Long Automaton Poems

“Some Other Poet, White Iris”

When I look in the mirror what do I see?
I question existential questions and fiction, 
my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me,
perceived through the glassy tear film...

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“50 Words for Poe: Automata”





Haunted eyes of an automaton
the monkey grinds his music
outside the Magic Theatre
Harry looks on

"For Madmen Only"

He enters of his own volition.

Boxcars he rolls
Double Sixes! the Macabre Maestro
conducts his orchestra
Hermine still sings

A...

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It is simple to laugh
at this sinister comedy,
ablaze with maddening duality.
A true scene of blood-thick bonds,
breaking never, but
somehow,
tightening, like a noose
around the throat of the last
living,
thinking organism,
ascending beyond basic self judgment,
embracing those strange strings
bound to...

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Suzanne realized as quickly as she focused her bottled up angst upon this young woman that it
Was misplaced.Standing behind her son with hands on his square little shoulders Francis eyed her in concern.

How can I...

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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans l'heure bleue deux"



He sits at his desk
like some frozen soulless
vintage...

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Silver and gold are the deceiver.

The Material World is maya, is illusion.

(Succor and destruction, the glittering 

night turns outside the poor, beleaguered poet's basement window.)

He carefully sets his life's work --- a steamer trunk 

filled...

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They say Marriage is a 50/50 love, yet
at its end I became that lonesome dove.
Seeing I was outnumbered, I slowly caved into 
her marital masquerade, a benevolent shapeshifter
of sorts in a solemn Pisces recompense of
"yes...

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From a mouthful of this morning’s eggs,
I pull bits of char from yesterday’s breakfast.
‘I had no chance to scrub the pan’, I plea with myself-
But I still smash it over my skull
like a cartoon.

Every morning...

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I know that there is no life without love; 
Only a brutal half-life, shadowed, a ghost of an existence 
And I know that there is no love without life 
And I know, too, that without...

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“O Judgement! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.” Willian Shakespeare (from Julius Caesar, spoken by Marc Antony)

The pendulum of time has swung,
From yester years when virtues ruled.
When love of...

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i watch you sleep
wondering where you are
the hair
falls down to the cheeks
spilling upon the pillows
moon intrudes
throwing shadows around
our cat stirs
your mouth is slightly open
as if you are about to whisper
i hear the violins leap in...

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The price was worth it, so it seemed;
It was right and not a penny more.
Here the clock will sit, here it will count            ...

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I just listened to you talk
Focussed on intonation and words
Chose not to respond
This isn't about if we agree or disagree
It's about whether love is based on liking and respecting the human that shares your space
I...

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there's a construction site close by, detour flag-man calling 'keep moving'...
so iris and i day dream on the back deck....
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when breakfast, it's...
butter-flies, and cheer-ups...
sights, sounds and open windows...

iris, my cat loves...
to lay, across a warm...
shoulder,...

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We two are designed to these ebbs and troughs,  
Gyro dynamic tempos to clench the soul, 
And gnawingly let go,
Let flow 
Far far away into sunsets,
And let grow further away into context,
 Vegetate a...

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"Haute Desiderata" 

things of beauty
drip off bodies
transitory

le rêve privé
vague veil 
reveals desiderata

transparent
magical
pomp

exotique
automaton
idle idol walk

robotic
sensuous 
cool and vacant 

such beauty 
drips off bodies
transitory desiderata

elusive
illusory 
birds of paradise

haughty 
haute
pomp desiderata

gilded
graceful 
incomplete 

desiderata drifting
dwindling 
desideratum

elusive
statues idyll 
idle idol...

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Dull thud of daylight, I trust you
Boredom, I welcome you
I dare catch my bitter eyes in the mirror
Warm solidity recognizing myself within
I am not happy
But I exist
Have you ever rejected the world?
Refused it, just denied...

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Life, and the people in it, squeeze us into boxes.:
Sometimes we fit, sometimes not.
Often we try to live in a box not meant for us
To please other people: stressing, straining to conform
To social 'norm' or...

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Flipped hourglass: a slipped tide or a passed second, 
Has moved, like drop in a flowing river, beckoned;
Hourglass, an automaton, cannot run itself,
Humans must be at its beck and call, like an elf...

Flipped hourglass: a...

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Things have changed worldwide today, but not the joy
Of spring. The sounds I heard when yet a child
Of cataracts tumbling with joy, the air rinsed of alloy
And magic in all things pastoral, all things wild

My...

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I've heard that the water here will run dry around 2017
I wrote an essay back in 87 about fresh water
I was quite young to have any inclinations about the importance 
Water would have in the...

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Are you beige?
Do you speak with the rest?
words with no validity,
just like froth in the wind.
Do you copy and try to emulate your neighbour
to prove and justify who you are,
by getting a big car .
Do...

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Fashion’s symbolic sensuality draws eyes, stir passions and maybe even resentments!  =]

Of course, maybe you’re above worldly conceits, above fashion. YOU, go through life as unaware as sinless Adam and you’re excessively handsome, or...

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Midst many senior-citizens of our little township,
Has been Mr. Captain, a solemn man in his mid-nineties,
One, enjoying each-and-everyone's abundant friendship,
Who looked much younger, yet, as though just in his late sixties...

There's a secret hidden in...

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Cyborg Sleep

An image of a man stands serene against the rock cold wall
Vigilant eyes study the distant city
Elongated and curved shapes form in his mechanical mind
Only nature there to sense it’s out of place motions
The...

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