Best Programmable 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 non-programmable twinkles.
Face to face they act
Separate and alone-
Ruled by the giant, apathetic-
God of Technology.
It is a well-known fact, said Aristotle
and many a priest that threaten the inferno,
‘Give me a child before the age of seven’
Today society taking the old ways to a new height
‘And I’ll give you a programmable mind set.’
life, now a highway, from the earliest age a one-track road
littered along the hard shoulder with broken down expressions,
when to fuel a rapid growing band of experts,
driven along the assemble line of psychoanalyst,
a vital part of the skulduggery?
Striving for intellect is not in everyone’s script
where all are pressurized to achieve, and many children
are having to forgo that precious period of life,
for the sake of another’s ego.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Face To Face
Face to face they sit...
brain to brain;
two-eyed flesh machine,
one-eyed blue
laptop screen,
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 the god
of technology.
Face to face they sit...
worlds apart,
stark and cold
plastic eye flashing
programmed data;
warm and sensitive
flesh eyes flashing
non-programmable
blue twinkles.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Judged: 01/18/2016
In the human equation,
life's reduced to statistics.
It's the patterns that matter,
zero or one: on or off.
Confronting indifference,
fear festers into anger.
And gnawing pangs of hunger
force the soul to question sin.
Though lechery deals in flesh,
Hypocrisy sets the price.
As a substitute for love,
Lust is an expensive dish.
Reality demeans dreams
while embracing fantasy.
And reveals encrypted truths
waiting to be deciphered.
Genetically linked: we're
individually cast.
Yet, our programmable lives,
are governed by statistics.
Deflected, crushed by the social retardation,
Not loved, ‘cos he’s altogether unaccepting,
Active learning the robot’s mouth action,
So he can't contextualise, there’s no blessing.
Neither me nor him meet and we sweep by,
There’s no connection from his ANDs and ORs,
Only citadels to weather the reactive cry,
When my nouns are pocketed by many cursors.
Where’s the memory bank and why the chat?
The bus is long gone and I'm open, vulnerable,
There’s no room for social construction’s mat,
To yield identity’s dynamic, recursive turntable.
Yes, microchips and logic gates shouldn't enable,
Machine learning at the cost of root foundations;
Your group, community, your niche and fable,
Ignite the necessary conversation of care situations.
Ok, so can we build a robot? A care robot?
Indeed care assistance is definitely reducible,
To only a small number of abstractions, clot,
‘Cos love does not evade the comprehensible.
Doors class as access, also pavements, steps,
Only three types of garments, two of people,
Friend or foe, but a cloud for certain parapets,
And who’s boss is said before, it's programmable.
Dozing off behind the wheel
Sleep-deprived decapitated
Dillaudid consequences
Incarcerate
Betrayed confidences
Incriminated
Responsibility blotted
Dead friends
Incinerated
In reality
They rotted
Alive.
Years prior to demise.
Burnt bridges. Dead ends.
A hell we created
Causality to impend
Insanity
A cyclic continuance
Doomed to repeat
Again and again.
Just more tragedy
Easily equated
Karmic
Punishment I deign
Education in pain.
Deliverance in suffering
Salvation
My moral
Bearing reign.
Controlled by one nation
Daisy Chain – Bottom line - capital gain
acid rain
Acrid – floral
Bought and sold
Artistic creation
Liquid – Forced oral
Ingestion
VIA TELEVISION
Visual vomit – soylent seduction
Initiate
Indoctrinate
inducted
Programmable People.
Hypnotic STATE.
Spell-bound
Too Late.
The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses who gather with rhinos to celebrate the correct correspondence from a diagram which has been deleted by a diaphragm. No condolences required in a tepee but echoes of deaths can mean the picking of fruit would become timely,important,and long overdue. Oh dear. How unfortunate that a printed skirt can collapse on a beam like a fly on a wall. It is imperative to note that doctrines are not fables nor are they of importance for they merely feel that they are. And now it is the gatherings of the mutton mutations who are ingesting but losing wool due to the wisdom of wind capsules. Wow . The flotation of heifers timed is an undignified duty to an orbit of an orb and an orb can cast aspersions so never argue with an ambidextrous shrew in a multi coloured cape. And a four gee sim can always placate and be more interesting than placing order in a misty mansion. But misty mansions were supposed to be respected. Yet folk trample and tread and feats by fairies are often unnoticed by small footed monkeys. Balance not a tome whilst on a step ladder. And always bathe in a light fragrance for air is importance to balance,stabilise and renew. Such a groundsheet sewn. And even a sultry hairdryer gets weary when catering for a cantering follicle. So go dust that tree. And iron the gardens. Rest assured that a four footer will grow. Good. Godly given gratefully greeted greatness. And a tree sap to sip. Not to spill. Line up the priests are out. Linking lineage. Then? And a cosmopolitan cosmic cosmetic clap. Bang. Oh. Oblivious to none is agreed by some so throw the leper in the bin. Radical ridicule rather ravenous raping ruling rods reeking. And a little fly to the sands of time. Great isn't it? No. For that is an Orpheus snail that is barking and a cacti jumps up and down. Downloads are a programmable prison then. Fornicate not with an thistle. And carry a weapon to a gig. Guiding giving grabbing going gone. Gits. And a 190,000,987,567 tall pansy. Great. Greater the greater the greater greets. Garnished. Under siege. Vehemently z
a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest fitting apron but alchemy weaving leathers are best placed on legs measuring over an acre. It is to be acclimatised to a storm pattern syndrome of striped sun on a grey background but it could also be ascertained that travelling backwards at high speed down a motorway slip road is best achieved carrying one potato, a giant melon tree, and a tricycle. For to dare is to do and to do is to drop dig dreaming dramas dramatically. And to add to such fine grammar one might also assume that a locked gate is as abhorrent as a shut and bolted door. For it is as the horse trots. As the pig whistles. And as the barn creaks. That the fine acrylics begin annual waltzing duties with the glasses of peanut juice. Great. How very marvellous that is. Is it not the hidden virtue of every acolyte that hides the hidden and haves the heaving holders? Is it to be beholden or frenetically ejected via pulsation? The sanctimonious baby sea lion is sat on a third angled throne. In deep contemplation but writing memoirs to a shoal of snowmen is often a worthwhile endeavour. Painful plant pot planting pickles. And a wonderful world wide deity in an orchestrated diagrammatic map. Oh how poignant the points of the programmable playlist playing pianos. And yet the mop moves monotonously and the cloth cleverly cleans. Fantastic news for frog shop fans at a baseball game. Ha. Now send that sponge by rail not plane. Hahaha saviours swinging speedily hahaha Astronaughts and whales balancing. Xxxxx brontosaurus Z z z z
Hello, such a small but powerful word, it's greatly preferred, putting smiles on faces and gets the spirit stirred.
But in our hectic lives, moving fast, moving slow, always on the go, traveling solo, we forget about a simple Hello.
Although hello is below the super ego. To them it's absurd and becoming a ghost word.
Now have we become drones with our faces buried in cellphones, programmable clones? Yet they do make us all about ology while blinding us with technology.
So wether novice or pro, even if you have an oversized ego it's good to bestow cause it don't bring about woe and it can make faces glow.
Plus, blessings could overflow just from a simple HELLO.
the spark of life burns snow white
as body disintergration knows:}
by me hehe
The spirit within can make you fat or thin,
programmable you know,
what you expect it will go n get,
and health is one of those!
Don Happy new Year 2016
(“The Cave of Unknowing”, 2012, original oil)
As The World Burns
As the world turns
The morning soap operas play out
In print and film, song and dance
Showing on every screen
A world ablaze with fear
Disease, famine, war and rumors of war
Programming the programmable
While I sit in my room a cocoon
Surrounded by dogs
All sprawled out on chair and sofa and floor
Asleep at ease and peace
Filling the house
With their own therapeutic vibe
Beyond worry at least as long as they dream
While I watch and wait
Soothed by their dogged oblivion
As the world outside turns and burns
And I grow just a little more uncomfortable
Filling a delightful cocoon that I know
Must eventually open
Into a great unknown.
(12/11/24)
A tablespoon is merely a tablespoon but not when placed on a table. It is merely an impediment of judgement to attempt to eradicate constitutional rights and beans jump very high when put in a nine foot pan. When the stove is at the correct temperature the goblin glow can be quite symmetrically dramatic and symbolised by the swirl of lights radiating from the hob roof. Wow. Such a vast distance portrayed in a stainless steel point. Temper tantrums of six foot wide berth toddlers are often not that cute if accompanied with viral threats. And curtsey to a lemon woman is neither a wise idea nor a custom. Curtain drip then curtain drop then curtain rise. As all are programmable and no place for a piece of toast spinning in an air of stagnation. Pumpkin head floats by in a pool of water. And a little man sings. La la la then. Fascia sting isnt it? How rather fascinating and remarkable. One cannot stem creative flow through cat calling, lies, and misjudgement. For this is the way of the fake. Who struggle often for words. Hahaha now stuff twenty eggs in your deep fried mouth and turn ninety eight degree angles using mirrored glasses. Hahaha jump into jeeps jerks. Hahaha melancholic monster mobster. And a silver tongued minister mixing. Xxxx carnivorous cows. Xxxxx moving manifestations xxxxx virtualization z with a huge p y q to you xxxxx
I AM VISTA
i am artificial
i am disposable
i am programmable
i am binary
i am machine
i am obsolete
i am error
i am problematic
i am incompatible
i am vista
there is no light
on the faraway screen
i do not like this energy
i exist too nervously
the monitor is watching me
i am overdue for servicing
Programmed death of attractive lights
the first to control the weight
below the substance ridicules measure beyond substance
shifting ties of unity divide the beautiful
eyes of passing militants gorging meadows
before the minds of passing children
trembling hearts of consequence the futile
resistance lacks dexterity and poise
executing forgiveness is not an option
but a happy place where prophets dance
in fire-lit circles among the witches of broadway and
the demons of yester-year while the
astute criticize the true before crowds of millions
never craving the light that they have programmed
to die.
Xmess
(cross it
out of mind
later.....xmess
means.....otherwise
controlled.....chaos ordered
shopping seasons.....programmable
social statistic inherent in.....consumer cultures
bordered by arithmetical limits.....with respect changing times
affecting billionaire and trillionaire profits.....creating consumer xmess debt)
stan sand