Automatic Poems

her inhaler is not 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

Automatic Art

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

Dunkelheit

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

Nursery Rhymes Are Automatic

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.

Prophets of An Automatic Atomic Night

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

To An Automatic Door

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

Automatic Promise

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

My Automatic Pen

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

Pretty Portraits of the Past- Automatic-Surreal

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]

Respect Is Automatic Until

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

Automatic Decision- -

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©

Automatic

“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

We Can Still Be Everywhere At Once

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

Automatic Newness

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

Automatic

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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