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Vinolin D  Aug 2021
Plagerism
Vinolin D Aug 2021
He left her for someone
Just for the luxurious life
But someone left him
For the better luxurious life.
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jeffrey robin  Mar 2013
Plagerism
jeffrey robin Mar 2013
I see
Look!
.
It is you I want

A POEM  you are
My Heart is your page
--
My page is this poem

See
Look!

Aging child
Yes you are here
:::

A word
A sentence
A century
Jeremiah Winters Feb 2018
Wow what a ride I'm on
Man how much time has gone
How could the tide so rapidly subside
Just after doin yet one more line
Wow is her body so fine
And the way we take flight
My o my, the girl gets me so high
The way it feels so right
The way we fit so tight
Its like the beginning of the end of time
Or that other life when I was a double spy
Like the way I felt as a little child
Life wide open so fresh and mysterious
Seems to me there's nothing to fear in bliss
She rolls a tear as we let go from the last kiss
The earth and its magnetism are on a major shift
As soon as the winters done, I'll b on a major kick
If I don't read anyone else's lyrics, I can avoid subconscious plagerism
If I start to regularly meditate, I'll be b free from cages within
**** I'll never give up participating in sum of my favorite sins
The heart has many ways to sew its many mends
Maybe its that I'm still just looking to win
Maybe I'll finally begin tapping fr within
So many things I wanna begin
Never thought I'd meet so many friends
I drop to my knees and pray I stay in the right way
I stayed in the light today
The fine art of playing
Just to play
Like the kid I was
Just yesterday
Jeffrey Robin May 2016
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POETRY ....... (!)

She invites us to reveal our true selves

Our purest feelings

Our deepest adventures into

The farthest realms of mystery

And discovery

....

As we free our imaginations from the

Slave languages of an

Enslaved world

And to cultivate our own words and images

From within ourselves



////

So

What do we do ?

//

We portray our lives

As some repetitive trip

Between the bedroom and the bath room


Waving our naked bodies

In front of each other

And babbling the

Copy Cat

COOKIE CUTTER

Mundane platitudes

And ME TOO sound bytes

Over and over again !

( really

It's ALL plagerism ! )

About some crap possessive love

In which you ALL can hide

In some pretense that you are real  !


And YE call yer selves poets  !


MY GOD !

THE GALL !

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