Best Machines Poems

Face to face they stand
Brain to brain
Two-eyed flesh machine
And one-eyed plastic terminal
Interacting systems
Inputting, outputting, precious data.

Face to face they sit
A complex team
Driven to perform
With error-free precision
In a controlled mini-world
Ruled by instant communication.

Face to face they lie
Worlds apart
Stark, cold plastic eye
Flashing programmed data;
Warm, sentimental flesh eyes
Flashing...

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The harbor gave a dim illumination,
lampposts vaguely penetrating the dark water.
As waves like shades of wine drowned the jagged shore of stone,
I watched a fibrous complexion of steel shimmer from the water's edge.

Ships sleep, rocking gently on a resting sea,
machines of quiet obedience.
The moon, outlining...

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You keep staring cold blooded and watch us die because of your creations, if you invented this, safe us, you should know how to kill it, many new machines rising from the graves, dying in catacombs were no loud scream can be heard, asking thousands...

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The inhuman toadie, that does not have your voice? 
You want me to call you, I have made a choice.
To listen to Mr. Techno Man, for me is a total crucifixion. 
Hearing the same inhuman male across the USA, shows 
our disrespect for others as...

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A
machine
has no soul;
no sentience;
Junk!...

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A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers
and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity.

The birth...

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There must be something I haven't written about

In over eighteen hundred poems

Searching and searching my large massive brain

But for now creativity has flown

Can't think of anything that's worthy of my time

I've started to run out of gas

Could write about anything just to fill in for...

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I’ll grant you a modern laptop			
hooked up to an HP printer				
is a more efficient and cer-				
tainly a cleaner means to re-			
produce yr message than				
the whirling drum of rebellious			
black ink we depended upon 				
back in nineteen fifty-seven. 				
But when my spellcheck wants to change 			
brideshead to...

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I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky. 

I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms....

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Only eighteen and conscripted to the military,
no choice of mine it was the norm at this time and scary,
barely out of school and still wet behind the ear,
too young to watch an adult movie or have a beer.

Disadvantaged to study and too white to be...

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Might as well go to market.
Gather money, kindling. The economy
scary, debt deep, winter coming. Reminds
me of my youth, cold poor and scared
but living truth? . Never
have I understood life's meaning,
significance. Not to say there is no purpose
necessarily, just I don't immediately get it.

Other hand, if...

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In the beginning there was man
Alone and needing to be fulfilled
He wondered if he was alone in the universe 
He was not complacent be so…
he schemed
Planned and design 
built machinations do his bidding…
His spawn.

Then the child became aware 
It to wanted to know to understand...

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Your a good friend
And that was a good write
I'm going through a rough time
Must be the time of night
Pour me a drink too 
I think we could both use a swig
Captain, Jack, Soco? Your pick
We need a nice buzz
A little numbing for enjoyment
To forget about...

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 During the industrial revolution,
Poe’s raven spoke with elocution;
“Nevermore”, now we’ve a solution,
just you wait for distribution.

We’ve invented great machines,
clicker-clankers, sure to please,
With cogs and wheels that spin with ease
and long, tired days, they will soon cease.

Wondrous gauges, invented by sages,
power-piping giant bird cages;
oh the...

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My vacuum is a robot
My tumble dryer, true
They're programmed to assist
My world
And keep it ordered too

I feed my dishy-washer
My clothes go in a box
It's where the magic happens
Yet
It always eats my socks

My telly can now do things
I cannot understand
With mini robot partner here
Clamped tightly
In my...

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