Long Clone Poems
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“Our false self who fears, is nonexistent
The truth’s unknown, because we’re resistant”
~ quote by poet
Dwelling in our comfort zone, we are confined
to a small domain, afraid of the unknown,
so unless we leave ego spawned fears behind,
there’s no way that we can come into our own,
for the thought forms we spew, grip us in their bind
and we act not like our true Self but it’s clone.
So deep is our bondage to feeble thought crutch,
that though God is within, we’re afraid to touch.
Sages, prophets and masters have all proclaimed
that we’re not this mind-body but living light,
so it’s tragic we behave like someone maimed,
whilst freedom from fear is ours, if we alight
from habit of thinking, that joy be reclaimed
in the womb of silence that holds bliss beats tight,
whereupon dwelling in the present, we’re free,
being no longer tied to ego’s mind tree.
What is silence but our choice to just let go,
relinquishing mind, trusting the universe
that by God’s grace we finally get to know
deepest truths without any need to rehearse?
The unknown becomes known when thought flow is slow
and then our head aligned with heart, sings love’s verse.
We see without mirrors this dream life’s a test.
Our innate love and light, becomes manifest.
16-April-2023
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Is government control of humans’ birth, aging, and dying
In century 26, as practiced by a new World State;
Different from 20th century’s use of eugenics,
Which used “fitness” to determine people’s reproductive fate?
A high-tech London, where humans’ material needs are met,
Setting of Aldous Huxley’s, Brave New World, utopian tale;
Sterile world of human cloning and conditioning to castes,
Recreational soma drug and sex use on widespread scale.
In respite from his boss’ – the DHC’s – awkward confessions,
Bernard and Lenina fly to the Savage Reservation.
There they meet Linda and her young adult son, John “the Savage”,
Fathered by DHC 20 years before, on vacation.
Bernard publicly presents Linda and John to DHC,
Bringing Director of Hatcheries and Conditioning [DHC] down.
DHC flees from “sin” of involvement in natural birth.
Bernard and new celebrity, John “the Savage”, gain renown.
Finally, John rejects the soma, sex, and clones of London,
Spurns Lenina’s moves and keeps soma from “lower” Delta caste.
His retreat to do penance draws crowds and curiosity;
Leads to suicide by hanging – John’s perceived freedom at last.
This Brave New World’s parallels to eugenics cannot be lost,
Since, in both cases, the state had a hand in who lives and dies.
American Breeder’s Association, “better babies,”
Forced sterilizations – how U.S. eugenics took its guise.
Human cloning now – gene, reproductive, or therapeutic –
Raises a host of ethical, moral, and other issues.
Somatic nuclear transfer to clone human embryos
Evokes Brave New World’s ‘soma’ in copying people’s tissues.
Eugenics – legal in U.S. until 1970’s;
Its dehumanizing nature gone from society’s norms?
With current human cloning research, genetic ‘shopping’, more,
No one’s safe ‘til humankind is respected in all its forms.
4/20/17
You have never been one prone to drift about and roam You've always desired to come and within us, find a home
You have been sent to us from our Father's throne You've longed for us to soften our hearts of stone
You come to counsel, to comfort, and to help You are a person, a friend, and not a concept
You don't come to us as a rushing mighty wind You are very gentle, reassuring, and reside within
O sweet Holy Spirit, teach us to listen to you and to yield Remind us that in so doing, we are sure to be healed
You are with us always so we don't have to be alone You always thrive to keep us in the 'spirit zone'
You are the one we should rely upon You truly have a mind of your own
Of you, it has always been known,
that you, we cannot copy nor clone
On bowed knees is where we belong That's the place you will make us strong
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God does time fly!
Psalms allm ssllaay yyai!
Doesn't it seem as if we have never been?
There was now another thing accepting us?
Like we were fluids?
Drunken fluids that is comparable to these standards-
eruptions!
The fault in the crust going to kill us ever after even though we don't know us-
we are decent folk
but always clone,
but where oh where to say we went home?
I know of distance and poke,
I know of wrongful god and soap,
I don't think you know though-
where the strikes at heights find lightnings to bite,
where there are stations upon their masters of relations of separations that don't adhere,
nor guide us-
live in Gobe-
central Amazon,
People finder.com for the good one's who survived...
I loved her, expected her yonder,
but became far fetched and the flogged bogger...
It was so longer than she respects-
it was faulty as the next,
and then they said let's bless this ...
What I'm getting ready to lay out for you
You might find incredible but it's nothing new
In today's world you're as good as screwed
If there's no more than two or three of you
That's why I'm fixing to make a couple of clones
That I can sit back and call my very own
One for the office and one for home
With the three of me no one the wiser will know
The one at the office I'll teach to say yes sir
Keeping his lips pursed, a genuine butt kisser
Of course he won't have to do all that much work
They'll all get suspicious if he goes overboard
The clone at home will love the wife and the kids
Wash the dogs, the cars, make sure the cat's fed
Mow the yard if there's any time left
Then round about 9pm start nodding his head
While the real me will be down in the Keys
Living it up in Florida luxury
The only action from now on that I'm going to see
Are the bluest of waves as they're pounding the beach
So who could blame me for going it clone
Things are much easier when you don't go it alone
Would have done it much sooner if I had known
Everyone should have one or two clones
Note: The clones in this poem are purely fictional and in no way reflect that of the author nor that of his clones.
Coffee bean scent still fills the air
with each new sunrise in our log cabin
My arms around me
embrace the winds of Winter gone
Every sky-night windowpanes glow
in silent mist
Lunar limbs stream through bedroom blinds
reflecting shadows on empty sheets<
Star clusters shine 'bove velvet shores
sand-wish away from our bare toes
Another year,another month,another thought
I can't freeze time or make a clone
First magnolia blooms on a bare branch
Buzzing bees extract nectar from moist corolla
Coloured wings flutter on melting icicles
Sunbirds return with a sweet song
But what is a song without a symphony
What is music with no slow dance
His hand-pressed petal still mark the chapter
between stained pages
The dusty shelves recall my mind
recall my heart,recall my soul
For the last time these eyes would linger
before leaves curl,before buds wither
before moons move on,and I let go.
The business of the modern age is quiet, clean, and bright,
With row on row of identical desks beneath a sterile light.
They sought to build a template for the modern working mind,
A standard cog, a uniform, predictable design.
They measured wealth by metrics of a singular, flat mold,
And told the strange and wandering thoughts to do as they were told.
But in this gray monoculture, a quiet sickness grows,
A blindness to the sudden risks, a numbness to the blows.
When every brain is tuned to match the same harmonic chord,
The blind spots grow as vast as seas, the daring ideas bored.
The innovative spark expires, the bright minds burn away,
Exhausted by the heavy cost of masking through the day.
For thoughts that move in loops and leaps, or speak in shapes and signs,
Will wither when you force them down into linear lines.
Yet look across the shifting field where new empires arise,
Where enterprises look at thought with uncorrupted eyes.
They do not seek a polished clone to fit a rigid space;
They build a living ecosystem inside the marketplace.
They know the mind’s diversity is nature’s own design,
An evolutionary shield against the slow decline.
For when the world is dominated by the algorithms’ art,
The varied human consciousness becomes the priceless part.
Here sits the quiet systemizer, tracing hidden trends,
While next to them the dreamer leaps where logic sharply ends.
The verbal thinker states the case in clear, narrative prose,
Beside the mind where silent, abstract architecture grows.
One cannot see a mental image, working pure in fact,
Another views a vivid world, pristine and exact.
The hyper-focused, the divergent, the holistic and the deep,
Awaken from the corporate sleep to take a collective leap.
They change the room, they shift the time, they let the silence fall,
They trade the loud, continuous meeting for the written wall.
They welcome healthy friction when the different lenses clash,
Transforming systemic variance to creative, sudden flash.
For resilience is not discovered in the chorus of the same,
But in the wild, discordant notes that give the future name.
This is the strategic blueprint, the framework of the bold:
To untether the human landscape from the architectures of old,
To cultivate the cognitive field where every style may bloom,
And find the engine of tomorrow inside a different room.
WHAT A BLESSING HAVING AN AEROSPACE ENGERINEER DRONE PILOT FOR A GRANDDAUGHTER 8 CHILDREN 26 GRANDCHILDREN OUR MEMORIES ARE SO PRICELESS MY HOME WAS BROKEN INTO IRONICALLY THE THIEVES CLONED MY PHONE TRIED TO DELETE MY LIFE CRAZY STALKERS THEY WERE OLD PHONES 7 OLD CELL PHONES ALL THE DATA SAFETY STORED THESE OLD PHONES I KELP FOR MY MEMORIES BY GOD GRACE SHE WAS ABLE NOT ONLY WAS SHE ABLE TO RESTORE MY PORTRAITS KEEPSAKES SHE WAS ABLE TO UPLOAD THEM TO OTHER DEVICES THIS WAY I COULD DELETE AND MAKE SPACE FOR NEW ONES ESPECIALLY WHEN YOUR STORAGE IS FULL USING YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS YOU COULD CONTINUE TO STORE WITHOUT LOSING IMPORTANT MEMORIES AWESOME WITH A MEMORY VAULT OUR MEMORIES ARE SAVED IT'S ALSO GOOD WHEN BUYING A NEW PHONE JUST UPLOAD THE OLD GALLERY TO YOUR NEW PHONE WHO CARES IF THIEVES BREAK IN CLONE YOUR OLD PHONES MY HUSBAND PHONE WAS EASY HIS PHONE HAD ONLY DUPLICATE PHOTOS OF ME WE RESTORED THOSE AS WELL OH WELL SO IF YOU EVER LOSE YOUR PHONE YOUR DATA IS ALWAYS THERE I GUESS THATS WHY FBI AGENTS COPS CLONE CELL PHONES ALL THE TIME SORRY STALKERS EVERY PORTRAIT HAS ALREADY BEEN STORED THROUGH BACKING UP NEVER LOSE A MEMORY AGAIN KEEPSAKE MEMORIES VAULTS THE SHEER HORROR OF BEING HACKED YOUR PHONE IS CLONED THE HACKERS CAN SEND TEXT MAKE CALLS DESTROY HUMAN LIVES MY STALKERS WERE CORRUPTION THEY HAD THIS POWER TO EVEN SEND BOGUS TRAFFIC TICKETS REEKING HAVOC ON MY DISABLED VETERAN SO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY IT'S THE BEST THING MY FAMILY EVER DID THE HACKERS WOULD CHANGE YOUR EMAILS MY STALKERS ACTUALLY USED HER BLACK FACE TO OPEN MY PHONE WE REPLACED THOSE PHONES WITH UNHACKABLE ONES SIMS CARDSVAFTER SIM CARDS SHE WOULD BREAK IN GRAB OLD PHONES SEARCHING OUR DESK FOR PASS CODES EVEN BANK CODES ACTUALLY ATTEMPTED TO DEPOST A CHECK FRAUD WASTE AND THE TELLY HACKER CLONING DEVISES IS VERY SCARY SHE TRIED HACKING INTO GOVERMENT ACCOUNTS IT WAS A HORRID ATTACK ON DISABLED AMERICANS I RECIEVED THREATS BLACKMAIL EXTORTION TODAY WE ARE AWARE AND SAFE WITH DATA LITERALLY
Do you beleive in: Horsorima?
Why are you speaking this to me?
Huh-huh: do the Gods of Heremes
frighten you: or have your religous
zealoity find you beyond such mortal
myths? Speak your words might they be
spoken: who's to say whether they have fallen on deaf ears or not.
Yesterday in the city of Groafpain a woman was standing with her husband
in the front of a bridal shop: waiting for both future bride and groom
to finsh there goown and tuexdo fitting. When they were about to eave the store
a dark powdery myst formed behind the father
and in a snap of the finger he and the black myst disappeared.
He was sitting on the couch when the family arrived home. TV cameras caught the hold ordeal.
It's beleived he is a shapeshifter from Hoboaira. It is beleived that men who have lusted after
certain women develop this condiition.
They are proned to changing there shapes and telleportation.It is a curse for marring under certain signs. So they would have you to beleive. I on the other hand no the truth of why they are shapeshifters.They are from Mars. They are ancesters to
the germs bought back from Mars during the Martian Sample Retrieval. It is believed that they infected the guts and intestates of humans. And were worms in stool. They became wasp-like creatures. and infected people and used there dna to clone themselves into human like beings.
The expanse of joy my soul felt today
An ecstasy that will never pass away.
When my breath fades in the wind blown
Another life will clone memories at home.
And though we go far away from this vicinity
In the new breeze blowing fresh and free.
Plumes of halo upwards through the trees,
And see multitude of stars by greater degrees.
The sparkling beauty drops into your eyes,
With lovely splashes of a brighter sunrise.
Expanse of rapture rays deep and divine,
On an orbiting line, there is heavenly sunshine.
Even in the shade we hide when it's our time,
Sin and sorrow cocooned in earthly sublime,
Lifetime made the fondest memories mine
Special occasions we love, corrected and sign
Our expense of time growing endlessly,
Invest in heavens atmosphere harmoniously.
God places the images of past life in our mind
By whom forgiveness was made more refined.
Into existing expanding future of tomorrow,
Opportunity speeding by straight as an arrow.
If in this life we were given a brief glimpse of hope,
That through prophetic truth faith may develop,
Into a glorious feeling of purer delight.
The Illuminating vision by celestial light,
Would we enjoy expansion of regeneration delight?