Short Replicate Poems
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Fraudulent scholars
Practicing love verbatim
Read from their grimoires
Hence they'll never replicate
Magic coming from the heart
Trifles of
frivolity
& intrigue-
ensemble of
the esoteric,
gravitate
with audacity,
replicate
the mundane
in complex
transpositions
Why make everything complex
Complicate, replicate, concave, or convex?
I am a strong proponent of simplifying
If there’s a problem, it’s for rectifying!
written November 29, 2021
bird-speak is inexplicably complicated
I try to imitate it, but unsuccessfully
it is impossible without a beak
a mouth cannot replicate these sounds
I dare not try to decipher their meaning
without benefit of mimicry
A thousand words could decorate
Each mile that separates us,
And a thousand more could never
Replicate the world you make for me.
I’ll always offer more than words,
So you will always be aware
That I love the very bones of you;
I love their white ferocious snow.
A frozen cavalcade
Silent gardens wait
Sure relief, a softer gait
Rushing forward into life
All forms replicate delight
For longer day and shorter night
While shadows draw a longer form
The plight of all – survival wanes
As winter stops the band again
I sit soaked with my lover within my arms
Chest to back our bliss is conjoined
Sharing my definition with her curves
Words do not replicate the outer body experience
Time has frozen stiff, while we move freely
I am hers and she is mine in this time
One moment that we will never get back
Many flakes
It takes to make
A snowman
Little sisters
Little brothers
Make no mistake
Flakes melt and cake
And some are flakier
Than others
The silent fake
For it’s own sake
May replicate
One then another
And float to ground
Without a sound
To lie unfound
A faithless
Lover
by Gail
Disguise in smile hold fogy space
Surge wonders harvest in cell
Replicate its surrogate surreal
Munster washed roam its place
Nevertheless in realm hidden to unknown
Well known replicates countless
Unknown misplace a seldom symbol
All bets runs in open window
14:Passages plot themselves on maps
To get you somewhere.
Pour your soul into a hollow vessel
For the archaeologist to find.
To replicate each moment’s sound
Will never bring satisfaction
perhaps exaggerate boredom
Definitely annoy reactions
Because the vessel's form is unnecessary
There is no catch-all for past rains.
Ominous echoes
hush the song of eternity.
Sky is an ember:
Black and red and untouchable.
Night extends
Till day seems impossible.
Echoes stab the night
Till it crumbles over our heads.
The air bleeds.
The eyes fall shut
Seeking an escape,
Yet the violent glares blind.
Merciless glares replicate;
The night is darker than ever.
When I hold a door open for a woman;
Doesn't mean I love her;
It's just a polite/righteous thing to do;
If I let you go in front of me in line;
doesn't replicate anything thing out of time;
No rhythm no rhyme;
Just a polite/righteous thing to do;
Won't you try it be a blessing, be true!
There's no rhyme nor reason to be polite in any season
A melody heard in an ethereal way
paraded through her composer’s mind
She listened in awe, aware of its beauty
Who would believe it? Could she replicate it?
Determined to try, she picked up her pen.
Who sent it? Her angels?
Power animals? Spirit guides?
The tune was heavenly.
Surely it had been developed there first.
She felt guilty taking the credit.
Suffer not unto me;
Those joyous sins;
That replicate things;
After my very being;
~
I stand posed;
Poison to my loins;
Gratified, marginalized;
~
Purple snake, not royalty;
Nuances, novelty;
Cloaked and harassed;
Back to basic:
Those joyous sins;
After my very being;
Suffer unto me again still;
3/13/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2026
No soaring airplane built today
Can carry me as far away
As does my wife’s inviting glance
When time arrives for more romance,
And when I walk and hold her hand
No orchestra or marching band
Can replicate the cheerful song
That burbles up and tags along—
How blessed I am with boundless love,
Eternal gift from God above;
This woman many years my wife
Is friend and lover through my life.
Salt water taffy orchestrated,
pouring grain and sweating.
Spinning my silhouette,
as the dog failed his frisbees.
It doesn' let the sun’s rays wash over me,
replicate large wooden planks,
for heart boardwalking day by day.
Sandbars can sometimes be paramour,
idyllic feeding high memories.
So blue as seashells with a spiral pattern.
Averse to an occasional dalliance,
enthralling you, God.
I will find you beyond the stars,
For we are destined to be together since the start
Since the sky and water became separated into different shades of blue,
The water will forever reflect the sky, as you are water, and I am sky.
I vow to you that I will find you in every lifetime, no matter how far
For I have an imprint on you, my ethereal love, that no one else shall ever attempt to replicate
I wrote six poems in my car on my way to school
Put my phone on record, which is my general rule
It only picked up about half of what I said
I am irritated now, for these were the best in my head
Surely you can replicate them said a non-writer
He’s lucky that I have no weapons and am not a fighter.
His attitude irritated me all the way to Albany and back.
I lamented to my animals, Big Bone and Little Merry Mack.
Heart blushes
Full of threat
As the blood swims on the inner
Carries danger on its hosts
Infections amidst
Cells stopped dancing
As the virus replicate
Immunity shut down
Nerves get crazier
The brain sings a lonely tune
As the body waved goodbye
Never imagined that one pleasure
Will bring an unwanted harm
The system has surrendered
Death applauded for its wait
The physique is now gray
Eyes closed as the viral paved way
Oceans sustain
Sometimes in vein
Procreate life to remain
Oceans breed
Bleed indeed
Proliferate that decreed
Oceans mediate
The lowly reprobate
In tides which duplicate
Oceans fluctuate
Repeatedly replicate
What God doth advocate
Oceans hide
Places provide
Crucibles which collide
Oceans strive
Remain alive
Contrive, derive and survive
Oceans are
Therefore by far
Marvels a bizarre repertoire
Hunchbacked in a room, typing electric spells of doom,
breathing out fire, an alchemy of pain, suffering and desire.
Filtered beauty but oh, beneath, lies green skin and poisonous teeth,
with claws replaced by keyboard, where online posts replicate sword.
Eyes glassy, red with ire and fatigue; hate is sport, pole position in the league:
a troll swallowing prey in gigabytes whole; their innocence lost, our youth stole.
last night as I got high
you were invited.
we could have been
high---
perpendicular to solstice
parallel to columns
that replicate the
universe.
we could have been --within--
transparent amidst hungry, shallow
thoughts
that bring night
full circle ---within--
it's calculated
soft
silence.
last night I got high within the syllables that form your name---
drawing close to the distance---
to your energy.....high.
Mamba, you were, are, and will be a legend,
You have introduced many to the game,
we learn your extent of perseverance and, determination,
without disruption,
not easy to replicate,
yet, we try to emulate.
Remember, the story doesn't end here,
your motivation and legacy will not go in vain,
to make life good,
we must look,
into your experiences and broaden our outlook.
Mamba, you were, are, and will be a legend!!
a fallen log lies in the yard.
Can imagination rescue and recycle it?
Beauty of flowers could enhance and warm it
stump of an oak
ingenuity could possibly salvage it
healthy green plant can enlighten and enliven it
all it takes is an idea person
with touch of a master gardener
My neighbor shows proof of this
All over her yard
I see and am intrigued and delighted
Wondering if I could ever replicate her
enthusiasm and imagination?
Knowing you
Makes me see what
Earth borrowed from you
And hides
Body of my woman
Hills and valleys
Replicate your lustre
And I lost myself
In your tranquility
Probing eyes
Proclaiming lustful ownership
Smearing you
With filthy parables
Sharp tongues
Dissecting your flight
To peel your tattoos
In despair
I murder a scarecrow
Who swallowed the key
To sorcery of hypocrites
And I am left
With nothing
But spells of sadness