Short Copy Poems
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A painted castle in my room
Appeared inside to seal my doom
Inside my castle it rains my tears
To guide myself far from my fears
Copy of His Sermon
Again and again hunted and hunted
For copy of his sermon I had wanted
So much feeling in it would be found;
Often adored each word and sound
Much knowledge to sermon amounted.
Jim Horn
C and V are gone forever
Punched too hard
Copy and Paste
Space bar holding court
Wanting a rally to protest
The heaviness of my fingers.
I slap them happily
Typing 85 words a minute
Unconcerned about their silly protest.
Search That Bus (6 Lines or Less) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
Hey gals and gents
Keep busing along every little step
From stop to stop every little step counts
Be following your ABC's
And crossing your T's
For no Amber gets left behind
Atop the overhead sprinkler pipe
The sparrow hops, showering notes.
My ears are wet, but I've no regret;
A little singing flame does grow.
Come sparrows many and copy dad;
Come drowning showers and make me glad.
A-sing in sprinkles alive with light,
I'll start up fires that blaze all night!
Peace!
Love!
Joy!
Forgiveness!
If I were a copy machine I’d copy this…………….?
Blessings!
Sharing!
Giving!
If I were a copy machine I’d copy this
With the love of God and Jesus
Nothing else left……….
You’re welcome to Copy this!!!
10/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
History
A carbon copy of the past
To prevent a loss or lapse in memory
Even when people become Alcheimer patients
History remains
The good and evil remain
No one can erase the past
But to learn a lesson
To behave well
And to teach the younger generation
The fact that
Truth and history never die
When I count up to three
Stand up straight and copy me
Clap your hands
Now touch your toes
Wiggle your bum
Then hold your nose
Place your hands on your hips
Blink your eyes and lick your lips
Shape your mouth into a grin
Shout hurrah and rub your chin
Now sit down on the floor
Wave goodbye
There is no more
I have seen I am warrior wing let W.W. fly over me
I have seen Silence is me, I have seen nothing like
Bobby has wings or quiet it’s me or copy me I am Bobby
Originality has lost it’s wings and Silent is not Quiet
Live and learn it’s only a name it’s the meaning behind it
Not in the name
Copying is just a game
Brunswick Beacon Copy
This is our local weekly newspaper.
When having read this poem someone wrote,
Quickly went outside after grabbing my coat;
A definite steal,
And much appeal;
Can find Brunswick Beacon copy in Shallotte.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
View A Copycat
.....
View a copycat as a stray cat
They stray through the day hunting down prey
They pick up a scent through steel or cement
They act shy yet they’re sly
They get around traps, they escape with the bait
When you realize your loss
& feel the hard cost
Without a peep or a sign
Smiling they stand across the
Finish line
copy paste epoch-
ah! i do not care that much
about copyright
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Before I became a bag of potatoes
I used to be as pencil thin as any salty chip.
I had a pencil thin mustache,
pencil thin legs,
pencil thin neck,
in fact all my appendages
were said to be pencil thin.
You might suppose that my pencil is thin,
but no,
it is actually a fountain pen
and it is as fat as a potato
I carry it behind one of my cauliflower ears.
I give up in despair
The damage to repair
Second hand theories abound
Seeking to keep me safe and sound
The laws are changing fast
Communal activities now in the past
Quarantines and lockdowns they order
Virtually sealing the border
We must all get infected
Some practices we have rejected
Morphing into copy cats
While waiting to become laboratory rats
Copy and paste how could you say
My original thoughts written to you that day
I plead your love not to take
copy and paste gave me heart ache
It’s all from my heart and not a copy
No need to overthink with your autopsy
Copy and paste is what I would do
To bring you back to the me and you
My lasting thought is to be
Copy and paste was all you could see
There is a lot of information out there
we may all be in overload mode.
Oh how to be simple in intricacy,
oh the enormity.
I take out my ever moving mind
lead it into the park
where the sky is also moving.
Time is the culprit
the impostor
the script writer.
I should delete all the thoughts in this poem
forever,
but
I will make a copy anyway.
It's in my DNA.
Copy cats,
I never liked them,
They stalk like they don't care,
But they do.
They seem glad for your success,
But they are just envied.
They congratulate and hug you,
But they just stab you in the back.
But what they don't know,
Is that you will always be a step ahead,
And they will wander behind.
Just know you are winning,
When you are being copied.. :)
Please give it a read
This makes the brain grow and thoughts arise
They said, people stop thinking
When people stop reading
They said, rich people has big library
While poor people has big TV
They said, people reading book is dumbfounded
While people using gadget is getting dumber
They said, books are hard copy
While gadgets are soft copy
Well, I see them all as life's information.
Let me put it this way
Make it clear beyond a doubt
That what will suit you best today
Are many ways to loudly shout
Our method will improve your scheme
Provide return endorse your name
Send you out into the world apart
Make you winners of your game
Outline the essence of your excellence
Make your offer shine a light
Where must haves must be had from you
A blazing glaze of copy-write
Copy of a thought
Original thought now frames;
Copy means a lot
To leapfrog sans blame.
Words I hurl and swirl
In cryptic, mad haste;
Poise beyond harsh world
Paints a certain paste.
I glimpse fond sights here
To glue a stray mix;
My feelings now steer
My dose of self-fix.
Copy original
Tells of brief ink flow;
Word scripts move mental
The way ooze now shows.
Leon Enriquez
10 April 2016
Singapore
I am a purple crayon in a box of pink
or so I think.
I steal the words of my brothers
only to claim them as mine to others.
Do I contain anything that is unique?
I am very quick to critique
someone else's words
when I am the one most absurd.
It is easy to live in this dream
when my ego is this extreme.
Is it obvious to all around
that I am not a king with a crown?
I am a phony for sure
not one with a heart that is pure.
Don't bring your b!@ch mode...
don't bring your fake...
leave your runway...
you're generic in every way...
don't scream at me...
go change your rag!!!
bring me fire...
bring me love...
bring me real...
not that cheap xerox
make up - made up
model stuff...
you can sit there on the shelf...
call me when you're real...
when you find your beautiful self...
only be you with me...
save that artificial crap...
for someone else...
What if what i can not right
Doth the world delight
What if what i write and strive for
are irrelevant
What if i am part of the problem
Not the solution i seek
Then what is the point of my pen
Better i cave and join the masses
And suffer my partisan
Than dig my own grave
As i am no better no worse
Only difference is i gave it a go
and gave it my best shot
But in the end it fell on deaf ears
Like all of those who tried and
failed before me
Please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll.
Memorize each word.
Recite it to your teacher.
Spin it into a song
and preach it like a preacher.
Use sign language.
Transcribe it into Braille,
Aramaic, Chinese and
Spanish. Let the world
know that this poem
and any other poem
that you or I write
is worth the daylight.
So, please copy this poem.
Post it on your office wall,
next to your bed,
or the toilet paper roll.