Short Clone Poems
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A man soaking wet from the rain
Sat serenely sipping champagne
He was not a lush
Nor in any rush
Since he brought his own Hurry Cane
Must we clone other humans?
Given that our souls are a
Part of God, will clones have one?
How about conscience?
‘Do not disturb’ sign on my phone,
the struggle is real with time zones;
Too tired to feel alive
can’t miss this Instagram Live,
maybe I will just send in my clone.
If we each had a clone and one day we met
Walking with our wifey, a happy duet
Would we scream and shout
Or say thanks for the help
To help make our marriage the bestest one yet
It would be handy to clone and bi-locate
I’d fool my cousins – Kerney and little Kate
My doppelganger and I would eat in a café where they eat
If they saw both of me at once, their screams would sound sweet.
Love bloomed even in clones..feelings won over scientific triumph
THIRD PLACE
love bloomed in clones…heart won, not brain, artificial intelligence failed
Clone.
Disguised deeper than skin
Look at me
Deeply into my chocolate brown eyes
What do you see?
When you look at me ?
Deeply
I see you
What do you see ?
What is true beauty ?
You are so beautiful
Flaws enhanced
I look exactly like you
Disgusting...
If I had a clone
I would send her to my faculty meetings on Wednesdays.
I would have her do my paperwork.
I would have her clean this bedroom.
I would not be too friendly,
I would not engage her in idle conversation.
I would keep her busy, doing everything I detest.
She would vacuum, cook, clean, dust, and mop.
If I had a clone.
None so weary as the hard-working man
Moving as much dirt as he possibly can,
His wife does her share of shoveling, too
They’ve bit off more than they can chew,
Both need some rest from the daily grind
But it seems reliable help is hard to find,
They work their fingers bare to the bone
Too bad they each do not have a clone.
Written June 23, 2022
I met my clone on a Tuesday night
She yelped, “Your hair gave me such a fright!”
I replied, “Your wrinkles are a blight.”
Her teeth are more coffee yellow than white.
I doubted she was very bright.
We did not get along, and this is all right.
Her body was rotund, not any way slight.
Meeting her was not out of sight.
I wish I’d had a better Tuesday night.
WHO am I if not you and all of yours in every way, while still unique to my own?
WHAT is the difference? How irrelevant when we are so much the same
WHERE is defined by borders of control, despite the answer being equal for us all
WHEN shall we accept each other and ourselves instead of facilitating pain?
WHY can't we embrace the differences and unite to show the way
A life time
where one it seems
feels whatever will be, will be,
when one cannot take the love
that one wants to give,
in a one sided love affair
is normal.
Till the recipe changes
then the ingredients become
of a different mix,
one of harmony
that blends together
to give off
a reflection
of love returned,
then like the golden sunrise
becomes perpetual;
now that’s normal!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
British Biogenesis took a front seat
When the first bio-cloned sheep Dolly was created.
In a tiny glass test tube nice and neat.
All we need now is for it to be percolated.
Also a little know-how in kinestheics
And an advanced degree in biogenetics
Possibly the ability to follow deep,
And clear step by step directions on U-tube.
Voila! We are now making our own sheep!
I knew we could do it, with a bit of lube.
How would you know if you were a clone?
Would you feel by yourself, even when not alone?
In the moments of the day when silence is there.,
Does it make you sense the glare of somebody's stare?
Could there be a connection between you and your clone?
Maybe it's you who were copied like a statue of stone?
In any event if one day you receive a mysterious call,
Don't be surprised if you hear your voice, then stumble and fall.
My clone, all day it follows me.
The person that I want to be.
It always says that it is me
But never really is.
My clone, it knows another way
to see the world I’m in today.
But it is different in one way,
it has nothing within.
My clone, it wants to find out now
who is the better one somehow.
It acts and talks just like me now
but still is just a version.
My clone is gone forever now.
no more life left inside now
because I fought it and just now
I slowly watched it die.