Color me red
And blunt my bangs
Obscure my brows
And shield them from the sun
Replicate your enigma
Polished and shined
A mirror to your soul
Twin pools of gray
With a hint of blue
That's ever growing wider
What is it you see
When you meet your gaze?
Please hold me tight
Enough to leave your mark
Pink crescent moons
Dyeing my shoulders
Serving as your earthbound tether
What was it you saw
When you met your gaze?
Have you lost your place
Among the stars
My Full Moon Queen
My Full Moon Queen?
Your abdicated throne
Gleams pitch-black here
My Full Moon Queen
My Full Moon Queen.
Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
Look at me.
Am I truly a monster?
Have I finally grown into the skin of my tormentors?
Peer beneath the veil of my eyes and tell me you do not see
the demons nesting in the ruins of my mind,
governing my thoughts and dictating my every breath.
I harbor no desire to replicate the sins of those who shattered me,
nor to harvest the lives of others the way my own was so savagely reaped.
I am entirely unworthy of devotion; I seek no affection,
wishing only to bleed out whatever love I have left until I am empty.
Waste no tears on this calcified shell.
Bestow your grace upon those who can still be saved,
and never dare to seek a soul within my chest.
Do nothing for my sake.
Utterly abandon the notion of my redemption.
To love a monster is an act of absolute martyrdom -
you will only be ground into dust, piece by piece,
until nothing remains but the wreckage.
The hot sun of summer sets loose our passion
and once more our thoughts turn to love
seeking the same warmth from a lover
filling us with joy as our cups overflow.
Making this beautiful world shout
coming to life with dainty colour
the shades set our hearts wildly beating
as we thrill with passionate feeling.
Hark listen to nature's cries of cooing birds
the sound of animals crashing through overgrowth
as they beat a path to the one they desire
blazing with a mass of passionate senses.
Once more our hot passions rule our heads
we step forth without the usual caution
all in the desire to replicate ourselves
to bring forth to life a new generation.
Written: June 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: "The brain discovers, but emotions replicate past occurrences forevermore." By Poet
I glide amid suspense as the air grows dense.
Through amber fractures that scrape the fence,
Still blazed for the thrill your shadows wore—
The anchored verdict, of evermore.
A silted shard of time daze,
A wire-mesh mirror that grate and glaze,
It scrapes the shell where the marrow tore—
A signal throbbing evermore.
Through gullies choked with a sullen scent,
Through spans of gloom where lumber's bend,
Your strobes ignite on the slatted floor—
A sizzling earth expanding evermore.
You lodge inside the strained strain,
A white-hot core that no veil can drain,
The pulsing pitch, I cannot ignore—
A sinew humming evermore.
And after the casing snaps its seam
When digits fuse in a blinding beam,
This vacuum slams on a rock-bound shore—
The engine stilled in evermore.
Though metal cools in the still space.
The spirit-volt is gone, without a trace.
A hissing heat on rusty shore—
the agony intensified, evermore
I will find you beyond the stars,
For we are destined to be together since the start
Since the sky and water became separated into different shades of blue,
The water will forever reflect the sky, as you are water, and I am sky.
I vow to you that I will find you in every lifetime, no matter how far
For I have an imprint on you, my ethereal love, that no one else shall ever attempt to replicate
Innocence is a profound divine feature
Like a lotus leaf unmoistened from all vice
Extolled in sermon talks by every preacher
Plunges like a cascade from the paradise
Shines with the purity of jasmine flowers
Like an unclouded crystalline dome, it gleams
As melodic as a birdsong from towers
Pristine like the quiescent water in streams
Innocent people wish for others' welfare
Their lives are open diaries in all spheres
With no inhibitions all things they do share
Their hearts unspoiled like stored honey for years
Innocence is God as He is unattached
Replicate Him and to Him perfectly matched.
Place: 2 nd
Suffer not unto me;
Those joyous sins;
That replicate things;
After my very being;
~
I stand posed;
Poison to my loins;
Gratified, marginalized;
~
Purple snake, not royalty;
Nuances, novelty;
Cloaked and harassed;
Back to basic:
Those joyous sins;
After my very being;
Suffer unto me again still;
3/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2026
The universe's greatest mistake
It knoweth not how to replicate
It marvels at man in his wake
The beauty he sees
Peering o'er the glimmering lake
How his mind moves from state to state
Love, hate, dream, and curiosities that consume.
His dispairs and glooming
Far seer of chances looming
On horizons his mind's eye perceives
Supplanting there his own destinies
At play in a sandbox given thee
From, and of his own mind,
He creates reality
Where most do stumble, blind
-What marvel, humankind
A new sun has arisen in the dawning literary sky,
the poetry horizon is illumined by the flash of Ai.
Novel ideas and stylistic stimulation the poets get
from metaphoric spectrum of the sun that doesn’t set.
Experimenting with different poetic forms Ai is free
to motivate new perceptions for innovative poetry.
Choosing Ai as creative collaborator poets may flock
when they need help to overcome the writer’s block.
The delicate domain of human emotions in Ai is hollow,
making its structured poems seem artificial and shallow.
Devoid of life skills it lacks human feelings in the core.
So, the artistic depth of passion its essence can’t explore.
Ai poems may replicate the existing ones with dexterity,
inviting queries about plagiarism and originality.
The poems of heart run the risk of being undermined
by Ai, overshadowing the lively reflection of the human mind.
the machine talks when the mind is mute-so let creativity shine
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**the ai machine eliminates imagination; it cannot replicate the feelings, emotion and soul that goes into writing poetry.
Being old school, I write to the best of my ability instead of trying to improve it by other means- or trying to outdo another writer if I think my work is inferior to theirs. To remain honest and true to myself is the best accolade.
Cherish who you are
‘cause on one can replicate
your true uniqueness.
Do you regret, when you make a mistake?
While I surely understand your concern,
do you know that you'll get an even shake,
a priceless education in return?
So, go ahead, and give yourself a break,
for it is life's fumbles that make us learn.
So say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
there is no need for self-assault.
Tragically hurt, no longer content,
you find life comes without a guarantee.
All harmful things, you can never prevent.
Maybe, it is helpful for you to see
that each and ev'ry good and bad event
is the divine branching of your life's tree.
So, say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
blest departures from the path of default.
When genes do not properly replicate,
It's not a problem, but a solution.
You might things it's a dirty word, "mutate",
but it's nature's brilliant contribution.
As the epochs and eons pass, just wait,
and you'll see glorious evolution.
So, say, "felix culpa" or "happy fault" -
without them, life on earth comes to a halt.
how can you really describe love?
two hearts making one connection.
opening up to each other and seeing there flaws as perfection.
man and woman in a age long game of chess,
move after move.
there is no real way of describing love,
many have tried with paintings in the louvre.
others write poetry to try satisfy there hearts.
when you lean in for a kiss you want it to last forever,
that moment is our heaven on earth,
which is something we all endeavour.
when they lay there hand in yours you never want to let them go,
there is no way for science to replicate that experience.
and what about when you loose your touch of your heaven,
are you supposed to love someone else?
the promises made in the passion of our intimacy.
some find someone new, others wonder how they show such simplicity.
living with the burden of hope,
fully engrossed by love.
its the one thing on this earth no one can explain,
i can only tell you about the experience.
but to actually feel it, is profound.
crazy how eyes can seem so beautiful,
in them is where love is found.
i may never let go of you,
so i guess i will just have to enjoy the view.
Can your prayers not take flight,
Try the darkness in absence of light,
Pitch so dark you can only see thought,
Now begins what needs to be taught,
Resonance of the pitch you need to replicate,
Variables of emotion will flow from love to hate,
Focus on the presence filling your lung,
A slight presence will sound as though a bell rung,
Worldly troubles will begin to dissipate,
A conversation with God you can now create,
He is your Father so just talk with Him,
It doesn't have to be prepared just on a whim,
The closer you get the better it'll be,
Goal in this relationship is harmony,
Sit with God and enjoy this time,
Worship in darkness can be sublime.
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