Automatic Poems - Poems about Automatic

There is snow on her coat, her ****, and her eyelashes She has run up the hill in spurts and weird little dashes Her breathing is labored, she remembers now she is an asthmatic Her inhaler is where? Too bad carrying it with her is not automatic...

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A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in and that masterpiece will spit out; That’s all you really need to begin; It’s the most unforgivable sin, automatic art shouldn’t equal clout; A.I Chat GPT just type a topic in;. Poach what it means to be human, write feelings you know nothing about; That’s all you really need to begin; Bots are a...

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calling all mistreated jugglers and wretches of condemned madhouses bewitched by fingers of freak fame the spindly fingers of trickster twins that open the floodgates to occult caverns unleashing the brusque wraiths the brittle symmetry of her glacial eyes cast down from the empyrean skies as a sanctified abyss from ancient past eyes as candlelit rectory windows shining bright like voluptuous pyre and ferryman’s lantern...

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Hey diddle diddle was a great way to start this rhyme. We have heard it over and over, like once upon a time. Nursery rhymes are fun to parrot, they are automatic now. Whenever I look at the moon, I try my best to find the cow....

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Where a newborn star lights the vault of heaven under the sky sapphire, high! You can find it there, Not the product of a god or some such! But, man in his madness brings annihilation to the makers, the father of the nation, a nations ghost the dire lands divide…. Figures in raven cloaks flock in murders...

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No, I don’t wave a wand, but it opens silently ahead of me. No push, no pull, no “open sesame”, no tiny whoosh as the door swings wide. With arms full, I can carry in packages, no struggle, no dropping the eggs. I can push in a stroller or wheelchair or walker I can use a cane, no hands required. No magic, just an automatic door – no impediment to my passage. I am welcomed inside...

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P-oetic I-nspiration A-pplies M-y A- rostic R-egards I-n N-ote A-bout Y-early A-utomatic P-romise Topic: Birthday of Pia Marina C. Yap (March 30) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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My pen screams Give me that! I feel worthless Handing it over But the pen is forceful Aggressive, a bully Words are flowing now I know not from whence they come They are all over the page making no sense but coming faster and faster I sit back and stare amazed...

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Gazing upon memories Lined and hiding on the shelves Streaming tears and lost in reveries The forlorn beauty of one’s past-selves Pretty portraits of the past From the days of black and white A child’s smile unsurpassed The absolute was in the light [2018]...

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Respect is automatic until they have double-crossed you six times spit in your underwear and you have caught them in their eighth lie Respect is cheerfully given unless they hurt your feelings good and hard unless they trip you at the top of the stairs unless you overhear them making fun of you again Respect is eagerly available until they remind you of someone...

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Automatic decision multiplication and division what is your position You rant and rave do you want to get paid My disbursement Dissatisfied associate Positively misfigured Composite picture Automatic decision 9/25/19 Written words by James Edward Lee 2019©...

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“Automatic” Push me back into a body of work written Taken three by ten plus two I visit her to hearken you Love never left the leaves of a book written for three I love green more than blue I was taken three by ten plus two I am here, You are there, yet hear this, see these words I never left you Push me back...

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the mighty bees came out of the walls with weird attitude they entered the infant which ended up well-baked. all the bubblegum streets suddenly turned ice-cold but meanwhile everyone sleeps and blood’s being sucked. it’s been proven that the father is younger than the son and that he threw him out of home before he was born. the magnitude of the...

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J-ust U-se D-aily Y-our A-utomatic N-ewness N-eeding C-oolness A-nd N-iceness O-f Y-ou Topic: Birthday of Judy Ann Canoy (September 05) Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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27/03/2018 With the need for Gun Control so axiomatic, Donald Trump is acting increasingly dramatic Continually sprouting that banal NRA rhetoric, Facing children’s voices like gunfire has him apoplectic. People may take notice of a Presidential assassination, Except American gun nuts will still hold some reservation. The March of our Lives is surely an asservation, We need Gun Control now and without hesitation. The...

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