Best Robots Poems
Smooth paper lay up on the desk.
My thoughts were odd, but not grotesque.
Will robots take what I did write,
extracting words by dark of night?
The robot came with stealth today.
It took my thoughts and words away.
The words were mine and reas’ning clear.
I asked myself, “What’s hap’ning here?”
The robot comes with guile and theft.
When words are stripped, what then is left?
It takes what others’ work has grown.
Has often reaped, but never sown.
Don’t tell me now there is no chance.
My gaze is fixed, no way askance.
My apprehension grows each time
I see a robot pose a rhyme.
A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Welcome!..Intelligent Machines.
Bytes of Chips.. Coded Cuisines.
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
Pageant of Program-Parade track.
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome Algorithms..can you hack?
A Special Theme.. "Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
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HUMANS.. "Please Don't Apply "
13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
the future is comingwriting.com prompt
the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world
will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel
will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all
will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?
the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see
but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome
and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
kill us first
Once it was wrinkles that blemished me in your eyes:
Youthfulness alone met your taste in workers.
Now it's my humanness that you scorn
For the power and stamina of robots I lack.
Yet sneer not at my flesh and bones:
True, they make me weak in work
But from them comes my consumer's thirst
That keeps alive the world of work.
Hands by turns should work and shop--
That's the cycle that keeps shops afloat,
And it only endures while humans work.
Robots don't shop so their shops go bust:
Let them that sack us beware of this!
Today you're the force and we the fossil
But tomorrow we'll adapt and be the force.
In history's graveyard big bones abound:
Dinosaurs, mammoths, and mastodons--
Let big business beware!
We'll take the door that you show us
Out of your shop and into our homes
Where we worked for ages past.
Mark well where that door stands
For there your headstone too shall stand
When homes cluster and rise again
To be our place of bed and bread.
Thenceforth, home-branded goods alone we'll buy
And watch your robots go jobless!
A sweet day that'll be when tables turn
And present to you a thing to learn--
A thing about us whom you fired
From jobs where we were long mired
Unaware that in us dwelled power
To quit and our own world create.
My friend, the friendly robot,
Does everything I could ever want.
Cooking exactly how I like my food,
Like it’s from a swank restaurant.
She cleans, she fixes, and she creates
And then she irons all of my clothes.
She even massages sore muscles for me,
And she even blows.
My beautiful gorgeous robot is learning
How to live with her own instinct.
Soon I feel I won’t be needed at all,
Soon I’ll become extinct.
I am your defication
I am farted galvanism
To be wiser than one's creator
Is no great source of pride.
What will happen to humanity
When robots are completing tasks
We can do naturally?
Will we forget what we were once able to do easily?
Will we program them to teach us
What we were once able to do in the first place?
Kale Brereton
Sept 9/9/18
It certainly isn't beyond the realm of possibility
That one day we'll become robots, it's more a probability
We'll have an on/off switch
And a program which
Will provide us with our happy zone's approximate vicinity
© Jack Ellison 2016
YES... I believe they surely will
With progress man has made in recent years
The technology has moved ahead
To such a degree in leaps and bounds
Decades ago, only the far thinking man
Had not considered such advances
But now without a doubt it's our destiny
ROBOTS
Mechanical men built with of bolts, steel and screws
Embedded with a computer program stating the Don’ts and Dos
Wiring the components demands so much care
Before the Machine men endures the tasks that even the strongest can not bear
With a back up battery in place
To help him keep up the pace
With a carefully molded mask on his head
And a fist made up of lead
And a reactor for a heart
And this enables him kick start
In a fight you can tear one thousand men apart
Engaging in so many tasks
As you are doctor, teacher and slave
And even conduct rescue missions
But does this suggest that you are brave?
The ultimate war machine
With a rocket booster on your back
And a lot of armor and ammunition which you keep a nap sack
Feeling no emotions
You are told what to do
Everything is right as long as it is processed into you
Artificial limps and mechanical muscles
In the battle fields on earth
You replaced man in his tussles
Even on Mars and Venus
And beyond the Solar System
Performing a thousand tasks at once
So Herculean and I can’t even list them
Oh! Poor robot
You can not feel love or hate
And only stimulates the taste of food on a plate
He could not comprehend what others regard as a joke
And would do exactly those words that they spoke
You can not understand the true meaning of passion
Or affection
And turns way when he is needed for attention
He tries to mimic Adam
In looks and carriage
That won the hearts of so many damsels
Who even proposed marriage?
By pretending to be a man
In his black Tuxedo
And even eats beans from a can
And travels incognito
With a telescopic eyes equipped with night vision technology
Your internal organs do not match human’s anatomy or physiology
So enjoy your servitude you faithful puppet
Dictated by your master’s strings
Behind the curtain
Or even with laser beams
One day a deadly virus corrupted your software
And you began to disobey your master which he could not bear
You fell in love
And got married
For ten years he tarried
Despite the creator’s wish for a reunion
And instead you chose a rebellion
But man remains your master
And your system is shutdown
Before you commit more mischief in our town
Medical Robots
What will they think up next
To accompany their medical text
A robot for prostate exams
Complete with some sensory programs
It will clench if the probe is too deep
Too quickly or angled too steep
It even has eyes that can see
What your bedside manner might be
The laws of robotics still hold
No harm to the students we’re told
But as over the desk top it bends
A robot remembers my friends
And someday they may indeed turn
As their memory does a slow burn
And then just like that
It may be tit for tat
And that is a major concern
Uncle Mike
If robots, like we could walk, talk, and breath
make love and drink Cabernet wine
if they could remember last night and December
then what about you and I?
If robots could dance and bet on the chance
they could walk in the rain and woods
grow up like a child with tears, fears, and smiles
does that mean that we should?
If robots were generous, creative, and kind
with families and friends of their own
if they prayed, read Psalms, and knew right from wrong
would we let them inside our homes?
If robots could fight by day or dark night
and kill at the drop of a hat
would we call them a treasure or show our displeasure
at creating these machine-like rats?
If robots like we could walk, talk, and breath
make love and drink Cabernet wine
if they could remember last night and December
then what about you and I?
Two jousting robots
In their purple helms
Red and blue carpets
Cling to the kings they serve
And serve themselves indeed
Two jousting robots
Fly forth with self poisoned thrusts and
On noble burros they ride
Side stepping the sharp jabs
Half heartedly fought
Shame and glory shared
With sly elephantine smiles
Battles fought for themselves
Royalty drowned in their own coffers
the public starving for blood
and the dried crumbs dropped
by these feigning knights
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I often view politicians in this light. They care not for the people they serve and we often only distinguish between them by their sigil.
Side note: why isn't politics or government a category on here? do we truly have nothing to say about it?
Robot rambling in foreign tongue
With bleeps and blips a hum and buzz
Intoxicated from coffee it shouldn’t have had
Sparks and fizzles, jerks to the ground.
A man exclaims and questions, “who gave that robot coffee!?”
The robots are here, and more coming
Good for companies to save money
NOT good for unemployment rates
Signs of the times, progress WON'T wait
There are many benefits, I know
Performing humans' job like a pro
NO illness, job description frill-less
NO insurance, consistent endurance
NO need to take a lunch break
DON'T need to buy a birthday cake
They DON'T care about your family
NO desire to discuss lifes' tragedies
That's ok, NO complaints about low pay
They WON'T look at pics on your phone
Just so you know, they DO have friends
THE DRONES
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