Short Counterfeit Poems
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brigand connoisseur
embezzling my precious stones
counterfeit romance
stealing but the refined part
sterile, barren heart remains
Good
At
Faking
Being
Real
The deception of counterfeit behavior harms those whose path you cross.
A dance with dianoia
Grants me the power of reason
I will analyze every bit of your body
Are you the original
Or are you merely an image?
My suspicion says you’re counterfeit
And my wisdom concurs
Form:
The stiff neck from counterfeit blues…
I read about that in the news.
A guy from Sao Paulo
said he too can’t swallow,
but feels pretty good when he chews.
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Response to John Read's Deflated
Counterfeit hope.
Tangible soup.
Soundless.
Nothing tastes like sap.
Vein growth.
Crossed wire leaves.
An old salt mine.
I bet it tastes like salt.
When you have wires in your head.
You can feel condensation.
Hopeful condensation.
Obsessed? Who me? At the sight of bare boobs?
Can take 'em or leave 'em but I'm usually in the mood
But an overstuffed bra
Should be banned by law
Disappointment we feel as she stands there in the nude
© Jack Ellison 2015
You'd never know
Surely no one could tell
I almost took my life ten months ago
From the flames inside that burned a living hell
Where demons dwell and angels ache to break free from below
It mustn't show, the absent soul hidden within a counterfeit shell
she was artificial
a counterfeit human being
her phoniness is unreal
uncalled for and unnecessary
there is an unnatural feeling about her
her words come across as lies
she is stiff, unkind and unbending
something horrible must have happened to her
at one time or another
My passion’s crashin’
Enthusiasm spasmed
My heart’s no longer in it
I’m pure counterfeit
I’d rather be in jail
Call it betrayal…
But they trot me out, their annual thrill
Wish I were ill ~ punxsutawney phil
They aren't my family
Even though
we are related.
They are competitive
in a one man race.
They pretend to love you
Even though
I know it's fake.
Their actions
give them away.
They take and take and take
Even though
they are full.
They lack empathy
A vital tool.
Science may surpass mankind
And the universe
But even with an x-ray
We see only the organs and the skeletons
We can't see any truths and logics
But with a book of religion
We will gradually see with our naked eyes
And the book is copyright
No one can pirated
No one can stain
Science may surpass mankind
And the universe
But even with an x-ray
We see only the organs and the skeletons
We can't see any truths and logics
But with a book of religion
We will gradually see with our naked eyes
And the book is copyright
No one can pirated
No one can stain
Hope cradles for its faction ~ nest
the will to live, a place to rest
and age disciples, as is blest
while dreams recycle, best by best!
Yet through some ministry's ingest
a truth survives, not counterfeit
that time is not the combing's wrest,
but faith's forebearance adds the tress'!
You feign contrition
No body for resolve
Absolute you’re dying eyes
Cocoon in silken wrappings
The inner being consoles
Obtuse mother
With her little stranger
Those counterfeit tears
Bellows no more
Lack of compunction
Halo of strife
I didn’t ask
To be born
But I was begat
To this life
OCULDESTINATE
The esoteric cabal
A sinister secret
To illuminate or to fall
Effuse the real or the counterfeit
To notice it at all
Illusory uncloaked
UNVEIL
DISSEMBLEVile concealment
Conspirators provoked
Imposters fail to ressemble
False pretense fall flagrant
Historical hoax
Macabre Jokes
Strong gallant without repose...
in journeys past emotions last...
Struggled winter - captured warmth
Her actions without counterfeit -
her colours adored...
Untapped with rain residue -
beneath untethered stem -
time cultivates her beauty...
timeless, ageless, memoirs...
into all hearts love sends.
Tiny voices
Sizzling cola fluorinated acids
Wiggles as worms
Smells liking baby breath
counterfeit
Sweet and sour
cauliflower ears of corn
Resounding screams of unicorns
Catalyst deceiving all believing
Ballerina mistletoe
1/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
You're in my blood,
the essence of your soul,
digs into my arteries,
slowly
without
any air of counterfeit.
You're the real deal,
although I seldom see you,
the heart knows it's other half
as you stay
in my blood
as its softly
makes it's circulation,
til you leave me standing
like a deserted village.
.
my teeth are tinglin'
my tongue iz produce'n
counterfeit wet
mine lips
girl
mine lips feel
neglect'd
bésame niña
ven aquí
(((cerrar)))
Dream Time
Written: by Tom Wright
1/19/2016
Sleep is the comforter of the mind,
A period of time when realism vanishes;
While in our element we misplace our identity,
And all thoughts become counterfeit.
Pleasant Drams
Jesus Loves You!
As ebon night enshrouds the trees
It’s signaling me to catch some zzzzzzzz
Tom
You ask forgiveness
but admit no wrong,
with a voice of litheness
you sing your song
of love~
it is a deceit,
a counterfeit created
from sweet words
and heaps
of ice-cold jade,
carved into illusions
of dreams
and gossamer rings
that snap to entrap
naive hearts
without mercy
for the butterfly's
torn wings
and beauty's descent
into death.
What stings like wasps in hives,
Of trying minds' regret,
Invasive blips, flash frozen pictures,
Recalls, counterfeit,
Serrated icy sickled thoughts,
In glaciated snow,
Dread the warmth, the trickled stream,
Of thawing reapers' sown,
Sipping from the melt embibes,
The swarming, claustrophobic choke,
Alone the white hot heat of heart,
Scatters them with smoke.
Counterfeit smiles
Insipid hellos
Crossing paths
Destination known
Nobody has names
Just competing clothes
Glaring past glances
A forlorn flow
Stumbling off sidewalk
Onto crumbling street
Yet another sidewalk
Heads without feet
Lost to crowds
Blanched in between
Ponderous pedestrians
Rising steam
Tethered tomorrows
Skyscraper seams
Falling faces
Concrete dreams
How has technology saved us?
The world almost runs itself
Digital empires in our hands
Keeping everything in demand
Just another buzz word again
What remains a classic lasts
Now becoming the end of this
The next best thing never is
Screens might be counterfeit
Put down the phone for a sec
You may just run into a pole
Look at the world around you
Do you feel your own energy?
In my youth, we played games outside:
like hide-and-seek, and tag, you're it.
No one wanted to stay inside,
active, we had no time to sit:
fighting in fields,
with swords and shields.
Today, everything is cockeyed:
and I'm not liking it a bit.
Computers connect friends worldwide
but such friendships feel counterfeit.
You lose so much:
when friends can't touch.