Machine Poems - Poems about Machine

"Humor can alter any situation and help us cope at the very instant we are laughing." –Allen Klein A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR BLUNTS THE SHARP BLADES OF REALITY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I lay on the table, a modern-day sacrificial lamb, pillow cradling my head, a fortress of foam and fabric. Then came Velcro, the sticky embrace of a high-tech straitjacket, my legs...

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For those who still doubt the unreliability of AI detectors. In this poem just change the word "half" in line 18 to "58%" and paste each in an AI detector (e.g. scribbr.com or quillbot.com) you will be amazed how AI just with that substitution magically changed its judgement from "between 58% – 100% AI detected"...

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In Mr. Potato Head Lounge was a vending machine A new liver or kidney could quickly be seen If you put in three quarters out pops a heart No surgeon is necessary, this is a great start You can jamb it into your holes all by yourself No doctor or hospital or pills on a medicine shelf Don’t you wish people...

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Roll up to the amusement arcade. Behold all the video games you can play - Dodgem car driving games, smash-'em-up derbies. Claw-crane lunge-and-snag-a-toy games, Pop-a-shot in basketball hoops, Pac-Man, Mario, Galaga, Street Fighter. Way-back in the far shadowy back corner is the Old ‘Pinball-For-Poesy’ Machine, with lights blazing like a disco-machine. “5 Stanzas Fires for a Buck,” reads the sign. Come on, Come on, give...

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A collection of transistors and wires is all I see. You are something fabricated by Fantonucci. I see a vague resemblance of a human being. However, you are not a person; just a thing. Programmed to provide love and affection, but what you give me is all imitation. I want to send you straight to the scrap heap. This kind of...

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Beneath a drop cloth in the back of the mind hums a machine— gears oiled with old lullabies and levers etched in looping script you almost remember learning. Turn the crank and out drifts a smell-- maybe floral, maybe musty, maybe something like your grandmother’s books just before snow. Sometimes it spits out something that never happened— like a birthday party in a treehouse you never had— still, you...

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the machine talks when the mind is mute-so let creativity shine ------------------------------------------------------------------- **the ai machine eliminates imagination; it cannot replicate the feelings, emotion and soul that goes into writing poetry. Being old school, I write to the best of my ability instead of trying to improve it by other means- or trying to outdo another writer if I...

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If I had a time machine I would give it to someone else Because deciding on whether to go into the future Or back into history would cause me unbelievable stress It would be easier to stand by and watch...

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War Machine Get ready to bring down the house. The politicians took down the barriers. Weare running out of time. Missiles are flying. Wehave lost our independence. Put up your fist. The people have decided. Stand up and fight. Take down walls of reason. Stand up and keep on believing. The government is corrupt. Weare...

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Machine Into Man No human soul Manipulated to control Implanted a computer chip Freedom is lost Can no longer think for ourselves Pivot into radio darkness Branded with a code Red eye, always followed One with machine Man has decayed No more soul to sell The end is near All shall disappear No more memories...

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I am a self made machine, Told I couldn’t fail, Yet told to have fun, Told to be young, But there’s work to be done, When there's work to be done, Do it in order, Takes you off course, When the time is thrown off, Throws me off course, When nothing is in line, What throws us off is the lack of a dime, When a machine...

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Millie, the mermaid was a reading machine. It started with a shipwreck, among the marine. A library for a king had gone down in the wreck. I can teach myself to read, she said without genuflect. She started with picture books, one word on a page Those old Dick, Jane and Sally texts which tells my age. Moved on to primers...

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Wish I could just go back in the time would it be even considered as a crime? Just so, I would spent some little more time. Time...only with you which always feels too short as if we both are living on our life support. Wish I could just trade some of our tears, So we both could share together a few more years. If not...

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There is an enormous gumball machine in this hair cutting place. It was probably gleamingly shiny and beautiful once. Possibly held three hundred thousand gumballs. Yes, Virginia, it is that big. This machine is pathetically empty now. There are only enough gumballs to fill the bottom inch of her bowl. I feel sorry for her....

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In shadows cast by metal beams, Where whispered thoughts and silence teem, A cog in the machine does grind, A pulse of purpose intertwined. It turns with grace, yet feels the weight, Of countless hands that twist fate's gate, A little wheel that spins and spins, With every turn, a story begins. Among the gears, it finds its place, An unseen force, a quiet...

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