Long Robotic Poems
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Silver blades in deathmatch, sound of thunder, lightning cuts flesh in half.
Robotic feet march, shaking redwood trees, frightening bird wings.
Bobbing heads in claustrophobic helmets, decomposing.
Cannonballs block out the sunny skies — fate’s abysm.*
Fat furry rats scurry, from trench to trench that reeks,
With dead men’s bones and meat, like drowning flotsam.
Tears like a raging hurricane scream out,
For their mother’s arms to hold them tight.
How is it, the sun’s glow appears?
The nightmare’s invisible.
You tuck your son in bed
Then kiss his sweet head
And shake with fear.
Will war grab
His soul?
NO!
3/19/2018
Line Gauthier’s A Melting Snowball Contest
*syllable counter counted abysm as two syllables but dictionary has 3
im irish
outta new york
your 2 turn in a table
gutter pork
fake brass rings detailing how
wedding ventures
meet her news cow
ill and straight
the dhali llama's
trying to show you
how nazi's brew
throw in one jew
now celebrate the kings wife
she's hung like dmx on top of kobe
these are some objectives and adjectives
help sums grow up
grewsome's is a vowel
mispaced the sentence
outside your lyricist, my old acquaintance
clauses and gangs go back like jezebel
she his daddy, he dont ask for lunch
dumping registers at confession
the worlds gonna die
hes torching fella's
back to the doctoring
thats he has a phd
in patching news in
just as the aorta implodes
now momma's family used to drive mr patton
gotta clue about how robotic his dvr habits
i all alone, my lifes work is about housing laws
just for the hell of it, i'll describe why
people grow up in democracy
get flushed out in american
thats a credit card
nazi's embezzled our granparents with 'em
like holocaust bars
same old owner on the ship
rocking chairs and social security hips
oldest cons in the game
very honest
still nobody to guillotine and blame
his bank account never dark budgets
me im a egotistical calculator in your village
‘Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful.’ – Molly Ivins
El no Tuskmusk to Mars on high, sigh …
rockets in his pockets, Spacex no wimpy latex
Earth’s too mundane, drives him simply insane
not enough lanes for Tesla’s electric cars, a pain
this what a fly on the wall heard him tweet neat
His TBC Boring says humans are asleep, snoring
Starlink is soaring with Neurolink probing robotic chips in brains’ dips, humanoid robots devouring
X’s bitter, Twitter as name was not enough for astounding fame, freaking wacky wealth game !
The first
close-up of Mars was 1996 since then-
a flotilla of fly-bys orbiters landers and rovers
fourth planet from the Sun
roman God of war it is called
always the question is Mars habitable for living life
key to existence water is there water on Mars
could living creatures still exist
perhaps WE will become life on Mars
a continual chain of explorations finding new discoveries
polar ice caps
drifting clouds in its atmosphere
seasonal weather patterns
huge volcanoes the size of Arizona
canyons and proof of former flooding
it is rocky and cold and dry with a-
a hazy pink sky (that seems beautiful to me)
is Mars habitable for humans
the Curiosity Mars science laboratory
rover is on a bold exploration of discovery
for science
for technology
to find answers to questions and questions
did you know you could send
a postcard to Curiosity
the future holds promise with the launch in 2020
of a robotic science rover seeking life
all part of the Mars exploration
program to address the key question
the potential for life on Mars
And why 2020 you ask
well that is when Earth and Mars are
in the most advantageous positions of orbit
but for me there is another key question
would I-
leave this beautiful place of Earth
for a unknown existence
on a planet rocky cold dry with volcanoes erupting
but oh
something about that hazy pink sky beckons
______________________________
June 22, 2015
Free Verse
For the contest, Subject Mars, sponsor, Joe Maverick
Third Place
I never have been great with technology,
but in this world today I’ve learned I have to TRY to be.
It started out with clocks and cameras for me,
and suddenly I noticed it invading the TV.
From banking to online work and commerce, we can see
everyone’s gone digital with smart phones and 5G!
GPS is all the rage; soon cars you’ll drive hands free,
and Facebook wants to have us in a Metaverse of reality.
For music, games, books and movies (often there’s a fee)
digital is everywhere, and I can foresee
with A.I. there well may be a robotic crime spree!
All the better that we have the best cybersecurity.
March 12, 2022
For Simon Rogerson's Let's Explore Digital Technology Poetry Contest
It is not negligence on my behalf...nor is it yours
It is the mere fact, of not enough time in a day
It is not a beg for forgiveness...nor is it a forgiveness cry
It is a knot, a knot that ties us to our robotic habits...work perhaps
We the unknown...must show our faces
Let others read our eyes...with no words spoken
Oh Silent One...can you hear me
And Broken Wings Dear Heart, take our bandages and let them heal you
Let Winged Warrior spread his love and light upon you... pass it on to others
Let the Sunshine's Smile warmthin you
Let the Lyric Man's songs bring music to your ears
And finally, when the Poet Doctor...comes knocking at your door
Let him in, welcome him...show him gratitude
The only medicine we need...is one another
We are he, and we...are all together
We are poetry
Don't you dare call my home,
I have no time for you.
Instead, our information we give out merrily,
To Google, Facebook and others unseen,
Of these...there is no lack.
Worse, we don't care if our cell phones
follow our tracks.
Nor hundreds of ad clicks, those monkeys
on our backs.
Clack, clack, clack.
Add the government who
follows your keystrokes.
And cameras taking our
pictures like paparazzi.!
Google filming your home?
Sometimes I feel like we
live in the land of the KGB
or Nazis.
But bent out of shape are we
by robo calls?
And never a thought how equally
robotic are we,
When we cannot leave our
own voice, God gave us on own
our phone.
So relatives can hear that
damnable robot message voice.
Hardly,a chance to rejoice!
As humans are replaced more
and more,
I helplessly try to stop this
and find it a joy to talk to a
human in any store.
If you can find one, not on a cell
phone,that is,
That's hardly a call for yet more
technological fizz.
People still need to earn a
living, robots do not.
The list is long with those
out of jobs,
As we have become such
technological snobs.
Oh~ my God!
Panagiota Romios
3/4/2019
"Who Am I"
Voices in my head the unheard of
They mimic, they pester, they lie
All to just torture my mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
I question I can no longer answer
They've erased Me, Myself and I
Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Someone now just a faint memory
Lost somewhere forever but did I die
Did I turn tail with yellow spine
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
From the torture cocoon to robotic host
Manipulated, Influenced, Punished but why?
They see through my eyes while I'm blind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Definitely not this important of a man
Given mental beatings if I try...to defy...
The skin of their evil, zombified defined
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Twenty-four hours every single day
Twenty-four hours every single night
Twenty-four hours of a continual tortured mind
Who Am I...
Who Am I...
Because I do not even exist anymore
bmdavey@ 09/09/24
The Sea of Tranquility gives rise to a parasitic plague,
Colonizing mechanical machines grinding,
Robotic arms frantically fabricating an inhospitable habitat.
Plumes of blackened smoke drift off into zero gravity—
A profuse profanity birthing intergalactic implosions.
Forfeited steel domes replace a once-pristine satellite,
Whilst humanity, like vultures, journeys to their new paradise,
Foaming at the mouth to exploit the dark side of the moon.
Looking outside the frosted rocket's windows,
Earth's decaying corpse is nothing but a mere memento mori in the rearview window.
In pods, pale and emaciated-
muscles atrophied,
they sit behind thick goggles
deflecting stroboscopic lights;
huge headsets droning weird sounds.
Each human in a private pod
lost in grounded bliss:
every want and need, fulfilled
thru technological wonders;
instant information, entertainment.
Touch of a button simulation
to other places, via virtual reality.
No need to travel.
Invited humans to visit in 3-D;
necessities, via robotic drones.
In pods, ashen and gaunt,
they sit: empty, smiles,
traveling to unknown places;
eyes blinded from reality,
heading for grim, robotic essence.
A bleak view, future existence;
gray humans in gray sunless pods.
The world unto themselves;
life via at-whim commands.
More to say on the progression-
but I have too much to declare.
June 11, 2017
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: The Bleaker The Better
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 06/25/2017