Long Robots Poems
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the future is comingwriting.com prompt
the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world
will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel
will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all
will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?
the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see
but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome
and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
kill us first
Off the train I hit the streets
and start laughing. This is ridiculous,
incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipeds
have individual inner lives. Why are they doing
what they’re doing? I have no answer
New York City but to also go about my business
in this case prepare for surgery, survival.
But why survive with so many exact replicas
to replace me? A swarm of ants or hive of bees,
social organisms they’re called, climbing
over each other, avoiding bumping and amazingly
making way, anticipating the sudden turns
and straight paths of others, strangers but brothers,
sisters incubating, the cells of a small
organ, nodes of a single semi-conscious organism.
The concept of a higher power that cares
for me is also risible yet how else
can I explain the surgeon and his team,
robots and magnetic resonance imaging machines,
all primed and trained to save my life.
They are not particularly interested in what
I do with my time. I am immediately
in love with the Irish brogue of the head nurse,
the Indian skin of the physician’s assistant.
The long extraordinarily thin
fingers of the famous surgeon. All
mine to savor (and the other cancer patients).
Despair, lose all hope
that’s what the sign says at the gates of hell
and at the Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center the sign says
Be kind to our customers who are waiting and suffering.
Yesterday’s suicidal thoughts: the mind
is a clever servant, insufferable master. Therefore,
meditate on this: absolute need, dependence on the Other.
I still like Hombre, The Shootist and Ulzana’s Raid
but realize those dead heroes
were subordinate to society: the gun manufacturers who armed them.
Thus, I go for cancer tests, accepting, not predicting results.
Hero accepting help.
A torrential rain following five days of flooding,
tornadoes out west busting up wooden towns
all because too many of us are hoarding plastic, herding electrons.
None of us know how it will end, what the outcome will be
(of our surgery). The best that can be said is
Don’t forget to breathe. And you might
as well believe in that higher power.
Humans forgot all they knew, they become so useless like a broom with no floor.
Humans were replaced, leaving their knowledge to go up in smoke.
Humans let the robots grow and grow, till the point humans lost all control.
Humans were having fun, laughing, and enjoying the sun, that they became useless and forgot all of the freedoms they once had.
Humans were drinking and smoking, enjoying that they become unable to recuperate.
Humans worked for millions of years to evolve from living in a cave, it took them years to grow their knowledge, I hope and pray that they do not let it all slip into the abyss.
Humans are the ones who need to stay number one, to never let anyone take our place, for we do not want to become part of a failed organism.
Humans need to work hard, to learn, to grow, and live life with all that wonderful stuff we love and enjoy.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
“Good Morning Mr Wolf”
What an inopportune time
to fall in love
with a
new conceptual dream
of wrapping my body
up in blue skies
viral love robotic
you're somewhere
lost in the machine
cyber eyes
undressing
words hypnotic
that fly off my page
to you
soft as silk lingerie
another velvet Winter night
drowning
in the elemental you
desire closes in
around my naked skin
under covers of arctic fur
alone in a King’s bed
the monarch missing
lack luster luxury
you, the one
who was once weary
awake now
and it’s another
mourning howling
start to a long Summer’s day...
a lone wolf prowling
masked city streets
still breathing
hungry
for words
and the salt of satin skin
following that unknown
silk trail, the savage
forever beckoning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Good Morning Mr Wolf” / Patrick Watson
https://youtu.be/c5ORy8jyDpc
“Love Songs for Robots/ Patrick Watson
https://youtu.be/TgpRVGDfvxg
"Aren't you getting tired of wrapping the sugar around your ears
Cause all the flashy people putting the candy in their eyes
And all I wanna do
Is lay there next to you
Instead of staring at the black mirror all night long..."
"Day by day
watched you wandering through the streets
smiling through the window shield
How you doin' today?
Are you sittin' in the mad man's hands again?
I want you to know
you ain't alone."
“Good Morning Mr Wolf” / Patrick Watson – LYRICS
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/patrickwatson/goodmorningmrwolf.html
Tapping into our neurons
where only brain cells should go
Past dreams mean nothing now
unconscious thoughts just flow
An abstract realm of reason
touchpad signals unbeknown
Fires up, post-human imagination
our intelligence genes regrown
And so it's all written in code
old commandments redrawn
Binary replaces ancient Latin
age of replicants has dawned
Interfaced with artificial reality
and engaged to usb clones
We marry terabyte processors
reproducing ten billion drones
Reprogrammed ancient scriptures
floods overwhelm our homes
Heaven and hell's using robots
I-God now accedes the throne
By
David Kavanagh
Come out and watch two baby dinosaurs having a match...
will they hurt each other or enjoy this experience as they stutter?
How long will it take for them until they become groggy and itch?
All kids love this kind of friendly fight as they shout," Punch harder!"
Jeff and Garry creep, trying to get closer, but they push them off
with their enormous feet groaning as two vexed grizzly bears...
" Look out, Garry...they ares aiming at you! they seem hungrier than a wolf!"
But Garry in shock replied, " Compare me to an aunt being crushed by beasts!""
Garry, getting up, finally caught his breath screaming," Keep away,
just watch them fight, we're here not to cause any troubles today!"
" Fine," Larry said withdrawing his excitement which had built up too fast,
and as the little dinosaurs continued to improve their skills, a lightening hit.
Poor dinosaurs they didn't know what was happening, they only felt the quaking ground
and quicker they fought resembling two animated robots spinning around,
trying not fall on the grass and make a hole wider than a volcano's crater...
then they gained control and went on with their fight to be amused by the kids' laughter.
Children walking on the line, thighted hard enough for them no to fall down into the emptiness. They feel as they do, they walk on the line that their parents prepared for them. Children play games to disguise their worries. They do what it has to be done. A robbed chilhood far from innocent plays, but only waiting for a new class to make them popular or better than the others. How to be an "A" student?, how to be the best at sports?, how to be the best at music?, or how to better than the others? You have to do this, you have to be more than anybody. That's what kids learn, those are their everyday lessons. Empty adults teach many lessons with no mercy from the bottom of their ignorance. In a competitive world, I suppose is the right thing to do, to make them work as hard as robots. Far from this world, moved by machines, it would be nice to have children living in a children world. Without walking on a tighted line, but playing children games. No worries behind, no competitions, just friends to play with, a chilhood to be enjoyed, to be as they are...!, to be what they are...! Children but not puppets.
We've used our gifts to watercolor disease
potter haloes of love into horns of hate
knitting the fallout of nuclear dreams.
Evolution is unwinding at the speed of light.
DNA is strung about on the vine of the ID.
America the beauty, sounds like the death rattle of Rome...
Veins of freedom clogged by the cholesterol of ego.
Our elders sounding ever more unhinged...
In front of the world, they squabbled about nothing.
While her adversaries make recipes for bald eagle meat.
We've chained our children to iPhones and robots.
They have lost any semblance of an attention span.
Struggling with constructive criticism and compliments.
Everybody's pointing dirty fingers, only to be chopped off.
Black hearts and bloody fingers are everywhere.
From the White House to the churches of our God.
The four horsemen are approaching,
Albeit in the thin shadow of sundial time.
Feel their hoofbeats, clacking against cobblestone minds.
We are the strangest creatures...
those henchmen following the villains;
their urgent command we must obey,
a human brain we don't have as they!
Our shape is rather cylindrical,
our appearance is yellow or blue;
some have one eye, others two...
we are those minions so comical!
We set out to do unfair deeds,
deceiving people with promises,
" Vote for him, he's the best candidate! "
And speaking we shake hands...
hoping they'll go to the polls and vote!
It's such a campaign of despicable social hypocrisy,
we're limited in either intelligence or equality:
but what's in store for us, dumb robots?
They program us to their liking, afraid of riots;
and we keep on walking with happy hearts...
convincing folks to trust and believe in democracy!
Written on 2/24/2016
Heads spinning around and round,
Truth no longer first thing that springs to mind.
Integrity hanging on by a thread, as spin takes it out of orbit,
Trust buckled in for a bumpy ride.
Empathy losing ground to spin.
Lovers struggling to hold their partners,
As spin gets ever more vicious.
Spin on sex confusing all,
With dollars at forefront.
Hate moving into overdrive.
Apathy preventing breaks being applied.
Food for thought all spun out,
Fruits of labour spinning off centre.
Few friendships surviving the spin.
Only mountain goats sure footed.
Advertising with no restrictions on spin.
Children strapped to computers,
Inventing new ways to spin.
Families falling against the spin,
As parents practice spinning apart.
Schools spinning on new hubs.
Spin a constant danger to politicians carrying swords.
Voters either casting votes for top spin,
Or choosing not to vote,
Bowing to the no point spin.
Reporters who check for spin losing their bi-lines.
Robots replacing workers slow to spin,
Billionaires protected by a freshly spun cloud.
Books online getting story adjusted to suit new spin.
Drugs and alcohol paying spin undue respect.
Violence now out spinning peace.
Is it too late to take up tennis or cricket?
To take some spin off the top,
Giving hope and grace some time,
With spin doctors in Christmas Past,
Where tops spun true and goodwill was all we had in mind.