Short Replica Poems

in the garden lies
the replica of my love,
a yellow rose smiles...

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Lofty mast
Romantic blast
His replica cast
Paper flowers wilt fast
Will childhood memories last
A year and Sunday since he passed...

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Ilene was on her morning walk
When she saw a grandfather clock
But something was wrong!
The clock had no dong!
It was a replica Tik Tok!...

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Poetry,
dream piece
that God gave
and gives ...
Poetry, principle of
everything
God created and
creates...
Paradise replica
to comfort us ...
model love
to share...!...

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Replica

I see you, than I see me
I love you all over again
Daughter you are a “reflection” of the beauty inside of me.
Again, I love you all over
I see me, than I see you

10-20-12...

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Poetry,
dream bouquet
that God gave
and offers...
poetry, principle
of everything that
God created and
create...
replica of paradise
to comfort us...
perfect gift
to share...!...

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There's North and South America 
Australia, Asia, Europe and Africa 
He's as cold as Antarctica in South
All his goodness ends in his mouth
Oh! If only his praises, his replica...

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Light in part of keepers quarters
Then replaced with standing orders
Make wood replica no borders
Refurbished that year by docents
Seen by many sons and daughters
Near rocks washed by cold sea waters...

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In Nebraska, a replica of Stonehenge is revealed
Called Carhenge, it's formed from vintage automobiles
Who thought of this
Some kookie old fish
His strangeness emerged which had long been concealed...

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The Slave Trade, Has it ever stopped?

Whilst liberty taken from one so bold
in silence endured a heart of man sold.
Whence nothing changes in one’s quest for gold
this day a replica of them of old.

© Harry J Horsman 2012...

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Into a crystal pool a tiny pebble cast
to form ripples that expand, bulldoze,
encompass, dissipate and disappear
as fast as they come: inconsequential,
short-lived, here and gone in a blink -      
life’s perfect replica....

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After the deluge:dark,
where the river,
meets the sea-
a city becomes a ghost.

*

The narrator,
went to sleep,
A story moved on.

*

A replica
steps out from the black
water, white
as the moon.


Satish Verma...

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A caravan for a Turkish
not a tommy gun
you took the jam out of my doughnut
periwinkle blue
a desert eagle is not a replica nor a diamond
sweet enough without the sugar
that my son is why we're here
I think it's you who should behave
bollocks
all bets are off...

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CHILD

A child
is an innocent replica
of God's creation of mankind
a splendid rendition of beauty
a near perfect example of love
A child brings great joy
preceded by gales of laughter
Thank you Lord for my child

5 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Vermillion Scythe...

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living in our CRYSTALISED BASIC SPACE
VCR ISLANDS recording lying times
ANGELS CHAINED to FICTION SUNSET
happiness ON HOLD
SAY SOMETHING LOVING
I DARE YOU
OUR SONG
just A VIOLENT NOISE
SWEPT AWAY by your PERFORMANCE
TEST ME as your LIPS UNFOLD
TRY and TEST ME
SWEPT AWAY by the TIDES
of a REPLICA me...

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Roses are red, but we cannot deliberate any further the traits of the bed  
Rue, due to the sea blue, replica of brotha, anew view, as Olivia is misled   
What is being said? The criteria my sugar sweet is comedy, for he is a she       
You might get angry or find this funny, gender, crazy. It was the seventeenth century...

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I see you, in every way, in all the earth -
my being seems to say, I see you.
Not some vane replica of faith
to build restore in ego's game.

I see you - like the wilderness, its plain
were always part of you, and I remain
to see you - not just view.
And then within myself, I know the lieu -

   ....to feel you - through and through!...

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Being here under the stars tonight with you, ....... Sweetheart
reminds me of Van Gogh's famous painting that ..... you
and I admired, at the art gallery in New York and.....  are
planning to buy a replica of, but you, Darling, are ..  my
heart's heaven, my sky, my starry nights, my....  Constellation




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Contest poem
sponsor H Garvey D. Esquire...

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I’m like a doll.
A lifeless body
without a soul.
A porcelain replica,
a hollow face,
an empty heart
and chest filled with fibre.

I’m like a doll.
Haunting eyes,
with a sorrow filled glance.
Countless hair fine cracks upon my cheeks,
each with their own tale to tell.

A broken doll,
that’s what I am.
With no mind,
no feelings that are my own....

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A new
day brings light,
each morning-
the window flowers come
alive

Inspired by a stainglass window picture

Here is a similar examples

http://www.londonstainedglass.co.uk/G1-K%20Wisteria%20&%20ferns%20lge.html
http://www.londonstainedglass.co.uk/G3-A%20Tiffany%20Replica%20.html
http://www.londonstainedglass.co.uk/G1-F%20Wimbledon%20Flower%20Urns%20lge.html...

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In eons past the trip was planned.  Engineers and artists built sturdy, a symbol just in case
Practice-runs of engines, materials and design, were left in place as a marker at their base

A hop, then a skip to a new world from the old, assured their symbol would not be defaced
On arrival in a desert, a replica was built, reflecting a potent symbol that time has not erased...

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the sky turned black 

when I come home
do not look in my eyes
for  I  am no longer there

wandered away some where
some time ago, not sure
what you see is a replica of me

trained to kill, I was broken 
into pieces then put together
but some things are missing

they forgot to return a bit or two
before I returned, now 
when I look in the mirror, 
who is there?...

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A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing. 
Ornament adored corpse, life doesn't bring.

 A donkey bathed with holy water wise it will not be
Decorated abandoned house happy it will not be

Patted food over stomach will not satisfy hunger  
Wax statues, body replica, not the power of thinker 

Fresh water added vodka a potion for drowsing
A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing...

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Sit with me darling
Let’s fancy what the Lord has made
Stars that twinkle on heavens’ floor 
Our wishes and dreams in the starry count
Expanse of the lands that God has coated green
Our heart’s sprout  in replica.

Let’s listen to the streams flowing
Hear the trickle song
And be reminded of love on the move.
Count our happiness and blessings……
As we count the world’s heartbeat
Twelve pulses a day, twelve at night....

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Witch Bee was given one wish. Anything at all.
She pictured a haunted house, everlastingly tall.
A replica of herself, a gruesome, gritty pretty doll.
But would she rather own her own broomstick mall?

What about a wonderful shop with wands, wall to wall?
Would she be given a medal, because of her squall?
A wonderful dog and cat sanctuary might be her call.
Undecided, she asked the wish-maker to come back in the fall....

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