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Brother. O Brother.
O when when we were callow
In days young Shakers of the movement before
gray & silver turned our locks we held in idol
Spree even damned were we
Lessen a very score ’til callous became un-sore
away had you myth into the far-off seeking a northern star
Thus did dim of you re-turn filled
privileged besiege ferrying scripted jots of the novel are
deluged in assure
Brother. O Brother.
Dont forthwith tell to me nor else what I do not
forth I have continued a militant pace
Dont mid uncommon lot tell to me nor else
demur girding resistance rebellious plot
If you must speak a hair tell
of owned stead mid factional fight In the absence
tell of owned gallant march for quality rights
If adapt if no longer a sworn knight
tell of owned rationalism of moralism the plagiarism of
Quisling plight ill-gots Are you not at will zealot
Brother. O Brother.
Here in the brawling depth the course bowl clear
onward the struggle un-stop
You we in pledge had warrant to our brethren aged
to carry the pillars in lift
O out furthest yon you hither re-turn elope dystopia sum utmost grift
—whitewashed literacy alien pensive — these snares gate
earnest mental width so readily turncoat gift
in errand of handmade suits and seasoned goose
be too un-loathed the dandy one who tend the noose
Steady are the angered us of sternly force
undue toil seizing liberty under conquer
Brother. O Brother.
If for reasons untold at sun’s godly will alms’ shine
shalt fetch flicker of brotherly chime
O the left-behind aggrandizing autocrat-kneeler sprawl
as liken wayward owl
cant find luminous in eyes of kinship kind — formed
across absolutist allured far-off whereat darken desert loom
Muse this Steely-dusk rise leap desert’s sandy sweep
to the heavens it seeps to hand the moon its imposing greet
if for reasons untold
In marked territory, I must step with care,
For shadows past and present linger to snare.
Each step poised, measured, cautious, slow,
Falls on ground where furtive few, dare to go.
I kiss the bliss of ignorance, I know
Cannot dispel the florescent deja vu glow
Knowing virgin ground is non-existent,
All is done before, done for, insistent.
Even when I plow the field to furrows spell
Up pops the litter and glitter, that therein dwell
Echos, reflections, touche touches that smell
Of the death of innovation, pummeled pell-mell
For all out there is marked, scared, sullied and stained
As used before, or well past its use-by-date ingrained.
For machines are now omniscient, beyond what I could ever know
And all my steps are marked as plagiarist AI copies faux.
part one:
i was new and i wasn't sure what to expect i was here to mend.
before i submitted anything i thought i would get a lay of the land.
finally i dove in. head first. yikes!
in the shallow end. double yikes!
part two:
dear reader after that tumultuous beginning of this harrowing tale
we continue with part two. (scary movie music plays to no avail)
boy oh boy this is really scary stuff
back to the story, though a little rough
(as an aside did i mention i have big feet their long fellows)
part three:
the time had come.
this is no time to be dumb.
had a poem to submit. one with a lot of wit
"roses are red
violets are blue
some poems rhyme
some poems don't"
i couldn't enter this poem it was written by Shakespeare and that would be
plagiarism
(note to self look up the meaning of that big word i just wrote. it is a big word like
marmalade)
part eight:
so there i was reading my first comment. i couldn't believe what i was reading.
the words were kind and helpful
could this be true
i had expected something brittle
i grabbed a tissue
tears were streaming down my face
i thought this is a fantastic place
the poets here are quite amazing
talk about baffling and confusing
this was a lot better than
the time i had spent in jail
in the country of iran
a small room and a pail
do you know what that comment said
"i read this while lying in my bed
i thought it was quite romantic
actually even really poetic"
part twenty:
Fini
(in my own defense the rules said use any style. this is a form the french call
poetry of the absurd...or not!)
Maurice Yvonne
Comment Poetry Contest
August 25 2014
Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
You've ignited a fire beyond what you know,
my smooth hand glides providing the flow,
striking lightening that makes the mind blow,
you stole my rhymes and put them on show.
I followed the trail and look where it led,
a place full of those that are dead in the head.
I've had it with low lifes where plagiarism thrives,
you steal, you lie, and you will not survive!
Taking these rhymes of mine,
multiple times you swines,
disgraceful faces with empty brain spaces,
you have no place in the human race.
Posting all about the inspiration you taste,
you're nothing more than human waste.
Everytime I find what you've took,
I look to see what is the prize?
What do you get for these crimes?
You just get attention and praise,
what a sad way to live happy days.
Soaking up the limelight
making out you rhyme tight,
acting like you've got groove
while your reputation improves,
right up to the day that it falls through,
suddenly out of the blue I'm coming for you.
I will do to you whatever I choose,
I'll steal your laces make you a noose,
I wont give you time to say your excuse.
That poem you posted,remember who wrote it,
be aware of the fact you're poking a poet,
I'll write rhymes about you
I'll make jokes that are true,
exposing the truth with a hoof to the tooth,
the roast of the doofus stupendously useless.
You cannot match my catchy raps
so you best not try to snatch from my patch,
not any of my pieces with their sweet releases.
You live down on your knees
with your ear to ear breeze,
I rhyme with ease,
you've just climbed out the trees.
Remember that reputations will rise and will fall,
at the end is humiliation and you will feel like a fool,
so be wise, don't plagiarise and live a life of lies,
it'll steal your happiness,
and it will kill your pride.
Be wise, do not plagiarise.
(........ what you gonna do when I come for you?
plagiarise, plagiarise,
what you gonna do?
What you gonna do when I come for you?
Played your eyes, played your eyes,
what you gona do?
What you gonna do when I come for you?)
I know that i've mentioned
in past writes
regard mine frenetic digits
their
tap tap tap
whilst mine engram leaked
well
(sniffle sniffle)
well last evening
top mine desk
(sniff)
there i spied mine
frenetic digits
tap
tap
tapping out mine
mine dream
uv night 'fore last
tapping out 'pon this very
machine
each
kissss
that's write
I mean right
so
blame those
damned
digits
*each true artist, they have their
own colourz...lisssp(whut)...
...experienced...
...learned...
....knowd....
kiss me, shut me up ;)
"I'm a poet. I know it. Hope I don't blow it"
Do you want to commit what many poets consider a mortal sin?
Do what I just did. Commit an act of plagiarism.
The above first verse isn't mine. It's Mr Zimmerman's,
more otherwise commonly known as Bob Dylan.
I personally don't find plagiarism a mortal sin.
If one plagiarized my work I think I'd thank them,
even if they happened to profit multi billions.
My children could reach thousands or perhaps maybe even millions.
I'd see it as they sharing with the world All My Children.
Some of my children could motivate others to stop smoking or drinking.
or a better approach toward raising and teaching their children.
Some of my children may make otherwise sad people laugh.
My children may cause some who read them to dismiss vile thoughts of wrath.
None of my children encourage plagiarism. It's wrong and everyone knows it.
Spiritual Perspectives would never allow me to to so because I Am A True Poet.
Besides, stealing somebody else's work often leaves both parties in a world of hurt.
I similarly as much with the majority of mine,
are a most noble, honest, and most respectful kind
and I'm proud to say that just like all of they too, I Am A Poet.
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(Tagged by Carolyn Devonshire and now I'm tagging Simone Segal)
Your assignment Simone is to write a poem ending with I Am A Poet, afterwould you
tag some one else to do the same. C'mon Simone, join the fun. Are ya chicken?
BAR BUK BUK BUK BARRR! - That's supposed to be my chicken sound.
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__________Subliminal_____________________hello____________
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__________________________ Plagiarism ____________________
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____________________ bad feelings_________________________
___________________________a gray goat___________________
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_____________follows________ the leader____________________
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____________disregard____________________________________
_________________________negative__________#____________
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__________________discomfort_____________________________
___________________________blame________________________
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_______________neutral line________________________________
______________________________tolerance___________________
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___________turn bad days_______________to_________________
____________________________better days___________________
__smile__________________________________________________
__________________inner peace_____________________________
_______out of ____________________________________________
__________________________________________character ?_____
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___________PS. Remember to feed the neighbor's cat !!!__________
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____________call____________________07884432134__________
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__a cat being fed each day __will live their nine lives______________
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Inspired by "July Morning Blog: Subliminal Plagiarism"
Thank you very much :)
06.04.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
A literacy theft of a line or phrase
the facade, simulacrum of a writer
creating a mirror image, deception . . .
exact replica.
The forgery of blood written heart and soul
penning a likeness of me is plagiarism
and taking credit for another's talent . . .
is simulacrum!
Like a night pirate you come to falsify
to pass a line or a sweet phrase as your own
you make some minor change as a delusion . . .
making it your own.
Your simulacrum of a writer is false
you can cheat and pretend but will never be
for you will never be this girls reflection . . .
just a thief of words !
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June 11, 2020
Poetry/Sapphic Stanza/Non Metrical/Simulacrum
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1259-722-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest,
Pick-A-Title, Vol. 19, Sapphic Stanza
sponsor, Edward Ibeh
Third Place
There’s endless miles of golden sandy beaches
Sparkling aqua waters as far as the eye can see
Gods and Goddesses frolic au naturel down under
Here’s where Heaven shines her light down on me
If you foolishly swim between the danger red line zones
See a shark coming ‘HELP ME’! - You wildly scream
Well worth the SAVE in those bronzed muscly arms
Spunky Aussie life guards straight out of your dream
Women glow and men become fit- lean and taut
Any wonder that all thoughts get thrown asunder
Rippling muscles flex- bronzed bodies like gods
I come from the ‘green and gold land down under’
Spoiled for choice - Raw possibilities endless
No need to lust silently pining after one
Pick yourself up look around broken sparrow
This must surely be Gods place in the sun
Nothing comes close to the beer down under
Accompanied by a vegemite sandwich or two
Looking for something more gourmet and exotic?
There’s crocodile and kangaroo to name but a few
A land where every man resides like a King
And women are fawned over - treated like Queens
We don’t let sneezes and hay fever spoil things
If you have the sniffles - Hey! there’s Claratyne
This land where millionaires are made in a day
If you push the limits to achieve lofty goals
So don’t keep waiting to come on down under
Where our worth is what defines our roles
* ‘Living in a land Down Under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder,
You better run you better take cover’
Oops!! that verse sounds like it may be lines from the song 'Land Down Under' by 'Men at Work'. Might be seen as plagiarism. Sorry!! Couldn’t help myself!!
Instrumental of ‘Men at Work’ - by Joh Ph
Published on Jul 31, 2016 You Tube
* Quoted reference and citation of original lyrics of above verse from 'Land Down Under' belongs to 'Men At Work' first released October 1981 -
Songwriters: Colin James Hay / Ronald Graham Strykert.