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Master Artist

MASTER ARTIST
What an artist uses to shape and smooth his sculpture
Is what God will use to mold and carve our character
The artist takes his time to design or pattern perfectly
So in the end a splendid replica we see

Man can never be his shining best unless 
His Master's hands guide him to complete success
And since our

Categories: replica, analogy, art, blessing, deep,
Form: Rhyme

Sulci Rupes

Looking at the need
               They devolved the 
               means to which they
               Would

Categories: replica, adventure, america, business, care,
Form: Bio

My Replica

You are a burning form who engulfed me
My globe! replicating the inner hunch
I concede in YOU.. turn me immortal
Never shall our unconstrained love perish 

Never shall our unconstrained love perish
I concede in YOU ..turn me immortal
My globe! replicating the inner hunch
You are a burning form who engulfed me

Aug 11, 2020

Note:Mirror Mirror Poetry Contest.(N/A)

Submitting to STRAND

Categories: replica, deep, feelings, heart, inspirational
Form: Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Replica of Jesus

Replica of Jesus

Christmas started out so splendid
Until it had finally, recently ended
Decorations and tree taken down
Alive and green now turning brown.

Ours is artificial and stays green
And what to tell you still do mean
To me it is really, only way to go
Stays same size and does not grow.

Placed all in boxes and put away
And will be

Categories: replica, christmas, religious,
Form: Couplet

Replica of Jesus

Replica of Jesus

Christmas started out so splendid
Until it had finally, recently ended
Decorations and tree taken down
Alive and green now turning brown.

Ours is artificial and stays green
And what to tell you still do mean
To me it is really, only way to go
Stays same size and does not grow.

Placed all in boxes and put away
And will be

Categories: replica, allegory, analogy, religious,
Form: Couplet

Production of the Replica

The midday sun scorches her back
Sweat seeps through her feeble body
As her nerves carry messages from her brain 
To make her muscles cooperate
So she could stand and move around

Inside her body a helpless guest with very special needs
Hanging head downwards between cliffs of her bone
Shot with delicate spasms
With hair painted upon his skull

The wretched visitor

Categories: replica, mother, pain, stress, tribute,
Form: Free verse

Replica

the vision of the heart that sees,
that connects and compliments its reality,
that takes within the heart of loves call,
positioned we stand through the birth of it all,
the season of choosing may look the same,
that grasps our interests and intentions in many ways,
but placed we are..in God's orderly fashion,
to bring us back to love...there is no

Categories: replica, love,
Form: Rhyme

Replica

Wielding together artificial meat
No need to conserve this being will keep
Looking through grafted eyes
The creator now smiles
Shamelessly looking at bones made of lies
Once it is born does it speak with a tongue?
Calling out hopefully, am I the one?
It started out walking it skipped all the steps
Its power lacked knowledge deceived by the best
Slaying with anger

Categories: replica, confusion, dark, death, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

Replica

Replica

I see you, than I see me
I love you all over again
Daughter you are a “reflection” of the beauty inside of me.
Again, I love you all over
I see me, than I see you

10-20-12

Categories: replica, life, love, i love
Form: Free verse

Timeless Replica

In eons past the trip was planned.  Engineers and artists built sturdy, a symbol just in case
Practice-runs of engines, materials and design, were left in place as a marker at their base

A hop, then a skip to a new world from the old, assured their symbol would not be defaced
On arrival in a desert,

Categories: replica, fantasy, imagination
Form: Couplet

A Replica

You go down in the dry pool
foraging for the political errors,
irisprints, a certain desire of revolt, 
any skeleton to identify the victim.
An awful claim, the accuser was becoming accused.

For namesake somebody was dying
unceremoniously for holding tuberculosis.
Dots did not help. Washed and dried curses
went into the background. There was a cease-fire
for sometime but the guns will

Categories: replica, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?