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No one knows from whence they came
No one knows their names
But there are microscopic “men”
Computing thots inside my brain
Androgenous android nanotechnology
Sent nanoprobes into my ear lobes
They’re nameless, shameless, from the unknown
Making my skull their new home
They’re like lice eating my mind
Foretelling my doom in good time
Storing my memories in Morse code
Transforming them into strange songs
Translating them into what’s right and wrong
After a many a long years
One returns to my ear
Slips thru the Eustachian tube
Used earwax like it was lube
Stopped at the edge like it was a door
His feet on my skin like it was the floor
For the first time saw the real world
And faintly whispered...
“What the...?”
fter nine episodes
Our new generation must know
The whole thing started
With President Carter
Who was in the Commander's chair
And the computer dreamers were setting off Internet flairs.
Billed as a trip back to the matinee cinema of decades ago
It was a marathon sci fi adventure picture show
Star Wars it was called
And the movie industry was in awe
Starting off in the middle
This space air force tale was all the twitter
Starring one who made a mark with the name Hamill
During a time when Dorothy was not in Oz but doing a camel
Then there was Eddie's little girl
Who was cute as a pearl
Add a hunk named Han solo
This fantasy project was a Go Go
Light years past with everyone taking other gigs
But when duty called the troupe made the franchise their digs
With the final one released
And the storm troopers are now resting in peace
Taking over the Jedi force
Is Daisy Ridley who just graduated from the light saber course
Carrying only one-word name right
Rey dug in her heels with all her might
As she fought a fight that was her descendants’ plight
But this seemed to be all a dream with all the work in front of a green screen
Geared to an amusement park ride
The latest Star Wars entry tried
It was nice the characters brought everything home
in a saga where everyone found a friend when they are alone
After nine episodes the credits have run
Saying goodbye since the good guys won
Skywalker, R2D2, C3PO, Chewy
Your mission is complete
And Vader no longer has heat
Han and Lea what can we saya
Besides we hope Lucas now can a paya
Now with everything in the can
And you have created all these costumed hams
May the force be with you
and many thanks making all this look cool.
Android, light a fire!
Melt down metal and stone.
Forge of these a wire.
O hateful, hold thy own!
Hordes of havoc, ride with fate!
Loose thy battle cry!
Warrior, thy will is hate!
Compel these to die!
Sigh, O waiting ladies?
Not readily, good sir.
Look up at the Pleiades!
Reality, just blur...
Automaton, black abyss!
Apocalypse; kiss.
Flock of pelican, fish. Grow, gris.
Serpent coiling, hiss.
Bile and blasphemy, break. Be.
All tomorrow, flee.
Beat of my heart, suddenly!
Vision means to see...
Cold confusion, coffee cake!
Help a brother out!
Vampire, do ye fear the stake?
Dragon, do ye doubt?
Flame eternal, burn within!
Blanch, O fire of Sin!
Scorching heat of oven? In!
What ye dream, begin!
Light of spark and intellect!
Brilliant is thy glow!
Raven of fate, how you pecked!
Necked and tossed below!
Chain unbroken, forge. Deep gorge.
Weathervane, point. Sight.
Unit twenty, thou art corge.
One it takes to fight...
When everything to bits is blown and all
remained of us are brainless bits of bone,
I wonder who will see our species fall,
all snapping selfies on our Android phones.
He’ll have to be E.T., most certainly,
to have survived a fool’s apocalypse.
And if I’m right, he’ll use telepathy
instead of flapping gums and smacking lips
to share with folks back home our final tale:
The town will gather ‘round our foreign friend,
his star-boiled gils resembling flaky shale,
and all will think as one, until the end,
and then together shake their slimy heads,
distraught to learn our parents slept in separate beds.
*Proudly written on my phone
while waiting at TGIF for a haircut :)
Rust Never Sleeps In Machine Town
(Android Life Tied To The Town Clock Tower)
Intelligent machines tread heavy on ancient dust
Streets vacated in history make room for bots
Above the square a tower clock holds power
With the motion of two simple hands it moves
Counts out eternity, motion, order and more
The last remnant of the biologic ones now gone
Androids pray to Saint Nano of the Seconds
May their subatomic quarks live on forever
Synchronized down to the fraction of divinity
Where particles take mysteries apart
AI has no choice but to look up at high noon
It is a western town with no cowboys or saloons
Two bright lights fashioned in their heads go out
Rust waits for them in the afterlife suspended
Something must have happened to twelve o’clock
As the time piece above the town strikes five
Hands no longer move and what else is new
When androids cry they rust in place
Perhaps Machine Number One stepped in
The Master Programmer planned the end
Nothing exists for miles around aside from dust
Ghosts fill in the distance between heaven and earth
Rust never sleeps when machines shut down
For creators of the biologic ones time runs out
behold, the Paranoid Schizoid.
lost in the void,
he’s an android.
the Victim of a cruel trick,
a tragic sort of magic,
there was no favorable pick.
i can see it in your eyes.
they don’t speak lies.
we were caught off guard.
oh, my life, a splintered shard.
during the sunshower,
i confided in the loudest flower.
and just like that, said the Bard,
i’m somebody else’s card.
fall into, out of, orbit
your perspective took a hit.
strangely, we might be in pain.
call your name in the rain.
“listen to the radio man.”
“radio man’s got a video plan.”
my common sense speaks louder,
“you’re just a creepy stranger.’
just bit overzealous,
with a tad bit of malice.
i acted too strange.
it pushed you right out of range.
i wanted to write a song.
no, wait, i see where i was wrong.
dangit, it’s rock or bust.
but i really like this dust.
this a careful path.
i don’t want to feel this wrath.
but if the Schizoid’s left to rot,
we might dare to strike back, slingshot!
this thing’s a failure flight.
this doesn’t seem too right.
i’m afraid to die alone.
but now you’re gone.
now we sit in this bar car
singing “won’t you take me far?”
but honestly, this isn’t okay.
i was horrible; i’m not okay.
It is undoubtedly true. At times I doubted that we would pull through.
Remember this: Although the journey is difficult, within site is destiny.
Not far from the banks of a large and winding lake, about a mile away from where my bride's life story began, is where there stands a little country church. It's where the two of us presently worship.
For documentation, both the Android and iPhones were there.
The parishioners sat patiently in the pews to witness.
The mistress of ceremony conducted us faithfully.
And the minister officiated and prayed for us.
And then, there we were, my bride and me,
renewing our wedding vows after 50 years.
I realize that it truly is history, but still at times,
it all seems a big mystery. Notwithstanding, I spend
no time in wonderment about where all the time went.
The decades of time are swallowed up inside our hearts,
and there it shall dwell until the two of us in our race
toward oneness in marriage have turned to dust.
The mystic of marriage is the pursuit of two becoming one.
Such mathematical feat does not make sense for mortal man.
Yet, since Adam and Eve, that has been God's Divine plan.
My bride and I said, "I do" in 1972, and we said it again Sunday, in 2022.
Through mountains of gain as well as through valleys of pain, our love has
remained. Albeit, so much has changed. And yes, it's most certainly true.
Our beautiful bodies have been totally rearranged. But our love remains.
Our God has been so very near and awesomely dear. In spite of our own
fears and tears, it is His Grace that has gotten us here. We always thrive
to do our best, but the secret is out no less. I tell you. The secret is this:
There is no gold at the end of the rainbow, and my bride and I have not
nor will we reach marital perfection.
070622PSCtest, Anniversary. Sara Kendrick
Poem : my heart
Oh my heart
What happened to you
Where is your lub dub,
Where is your fuel
Where is your beating
Why my body is heating
Oh my god my cells are greetings
Is this a kind of meeting??
My doctor say something different
There is a complications that is an agreement
How could you do this, my heart?
Dont you love my rib cage
Why you want to close my life page
Please atrium and ventricle
Listen me its a gentle.
Please go backto your musician contest
Do beating and do fantastic
Please heart keep healthy
Donr break my hope you are my rope
I need nothing you are everything
Now I come to know there is importance of health something!!!
Oh my heart
What happened to you
Where is your lub dub,
Where is your fuel
Where is your beating
Why my body is heating
Oh my god my cells are greetings
Is this a kind of meeting??
My doctor say something different
There is a complications that is an agreement
How could you do this, my heart?
Dont you love my rib caAndroid Why you want to close my life page
Please atrium and ventricle
Listen me its a gentle.
Please go backto your musician contest
Do beating and do fantastic
Please heart keep healthy
Donr break my hope you are my rope
I need nothing you are everything
Now I come to know there is importance of health something!!!
Poet : bhoomi bhardwaj
Shapes, colors, and surfaces have long nature shone.
Anthocyanin in plant sap gives blossoms their tone.
All tones in the universe bear upon humankind.
Waves and waterfalls etched them and mixed their shade.
Convey the can as you scale the stage.
Time-frozen iconographies suggest a swage.
Plenty of vivid glass catches the glow.
Irate particles romp on men's mental stow.
The reflection turns into a textual kaleidoscope.
Colored focal points require fewer scopes.
An orchestra of renovated wedded couples.
Flawless faith, hopeful person sees are ambles.
Portrayed as intelligent, smooth, and vesicated
Heartfelt, tribute, neologisms, and undefeated
Breeze, arthropods, tomorrow existence.
Immortal, everlasting, fluid, and uniqueness.
I cross the means no less than six times each day.
Shading hidden by business has changed our stay.
Medication and nutritious food scoundrels sell in the media.
Helping and executing purchaser lunacy mania.
A softness showed two similar views, one on each side.
The right eye sees truth while the left sees hatred.
Genius is connecting light shards social joy and bliss
He was imprisoned in an application's abyss.
Intriguing gizmos enrapture an expansive client base.
Fresh iOS and Android pimps are joining the robot race.
Expertise has supplanted skill in this serene stream
Rough labor, uniqueness, and prior heresy are extreme.
All these are linked to the hues glass and kaleidoscope.
Vision has shifted as a result of the modernity slope.
A lively soul distinguishes a plasma from a flower.
Portray our creation with the original god's power.
Written: August 20, 2021
August 2021 NA's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Kaleidoscope Poetry Contest
Judged : August 23, 2021
Please bring back the pain
Because at least I know
I can still feel
The last verse I wrote
Drained me of all emotion
Of all devotion
Now I'm an android
Mechanically writing a verse
It's truly a curse
And I don't care at all
I was too proud for the fall
Now I watch it all burn
Bring back the pain
It's all I've got to go on
Watching the setting sun
Push my buttons
Sell all of my things
Push me aside
I don't feel any of it
Because a robot can't feel
Only relay facts
Each word is an echo
Eclipsed by stronger emotions
When I wasn't devoid
And I never gave a damn
I was too proud for the fall
Now I watch it all burn
Bring back the pain
It's all I've got to go on
Watching the rising sun
Bring back the pain
Won't you please bring back the pain
So I can feel again