Replicated Poems | Examples

Hiranyagarbha

Hiranyagarbha or the cosmic egg,
e first in duality created,
womb of creation, within which we beg
for enlightenment that’s long awaited.
God’s seed is everywhere replicated,
so He is in us and we are in Him,
which we know not since our soul’s eye is dim
but if we are still we can recognise,
the light that lights all lights, as a bliss hymn,
transforming our heart and making us wise.

Melanin Glow

Born from the sun's ancient kiss,
A gift wrapped in golden brown bliss,
I carry the stories of ancestors proud,
Their strength echoing clear and loud.

Melanin flowing through my veins,
Like rivers of cocoa after the rains,
Each shade a testament to divine design,
From ebony deep to honey wine.

They tried to dim this sacred light,
But stars were born to shine so bright,
My skin holds wisdom, holds the grace
Of those who paved this sacred space.


The richest hues I've ever seen,
Caramel dreams and coffee streams,
All wrapped up in melanin's gleams.

This glow cannot be replicated,
This beauty will not be imitated,
For every freckle, every mark
Tells stories that light up the dark.

I am the sunrise, I am the earth,
I celebrate this blessed birth,
This melanin that makes me whole,
This radiant, unbreakable soul.

Let my skin sing its ancient song,
Of survival, of being strong,
Of beauty that cannot be denied,
This melanin glow, my source of pride.

Jumping

Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a
memory of one previously.

Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the
branch, a world of chaos lay before her.

The only certainty was the risk itself.
The tree loses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its
roots.

She took a tumble; the sudden reality of a harsh end
ironically, saved her from it.

Fly away new homebird.
Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall...

We will catch you, always

Daughter

She reflects us,
In body and soul,
Our marital love and struggles,
shaped her emotions and dreams.

In the early years, she was the pupil of our eyes,
She was the lovely princess in our little castle,
We floated together with care bears on white silky clouds,
We flew together with Mary Poppins million times.

Her aches and pains always seemed like ours,
Her tears of joy and frustration always replicated in our eyes.
Her sorrow and setbacks together we dared,
Her laughter and happiness happily we shared.

Her ambitions and adventures, we always encouraged,
Her mistakes and teenage isolations, we willingly ignored,
Her goals in life, we always stood behind,
She is our daughter and will remain our love for the rest of our life

Legend of BIG MAMA

From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama

A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South
Each word could be felt when it left her mouth

With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence 
She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience 

She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues 
She didn't have to pretend or put on 'cause she stood comfortably in her shoes

A woman, a beautiful black woman oozing with creativity and soul
In her kitchen, she took lemons and made pitcher after pitcher of sweet lemonade that she always served cold


Oh, Big Mama you brought that good medicine to the soul when you sang
You bellowed melodies that reached up and tugged on them heartstrangs

Oh, Big Mama I see ya' cookin' with your horn, too
Blowin',  just blowin' so beautifully like only a few

You were so good that some felt a need to copy you and steal your money
Shameful shadowy expressions of a "Hound Dog" depraved  music industry

Never to be replicated or duplicated 
One of one, you were, but still, you're often imitated 

From way down in "Bama"
Still goes stirring echoes of Big Mama

Zen mode

spine is a seamless energy implant
living harp which has thirty three strings
instrument upon which Divine Mother plays
surreal ethereal hypnotic music of the spheres 
amplified by the three layered hollow flute within
magically contouring all octaves of energies 
plotting the path of crystallisation of light
holographically replicated in each cell
as the rhythm of God’s heartbeat 

as one becomes two
and two become one again ~
our truth has no name

poinsettia

red petals bloom wild
against replicated leaves
Christmas hue with pride

Kess-kess

Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble  guitar fused with a funky mix of 
 in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
 serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes. 
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
 of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.


Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot

Trust

Trust is a padlock with a unique key. Once that key is lost, the padlock cannot be opened, even if a new key is crafted. The original key's distinct shape and resonance cannot be replicated. Forced entry will only damage the lock further, leaving scars that can never be fully erased."

spectacular colors of Green

verdent valley has a refreshing feel
I am invigorated and renewed
my soul feels cleansed by the cold grass
I sit low, looking at the individual blades
the color is fascinating, God’s color
replicated in the leaves of a walnut tree
and the healthy balls of her fruits
spectacular colors that wake me up
and make me feel alive and joyful

Stars in Her Eyes Mirror

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you ~ Rumi

Pouring forth from the light in her eyes, I see my heart spilling salty tears – they glisten, then subside. Where she’s been, my heart can only imagine. She’s still here, but her heart is fully confounded. Her dreams have become much more than just old baggage. Her light has been stunned by the temptation to just let go of her hope and crawl into some bottle or into some drug. She is wise, though. Wiser than they give her credit for. I can see, in her eyes, the reflection of a story brought to life through hope. Hope for a purpose. Hope for a new dawn. Hope that leaves her victorious, even when all her fight has gone. Pouring forth from the light in her, I see the wonder of a love more alive than I’ve ever known. This is the love only God could have replicated inside of her.

story of a heart 
songs twisted into lessons,
breathing spirit beats

Dreams

As the cold
Chills me
I drift
Into the abyss
of amazement and wonder
Never to be replicated.

Intention

INTENTION

transcendent
dynamic
  turbulent
consolation

overlooking
tonal
  varitions&
possibilities

 a
disjunctive
  predictions
in a
discrete
  prescence
to
diminish
&
completely
eliminate
the
infinite

though
  charming
&
original
stay
unappreciated

surreal
  feelings
exposed
in
wing words
of
replicated
writing
reinvented
&
configured
then
liberated

Demotion

He drew the drapes, nothing caught his eye
it seemed that yesterday had replicated itself,
only today it had chosen a deeper of gray tint.

On balance, it could have been
the color of stale puke, for the night
had up-chucked its darkness into a
sickly yellow
morning bucket of bile.

Examining his mind, he ascertained by
the laborious task of magnifying
the inconsequential
that he was not clinically depressed
just bored.

Later that day he bought a black puppy,
to remind himself that he was apparently
no longer the center of the universe,
a position he had held
to be inviolate until now.
The demotion was irksome.

He took the French Bulldog to Walmart,
claiming loudly that it was a service animal
for he had need of a dumb friend.

His new dumb friend peed on him
in the candy aisle
and generally acted like it was the center
of the universe, a notion reinforced
by its many casual admirers.

That dog was having a great day,
and by the next day he felt it was quite acceptable
to be its little helper and general factotum,
for it absolutely beats
trying to play God 7 days a week
and no day of rest.

Intrigue a Freed Verse

INTRIGUE
a source
  of light
much anticipated
 absorbed
in quiet
  intrigue

 positioned
   coordinated
encountered
in the
prestigious
&
coveted
by a
 shadowy
sense of stillness
reproduced
in
minimal
&  melancholy
 daily life
replicated
by
 concepts
in
curiosity

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