely quickly is changing to a scene dangerous,
   tranquil snow has turned into a winter blizzard with wild wind,
      utterly amazed, I stand in the swirling snow wondering which way to go-
Vibrant the lights of a snow draped dwelling before me ,oh
   wonderful the Christmas music floating in the cold, crisp air,and
      xerox copies of songs twirl past and I try to grasp them.
Yes, oh yes, this is my destination, all lit up and welcoming me inside, and
   zestfully-  I run up the path and fling open the church door. 

____________________________________
December 24, 2015 

Poetry/Abecedarian/"Christmas Beauty"
Copyright Protected, ID 15- 859-852-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Authentic Beauty - Ap

Authentic beauty cannot diminish.

Eternally flowering grandeur,
Her inner, jeweled kingdom: Love.

Matchless nature of personal quality
Radiates such that unknown viewers
Would xerox your zeal.

11/11/2021
For Alphabet Soup Poetry Contest
© Jesse Rowe  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Hope my final sigh is Relief

Written: March 31st, 2024 for Matt Caliri Coagulation Contest

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Finally, my blood began to coagulate;
I am initially concerned over poor fate,
Right away, I would lose a lot of blood. 

Rich red hues wisely swing to warm tunes,
Every one of my atoms is as yours in pure gold,
When I xerox a warm lawn, I lie down and loiter.

Oh, what a tangled-up issue I had,
When I failed to tie a necessary knot,
But I need avail knotting a loop,
No one knew how to tie the exact knot I sought!
 
I hope my last breath is a grateful sigh
There's tightness in the core of my spine,
A knot bound with vibrant fuchsia rope,
That I've never managed to sort out.

A few nodded and hid my anxious gaze,
Some have enjoyed tightening it,
Skilled seafarers with stunning ties,
It allows a Full ship of pain and anguish. 

Unrestful, between,
Dawn-to-dusk scars
Torn glimpses ooze riddles,
Flashes of a vacuum,
Thorny puzzle to soak, 

To a soiled hook as hefty as my body, 
Surrounded by bitter words and nails,
Untying harsh knots was never desired.

No one pulled an anger rope to set it free,
My sigh was not pulled out carelessly,
Longtime guarding in my throat,
Nobody has freed me.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Life In Engineering College Iet

The joyous moments remain even in semesters,
With every night struck in the hostel terrace to see sky full of clusters;
Spending time with roommates and friends is best part,
Jokes during the time of studies creates a healthy atmosphere with great art;
Never ready to share anything with the colleagues,
Eager to beg for Hotspot when the hostel's WiFi gets fatigue;
Canteen's maggi always fascinates mind and heart,
Food in the mess encourage to buy noodles from the mart;
Attending an hour lecture is a tedious task,
When there is no water to energize in the flask;
Concepts in the class are not so important,
Each one has to put their attendance as their only amendment;
We may not be knowing how to copy files in the laptop,
But to make exact xerox of friend's assignment one never going to drop;
Being the junior-most is always a fun,
Wishing to get treats from seniors in the long run;
Refreshment of mind comes with the arrival of fests,
Which brings out the individual's best;
Talent and hobbies outburst in intro,
Day-to-day knowledge make students like us to grow;
The bond of friendship gets stronger gradually,
Tears came out when the journey to college days end finally;
Machines and motors demands to have attention in engineering,
Life@IET is one of the most memorable thing one gets in his/her belonging.

Football

Zillion supporters screaming, a loud buzz,
 Yearning to return home cheered by victory.
 Xerox machines preparing the next day’s papers; Max
 Wit for the shame or fame of a member of the show.
 Violent vitriol from commentators like engine rev
 Unites with supporters’ glee at likes of Eto’o or Kanu
 To spur skill at each minute to get even one stunning stunt
 Spirits soar, sink, so it is, for here serenity bores.
 Roulette, lifté, counter-attack by one party raising the roar.
 Quick kick! Oh no! Replay?! Why not? That must join the FAQ
 Pray the corner kick slays the opponent; oh that header was sharp!
 Oh he missed that goal again! No replay?! Hell no!
 No! Now he’s channeled that ball too late for the man,
 May the coach coach correctly and call him to quit the team!
 Leave the pitch you little loss-bringing imp! LOL!
 Khaki-wearing “messer” I can even get your reek!
 Just as our jests are about to milk out laughs, I couldn’t find a word to end with “J”.
Instead I had a whole lot of them J-starting words. So I
 Hunched to think, but then looked up at the BROOHAH:
 GOAL GOAL!! Oops the scorer is the "Mr. Bug"!
 Fooled? No, I’m still for him leaving,( Scoring oaf!)
 Even though this elation, release and joy, came from his device!
 Defensive tactics, offensive backing up, I can almost get mad
‘Cos the best defense is attack Doc!
 Bye losers, we took this easy. Supporters bob
 Away, and the whole stadium sleeps in the starlight bathed by mother Luna.

(c) Nyonglema

Dna Baby...

Do Not Abuse 
that which life has gifted, 
determine? the soul determines! 

Mad scientist access denied 
geno bombs millions die 

nuclear weapons 
toxic gases, 
pesticides - 
now infantile genocide 

mad scientist...with your
poisons and potions the ozone
layer now dangerously thin...

...human beings you now 
want to destroy - destroy within...

...play God and change the 
genetic code...

...gay people and others you
want to scientifically remove...

self distruct geno mode
prejudice...theres' a great
place to start...

and all the mindsets that
code for violence...in their
heart...of hearts

the world is not flat...
the world was never straight 

screen self genotype- 
activate sequence code 

self distruct homo/les mode 

self denial - xerox copy 

disposable personality 

I celebrate genre my gene pool 
being gay is very cool 

being gay is cool 
if being gay is not the same
if being gay is different 
if being gay is not like you 
I like not being like you...

deoxyribo nucleic acid
I understand the mad mans
test tube...

...indeed...

...self impose Frankenstein...
stick to frogs and toads...

...there is a higher power
at work here...

be off with you...and take
your mumbo jumbo...

The Real Hero

I, being a young girl, am going to enter the world
That sometimes fills my mind with a strange fear.
Not know the way to look for a gay
Who will stand by me and will say,
“Don’t fear, oh dear, I am here”.
The man, who will be,‘MY REAL HERO’, the one
Who will fight for me against all the bad element
The thought of which disturbs my mind.
The one who won’t desert me
Nor hurt me, the one, 
Who will find his joy in my smile,
And be filled with sorrow 
If he finds any tears in my eyes. 
Can there exist any such man in this ugly world, 
Where men look for a chance to do a romance
With no real feelings of love,
No willingness to sacrifice 
That a truly real love demands?
Can he be one among the many male companions in my class,
Or should I wait for the time
When he will shock me 
With his sudden entrance in my life?
I close my eyes to imagine
How my real hero looks like with all his passion.
What I see, the figure that appears
Is that of my ‘Papa’, the very first man in my life. 
As the image becomes clearer
A broad smile on my face appears
And my eyes become wet with tears.
It seems as if I have become wiser than my age
And known how to write on the book of my life the next page.
Oh! Dear Papa! How foolish I was for having such a thought!
No other Hero can there be in my life except you-you being the ‘REAL HERO’.
Why should I have any worry since you are always with me
As you have been since I came into this world and will always be.
I know my second man will be a xerox copy of you,
My Life Partner, whom you will choose for me.

Premium Member The Abcs of Morning

The ABC’s of Morning

Awake  on the dot of seven
Birds     are chirping away 
Coffee… as always, first order of  the day,
Doggy    kisses from Kea
Enjoying  the peace and quiet
Fumble for my glasses to see
Garden shadows in early  light
Harmony of leaves in the garden
Intricate patterns at play
Just as  sunlight begins, a
Kinship of finch burst away.
Lavender dreams are fading
Mindful of duties to do
Overcoming an urge to be lazy, I
Pirouette to the bathroom to dress
Quietly, I exit the bedroom, a
Resting hubby not to disturb
Sit in the lounge with my ipad
Thankful for all of life’s gifts
Up to date with events, I
Venture to start my routine
Walking, now for health reasons, try to
Xerox this action each day
Yesterday, though, I missed it
Zealot, I’m not, you might say!

7/22/15

Premium Member December

Alabaster snowflakes scattered over
Brindled patches of frozen forest floor
Cover Autumn's fragmented tapestry.
December fluffs up Winter's white duvet,
Eager to embrace the bitter cold and
Fierce winds, snug in a thick blanket of snow.
Gone are the crinkled crimson and gold leaves,
Hidden under a glistening coat, an
Icy glaze that sparkles like diamond dust.
Jesus, it's said, was born in December,
Kindling the celebration of Christmas.
Long nights and short days bring families close,
Marking this as a festive time of year.
Night skies are encrusted with twinkling stars
Offset by the deep ebony of space.
Pines and cedars remain green year-round, so
Quail and Partridge shelter in their branches.
Ravens caw, illustrating the profound
Starkness of Nature's hypnotic beauty,
They feel compelled to give voice to their awe.
Under crystalline skies of cackling blue,
Vistas of evergreen contrast with the
Washed-out monochrome landscape and faded
Xerox copies of an elapsed moment.
Yet, such pristineness is what fuels our
Zeal, to confront Winter on Her own terms.

Premium Member Funny Alphabets For Kids

FUNNY ALPHABETS FOR KIDS

               A to Z, each is an alphabet 
              Twenty six letters in the set

    Arits ate Apple, Almond, and Apricot
    Brown Bread, Butter, Biscuit Bought.
    Crate Contains Corn, Cucumber, Carrot, Coconut
    Dates, Dumpling, Drumsticks, Doughnut
    Elevator, Escalator Enabled Entry Exit Easy
    Fine Fancy Frock Fits Fantastic Fairy.
    Ground Growing Green Grass, Goat Grazing
    Haunted House Horrible, Hound Howling.
    Intelligent Investigator in Isolated Island
    Jovial Jockey, Jubilant Joker Jocund
    Kangaroo Knows Karate, Kite Kidnaps Kingfisher
    Leopard Lifting Left Leg, Loud Laughter
   Monkey Managed Molasses. Muffin, Melon
   Nursemaid Needed Nice Nankeen not Nylon
   Owl, Ostrich, Otter, Octopus, Oyster on Outing
   Parrot, Parakeet Picking Pellets, Peacock Pecking
   Quick, Quick ! Quiz Questionnaire query
   Rushing Rhino, Running Rabbit, Rodent Rat Rivalry
   Snake Scares Scorpion, Swan Sips Sour Soup
   Turtle Tastes Tortilla, Tiger Trains Turkey – Troop
   Unicorn Using Unusual Uniform, Urban Uncle Under Umbrella
   Violet Vase, Velvet Veil, Vegetable Van, Vacant Villa
   Wasp Waving Wings, While Wild Wolf Wanders
   Xerox, Xenon, Xylophone, X-Ray, X’mas
   Yellow Yolk, Yummy Yogurt, Yak Yawning
   Zero-Zillion; Zoo: Zany Zebra Zinging
                                                                        
,    101 in A Row Contest - 7
           by Poet Destroyer A

Caught In a Haze

The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
 I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I stroke in Technicolor
Only to see it erased, again
It is no more real than the specters
haunting my thoughts.

Still I stumble around searching;
hues of hope hover out of reach
as these low-lying clouds
cast a pall-- blinding me to joy.

Perhaps, I'm trapped
 in Tim Burton's sketch board;
these monoliths of grotesque
caricature evidence such.
At every turn there is a new one,
popping out of the mists.
Large, unmoving blocks of black granite
ring me like Stonehenge-- surrounded--
Leaving me wandering this maze of dark surrealism.

Glimpses of color reveal themselves
in the distance through the shroud,
ephemera teasing my senses.
Blow! benign zephyrs;
sweep away the haze
invading my peace.
Rescue me the confines
of my self-induced prison.
Let me walk in daylight, once again.

A Brave New World

A xerox copy of a species has become more 
prevalent in two-thousand seventeen-
There are different processes used to 
produce a genetically identical biological entity.
Cloning sheep is the most common form of 
duplicating genes, cells and tissues-
but there is so much more to this procedure, 
so much unknown science and unethical issues.
Natural and artificial cloning are both types
of doubling organisms, mammals and plants,
and so many people are against these procedures,
they riot and protest; they rave and they rant.

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A book was written in between the rough
times of World War one and World War two-
“A Brave New World” was a controversial
glimpse in to the future, but tell me, was it
really true?

There was an institution playing an essential 
role in the artificial reproduction,
and social conditioning of the world's population
based on sex and soma consumption. 
Out of control with unprotected sex and
brainwashing situations, 
they tampered with the natural way of life, 
tested the actual meaning of creation. 

Humans were being created and conditioned
according to the system of this society,
and a man named John known as
“The Savage” believed in morals with propriety.

He was against the orders of this new
way of life that was dramatically created,
and made it well known that this 
human cloning was abhorred and hated.
After a riot, John resorted to 
fighting against them with violence, 
then was tormented and brainwashed
and lived moments of defiance. 
He took soma and ended up having
wild sex as he was always against,
and to him this way of life was
despicable and didn’t make sense. 

In the end, he took his life
repulsed by what he had done, 
he had turned into a monster,
one he promised he wouldn’t become.

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Human cloning is tampering with
the true meaning of natural creation, 
and I hope in the future it never
becomes a common situation.



April 24, 2017

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