Long Formatting Poems

Imitation! Creative Compliment, Lacking in Originality, or Plagiarism? 

This week takes me back to college days. I was taking a graduate course (as a Physics major)   in 'Modern Poets' at the University of...

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Homo sapiens in earth to Homo Martians in mars
Helios’ children craved
But only Gaia had life in her fate engraved
With waters lashing oceans and tides
And lushy green lands to live by the sides
Her children were the...

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Spilling some ink as quick as ya eye's blink,
These freestyle writings are the missing link,                    ...

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watching the leaves 
touching damp earth
I walk on, (pondering)—
how graceful they fall
     so unlike me

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Who is Edgar Rice Cakes? What does HE have to do with John Burroughs. Jesus Crisis. a 
google search What is this? A novella nuevo bye charlaxandroidoneseven. CA17. Short for 
Para Cayce. I have read...

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Who is Edgar Rice Cakes? What does HE have to do with John Burroughs. Jesus Crisis. a 
google search What is this? A novella nuevo bye charlaxandroidoneseven. CA17. Short for 
Para Cayce. I have read...

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Unsure if Its a poem or a song, I meant it to be a poem but its kinda song formatting...so I 
dont know lol... 

We're both heart broken,
Our hearts hanging together by a few loose...

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Flamboyant swashes; flaming crimson,
could be my face, as the flyswatter-hand
could impress such lettering upon my cheek.
so I
severed the crescent-angel of my imagination,
dashed my dreamy cursive, expunged the end;
held my breath as I curtailed the honey-alphabet.
Nun...

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MY SOMEDAY PC

Someday when I’ll lose all my fading imagination
I’ll ask my PC to bring from the clipboard a poem for me.
It’ll inscribe a sonnet on the splendor of the rising sun
in programmed words formatting...

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Writing poetry is my passion
It always has been
Right from my school days
Back then, it was just a hobby
Pursued after school time and study time
Back then, I never dreamt of anything bigger
I was content with writing...

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As    the    dust    settled
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I have
Been
Relegated
Condemned
To follow
The straight
And narrow
Path
Of Poetic
Minimalism
I shall not 
Stray
From behaving
In this way
Its the straight
And narrow
All the way
From now on
For me


Straight Arrow

No more
Than a few
Words I can
Say
Its the new
Style
Of Poetry 
DONT stray
I shall abide
Keep things
Straight
Narrow
Like
The Indians
Arrow
I...

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Breath of Fresh Air

She is a breath of fresh air
The kind you don’t meet every day
Her long and graceful fingers are filled with (bling)
From the men who loved her before.
She is the kind that makes...

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Excuse, may I perhaps suggest that you adjust your settings
Access my local area network by rebooting your memory
Restore it to our history, the mail, the messages we shared
The cache of stored work temporarily filed away...

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For months I’ve partitioned – sectored my strife
Trying to determine – wrong from the right
Clinging to bits – healing the bytes
Moving and changing – formatting new life

My career crashed – with it my dreams
Memory erased...

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Dear Friends: Today is a special
day for me. My poem, Ballad of
Mistress Moon was chosen as 
Poem of the Day. It came at a
right time because I've been 
feeling rather depressed about 
my writing skills...

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Fragile and vulnerable
  that moment when time began in God's mind
        memorialized and marked by human kind.
Precious and wonderful
  that first shared loving heart breath of...

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Twenty teens relic of Poetry Soup
Self richeously titled 'Destroyer'
Pours gallons of gobblety goop
Franchised vagueness purveyor

Esteemed evaporates as steam
Puffed vapours stutter once were 
Sophistication of learning machines 
On command deliver similar blur 

Structure secures tenures
Moulded by...

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A Puzzle of Words

Formatting a poem makes writing such fun!
Each one is a game that winds, as it wills.
A puzzle of words, each relished with thought.
And after the fun, it’s ready to share.
It matters not...

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Flies’ flew

Adamant fly flew giving me ticklish in nose tip
Hands were busy to drive them far hitting kick
Not only one or two time continuously turning back
As leaders of my town sit back for convention as...

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Linear highways with oblique life constructs sometimes permeable or literal pathways impartial tell takes of present pasts  and future presents unknown unfolding counter pleasureyours mysterious unknowings and prisonmatic poignant priors yielding gravid pessimistic postures...

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Twenty-three metres. An elephant leap. Vast leg spasms and sporadic duties to a tiled polished floor. Fire formatting finishing frames. And a pyrolysis of a purple strand of hair in a sinkhole waging war with...

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VICKI ACQUAH·MONDAY, MAY 15, 2017

Blue skies are for lovers;
Not for mourners, and mothers.
I am searching the clouds.
Any sign would relieve my mind.
Needing the clouds, as weeds need the rain.
Slow pace, searching for a face;
Rain drizzle...

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restless contemplation
girl sits on a swing
her gaze fixed
comely, resolute
formatting future

she pumps the air
full swing propulsion 
leans back, legs outstretched 
long hair snakes the ground
body pushing harder, higher
wanting feet to bleed the clouds
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My love

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