Best Automatic Pilot Poems

let me pause 
slow down a minute
and look inward
to adjust my lens

there’s more to life than
operating in react mode

let me pause to ask 
the real question
the why is so much more
revealing than the what

let me break the cycle
and if need be, like a rookie
put training...

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i didn’t see it coming
for days walking in a daze
a fog that wasn’t lifting
obviously in shock
one foot in front of the other
on automatic pilot
not knowing what was next 
then it happened

his ashes were ready to be picked up

triggering a flood of tears
there was no turning...

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I stepped into the hallway
with the gait of someone on automatic pilot
it was quitting time and the same old routine
led me to the exit door 
unbeknownst to me 
my cell phone was forgotten 
my departure hastened by office gossip 
and as the elevator swung open...

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SO WHAT IF

Some tend to feel unease,
Wanting all guarantees.
Automatic pilot in place,
Preparing for just in case.
Distaste for unknown,
Being insecurity prone.
The “What if” thoughts lurking around;
A mantra embedded, like background sound.
Familiar with words such as, “I quit.”
Foreign to the meaning of “SO what if.....
 
Barbara Campbell...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
   who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation 
  ...

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With spacetime ripples
come dark energy waves
Emanating from the ether
tainted forces hold me slave
What sort of person
fly’s kites after dark
One with many issues
hiding Cains invisible mark

Left to wander miasma
blind man at controls
Free will is human delusion
We’re all just digging holes
Carving out wishing wells
siphoned dry as stone
Skeletons...

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Sitting alone on a park bench surrounded by a natural beauty that only I can appreciate at
this moment in time. Oh, there are occasional intruders in this beautiful place, a few
joggers with their MP3’s hanging from their ears, lost in a world of music and...

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Christy did not know how she was going to fix the problem.
Her sister Carol, had confided in her.
Christy knew she could not let Carol return out of state with her abusive husband.
The abuser was glaring at her when Christy came into the living room.
“Where is...

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Darkness, clothed in secrecy,
Surgical hands,
Not a breath was drawn.
Parasite, sucking life from me.
“Magical”hands of surgeon,
Giving back my Liberty.
30 pieces of Silver was expensive,
This job was cheap.
Eradicating this encumbrance,
Compared to Judas Iscariot.
In the night when all is still,
Memory broods, over shadows all.
Switch to Automatic Pilot 
sleep...

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I think you know where this is heading.

These were his words to me. The truth was I had no clue. How could I know?

Perhaps his tone was an indication. The undertone in his voice. His confidence that I somehow understood. There was something visceral about...

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Rip Tides

Dead serious this depression business rocky murky
with tides like a tsunami suggesting certain

               drop zones
               ...

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Darkness, clothed in secrecy,
Surgical hands,
Not a breath was drawn.
Parasite, sucking life from me.
“Magical”hands of surgeon,
Giving back my Liberty.
30 pieces of Silver was expensive,
This job was cheap.
Eradicating this encumbrance,
Compared to Judas Iscariot.
In the night when all is still,
Memory broods, over shadows all.
Switch to Automatic Pilot 
sleep...

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Traveling the 
transcendental highway
early in the morning,
simply an extension
of my daily yoga.
The great semis zip by
in both directions,
like elephants on roller skates
in the first light,
only a flat tire away
from disaster.
Like a zen master I travel
with the knowledge of a thousand days
behind, in front of, around,...

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disguised tears of a clown
smile turned to wretched frown
behind makeup his eyes glazed over
at the sight of daisies and smell of clover
in summer fields he last saw his love
flew off to heaven she gentle dove
his heart in pieces shattered
remembering the only thing that mattered
now sunless...

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now sunless days on automatic pilot
skies from greys to blues to violet
feigning composure while on edge
he dances nonchalantly on a ledge



extract from my poem ABYSMAL CLOWN

AP: 3rd place 2020

Posted on March 1, 2020...

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