Who made them richest?
Innovation made them richest, does it? Really?
Yes, what about people who are using and paying for that
Aren’t people who made them richest?
It’s the intelligence but people ignorance and no intelligence made them richest
Did they invent something which saves life, expands life and people were after it?
No, not really something which infact not really use for them but still we have been attracted or rather the perfect word used is marketed, hence they became rich.
I really not understand being engaged in a app, tool, machine made them richer rather than inventing a life saving drug.
Now, with the whoesome money around the world, they are dreaming to occupy the entire planet or being patent for another planet of this universe.
People are really good great and less intelligent, more life goes on by looking at others.
People loves to look at himself, so people nature made them richest.
Categories:
machine made, character, confidence, creation, feelings,
Form: Free verse
No one nor you, me love, be free from flaws,
A flaw endears more than it ever irks,
It sounds strange, dimple a dire flaw ere was,
Life comes alive with foibles, whims and quirks.
A mortal life and faultless? Holy Grail,
A perfect head and heart in faultless flesh,
Is not it too much of an obscure tale?
Perfection’s a pathless pursuit, no dash.
If a thing of art has to be alive,
Forget the fault of faultless offering,
Whence ye think a ray of light would arrive
If there's no crack nor yet an opening?
I love you dear nigh just as ye have been,
A-perfect-you makes you nigh but machine.
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Sonnet | 07.08.2018 | beauty, perfection
Poet’s note: Imagine a couple in conjugal bed and discussing. The lady seems too keen to have a word from her husband describing her as one with no flaw. The man tries to bring home the point that a thing of beauty is always alive like Nature, and yet cannot be perfect like say a machine-made art. Nature is beautiful despite its subtle imperfections.
Categories:
machine made, beauty, for her,
Form: Sonnet
Tiny phonograph with a small turntable,
Her child toy that lights up her eyes.
As it spins and turns with its now blurred label.,
It plays the songs in Mother Goose guise.
She becomes mesmerized, unable to leave.
Her sight is fixed on the round plate.
Has it become magic? What can she believe?
Quiet time's gift is parent's placate.
One day it happens! Rising up from the floor,
Songbird machine, made to enthrall,
Lisps forth a sad song as it floats out the door.
Hushing her thoughts, she looks at the wall
Categories:
machine made, child, music,
Form: Rhyme
bicycle shows ignorance of man
it summarizes man’s limited status
the most inefficient machine made
tires burst as often as possible
spokes break with no warning
frictions are all over the joints
chain breaks and breaks and breaks
very unstable two-wheeled machine
humans have fallen and broken limps
but man still uses the bicycle
as one of best machines invented
and walks with nose in the air!
Categories:
machine made, humanity, satire, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
It’s all the little things noticed or found
Introspect details about human flaws
Draped over sparse and electronic sound
Speaking specifics on love’s small faux pas
Lingering decay to crush broken hearts
That thud to machine-made, synthesized beats
On a low-end keyboard and salvaged parts
Locked into sad loops and doomed to repeat
Sorting the issues of small town affairs
Hopelessly hopeful that things might work out
Where controllers fail to capture the snare
Left to lay tracks made of sorrow and doubt
Calmly relaying bones from an attic
In heartfelt words and digital static
Categories:
machine made, computer, heart, lonely, pain,
Form: Sonnet
That an oral tradition has had such a lasting impact on humanity is astonishing.
Since they first came out of the mouths of people,
they have shot forth like an ever expanding bullet.
Through the barrel of time, always changing; morphing into other languages,
distorting and splattering themselves onto pages with God as the culprit.
1455: Gutenberg disassembles that power at the pulpit, and with his machine made it safe to handle the story, and for it to continue--fully automatic in the hands of the people.
Loaded onto ships, cocked back, bound in leather, and overseen by sages they became
canon fodder for vast bodies of people. Left to ponder this; the power of the old English word, and if all the dead had heard.
Categories:
machine made, america, bible, discrimination, religious,
Form: Free verse
im a demon cast away call me legion im not one im many
ill give you brain power for every penny
send me back into the stars coincidentally
i claim to be friendly until you offend me scripture is my destiny
i bring arctic darkness bitter bliss
and heartless im missing my compassion like im partless
no one can conduct alchemy without me
run into the wind so hard inertia felt me
physically im missing pain receptors its sickology
im not a man im a machine made from evil technology
my mission is simple its to make you go missing
middle of the night you can struggle you can fight
huddle down night vision i can see you high pitch
they raise crosses like they know the lord
I sliced my human side out so i could afford
to be brutal inhuman consuming the very thought of god
Categories:
machine made, art, death, depression, faith,
Form: Personification
Prayers upon prayers
In ceaseless array prayers
More than enough
If counting rain drops
How many prayers
To help those below
Overwhelmed with disaster
Man made, machine made
Natural disasters, too many
For earth to bear
Prayer upon prayer
Heaping platters of prayers
Beaches of scattered sand
Needing much much more
Seems to be evermore
Prayers upon prayer
Please preach evermore
Who hears the prayers
of those below
Categories:
machine made, allegory, angst, introspection, natural
Form: Free verse