forest oracle
lyre-tail fanned in forest light
leaf-scratching lyrebird
undergrowth mimic
sound archivist of forest
echoes dawn’s chorus
This is for whoever it's for!! You know
who you are ; )
Be yourself
& not another
as it's unbecoming
to be a mock
These copying cats
have lost their tails
while telling tales
like an op
These imitations
need to stop
for what do you get
from tracing lines?
Can't you develop
your own pictures
instead of trying
to copy mine?
I think you're lost
within the lines
who knew you'd
lose your sense
of self
Where has your
pride gone little kitten
where's the lion
within yourself?
I think you're lyin
to yourself
if you think you
can be just like
another
Dare to be different
all on your own
we're unique
from one another
There's only one you
on the face of earth
so love yourself
until the end
No one can replace
who you're born to be
so portraying another
is like a sin
It's time for facades
to meet their end
so one can see
its true face
Stop all the aping
& be original
instead of
mirroring another
in bad taste
Piracy goes down
to a sunken place
so I think it best
to tread lightly
I call to whom it
pertains so if it
rings bells
please don't ignore
like scam likely
There in ragged suit
shameless jester at mimic
cloaked in attitude
The Mallard Mimic
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic with
a slight touch
of anchovy
on top of a bed of puff pastry
served with
a garlic parmesan roasted
asparagus dish
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with a side of
maple pecan
butternut squash
Medallion
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with a buttery eggnog
yeast roll
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One would
crumble pork rinds
and truffle zest
add grated cheese
and sprinkle it across the top
and serve with
Malbec!
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So say's the Myth!
Before, when I was afraid to be me,
I looked at others and tried to be a copy.
Mimic all their motions,
repeat the same moves...
Maybe then I can follow all their rules?
I tried to not be so different, so lame,
but being a replica just wasn't the same!
No matter how hard I would try,
all my hellos looked like goodbyes!
My left was a little too right,
my dark had too much light.
All my stands were full of sitters,
my all alones had visitors!
I learned following where others lead,
will never let your YOU be free!
So I'll be the ‘You’ who was made exactly.
I won't let others additions subtract me.
I'll allow my no mores to be agains,
I'll be just exactly who I am!
leaves turning to song
the box elder beat boxing~
starling crescendo
The Mockingbird sings out his misleading best,
in hopes to attract a dupe with a nest,
where the squatter believes mate’s eggs should belong;
so mimics and jabbers uncountable songs.
Catbirds and Thrashers, related critters,
both grey North Americans sport throats of a twitter.
These gifted Warblers mock tricky bird tunes,
deceiving, deluding as feathered dragoons.
In fairness to balance the Tweeters’ intent,
creating, demanding a need to invent
a song to attract a new or lost mate:
so, a beacon to follow and commitment to state.
EXAMPLE MOCK SONGS
whistling, hey-hey yip pittie-yap
frog gurgle, snarf-chickie claw-saw
peep peeping piccolo-staccato bleat
sniftering chit-chat, yodel-do do
snerling, rat trap, blah tat-tat-tat
crunchy nasal chirp, coo-coo-coo
Vibrant Butterflies,
painting flowers mimicry,
in soft beauties rest... !
They meet, eat and drink, flutter and make merry.
Smiles flying from face to face, laughter airy.
They share a party of the soul and spirit;
their portrayal of mere humans satiric.
Laughing at our silly, paranoid folly
they point and guffaw, “Oh gosh, oh golly!”
They mimic us; watch as fear takes our good senses;
cover faces with gossamer, hide behind fences.
They laugh, sing and flit until time to sleep –
dreaming of foolish humans being led as sheep
neither caring nor daring thoughts of their own,
their leaders controlling – independence flown.
They awake and wonder, “What does this day bring?
A new year party with bright baubles and bling!”
Faeries, nymphs and sylphs plan a gala with friends
to last through the year – their party never ends.
Trump People Mimic Horn Haiku
trump people mimic
and had become bulimic
caused epidemic
Jim Horn
i'm not a parrot
but don't forget
to feed me each
time i repeat one
line
not like the actions
of Jackson's taken
away at the funeral
bird so i've heard
i often find myself
saying over and
once again over
the phrase that
holds me
even controls me
to write these words
as weird as that may
sound
but i of sound
body and mind
not needing
winding
not even in any
speak find i'm
repeating what
i was told but
know that what
i say is truth and
not from my lips
a slip or calming
mantra
i really do not
repeat but
speak the
truth that
I LOVE YOU
mimic
copycat
sits next to me
she’s on my last nerve
copying my math now
feeling satisfied
it is all wrong
misleading
mimic
I had a little mimic once when I was about twelve.
If my hair was in a ponytail, she would tie her hair in a ponytail.
If I was wearing an apron, she would tie on an apron.
If I laughed at a joke, she laughed, but more loudly, like she did not get it.
I asked her politely a few times to please dial it back a bit.
But anything I said
She repeated.
Anything I did, she did.
Just a few seconds later.
She would not stop.
She could not stop.
She told me she tried,
But no matter what, if I did it or said it, she did it or said it too.
It got so annoying my family finally moved away to get rid of them.
Because her mother was also mimicking my mother, and her father was mimicking my father
And they apparently disliked it even more than I did.
Here with a smile
Love sets fine style
Just for a while
Now words cast rhymes
With motive mimes
That tells on time
Lift words at last
Beyond mere cast
To work not fast
Feel that fond feel
Of words that heal
To mimic thrill
Watch movement dash
In abrupt flash
Of petty dash
If you must guess
Say more with less
As words can bless
Time mellows space
In a quick trace
Of ace in place
Watch if you must
For mad distrust
To seed more rust
Joy anchors cheer
To purge all fear
Now crystal clear
It's never late
To know how fate
Can clean the slate
Live your best thrill
In fond goodwill
In silence still
Leon Enriquez
10 April 2019
Singapore
Mosaic shards drift
Animated color swirl
Romantic bait dance
Miraculous release in
polyphony~ MUM, May I?
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