When ideas are locked in a cage,
The bot frees poetry of its rage,
Like analgesics on a fresh wound—
A turbulent sea where pains are drowned.
The goal’s not to write, but to refine,
To make rhythms, forms, and each word align;
Quick to shape poems to perfection,
Bringing finesse to art’s reflection.
But its pen drips with glib emotions,
It revels in stale, putrid notions,
It loots old clichés in broad daylight,
With its informants on every site.
It pours in all ears its tone-deafness,
For its inkwell is void of freshness;
From the poems of the past it steals,
And copyright claims trail its cold heels.
Far better—a creative ally,
With clear, firm bounds to which all comply—
Than crowned as a human replacement,
Or seeking the poet’s mind displacement.
Categories:
bot, extended metaphor, feelings, future,
Form: Rhyme
Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies,
Puking riddles on those tolled.
Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.
Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are fiddle-faddle.
Defrosted wars are flooding fields,
Entrenching fact with fiction,
In cyber realms, we've little shields,
To counter eastern malediction.
Folly finds that fear is fruitless,
Beware tourneys of tyranny,
Cavorted by the truth-less and ruthless,
Pretending reality's but conspiracy.
Categories:
bot, allusion, america, corruption, immigration,
Form: Rhyme
Kittens love robots and robots love kittens.
Should we be concerned?
Is there something those two would like to tell us?
Besides, cowabungaaaaaaa, coming through, who wants to touch me?!
Here's a it sucks to be you smack for you, wait your turn. Here's a smack for you to enjoy while you look at me zoom on by on my Roomba. While my robot friend dances the rumba.
On a steel horse I ride....
Categories:
bot, art,
Form: Free verse
In our palace lives a bot
Quite a finicky task it has got
Thrice daily removes every single spot
from the royal server -- the '10-2-4' teapot
Our bot makes that teapot shine and sparkle
in case you-know-who returns ~ Ms. Markle
Categories:
bot, celebrity, drink, london, technology,
Form: Light Verse
If I were a bot
I’d rhyme a lot
To make you think
That I was not
If I were a bot
You’d think me hot
For I’d be showing
What I’ve got
If I were a bot
I’d have a yacht,
Abs lean and taut
Be highly sought
If I were a bot
I’d have no thought
Tweets careful wrought
Some AI taught
If I were a bot…
Alas, I’m not
So what you see
Is what I’ve got
Categories:
bot, humorous, technology,
Form: Quatrain
You forget who you are
Amidst the chaos of this journey
You ignore your true purpose
Trying to chase your problems
You lose your identity
As you suck into the society's labels
Before you even realise
You're engulfed by the worries of this world
You've lost track of time chasing hard cash
You're a reflection of what you wished not to be
Many years ago when you'd judge your formers
Who am I? What have I become?
You ask yourself
Unable to recognize the person you see
Little did you notice
While you were trying to make amends in others
You lost a part of you to them
Until there was nothing left of you
That truly belonged to you
Now you're just like others
An automaton, a label, a status, a cash cow
Categories:
bot, identity, irony, life, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I used to like the Wordle bot,
But Times subscriber I am not.
They stuck the bot behind a wall;
I hit max reads, and that is all.
Suppose that is the way of things:
Start out for free, see who it brings.
Then once they’ve got you hooked,
Cough up the dough, or else you’re cooked.
I liked the bot but cannot say
That it’s a cause for me to pay.
If I’d a bird, I might engage
To line the little birdie’s cage.
Categories:
bot, silly,
Form: Quatrain
“TEARS”
Tears from the heart
Should pass golden over the cheeks,
Not clear, for perhaps they should be seen
For the truth of their founding ache,
Visible in the least at their
Moment in the alchemy of feelings,
More potent than chemistry alone—
Dwelling like unseen
Particles of dust on a butterfly’s wings,
And less forgettable than this morning’s sunrise.
Still, with a head lifted in prayer, the gold
Will stream back to the heart
With its glistening spread over the soul,
And its forming love re-casting
Its fine, elegant links stronger than before.
*********. ***************. **********
(C) sally Young Eslinger 2020
Thanks be to God
Categories:
bot, christian, imagery, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
I Bought an i-Bot
My mechanical mistress came in today
Within a bicornuous box a robotic risqué
She wore a blue dress a delicious display
We danced in the moonlight a starlit sway
She kept me warm through the naked night
After disingenuous dreams, I find her upright
‘Would you like breakfast in bed noble knight?’
Yes, my lubricated lady, I’ll have eggs in white
I brought her downtown to the city’s fun fair
We got double takes as people began to stare
I noticed the wind did not lift her hydraulic hair
Maybe I had made a metal mistake buyer beware
Looking at her eyes I asked her if she had a soul
‘No silly... I’m a Celluloid X-1 Bot in cruise control’
My thoughts soon dropped through the manhole
I then decided to park my Bot at the fair and stroll.
April.13.2018
Bring to life
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
bot, computer, fantasy, sad love,
Form: Couplet
I
don’t want
to call you
my grandmother.
You appear human,
You are just a machine,
programmed to act like nana.
Electric flows through you, not blood.
Brother and sister love you. I don’t.
Based on the short story “I Sing the Body Electric” by Ray Bradbury
Robert Pettit
Categories:
bot, science fiction
Form: Nonet
Cosmo Bot
My striped socks match my lollipop,
They make my body rock to the techno pop,
I am a cosmo bot that likes to rock.
If you think you have what I like take a shot.
But be careful because I’m red hot
In my striped socks
Categories:
bot, imagination, romance, science fiction,
Form: Monorhyme