Copy & Paste
Of course it was copy and paste like honey and lemon drop.
A gleam of humor coming from skies to my beloved eden.
Assure that stich coming from a different heaven.
Of course it is not copy nor paste like lime and linden tea.
poem by Tansel Bozkurt
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The Echo Of The Words
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
when you say something
i simply copy and paste
and you think i am not ok
but i am ok, i am ok, i am ok.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nail-Pierced Hands
Cut and Paste My Love:
As I rise from the
Gutter's darkness-blind
But the strong nail-pierced
Hands grip mine and pull -
Then wash me by Blood
Copy-Paste My Mercy:
As I lean forward
To that gutter again -
See the nail-piercings'
Shadows on my hands
As I reach out to you
By that same flood of love
Paste and Save My Heart:
As we walk each day
Together side by side
Closer to Your glory
Step by step toward Home -
Rooms Built by Nail-Pierced Hands
poem by Frederick Kesner
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We play at paste,
We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Cut & Paste
you surf tonight
you see a bungalow beside a lake
abandoned
you do not like what is happening there
the birds are mute
and the ants cannot climb the
star apple tree
so to change at least some things
you cut
the bungalow and place it beside
a rail way where a train moves
to another new destination
you want motion and
a song
you cut some notes from a music website
and put them
inside the throat of the mute bird
and so it begins
to sing
for all the lonely ants in there
and they too, begin to dance and build
their little kingdom
the bungalow appears like a some pieces
of assembled wood
dead
you paste some smoke from a busy chimney
you put some live fishes on the lake
and you look at what you have done
you smile
you are putting life to everything
and finally
you copy a picture of yourself, you cut
and then
paste it there
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Romance Point [5]
ROMANCE POINT [5]
esspeecee …11.06.09.
Why browse
Thro’ eyes
Why not open file?
And save as
‘Save as…’
Cut and paste
You can do
But it’s not
Aye: To love.
Copy and paste
Still not
Aye: To love.
Open the file
Fiddle and fondle me
I can’t be hidden file
If saved as
‘Save as…’
Browsing thro’ heart,
Bring me near
To your
Tremulous heart
I’ll be with you too in
Choreographic synchrony.
.
Make a virus check
To prevent goofing
Love is:
Dewy drops of rapture
Get coalesced effortlessly.
When saved
Send the love
To me by
E-mail with correct ID.
I’ll save
It, as save as…
No, save into
My breast silhouette
Where plays cosmetic
Red, blue, green &c
A designer
Canopy of
My Romance Point.
Copyright reserved by the Author
.
.
poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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All Ghosts...
the town as usual
misses the noise of the
microphone
wanting to see boxing
bouts not just during
the Feasts
but also on ordinary days
the is only second
to gambling
these fighting cocks
that dominate
the itinerary
of the month and all
the poor men gather
and try their luck
to get rich
even for a day
the church is nearby
and its bells are silent
copy paste
the silence of the
cemeteries
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Quite Clever But Not Unique
With no thought to think,
Those who cut and paste...
Assume a creativity is taking place.
With a re-arrangement done,
As if an innovation from them comes.
Quite clever but not unique,
Is their technique.
With hopes what they do...
Is sought by others with depth to teach.
As they cut, paste and leech.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm Goona Copy
I’m surely gonna copy,
Be it poem, DVD or floppy,
And win Nobel Prize and trophy.
I will copy poets all
Whether they are big or small
Ya! No one can make me stop
Till I scale a fame’s highest top.
At the beginning of age
When God made men in his own image
He started this “Plagiarist” trend
Which I am not gonna end.
And what is creativity?
If not an ability to hide
a source of theft
with impunity.
When there is nothing
original under the sun,
Why should I copy not
and deprive myself of fun.
So I’ll copy them word by word
be they Pablo, Shakespeare or Wordsworth.
I’ll copy them from morn to evening
And would excel HITESH and Kipling.
Can you prove, they were not plagiarist,
And had not copy from some poet’s list.
You can inform FBI, KGB or CIA,
But I won’t stop my wanton ways.
And I will copy without shame,
Till I earn big name and fame.
I will copy till people start copying me,
And then and then only I will
give up this vice with glee.: -)
(This poem is a sequel to poem, “hay all you people that like to copy” written by Melissa Schreuder)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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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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The bean paste that smells like bean paste is not the best quality.
All Ghosts (revised) ...
the town as usual
misses the noise of the
microphone
wanting to see boxing
bouts not just during
the Feasts
but also on ordinary days
this is only second
to gambling
those fighting cocks
that dominate
the itinerary
of the month
and all
the poor men gather
and try their luck
to get rich
even for a day
the church is nearby
and its bells are silent
copy paste
the silence of the
cemeteries
despite, this is still
the little town that i write
about
and i ask if i love it
or does it love me too?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Write A Poem For Me....
1.
Got a giant (literally) heart shaped balloon from Jude
2.
& the kids with inscription,
3.
I LOVE YOU TODAY, TOMORROW & FOREVER.
4.
It is now floating in our living room.
5.
I wish
6.
they could just volunteer to do all the chores
7.
&
8.
the driving errands.
9.
10.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
11.
Valentines is FUN with all the roses
12.
&
13.
chocolates (even in the office) .
14.
We are lucky and blessed!
15.
'grateful & appreciative
(I am entertaining the
possibility of myself
being relieved from writing
a poem.
Copy and Paste
and it is originally from
the bottom of the
prose of your
heart.
why not?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Success is dangerous. One begins to copy oneself, and to copy oneself is more dangerous than to copy others. It leads to sterility.
aphorism by Pablo Picasso
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Success is dangerous. One begins to copy oneself, and to copy oneself is more dangerous than to copy others. It leads to sterility.
quote by Pablo Picasso
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Honey and lemon
Honey and lemon, I know how
The taste blends, and honey and
Pancakes, I know the taste
And lemon in ripe papaya
so sour so sweet
And Honey, how about you and me,
Do I blend like lemon to your honey?
or do i blend more as a yellow slice of
lemon
to your margarita?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coming Home
It's a long and lonely highway.
When you're traveling all alone.
I was on my way to nowhere.
But now i'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I've been running through the fire.
I've been running for so long.
If i took it any higher.
Baby i would be still be gone.
But now i'm coming home, coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home.
Well my home was really never.
On a far and distant shore.
If i stayed away forever.
I could never miss you more.
And so i'm coming home,coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I think of all these years gone by.
Never even wondered why.
I never touched the ground.
All the time that's come and gone.
All the nights i've been alone.
And now i'm homeward bound.
I heard the thunder over canaan.
And i've heard the angels cry.
And their voices came revealing
"as you live,so will you die."
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Glimpse...
in my youth i saw flying plates
broken glass lamps, wasted rice grains,
invectives and curses were always
the sounds of the house,
i promise not to copy and paste
those things, sad,
disappointing, unfortunate human
conflagrations of the innocence
of some souls,
now i am free.
i listen to nobody but only the voices within me
they are peaceful, every tapestry embroidered with logic
and reason,
searching for more wisdom
listening more than talking
i am staying and i like it this way now
the shells of the past were burned
the ashes thrown at the feet of Dipolog river.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If Six Was Nine
Witten by: jimi hendrix
If the sun refused to shine
I don't mind, no baby i don't mind
And if the mountains fell in the sea
It ain't me, you know you've got to be free
I got my own world to live through
And i ain't gonna copy you
Now if six turned out to be nine
I don't mind, no baby i don't mind,
If all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, no baby i don't care
Because i, i've got my own world to live through,
And i ain't gonna copy you
White collar conservative walkin' down the street
Pointin' their plastic finger at me,
Hopin' my kind will drop and die
But i'm gonna wave my freak flag high,
So..., play on drummer
I've got my own world to live through,
And i ain't gonna copy you
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You can't copy anybody and end with anything. If you copy, it means you're working without any real feeling.
quote by Billie Holiday
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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