Copycats
Do as you do,
not as I've done
said the father
to his son.
Something new
that belongs to you,
never a copycat.
Do as you do.
Copycats try
and try and try
to be who they're not
and that is why
they don't seem real
for they did steal
another's deed
to fill their need.
The chilhood taunt
'copycat, copycat'
belongs to children
so leave it at that.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Copycat
They had an accident
And they never noticed anyway
A lack of originality
Couldnt focus on the day
So much for the radio
Everybody sounds the same
Everybody wears the same clothes now
And everybody plays the game
Copycat, copycat, copycat
Copy copy copy copy yourself
Copycat, copycat, copycat
Copy copy copy everyone else
Ive got a great idea
I will change things on my own
I see my vision very clear,
Wouldnt wanna be another clone
So much for the radio, the radio is sad
Sad, sad, sad
They had an accident
But they never noticed anyway
A lack of originality
Couldnt focus on the day
So much for the radio
Everybody sounds the same
Everybody wears the same clothes now,
And everybody plays the game
Copy everyone else x4
song performed by by Cranberries
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Being Original
BEING ORIGINAL
Of course no one wants to be a fake
A copycat
Not that one has no mind of his own
A perspective
Or a way of seeing things the way one sees
Oneself
Or the other or the world out there
The eyes have long seen
The ears have long heard
Something different something delicate
When so young and so innocent
He kept telling them about the sound
And image of what he is
They laughed
It is something peculiar
Not the way they were brought up
All of them
He is original. They laughed. They branded
Him a name he never liked.
He likes himself. But he cannot fit in.
There is so much pain.
He becomes an attractive copycat.
Nice name. Nice belonging.
Perfect camaraderie. Nothing seemingly wrong.
The pain gets deeper. Like a hole inside his head
A hollowness in his heart.
It is dark. It is late now.
They love him. But he wants to die.
They are wrong. It is not the dark that blinds.
It is too much light. Too many.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Copy Copycat...
do not ever think that
putting your head in the oven
does magic
to the blandness of your poetry.
copycat.
move on,
our business is originality.
try other devices.
authenticity is the key.
be good.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The copycat effects of media violence, similar to those previously attributed to westerns, radio serials and comic books, are easy to exaggerate.
quote by Hugh Mackay
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dear Poet Haiku
if me see another copycat haiku
me surely go cuckoo
haiku by Raj Arumugam
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Art Denied Crucifies Poetic Souls
art denied crucifies poetic souls
song of self is wine sung
trodden in life deep caverns
art is not mainstream commercials
remix copycat dance routines
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Because The Night
[ springsteen/smith ]
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I doubt, baby, when Im alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Who Can See It
Ive been held up,
Ive been run down
I can see quite clearly now
Through those past years,
When I played towing the line.
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now,
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
Ive lived in fear,
Ive been out there,
Ive been round and
Seen my share
Of this sad world
And all the hate,
That its stirred
I only ask,
That what I know,
Should not be denied me now
As its been learned,
And I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it.
My love belongs to who . . .
song performed by by George Harrison
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Inside Your Great Self....
all she had to do was
write about a leaf, or a bird perching
one rainy upon a grain
of wheat,
voila! she is great
just like the way Picasso uses only two lines
to draw a breast of a feeding woman
how foolish can you be
searching for the golden ant with silver wings
trying to please them
with it
all toil, suffering yourself like
a Sisyphus,
you are still nothing
trying hard, copycat
forget about it, junk them
discover the great self within you
believe, Shakespeare is
a slave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The question of originality
is who kills what
curiosity kills the cat, quite true
but the copycat kills curiosity, too
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Little Comment About Greatness
all she did was
write about a leaf, or a bird perching
one rainy day upon a grain
of wheat,
voila! she is great
just like the way Picasso uses only two lines
to draw a breast of a feeding woman
how foolish can you be!
searching for the golden ant with silver wings
trying to please them
with it
all toil,
suffering yourself like
a Sisyphus,
you are still nothing but a
trying hard, copycat
forget about it,
junk them
discover the great self within you
believe me, Shakespeare was
a slave of his audience
and the king....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Negating Another Famous Poet's Poem
i did not see an owl, i was not at all
careful about what the color of the path was,
i know it was dusk, but i forgot the color
if it was purple or gray,
i did not notice if the owl stirred, whether a fine dust
fell from its wings,
i was whistling, and there were
drunkards singing, and the morning came
i did not feel if the owl quavered, or what,
i am not as sensitive and as eloquent as you,
the light fell, and the path
was dirty.That all that i saw.
This is your copy from a
daring copycat.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Originally Yours
challenged to be
original
i quit. i am not
original i am a xerox
copy of
another mind
i am a duplicate
of another carbon
copy
i am an imprint
of another zealousness
i use other people's words
i listen to
every syllable
and they all stay
inside my heart
like decanted
mass from acetic acid
from coconut
wine.
i am not original
i look at myself
in the mirror
i am not original
but i put on a smile
i am too
one kind of
a handsome
copycat.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bacause The Night
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I a doubt, baby, when I'm alone
Love is a ring a telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep,
with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, oh I cannot live,
forgive the yearning burning
I believe it's time to heal to feel,
so take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Is It?
Is it perserverance
That makes us strive and achieve success?
Is it guilt
That makes us try again when we give up?
Is it practicality
That makes us learn from our mistakes?
Or is it pigheadedness
When we can't reach success
Or whining
When we feel like giving up
Or carelessness
When we make mistakes we shouldn't have?
~
Is it mercy
That makes a person end the life of a pained and ailing family member?
poem by Poor Lil Copycat
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Who knows? Maybe my life belongs to God. Maybe it belongs to me. But I do know one thing: I'm damned if it belongs to the government.
quote by Arthur Hoppe
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We Sit On One Of The Chairs Inside This Lonely Train
we sit inside this lonely train
on a trip
that we have chosen
i look at you
writing on your laptop
but you do not mind
when our eyes meet
i evaded you by looking
over the window
the trees that pass us
and the mountains
like game cards shuffled
before us
in such a fast speed
as i see it
you look
like this poet wanting
to be alone by himself
i am a poet too
in my own right
in my own far place
away from you
i want to ask you some
existential questions
but you are so busy
and so engrossed
in deep moving thoughts
sensing our irreconcilable
differences you close
everything and transfer
to another room
wanting to be alone
with no one to talk to
except yourself
and here i am
talking to myself
like a cheap copycat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Differences
we sit inside this lonely train
on a trip
that we have chosen
i look at you
writing on your laptop
but you do not mind
when our eyes meet
i evaded you by looking
over the window
the trees that pass us
and the mountains
like a game cards shuffled
before us
in such a fast speed
as i see it you look
like this poet wanting
to be alone by himself
i am a poet too
in my own right
in my own far place
away from you
i want to ask you some
existential questions
but you are so busy
and so engrossed
in deep moving thoughts
sensing our irreconcilable
differences you close
everything and transfer
to another room
wanting to be alone
with no one to talk to
except yourself
and here i am
talking to myself
this bored copycat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart Belongs To Telstra
My heart belongs to Telstra
That’s where my heart belongs
My heart belongs to Telstra
So let’s sing the Telstra song.
There is Telstra and there’s BigPond
For the ‘phone and internet
Their services are priceless
So it’s higher bills you’ll get.
And their customer service
Is so efficient, really great
Whenever there’s an issue
Then it’s just your problem, mate.
They say we need fast broadband
To catch up with all the rest
When only a few months ago
They said BigPond was the best.
They do lots of advertising
With a warm and friendly feel
Saying please come back to Telstra
And if you do you’ll get a deal.
Their deals are quite amazing
There must be one that’s right for you
To play your part Telstra’s future
By increasing revenue.
My heart belongs to Telstra
That’s where my heart belongs
My heart belongs to Telstra
So let’s sing the Telstra song.
poem by David Keig
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Revised
Wake up, put a frown on my face
'Cause I'm gonna take the trip down to that evil 'school' place
We're gonna work and never be done
'Cause kids just cannot have fun!
[Cannot have fun
Cannot have fun
Cannot have fun
Cannot have fun]
Make your day a work-filled one
'Cause kids just cannot have fun!
***Note: Some Canadians/Torontonians might know of the famous amusement park, Ontario Place, in Toronto, and have seen the television advertisement for it in the summers. This poem/song is based on the jingle in that advertisement, with 'revised' lyrics for typical workaholic students (including yours truly here) .***
poem by Poor Lil Copycat
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