Short Mimicked Poems
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once an old dog named percy
licked a farmer quite slurply
then a homeless cow
with mimicked bowwow
licked them both without mercy.
Thoughtlessness
of an fanciful mind
camouflaged to a layman's eye
a vision with an
uptopian trance
mimicked by
the madcap laughs
Shine on,
Crazy Diamond
The monkey was staring at me
Oh, excuse me, sir was I staring
(I guess I was)
He bared his teeth and laughed
I mimicked him, laughing too
Human see ~ Human do
Can animals understand what we say
Do they respond to some of our wordplay
Is it just instinct
Or a wish for kinship
A pattern mimicked which they display
The not so joyful day
a blessful coming day evening faithful going heretic in joylessness kind lamps mimicked nuansence openly parts ***** rest subtly timely upon value watery xeroxing your zeniths
“…let it snow…let it snow..”
the snow blanketed
the earth’s floor—
burden tree branches
mimicked bent black backs
of slaves—
in the distance
a red tail hawk
echoed:
we stoked the fire
and made love
Money, money, money, the bane of our existence
First, you see it, then you don't, only exists by persistence
Perhaps a figment
Constantly mimicked
Not really real, too quick to be real, I need assistance
Mimetic mimicry mimicked the mime.
More than furlong, the entire belonging day long.
Prophet, the proper property, pope prophecy.
Hardhearted harshness tied a fair harness.
Shepherd herding sheep, harder in a herder way.
Everyone liked Garret.
The girls wanted to be his friend.
The boys wanted to be him.
Garret was like a charming epidemic
Mimicked by his appreciative peers.
Adored by his teachers.
His smile was dazzling.
His reputation widespread.
A sailor who loved costume parties
would shout out a wild, “Aye, me hearties!”
This old buccaneer,
role playing with cheer,
got mimicked by all the young smarties.
April 14, 2019
entered in Tania Kitchin's Pirate Themed Poetry Contest Placed third
I miss it
the warm, soft, moist dough,
making frosting clothes, and red hot buttons.
Mimicked "catch me if you can"
biting off the legs first, now it can't run.
Always saving the head for last to
see it's doom come towards it.
And lastly after it comes milk!
Form:
Ghastly halls that lead to Euphoria
Shattered glasses with reflections that mimicked her death
Being hanged but not dead
Sorrowful laughter and slit wrists
Decayed internally but still breathing
Candy coated poison to seize her thoughts
And death, to ease her pain.
She held illuminations in her eyes.
Mimicked the earth with her skin.
No wonder flowers grew from within.
Adrift in her aura.
Marooned.
Interstellar swoon.
Rendered lunar love language.
Though words could never define.
What was already written in time.
mimicking Lu often copies me
terribly annoying, can't she see?
If I chopped my hair, she would chop hers too
No original thought or idea for Little Lu
It gripes me that she is this way
We used to play, now I stay away
If I broke my arm, she'd be wearing a cast.
Here she comes, so I am running fast.
The whole nation
is doing a new dance craze,
you just have to stand up,
wiggle and scratch,
and do a whole lot of shaking…
thanks to a teen named Patti,
who was listening to music
at a picnic,
accidentally sitting in
a fire ant hill,
and got them in her britches,
the whole gang saw her,
stood up, and quickly mimicked!
Mimicked mosaics, seem stitched at the seams
Plaids of crimson, gold, and tangerine dreams
No mystical myth, of tapestries tall
We're graced by their boughs, the legends of Fall
Poets enamored, with pens on the prod
Kneel to this splendored, coniferous god
Till marmalade skies, withered by weather
Watch leaves tumble dry, light as a feather
He stands at the edge
Peering through the fence
The silence of solitude roars in his mind
Deep lines on his brow cruelly mimicked in steel
Black shadows lie on the parched sun soaked dust even as they lie across his soul
What evils must a man commit to protect his own
Somewhere the war rages on without him
Contest : Shadows and Lines
9th Place
How cunning and sly,
This ingenious guy,
Deceitful and shrewd,
The way he wooed,
Appeared to be prey,
Mimicked the day,
With waves of vibration he was able to stay,
Hunting your own kind,
Would be labeled a crime,
But not in the realm of corrupted times,
Instinctive behavior to ruin the race,
This time he stepped into the wrong webs place.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contentment
Being content is a state of mind
Thanking God above for being so kind
Knowing that we’ve been given all things to richly enjoy
Our gratitude should be mimicked by every girl and boy
We’re thankful for our blessings
When we go down on bended knees
When we willingly give to others
That’s when we know that we’ve truly received
Adrienne LaCont’
Form:
Girl we went fragmentation because
Our thoughts couldn't garner more than
Bits as pieces; but, it never was, a fantasy ?
No Hollywood scripts nor Broadway plays these days....
Albeit Jekyll and Hyde could have mimicked my life: born upon
This wrong side of time ? Reaching into it's hat, with these empty hands
Eight years old again; racing down her ramp ? Are you alright ? Blood, dripping from my lips.
Form:
Along the old and winding path
Unwatched, unheard, unseen
A bird flew swiftly by
A robin red and soft
It sang a mournful song
That trilled and trailed
A tangled melody
The sun shone darkly
Through storm clad boughs
As spring spun gales rushed by
A heighted sensation
Soon mimicked in the small birds aria
Fell quickly cross the path,
That old and winding path
Where trees huddle closely
And whispers become lost
And life continues quietly
Unwatched, unheard, untouched
Harp and flute
Fingers bled of love by the strings of the harp,
Eyes filled with tears, mingled in the drops of blood,
As the flute elated sucked and kissed the slaughtered,
Love and hate, tears and blood, such are the broken hearts.
A song of love and sadness poignantly dejected,
The harp so majestically and queenly on it mimicked,
The flute so princely and so kingly on it emoted,
So eternally, beautifully and so perpetually, such achingly is how it hurts.
What the Mona Lisa sees
The artist laid before her
His breath lingers in the air
Staring back and trying to pay honour to her beauty
Paint merges with turpintine to perfume the room
There in his eyes she see it the reflection
that started his fire
Where her perfect lines are mimicked but never are equalled
Then trapped within its confines
Watching art and artist die
Dust becomes her makeup
And tears become her praise
The enigmatic beauty with the enigmatic gaze
Snow white crystallic beauty sparkling
the light shines like a diamond pricless
For you are not to be mimicked
Unique beauty this I admire truly
Lightly prancing you leave my soul dancing
Shining spinning in this winters light
Fall on me snow ever softly and light
Winter morning I delight
Capture your beauty for this moment daunting
ever so haunting your memory captured
Whirling in wintry rapture
Romancing my soul soft crystallic snow...
Patience with a Purpose
swans stood motionless
imitating spray painted flamingos
geese in the distance
mimicked a talk show panel
turtles sunbathed “sans sun block”
carp slithered in shallow mud
pickerel, unable to hide their toothy grins,
slyly awaited passersby
old bull frogs “harrumphed”
exchanging their glory days
a stick figure Heron posed
patience… with a purpose
...……..a kayak respectfully floating past
John G. Lawless
©6/4/2021