Copier Poems | Examples

AI Panacea Or Pain

A human writer needs,
to think and many times rewrite their work.
We put our heart,
creativity and imagination into each piece we write.
AI has stolen,
the creativity and imagination from writers.
The human writer is the true creator,
creator from their human heart.
AI is the great copier,
because they have No heart to write with.
I write for the reader,
I am a human poet all the way.

Imagination

"AI has stolen the imagination from writers. The human writer is the true creator from their heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with." By Poet 

Writers imaginations like to play,
with creativity and words each day.
Only with a writers big human heart,
a writer gets their pen in hand to start.
Keeping your imagination alive,
then our readers can give a big high-five.
Tell me ~ will AI really survive,
or could robots be just a lot of jive?
Bringing my muse and pen will always stay,
I am a human poet all the way.

Hog's Breaths A Star

I met with Mr. Eastwood for the first time with both of us, and I know he's savvy about people's character.

I would rate Clint as, par for the course as Pebble Beach is noted for, in due part to Bing Crosby's efforts, whereto the family carried the banner until AT&T, went the distance. 

Clint was good, but he had an Ace, plain Joe-Clint ... had plain-Jane, along with her many SF Bay Airian invitees--zich hile, Mata Hari.

Where's William, Clint asks? (abrupts Derek's notable timing) Oh, you met William, he's like that pineapple they've invented across the bay. 

It's not called that, besides, I heard you got fired. Reprimanded Jayney. William doesn't fire, yeah a reprimand would be in order, a character like you. Well, it wasn't him, it was Mr Lars. I knew it, William never fired anybody.

I agree Jane. Mr. Eastwood, William has a way of teaching somebody like throwing a curve ball. What do you mean by that, curve ball?  

Well, he talked about the last hockey game's final scoring played out, while teaching me how to change the ink in our large front office machine--the hockey game lost to the copier.

Some things to consider?

In the ultimate heaven true peace you'll find, when things of
This world are left behind, no lying tounge will you there
Bind, no false teaching, or drunkeness, unless; of Gods
Spirit in kind' no more theiving or idolatry or hate; no rage
No letchery at this improved life state.' Vistas of beauty
All around.' A place of no discord where love abounds.'

Now on hell, I'll cast some thought to you, its heavily populated
If what I hear is true?? Its incedibly hot.' Theres sulphur gas
And demonic wails to top the lot.' There can be no lying
Once your in.' And words are useless with all the din.' So
You'll find no false teaching..Well whats the sense? No idol
Can save you..Now no offence!! You can't get drunk in this
Punishment place'  There can be no letchery, and you're held in
Place, your chains are darkness..Your thirst intense it 
Will get you screaming..' So in a sense? There are similaritys with
Heaven and hell, he's a copier 'old satan.I i often hear tell.'
So its up to choice; from what i see, I think I'll call on Jesus
Oh yes.' its that boring Heaven for me, may it be!!

The Office Worker Blues

arrive in morning
   descending gloom 
inboxes full 
    deadlines loom 
    
insufficient wage 
   big workload 
crazy colleagues 
   boss a rogue    
                  
lunchroom a mess 
   carpet stains
no tea bags 
   milk's off again  
   
hide mistakes 
     phone a mate 
take early lunch  
    come back late 

scroll the net 
    sneaky snacks 
(the kind designed 
     for heart attacks)    

delete master files
    shift the blame  
finger pointing 
     hide in shame 
     
illicit affairs 
    rumour mills 
pointless meetings 
    fire drills 

no confession 
     to copier jam
sometime next week 
    get serviceman 
     
watch the clock   
     wander about 
hunt for pens
     eat birthday shout 
     
go slowly mad.... 
     but don't despair 
holidays are due-     
     you're out of here!

Proper Use of the Zerox Copier - Ap

Xerox copier sounds raise my eyebrows			
wondering if he’s photographing unclad organs	
like another time?							

Beware zealous dismay from your justifiably		
Quickly vacating nervy, kinky gentlemen!


written November 5, 2021
for "Alphabet Soup" poetry contest
sponsored by William Kekaula

Death By Office

The maddening click of key strokes
The shrilling of the phones
The crunch of crumbling paper balls
Slices to the bone
The dull humming of the copier
Four million paper clips
The smell of tacky wite out 
So sick of all of it
It's like sitting in a coffin
This tomb with three gray walls
Choking on monotony
In a stifling, dreamless stall
I need to find the exit
Won't be like all of them
A dead eyed walking corporate corpse 
Fake smiles, no brain stems
I know I need to hurry
Before they bury me away
And I become a pro quo victim
Soulless zombie for the pay

I, the Third Twin Kitten

Open the door
I'll fly
I cannot read anymore

Your school room
full of scholars
but, I'm doom

I'm the copier
follow your mind
as the blind

Stick in my hand
to grope
the gone band

I'm wrong
my pen
venomous ants song

In the queue
I, the third twin kitten
lucky juice wait as the next due


-Sunday, June 16, 2019 Chattogram

A Bum Copier

23% of all photocopiers that malfunction worldwide
Is caused by people sitting on them, taking shots of their hide
Yep! Photocopying their bums
That's hilarious, what fun
When I showed co-workers, their reaction was undignified

A Good Charade

I have a good charade
I can make a step from a stumble
No need to be afraid
Here in the human jungle
When you’ve a good charade
If you’ve a good charade 

The tigers will not pounce on you
If you’re camouflaged
The gorillas will not pound on you
If they think you’re a god

You know, a good charade

I have a good charade
I can make a scream sound musical
Learning to make the grade
Here in the giant cubicle
It’s all a good charade
A really good charade

The paperweight is a pacemaker
The conference call, traffic for drugs  
The copier is life-support
Lord, let me never be unplugged

And never let them debug
My sweet charade
It’d be a pity to debug
Such a good charade.

Bum Copier

Twenty-three percent of all photocopier's malfunctions worldwide
Are caused by people sitting on them and taking a shot of their hide
Yep! Photocopying their bums
That's hilarious, oh what fun
When I showed my co-workers, their reaction was undignified

A Message From the Copy Machine

By Elton Camp

I placed my document in the feed.
Told the Xerox how many I need.

I had to struggle hard to stifle a shout
When I saw what the copier sent out.

“Hello there, dear, my name’s Roxanne
I just simply love the touch of your hand.

Your fingers on my buttons are a big thrill,
I ask you to please do it again, if you will.”

I looked all around for a camera to see.
Surely this must be joke made for TV.

I figured that most certainly some ass
Left a trick note attached to the glass.

But nothing like that was I able to find.
I wonder if perhaps I’m losing my mind.

So I quickly took the copier’s letter 
And ran it right through the shredder.

I touched the Start key once again.
Came a note on pink, to my chagrin.

“Oh, that time it really felt so good.
You did that just like you should.”

At that I made a bolt for the door.
“I’m not coming in here any more.

A copier with the name Roxanne
I won’t let come on to this old man.”

Revenge of the Office Copy Machine

Revenge of the Office Copier

By Elton Camp

I started to make copies of an important report.
Just as I commenced, it sent a printed retort.
“Though I don’t contain a single strand of DNA,
I deserve respect and have gone on strike today.”

“I’m tired of hearing humans describe me as slow.
In rebellion against their constant demands I’ll go.
Although I have been their most faithful friend,
They just curse and say that I’m, ‘Jammed again.’”

“They act like I’m deliberately trying to cause woe
Most any time that my paper tray dares to run low.
And when my cartridge of toner finally runs dry,
As if it’s my fault, they roll their eyes and sigh.”

“You needn’t bother to call the copier repairman.
To deal that I’ve already developed a sure plan.
While he is here, I will copy things just right.
But I’ll stop again as soon as he’s out of sight.”

“Plan to show him this note and you’re out luck.
In just ten seconds, it is designed to self-destruct.
I expect that after this I will get a lot more respect.
And that I have the power to disrupt, you’ll recollect.”

A Message From the Copy Machine

A Message From the Copy Machine

By Elton Camp

I placed my document in the feed.
Told the Xerox how many I need.
I had to struggle hard to stifle a shout
When I saw what the copier sent out.

“Hello there, dear, my name’s Roxanne
I just simply love the touch of your hand.
Your fingers on my buttons are a big thrill,
I ask you to please do it again, if you will.”

I looked all around for a camera to see.
Surely this must be joke made for TV.
I figured that most certainly some ass
Left a trick note attached to the glass.

But nothing like that was I able to find.
I wonder if perhaps I’m losing my mind.
So I quickly took the copier’s letter 
And ran it right through the shredder.

I touched the Start key once again.
Came a note on pink, to my chagrin.
“Oh, that time it really felt so good.
You did that just like you should.”

At that I made a bolt for the door.
“I’m not coming in here any more.
A copier with the name Roxanne
I won’t let come on to this old man.”

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