Short Lifelike Poems

Whoever painted these lifelike grapes could also paint blueberries
I lean into the canvas to see if grapes have a smell
They look real enough to pluck out
An old master’s touch...

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The other fantastic day,
I met my dear lovely friend,
A King of the Jungle
We hugged each other
Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing
Her long black nib to write a honk style poem
Gag Gag Harsh Hug...

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The other fantastic day,
I met my dear lovely friend,
A King of the Jungle
We hugged each other
Jasmine, the poet of crows was bushing
Her long black nib to write a honk style poem
Gag Gag Harsh Hug...

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aka Robert Petrie

The Music Man, starring Dick Van Dyke,
on a Vegas stage being so lifelike,
at the end of the show, he came down to greet fans,
smiles, as he signed my napkin after, shakes my hands.

2020 December 18...

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Human was not enough.

We preferred to have
instead of to be.

Yet, since AI failed our expectations
We made A ourselves.

Or A slaves.
The difference is vanishing.
Just as humanity.

The ones we fear are amongst us.
So lifelike in pixels.
So invisible on the streets....

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       Taxidermy

He found my need and fed it.
I'm an empty vessel in a shroud.
A thousand pricks kept me calm.
I died for you to keep you proud.

I'm just another trophy to make
me lifelike with glass blue eyes
convincing color of the skin and I
promise I'll keep safe all the lies....

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Was it too many thoughts?
A short lifelike script that had my for a twist.
Whatever it was, had to be some form of love.
A stranger?
A stranger never seemed so at home.

In an era where old fashion seized to exist,
my lonely palm met with a kiss.
A room full of strangers but we still exist....

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If pure love reciprocates
Me the oblivion and worse

Couldn’t make it and if so
To thee are my words and glances 

What if someone touches upon that ones  
A lightening scorns….hııhh??

Been the reasons of the me-being
But a gun shot is to come to an end

Things bended, people surrendered, 
But the winter is splendid

Someone will born from a varied presence
Not to bear thine treasure

Obstinacy of the flow of the lifelike
Maybe hinder thee somewhere dark...

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Gift
of form
that we feel;
soul aliveness 
in third density
as of innate longing,
separation and union,
within a lucid, lifelike dream,
wherein the one appears as many,
at play here by our self-luminescence.

With veil of maya, concealing the truth,
we enter the dream, as an actor,
playing out the role as chosen,
feeling both sorrow and joy,
becoming love suffused,
enhancing wisdom,
till soul awakes,
here and now,
in the
flesh.

02-October-2021...

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