Short Simulate Poems

To simulate real life
I do not recognize myself more.
Am I or the Avatar?...

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ducks in formation
vulcan bombers simulate…
nature educates

© Harry J Horsman 2020...

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Think They Are Great

There are those who think they are great,
And simulate  could have to contemplate;
Much doubt exists,
And does  persist,
Or maybe never or forever  we will wait.

James Horn...

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Sun beams accurately placed,
loiter behind cliffs. Shadows
form female face, in lakes fringe.

Legends tell of mature curse
deceitful waters, ensnare.

Unbalanced minds,
death plunging
simulate barnacle geese ~
to inherit her beauty...

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And the story goes on and on....

I try to mend myself
Inside and outside.
I need to reach somewhere
And I need to start walking
For that destination.

Darkest dreams also have a fake narration
In me, in you.
You will simulate that thousand times
And I will purposefully fail the test
Exactly thousand times.
Nothing more. Nothing less....

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Ah! The delicious delightful delectable smell of a wet dog.
Nothing like it.


If you do not have a dog, you can simulate this smell 
By dunking a down pillow into a swimming pool for a few days.


Let it dry almost totally, but not completely and 
Then try sleeping with it.


Wet dog smell.
Nothing like it.

I ought to know.
She is sitting on my lap as I type....

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Once there was this girl who...? 


She said her name was MaySea. 


She's a little out there 
so 
I guess she's a little spacey


Then
We put our helmets on...
we start to float 

And


We couldn't find anything better to do than simulate a goat. 


11-02-2015
(That is MaySea Mae's birthdate; this is a song I have been singing to her ever since she was a newborn.)...

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Nowadays I wake up hoping for the unpredictable - the novel.
When I open my eyes the angel of death isn’t out to get me.
Then - I remember - we’re at war and practicing subterfuge -
that measured trade-off between safety and despair.
So I move to my patterned routines - I dust my unused lips.
I check the level of my virtuous thoughts - hhmm.. getting low.
And I prepare the clever inventions that allow us to simulate life....

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The Holy Bible is a Journal.   
On the desk, and it's definitely 
not made of Mahogany, 
it's lightly-stained Oak.

The blanket is Navaho.   It's All Sacred.   
Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini

 - will make more,  but the Object can't be Programmed.

It's one of the gadflies or juggernauts , 
some say Gordian Knots, 
of Simulation "Theory."

It's REALLY HARD (some say - ahem - difficult) to simulate a Grandpa....

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When feelings overflow in vengeance, radiates in all it's glory,  P assions.
On canvas of varied sizes, images in diverse shades, painted in O pulence.
Your mind and heart the palette, where colours mixed of hues  E xquisite.
Strokes of brush simulate feelings, within your visual cortex, urges  T itillated.
Expressions of every kind explode, in the facade of your soul,  R apturously.
You are left mesmerised asking for more & more, for your parched  Y earnings....

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