With the heaviest heart,
I start feeling so lonely:
it's almost dusk,
I head back home,
staring at the church's dome
under which God
united us never to be apart;
Good Heavens,
I'm beginning to cry!
This April's rainfall
imitates my cold tears
running down my cheecks,
we aren't together
as we should :
our foolisheness took us
to the starngest plaeces:
it wasn't a wrong turn, indeed!
Who's to blame, where's the guilt?
Shouldn't we admit it?
Our pictures hang on every wall,
flashing smiles, drawing doubts;
we sworn faithfulness ,
not wanting ever to fall!
Were devoters or fakers?
Were we trustworthy, or simply unworthy?
This April's rainfall imitates
my cold tears,
no consolation is found
in loneliness:
I have more miles to go,
I'm feeling the chill
in these bones:
a half thought is not
close to a whole!
With the heaviest heart,
I start feeling so lonely;
it's almost dusk, I head back home...
staring at a church's dome:
under which God united us,
never to be apart!
Good Heavens,
I'm beginning to cry!
This April's rain imitates
my cold tears
running down my cheeks;
we aren't together as we should;
our foolishness took us
to the strangest places:
it wasn't a wrong turn, indeed!
Who's to blame, where's the guilt?
Shouldn't we admit it?
Our pictures hang on every wall,
flashing smiles, drawing doubts;
we swore faithfulness,
not wanting to ever fall!
Were we devotees or fakers?
Were we trustworthy,
or simply unworthy?
This April's raifall
imitates my cold tears,
no consolation is found
;in loneliness ;
I have more miles
to go, I'm feeling the chill
in these bones:
a half thought is not close
to a whole!
The wind rustles through the roadside bushes
The spicy scent of the field tickles my nostrils
As far as the eye can see, there is greenery,
low hills, narrow roads,
with cars crawl along, going about their business.
I don't understand where the wind comes from
on such a calm day as today.
I look back at your house
It's exactly the same as in the photograph
Taken years ago, only the ivy
Has perhaps grown too much
on the panel next to the window facing the road.
I feel as if I'm inside that old photograph
Where AI imitates the moving
And the foreground suddenly recedes into the distance
The field and hills disappear beyond the horizon.
Cawing crows fly by
The day draws to a close, the light changes
And slowly fades, like in a theatre
But the curtain hangs motionless
No public enters inside
Today is a bank holiday.
If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.
An aardvark, you? Then I’m one, too.
Your vision’s blurred? My tongue is furred.
If you’re a shrew, then I’m a gnu.
You’d rob a bank? I’ve got the gun:
you’re learning français? Moi aussi!
You’re wide receiver? Sounds like fun!
Together we can take the knee!
You’re introvert, or extrovert?
I’m flexible, I can adapt:
If you’re the broom, I’ll be your dirt.
You’re snow? Then I’m a mountain, capped!
The tarot cards know what awaits you:
“Le soleil” depicts two twins:
the perfect lover imitates you:
this is where it all begins!
Nothing is truly as it seems,
All the floss, gloss, and high beams.
This stage is for actors who are merely
playing their parts hoping for a bigger part.
Man journeys across Earth each day, wrestling with an ego he can't tame.
Art imitates life's reflection as a mirror bitterly shows the same.
Inauthenticity casts a false glow,
While darkness within a transfixed heart binds, and the soul cries.
Yes! The soul cries loudly at first in the rebellious child,
Then all too quickly, that cry fades to a faint whimper.
And just like that, the show ends, and the curtains fall.
photography is an obsession of mine
love taking snaps by design
the capturing of moments that align
my passion for chasing sunshine
and seeing how its beauty imitates the divine
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
imitates over forty
others...
animals from
humans...
too frogs
stan/len
There’s this talented parrot named Jaster
Who imitates his ill-tempered master ~
The master goes ballistic
Over Jaster’s stylistics ~
Jaster echoes him better and faster
Catty is my genius cat
Who stopped chasing naughty rat
She prefers reading good books
Down at her favorite nooks.
She always wears eye glasses
To read more stories, not less
Sitting calmly in her poise
In a place far from noise.
Sometimes she crosses her legs
Don’t disturb her, I do beg
If you want to read with her
Stay and slump at one corner.
While reading, she drinks coffee
But she prefers hot green tea
So conscious of her diet
I’ll just smile and keep quiet.
Catty imitates grandma
Her ways are felines’ saga
Doing great jobs not to impress
But for wisdom and success.
A 'pope' is a quatrain form of 3 lines of 8 syllables and 1 line of 4 (offset)punchline ,with a rhyming scheme of a,b,a.b and is labelled such after the English poet,Alexander Pope(1688-1744)
His poem Solitude in which he imitates Abraham Crawley and for which he was indebted to Horace is the inspiration for this form.
My version can be a single quatrain or double or a sequence of stanzas as in Pope's example.
Sad is the heart so full of care
Of tomorrow's what will,will be,
Upon his sleeve,all life does wear,
For all to see
& Here is as a clerihew tribute
Young Alexander Pope
became a poet of some note
In his garden he made a grotto
where ' a mind to light up' was his motto
I know I cannot be the only one
who reads Emily D. just for fun!
Quotes her feathery Hope poem
Understands it's ok not to roam
Not thinking her a fuddy-duddy
But rather, a true bosom buddy
Wished to taste her gingerbread
Wants to meet when we're dead
Considers her a kindred spirit :)
Imitates her style (or-- near it)!
Jealousy and envy differs;
Jealousy is mild;
Envy is wild.
Jealousy may not be seen;
Envy is a sin.
Jealousy progresses;
Envy regresses.
Jealousy is suppressive;
Envy is expressive.
Jealousy admires;
Envy conspires.
Jealousy imitates;
Envy eliminates.
Jealousy wishes to heal;
Envy wishes to kill.
white fluff on branches imitates coldness of the wind
bridge is slick, icy, treacherous, lying in wait.
one lone lamplight tries to add warmth, to no avail.
This is winter.
frosted landscape
glittering ice covered bridge
i see treachery
There is no plagiarism
no one copies
nobody's soul...
at most imitates
the verses, imitate
the voice, the style...
life imitates,
the river imitates
life...
life is all
movement,
the river is turbulent,
sometimes life
is backwater,
the river sometimes
stops...
life hides
your feelings
in the depths
of the spirit,
the river its secrets
in the depths
from your bed...
Life and the river,
always follow
in front of...
pioneering
borders,
bypassing
obstacles,
seeking out
horizons.
just stop forward
in blue infinity:
The river, the blue of the sea,
life the blue sky...!
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