Best Programmed Poems

POTD 2 July 2018

Humans are capable of ‘Changing their State’. At times, a stressful, negative fusillade can be encountered from an individual wishing to subvert...

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Back To Basics


Let's walk the country road and faithfully
keep cadence with the heartbeat of the wild,
where life, unveiled in naked truth, sets free
her gift of...

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The Real McCoy


Androids Humanoid- Robotic Robots
Feel them- touch them- real life fembots

Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic

Interacting in all moods they are...

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I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells...

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More Than Machines...

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...

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MY ROBOT BENNY

I have a robot at home, his name is Benny,
Who is also, extremely office friendly.
He wakes me up every morning,
As a new day...

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Heavens are open to view in the late night sky.

Celestial bodies spinning in orbit, moving

Light years away, exploding out of our sight,

Some on the same...

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(to Mittens)

Schrödinger’s Cat is where it’s at,
nor live, nor dead, nor purring.
With half a chance she’ll live to prance
the worst may be occurring.

But if I’d...

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She vibrates, a chassis minus shock absorption.
A painting, the nude descends a staircase,
rings of Saturn etched in a vacuum tube.
Or Eniac of twisted cords and...

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I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream

My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence 

Caught in...

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"Seconded Away"



The Primary input 
third person,you were I, 
you were seconded away
the interloper sashayed 
laughed victorious through lies
stole the gift given to you
from your mother...

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Come now and follow me into the depths of my apathy
You might have to burn me but somehow I think I could die happily

The man...

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Between the lines of Poetry Soup
Lies partly hidden the real scoop

Poets with emotion’s overflow
Spillage of which, they do not know

Leaks between lines of what they...

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As of late, I don't know whether I'm coming or going.
I try to remain positive and keep my head above water.
But I feel like I'm...

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