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Those darn Greeks were right-
Enjoy everything but enjoy
in moderation.

For Burns' birthday Duncan
Of Edinborough read.
Why have the imitation
when you can have the masterpiece?

The Past-morals and ideals
murky and opinioned
at worst, but for architecture
undeniably interesting.

Fluent in English, having impulses
and not knowing what else to do
Jon dubbed himself a poet-

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poem by Morgan Michaels
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Exile

By the sad waters of separation
Where we have wandered by divers ways,
I have but the shadow and imitation
Of the old memorial days.

In music I have no consolation,
No roses are pale enough for me;
The sound of the waters of separation
Surpasseth roses and melody.

By the sad waters of separation
Dimly I hear from an hidden place
The sigh of mine ancient adoration:
Hardly can I remember your face.

If you be dead, no proclamation
Sprang to me over the waste, gray sea:
Living, the waters of separation
Sever for ever your soul from me.

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poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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O.. Naughty Child! [ Part-5 ]

[ Part-5 ]

An expert Mimic!

Keeping dolls around
Sans water
Dutifuly bathe them
In perfect imitation
Of your mother-
Leaving nothing to chance
Doing every and all chores!

To keep your subjects
In good cheer
Play melodies
Like Lord Child KRISHNAA !

With the grace of God
Like a Master Poet
Blossom forth verses -

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poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Idealistically Romantacized

The greatness of those who verbally express...
Whether with pen or deed intended.
Once did capture those moments,
In a time now gone and lived.
Yet endlessly prolonged in depictions never to finish,
For those stuck in memories of outdated prose.
As others make attempts to emulate,
Those treasured moments long gone.
Although...
Some cling onto language butchered,
In the hopes to refine those times overrated.
And glorified to uncover a sense of depth in imitation.
Leaving today's ills to be sweetened tomorrow.
To find they too have become idealistically romantacized.
Deep in the giving of much remembered attention.
And serviced with orchestration,
That invites probable applause.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rose Upon Rose

Let me put back
the rhythm to the song
of broken limbs.
To arrest the speed of sun-set,
for a meaningful dialogue
with the verse of moon.
The poison of floodlit city
grazes my house.
The innocence of the dark suffers.

The white stillness
of empty hands lifts a failure
my heart lives with a death
Intimately. Where the birds have gone?
I chase the wings.
The otherness of love,
the vulnerability of darkness
stays with me.
The thirst of ocean is very large.

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poem by Satish Verma
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Written in a Flower Book, of my own Colouring, designed for Lady Plymouth

Debitae nymphis opifex coronae.-Hor.

Imitation.

Constructor of the tributary wreath
For rural maids.

Bring, Flora, bring thy treasures here,
The pride of all the blooming year;
And let me thence a garland frame,
To crown this fair, this peerless dame!
But, ah! since envious Winter lowers,
And Hewell meads resign their flowers,
Let Art and Friendship's joint essay
Diffuse their flowerets in her way.
Not Nature can, herself, prepare
A worthy wreath for Lesbia's hair,
Whose temper, like her forehead, smooth,
Whose thoughts and accents form'd to soothe,

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poem by William Shenstone
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Chanson. - And Imitation

Que fais tu bergere dans ce beau verger
Tu ne songe gueres a me soulager?
Tu connois ma flamme, tu vois ma langueur,
Prens belle inhumaine pitie de mon coeur.

Dequoy te plains tu malheureux berger?
Que n'ay je point fait pour te soulager!
J'ay quitte la plaine, mon troupeau, mon chien,
Prend on tat de peine quand on n'aime rien.

Imitation

Why thus from the plain does my sheperdess rove,
Forsaking her swain and neglecting his love?
You have heard all my grief, you see how I die,
Oh! give some relief to the swain whom you fly.

How can you complain, or what am I to say,

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poem by Matthew Prior
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Juvenalia II

Some, like tranlations by Katherine Anne Porter,
ballades of ladies of times long by-gone-
'ou est Flora, la belle Romaine,
'dites moi'? N'en quell pays'?
in antediluvian type, dated, set in order;

some like Holderlin, the incomparable,
against whose head the hills rolled and burst like breakers,
and many another maker:
eager fakers, all, and showing the wages
of imitation mostly yellow pages.

Out wiggle-slips
a flattened rose. I sigh, press it to my lips
sliding closed the drawer on all that long-ago
but not before a moth ball, ghostly pale, bounces,
echoing in timely fashion, down the stair

insisting there was a time (hello)
pre-film, pre-TV, pre-PC

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poem by Morgan Michaels
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A Promise

She watched the flames as they flickered up the coals,
and felt the warmth emanate from them.

Not a real fire, of course,
but one that was commanded by electricity,
effective none the less.

Leaning back in the chair, she thought,
funny how we can be taken in by something ‘fake’
that looks so genuine.

Like his stories, all bogus, burning the heart, slowly.

When they first met, all was dreamy.

He was handsome, charming, debonair,
compatibility seemed to exist between them.
The perfect gent that she had hoped to find.

Then she found out it was all a sham,

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poem by Ernestine Northover
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Give her one this Christmas

How could I not know
‘what she wants for Christmas’ –
when hundreds of emails
spam it to me every Advent day,
and right through unsilent night
in several languages…

a manliness increased in every measure;
a bulk purchase of blue pills for
the bedside drawer; and – since it can be
gift-wrapped more easily than me myself –
an imitation designer watch: to register
how late for work we’re going to be
day after day; night after night;

and perhaps, for those still single friends,
(as these gifts might look inappropriate…)
a Russian bride? (see airbrushed photo attached..)

And what makes you think

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poem by Michael Shepherd
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