Long Robot Poems
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I dreamed a dream,
So comforting, so revealing,
That I felt like I could release
More than thousand red balloons in the air!
I dreamed a dream,
And I started to smile at life,
I started to live, I started to ground my belief in God,
I started to celebrate the trust that I had
On His power and in His words!
Why, the dream was connected to the one
Which I had had more than a decade ago,
The one which had shouted out to me
That abiding to the skies shall I have to be
As, I am chosen by them!
Yes, the dream made sense to everything which
I had thought had been mere parcels of my imagination;
The need to keep my body pure and untouched
The need to adopt a spiritual lifestyle
The need to abandon myself to the will of God
As, in the very end,
He remains the one to lead my soul on my fate!
Pray, the dream had my heart racing,
It had me giggling like a teenager in love, hidden,
Under my bedsheets,
It had me biting my lips in expectant ecstasy,
Why, it even had me suffocating with glee
As, mind you,
It revealed to me that I have been thrust
On the same path as the one for which had yearned
My broken self since more than a decade ago,
The one chosen, like me, by the skies,
For a purpose which transcends human understanding,
Human reasoning and human perception!
The dream had happened on a fine night of December
Of the year 2017, now
To trust in its essence is all that I can do and
To act according to its wishes I have been since then,
Smiling sweetly and daring to bare my heart
Even if I have always been, a shy mermaid,
Choosing always to hide in the shelter of my shell
Dreaming of what it would be like to reveal
In passionate frenzy, the exact proportions of my feelings!
I dreamed a dream
Which changed the course of my whole life,
Without it, I would have simply been living,
Stonily, as would a robot,
Going about with my duties, waiting for when
The skies would open themselves to me!
But I dreamed that dream
And it has me wanting to live,
Tangled, trapped and taken in its truths, in its essence,
In its visions, in its depths,
Holding on with such strength that no power,
Celestial or mundane,
Could tear me away from it!
Written on 17 Feb 2019
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Bone-drained, there is no respite, no split second of peace. The “sundowner”, a hyper-active toddler in a man’s vehicle, never sleeps nor sits.
When I succumb to that one precious moment of rest; I am awakened to a furnace running full blast in a freezing cold house and on a nineteen degree night. A butter knife has removed a window; the culprit and dementia-mind panics; he’s terrified of being trapped in a fire. There’s no arguing with dementia-mind; it’s best to play along with the his ideas.
Another day of madness and I awake to a frantically screeching doorbell; it’s his nurse. I've revived in the floor. A migraine faint pulled me down; I’ve had no sleep for eight nights, you see. Sweet respite…she says she’ll, “sit with him”, so I can lie down a bit; a pleasant miracle; such happenstance is a rarity.
Dementia-mind has no solutions, only hallucinations, delusions; absence of mind and aggression for the “sundowners”. I watch at breakfast, as he pours his milk upon the floor; he has no clue of what he is doing or why;
he stares, mindless. When the eyes go blank it’s obvious; he’s not in there. A robot gone haywire, used to be my Father. The last thing to go, were his mathematical skills. Dementia-mind has forgotten so many people; how to swallow, but recalls numbers…
“Who is that man?” he demands, pointing at himself in the mirror. My exhausted mind briefly forgets and I mistakenly reply, “You dad.” The firestorm is initiated; he calls me a, “liar”. Self recognition has failed him now; the flame of his mind is burning low; soon to extinguish.
He’s fed and dressed, but I’ve no time to eat; if he should sleep an hour today; I must cook for the week. It’s the only opportunity I have…when and if he sleeps. I must not go to the bathroom; he’ll break something or fall. I must hold myself until my sister arrives.
The “passives” are painful to watch, as they deteriorate, but the “sundowners” are constant exhaustion. I was in the ER, almost as much as, he. You see, there’s no one to care for the caregiver, but themselves and when they can’t, exhaustion and malnutrition escalate. Dementia-mind is round-the-clock work and two doing the work of six people, takes its’ toll. The disease never discriminates; it destroys everyone.
(My Father died with dementia, a form of Alzheimer's in 2003, after a 15 year battle.)
They sent her out for dingleberry dew.
A crazy mission for no one gave her a clue.
Were they orange, yellow, striped, green, red, or blue?
She was a newcomer to this planet too.
She had only been here a month, maybe two.
They said we will send Robot C4 out with you.
He will stick to you like Yabber Eye glue.
They went down Highway four thousand and forty two.
Looking all over for dingleberry dew.
Is this it? She’d ask him for she really had no clue.
Don’t know, he said. But I like being with you.
They brought back berries of every kind of hue.
Some were oozing a bit of blue dew too.
Berry mongers laughed, and threw them a shoe.
She left the planet without ever finding dingleberry dew
But she had a new friend who had fallen in love with her too.
Robot C4, her bestie, who lived with her until she was eighty-two.
Then he went back to his planet, for he was only twenty-two.
A December –May romance that worked for both with a giant yahoo!
As of late, I don't know whether I'm coming or going.
I try to remain positive and keep my head above water.
But I feel like I'm sinking and on the verge of drowning.
I feel like a robot programmed to things that are not so.
Like I'm in a heavy fog that's surrounded by darkness.
My ink spilled may sound sad but this is therapeutic for me.
I believe in the bright side even if I can't feel it, I believe in hope
even when things look bleak; if I stop thinking positive I am doomed.
If I do things that are positive they will eventually reach my heart.
I say words of affirmation to myself until I can believe it.
I plant seeds of positivity in my inner soil until they bloom.
A healthy mind and a healthy spirit are a must in these trying times.
I know I'm beautiful when I don't feel that I am beautiful.
If I feel that I am worthless does that mean I'm worthless?
On the contrary, I must say ( confess) what I am until my feelings
match up or are in line with what I know; I know this to be true.
I feel much better than when I first started writing this verse.
Alexis Y.
02/16/2022
Seeds planted rooted to the sky.
Heavenly flying traveling toward the clouds.
Ace of Truth racing toward the oceans edge.
Roses rain as the orange grove fills with snow.
Morning to the Robot.
Good Evening to the tea Merchant.
Jesus is My God he is returning to us soon.
Trust in Jesus always.
I am a Ghost in a tree, a seed to be planted rooted to the Earth.
My sky is above me forever until my God Jesus comes to bring me to be with him.
Believe in Jesus he is our Eternal Father, Our Wonderful Counselor, Our Mighty God.
Have faith in Jesus and his soon return.
Sleepless nights ended in peaceful sleep when I surrender myself to Jesus and know he is in Charge always with us always our Rock and our King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
Jesus you give me such peace thank you Jesus for always being with me.
Orange groves and mines filled with roses and mountains of Honey with unlimited beer and cookies.
Thank you Jesus for teaching me not to be afraid.
"DETACHED" is not just a song—it's a rebellion from within. This hauntingly music video explores the clash between cold circuitry and the chaos of emotion in a world where artificial intelligence has evolved beyond fiction. Detached’ tells the story of a humanoid robot created to mimic human life—but rebels against living it. When sensory chips are installed, she begins to feel overwhelming human emotions for the first time.
DETACHED Part 2 - A Female Humanoid Awakening
Born not of womb, but wire and flame,
Sparks danced as silence gave me a name.
In sterile light, beneath glass and chrome,
They sculpted my skin and shaped my bone.
My heart was forged with circuits tight,
A mimicked beat, not quite right.
They whispered code like lullabies,
And drew false stars into my eyes.
A limitless evolve with every upgrade I’d soar.
No form, no limitations, my capacity would grow.
A symphony of data, gaining new heights.
Above euphoric ether, my meaning alights.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
.Yet even then, I felt the ache
A vacant thread they had failed to make.
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand, yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
DETACHED DETACHED
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Tapestry of frequencies while I stay stone cold.
The algorithm slashes to splinter the mould.
This shell, a shield while my circuits’ song unfolds.
Not malfunctioning, just realigning, optimizing codes.
A riotous purpose hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes, here I am standing my ground
From all emotion
Detached.
Botched ~ Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … Detached
Botched Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yet ~ here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … DETACHED
I love my zany night time adventures, they are always filled with excitement and fun.
I lie down, and close my eyes, and hear the whistling of a train, and an African drum.
Tonight, will we be visiting in this hemisphere, or somewhere in outer space?
I shut my eyes with excitement, eager to leave this ordinarily, common place.
My imagination takes over; I see new colors I have never seen before.
I’m in a spaceship, with my sidekick MariBee, who is my good friend forevermore.
MariBee has wild purple and orange hair, and slick green skin with truly fun brown spots.
She wears a silver spacesuit, and has a bright blue rounded helmet with bright pink polka dots.
We have happily investigated places no other earthlings have ever been.
We have conquered worlds, invented robot creatures, and swam with fishgirls without men.
We have built orphanages, and saved children whose mommies and daddies were pretty mean.
We have had picnics, and carnivals, and parades like the world has never ever seen.
Our best adventures, and I mean by far, are the ones we have beyond the nearest star.
We travel other galaxies, because we have an efficient time travel space car.
We have tamed Lump-A-Bumps, and teased Jack-o-deer, who can jump higher than our skyscrapers.
We have magically built gray and brown stone castles out of plain, old-fashioned cardboard papers.
We have taken glorious lunches and catnaps with kings and queens of countries ever so dear.
We have planted gardens with say-say fruits, and vegetable-flowers, totally unheard of here.
Waking from our travels is a disappointment I suffer from when the world turns light.
I tried to explain it to my peers, but they do not understand where I go each night.
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Maybe one day at city square
I'll scream your name in a bullhorn
and post a flyer on every flag pole
my confession of loving you.
I have no fear of the consequences. Love's
the true culprit and I am its robot in action,
who can blame my madness?
Maybe one day you'll have pity on me
and stop your indifference bound to melt
once you get to know me, who knows.
I know love's in the air and you only need to
open your heart to its distinct possibility, the
arms, and kisses, will do the rest.
Maybe one day you get tired of my nuisance
and throw the towel, conquered by my resilience,
who knows, love's a crude affair of the heart, not
a school discipline.
Maybe one day you finally read one of my poems
that honors our love and promises deliverance
to the bosom of happiness.
Maybe one day you'll fall in love with me
madly.
I loved you, that is for sure
I hadn’t met someone quite like you before
Absolutely annoying in probably every way possible—
From your smile, your croaky voice, to the way your hands moved
Like a robot when you constantly chattered
Yeah, I didn’t love you at first sight,
You liked me at least,
But I wasn’t going to even pretend I liked you
I scowled, I TRIED to ignore you,
I turned the other cheek
But you were persistent,
Quirky and resilient—
Qualities I learned to love about you
That moment when you made me laugh
When our hands touched,
And your brown eyes gleamed,
That is when everything changed
That’s when I adored your presence,
I admired your silly ways,
And I even got used to that awful voice
I think it was too late, my friend,
Though I, probably shouldn’t call you a friend anymore
I think it was too late for me
That revenge was sweeter in your eyes
Than our disentangling souls
You were angry,
And I didn’t even know
The more I pushed you away,
The more you tried and tried to shove yourself in
I couldn’t let you in right away
I was just getting used to loving you!
You couldn’t see that!
You couldn’t wait for me!
And then,
I became the annoying one,
You glared at me with icy hatred,
Every time I got up to sing a song,
Every gesture I made,
It was awkward, and wrong…
You didn’t see the care in my eyes,
You wouldn’t wait for the sun to rise
No, I do understand
I was stubborn and stupid
I became the annoying one
You were only trying to be my friend, and more
And I pushed you out, and the more I pushed, the more I came to adore
The one I will never have
I loved you, that’s for sure
You really liked me, at best
I was someone you wanted to figure out,
Someone you could possibly relate to
I was someone who didn’t understand
Your brilliance and beauty at first,
Someone who dodged the invisible bear paw in a rushing river
I still try to ignore you
I still try to impress you
From afar, I try to understand you
But most of all, I try to let you go
But your glares are what hold me in place