Mimetic Poems - Poems about Mimetic

...That rambling castle across the landscape bewitched my heart As though divinity has signed, gorgeous is its art. Are the cherubims relaxing, spreading out their legs and hands? Are these archaic, ......Read the rest...

... Across areA Cryptics mimetiC Revolves dooR Open sO Stitch iS Tied fiT Interfacing radiI Coupling logistiC......Read the rest...

...Within the ambit of the psyche untamed Is the wonder cavern with hanging thoughts And projections prompting peevish plots- Thick and prickly notions oddly framed Fall about, on the least spur of......Read the rest...

...By nature, zetetic, he doubted the yetic, but xenogenetic? That just seemed absurd. A known workaholic, scoured feeds from Videtics, but was unsympathetic, in a word. At best, theoretic, and i......Read the rest...

...I of warped words & soundless mind out of mindless sight no(some)where blurring into the No-Go Realm (chasing cunning cryptic clouds of thoughtcrimes) I touch no man's land out never ......Read the rest...

...Mimetic mimicry mimicked the mime. More than furlong, the entire belonging day long. Prophet, the proper property, pope prophecy. Hardhearted harshness tied a fair harness. Shepherd herding sheep......Read the rest...

...Stashed with programs recorded, which, condensed on universal files Will tell them very little of what they don’t know and may never know In this lifetime or the next heaven, in this orbit or the n......Read the rest...

...Without ever consuming bureaucratic butter or sacramental bread, nor coffee and latte. She prefers spiritual ......Read the rest...

...IT’S SPRING THE SONGBIRDS DO SING-- Oh, perching birds Passeriformes on branches sit Passeriformes; Singing unto me a songs mimetic merrily in vocaliz......Read the rest...

...Mimetic kinetic imagery of a blossoming Aprylic Me riding a white spring at three o”clock in the morning, lucid hours on a yellow line so far in Monday”s emptiness. He”s calling, he”s trying to......Read the rest...

..."To hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. " William Shakespeare," Hamlet 1601." Window covered by a sycamore tree Constant friend of my snowy Maple days Memories spring as insects on a tree......Read the rest...

...A fresh aroma of the winter roses bore upon The break of the day light, the first ray hold upon By the droplets beaded over the floral leaf Mulled over by the sight so mimetic The life glazed ove......Read the rest...

...Wind, word, sail The helm is turned On the oar of the tongue Against the tide of laws The righteous cause Will its litany and prevail O could the dock Materialize again Out of the euphoria of......Read the rest...

...He heard the crows, morning-cawing-crows, morning-language-cawing-crows. There was for him, always, uncertainty in the cawing, an uncertainty he couldn’t hear, though he tried for most of h......Read the rest...