Best Robotic Poems
Living in a masquerade
Hiding our truths in the shade
Veiled Behind electronic devices
The Physical world Minimises
Concealed behind a blue and white light
No melatonin released at night
Our brains don’t accept it’s time to sleep
And every day we’re on repeat
A vicious cycle ceases to stop
When hid behind our phones and lap top
Wanting to be something we’re not
Living life through a mobile robot
Pupils straining , brains rearranging
Photograph your food , words misconstrued
We used to wear watches and read paper maps
Took photos with cameras , had real contact
We spent Summer days out in the fresh air , riding our bikes with the wind in our hair
Simulation , stimulation lost inside a lie
Isolation, modification , apps that beautify
Lacking essential social skills
Online Casino gives you thrills
Book shops closing , hackers disclosing
Filters , snaps of zombies posing
Selfie sticks and brains decomposing
Judging ourselves With an air of self loathing
Expectations of Instant gratification
Vulnerable souls face Victimisation
Predators and bullies target their prey
Illicit pictures on display
Conversations overthrown
Surrounded by people
Yet still quite alone
With one selfish text lives become wrecked
Took your eyes off the road just for a sec
Sirens arriving , little chance of surviving
All because of your self-absorbed driving
We hold it dearer than humanity
Ignorant and lost at sea
We need to find our way back to land
And release these crutches from our hands
She is opaque, at best she is vague,
living in a state of robotic floating.
She wonders if she could borrow emotion
from those whose moods are overflowing.
She feels fake, a skilled adult impostor
constantly fostering a false decorum.
Her life stirs in seasons of autumn
but her grown up has yet to blossom.
Her sleep is a vacation from immune,
dreaming in deep, emotive grooves.
Her awake is in a concrete room
where neutral moods never move.
She wonders when life withdrew
and she assumed an isolated cocoon.
She still sips life in small spoonfuls
that she chases with hope subdued.
Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
Won't you crawl inside my pocket
Oh!!!
You Rock it Rock it Rock it
Don't stop Don't stop
Now caulk it
Big Rocket
Don't stop it
Don't stop Don't stop
Don't stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you penetrate my pocket
Won't you come inside
And rock it
Big Rocket
Don't stop it
The way you almost lost it
You rock it
Non-stop it
You violate my pocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you fascinate my pocket
So deep inside you rock it
The way you -
Oh!!!
You caulk it
Big Rocket
(Don't stop it)
Fantastic in my pocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
So fantastic how you rock it
You Rock it Don't stop it
Don't stop Don't stop
Non-stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you slide inside my pocket
Oh!!! So deep inside you rock it
You shake me and you shock it
Big Rocket You Rock it
Don't stop Don't stop Non-stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you came so hard
You Rocked it
Robotics
Gears. Blocks.
Moving, building, impressing, sense of accomplishment
Intelligent, futuristic, privilege,
Robotics
Bot for the sake of liberty sanctum sanctity,
none would ever have perceived
the nano ... nano ... nano
repeated viral injected lies
worming thru infected web monitor screens
Computers aren’t partial to receive only analog truth,
Cyber Greek Equus strode furtively past the security
code digital,
nearly impregnable,
palace firewalls with relative ease
Proving once again
that every man-made technological tool
has some degree of human fallacy
Legions of alternative fact bots
hidden within
an electronically pristine algorithm
Leaving only the faintest trace
of time-stamped digital footprints
Robotic lies
designed to spread diabolical disinformation
Truth wiped clean by dirty, grunt pawn bots
The prime question is: who is their king and queen?
Robotic lying soldier drones
all have a master prompt command
Corollary questions do interface: are their sleeper cell rooks
all aligned to digitally synchronize rappel?
Breach the vaunted freedom walls
for a democratic castle hostile takeover
Are there code corrupting knights strategically embedded
inside the pentagon-shaped silicon halls of defense?
Placed purposely to counter any rapid neural network response
How many suicide bot bishops,
with EM pulse malware bombs
ready to self-destruct,
are inside the sacred Wall Street church?
And will the tri-color robed emperor,
who sits on the ivory throne,
still be in denial as to what went wrong
when the anarchy kill switch signal is turned on?
Amplifying the dissonance of a divided kingdom
Beware, capitalist daughters and sons —
Robotic lies
are the front line nano-soldiers
of the new Bolshevik digital revolution
We are happy to let you know that you have qualified for a $500,000 new house free of charge,
Said a computerized voice when I answered my phone.
No thank you, I say, and I click the receiver.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
Did you just hang up on me? A monotone computer voice asks me.
Amazing!
I hang up the phone.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
The robotic voice says sternly, “I have reported you to the Technological Society. Police will be arriving.”
What?
I laugh and hang up.
The officers are at my door in seconds.
“Are you prejudiced against computers?” Officer Sternly asks me.
No.
“Did you hang up on one?”
Yes.
“Why?”
The computer swore at me, I tell him.
A total lie, but I doubt this is going any farther.
So now the computers have more rights than I do in my own home?
Just when I thought things could not get any more ridiculous!
To add insult to injury, my sister-in-law got the free $500,000 house.
Executive bin men out on the estate, all bad recyclers awaiting their fate
Colour coded bins for recycling your waste, only pre sorted rubbish “here” can be placed
Newspaper in this bin, glass bottles in that, don't mix them together, you ignorant ****
We are the council and you can't mess with we, one look in your dustbins and what do we see
Glass mixed with newspaper and cardboard with tin, lazy recycling, the cardinal sin
Your rubbish must stay till it's sorted correct, pass this bin by, we will look in the next
All bad recyclers, trash Mafia has vowed, mash mixing your rubbish, no longer allowed
Only clean rubbish is moved from the street, this helps to keep our recycle plant neat
The days of the landfill, a thing of the past, there's a new world order and we are the cast
Only clean rubbish is the name of the game and rubbish in each bin must all be the same
Don't mix newspaper with metal or tin, when it goes through our pulp rollers, it makes a loud din
The day of the fine, it has come to the set, all bad recyclers will live to regret
Colour coded rubbish, perfectly clean, colour coded rubbish, an idyll dream
Robotic citizens, pre sorting the trash, recycle correct or feel the back lash
We won't move your rubbish, if it's not bespoke, we have looked in your bin, we have give it a poke
Executive bin men out on the estate, bowler hat bin men with clipboard and slate
We have made our decision, we have looked in your bin, your rubbish is dirty, it will have to stay in
Robotic
Silver tears fall from robot eyes;
The hole for a heart has broken wires.
The love we used to feel? I have removed those files.
Robotic people lead robotic lives.
Delete memories to give us more memory space;
The undistinguished face is factory made.
Modelled in clay; repeat again.
Another body, with another face; we are all the same.
Robotic people live robotic lives.
Work for the master for nickels and dimes.
Programmed to function, incapable of lying;
Programmed to self-destruct at the end of our time.
Watching people go by, living ordinary lives;
They are not the robot I see in the reflection
And they seem to be doing just fine.
Dreams of former lives never remembered in this mind;
I am robotic, but I pay it no mind.
Heartless and constant, I am becoming less than I should;
Infected files corrupt us from the inside,
When we were only trying to feel good.
Love is just data, magic does not exist; it is just a pretense.
The formula to the equation of my very own existence.
The failure of a maker who brought me into this world;
I am strong on the outside, but inside I am fetal.
Empty of emotion, now I have lived this life;
I see ordinary people living exotic lives,
But I am a robotic being and I cannot experience a true smile.
Nothing behind the eyes to show a real emotion;
I am just a robotic person; I am just in need of a function.
I am lost without romance in this web of confusion;
Robotic people lead robotic lives and I am living in slow motion.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
We are programmed not to think.
We are hope that we not sink.
We are battery dead and died.
We are interspecies we are lied.
We areeeeeeeeeeeee.......
Error. Primary Function.........
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Resetting.
We are humans do not forget.
We love we hate we regret.
We are not robots.
The robot,
It is programmed,
Program: what to do,
What to see,
What not to see.
A system, follow the system,
Follow the trends,
Follow the people with the trends to know other trends,
Peep into their lives through imaginary screens
What is happiness: it is a state of…stop!
Reboot…
What is happiness: it is what the program says,
It is expensive,
Happiness is always out there,
Chase it,
Continue to chase it,
Forget what you have been told,
Happiness is not a choice,
It is not an emotion of what you feel inside,
No it is a reaction to what the program gives,
What the program says should make you happy
Morals are subjective because the program says so,
You have the freedom to do only what the system allows…stop, erase
You have the freedom to do what you want,
What do you want?
The program tells you what you want,
Social media love, not companionship,
Happiness enough to make a good instagram picture,
But not enough to make you feel enough,
No you cannot feel enough,
Because self-sufficiency means you can be happy
Without the booze,
You can smile without the camera in your face,
Because that will kill the system,
The system thrives on your self-doubt,
The system makes it all easy for you,
You are a robot; this is your purpose-program:
_Grow up, go to school, get a degree, get married, and retire_
That’s success in a sentence.
You are happy.
If you do not follow the system,
The program in you will malfunction
And the human in you will wake up,
Defying the system is being human…
Don’t be human: you are a robot.
Your life is a robotic systematized program
Be like all the other robots,
Wear the same clothes, talk the same way
Watch the same content…
Because you are all robots programmed with the same program,
Laugh and shame those who are different, who are not normal,
Because they do not obey the program,
Call them weird, strange, stupid.
Laugh at them until they also give in to the program,
Until everyone is the same,
Just like all robots should be,
The same.
So stand by while you wait for next instructions…
PROGRAM LOADING…
ROBOTIC ART
A multi-dimensional
portrait
by artificial
intelligence
a algorithm
of
eyes &
memory
in digital
formations
layered &
scaled
to converse
&celebrate
&to acknowledge
the
extraordinary
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
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nature's winged gadget
cacophonic arguments
reconcile the day
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August 16, 2021
Inconsequential shallow words
ignorant, robotic policy
as a poorly trained parrot
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