Best Machine Poems

Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile upon your face
To the days of AM radio and the TV was black and white
To lying in a grassy field...

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I received an email today :
"Would you like to join
The Underpants Club"
A new underwear
directly at your door
once a month
(for only 20 bucks)
Did you say once a month?
My mother taught me
Replace after one use - without exception

In the old days
they had not heard of bacteria ...
but...

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I really have outdone myself this time!
My ‘God Machine’ is finally in place!
I’ll never have to fret about a rhyme,
Or stop for a red light that changed from green 
As if it sought to put me in my place
A random hiccup clearly quite obscene.

I really...

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TIME MACHINE

We always try to build a TARDIS,
in thinking we would look the smartest.
But then, who's time would we travel in, 
with a choice for dimensional spin.

A fragrance can take us back in time, 
or a perfect shade, or taste of lime. 
Our famed music...

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Aaarrhhh!
You say it's not working again, dear
Curse that piece of metal junk,
it only works on Monday, Wednesday and Friday
Part-time dishwashing machine ...
and half of the time when it do work, it only get the dishes half-clean
It decided to go on labor strike,
two months after the...

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That moment when you think it'll be a silent fart 
And it comes out like a machine gun giving your heart a start
Knocking over strangers
Not realizing the danger
Turning their hair white and creating a new part


© Jack Ellison 2016...

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When I gave you my safety, I had only you in mind.
I could protect you and defend with a love so refined.
 
You claim not to have asked, but I assure you that you did.
For I cannot fire bullets without first removing my lid.
 
You...

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In the midst of my sweet childhood days
I came across a gorgeous machine.
It was known by different names
But I called it my time machine.

A big roar, heard in the beginning
When I watchfully switched it to life.
I was in the middle of a battle
Fought around a...

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looking at the moon
as I've done a thousand times
I pause to stand still
to be bathed in every thought
I've ever felt here before...

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am I just this fleeting moment
a ripple in time's flow
shackled to one body
must follow when it goes

or is there more to 'being'
an eternal flame that burns
and though my mortal flesh must die
the soul within returns

most now say we have 'one shot'
so live a life that's...

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Wandering, looking for wonder,
clueless and shoeless machine,
travelling over and under,
here and there. My skin
made of amalgam is shining,
catches the sun and reflects
errors, misprints, underlining,
cases and spaces in texts;
characters, symbols and letters,
mountains, rivers and trees,
big and essential matters
that people face and my keys
lost out there somewhere
by...

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Get me inside quickly and as fast as you can, 
please turn the time travel dial to September 1963
Get me to a post office in Washington, D.C., 
so I can send an important letter to Jacque Kennedy.

The letter will tell her about her newest son,...

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The body is a strange machine
With lots of moving parts
And once we’re born, like products purchased,
All the action starts.

The heart pumps blood, the lungs expand
And brain cells do abound.
The muscles grow, the eyes and ears
Take note of what’s around.

As years go by, from overuse
Or injuries...

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They draw me punk, they draw me clean, they draw me messy, my kid machine.
I have a cult, they are my regular beings, they come in droves, pretending mean.
They get referred more times than all the rest by a variety of teachers, galore.
They dance and...

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(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars...

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