Machines Poems - Poems about Machines

My supervisor is a young, soft spoken Asian gal... Who averted my eyes as she handed me my end of the year "compensation award statement". For working weekends and holidays being an absentee on birthdays and funerals (thank God). Despite the company riding the gilded air currents like a diamond studded albatross, I'll get seventy-three cents an hour raise. I met her eyes...

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Have you been stripped bare once more tonight? Didn't you? Not like every other day— Today, you chose to do it yourself, Hoping to tame his rage before it erupts. But fate repeats itself, Just like always. He arrives— You smile, Hoping to soften his mood, Yet that stone-hearted spawn Doesn’t even look at you. Unhinged, he unzips, Like a machine, he flicks on— Twisting your legs like...

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If ultrasound machines of the world all break down We had better make friends with nocturnal bats.brown. They use ultrasound to locate and navigate There is one hanging by my west garden gate Vampire bats could help us diagnose disease Be polite and make sure you use thank you and please Nurses and doctors will have to be trained to be...

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Rechargeable Machines Rechargeable machines for holding electrical energy enjoy listening to feral wind. ...

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Efficiency, anxiety Result, vanity Success, burnout Alienation, disguise Unconscious, relapse Control, coact Apologist: own merit! Arbitrary, reclusive Circus, bread Conscious, blurred Acceptance. Commotion, trivialization Affection, weakness Love, liquid Affliction, medication People can no longer Human beings. - Bruna Beatrice....

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Build machines than can Plow and harrow fields; that's what My country need now....

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Old school candy that used to be 1 cent now 25 cents...

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Lake county music company filled with slots carney folk real carny folk the little pete's illegal gambling road show throughout the Midwest gaming like your idol Frank Peter Balistreiri the mad bomber stops Metropolis Karnak Danville Indiana storefronts rented videos games cigarette coke cola poker pin ball juke boxes even laundromats I was a...

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Fear you announce to whom you love Shaking their hands yours in glove, The rich foods into your mouth shove While watched by one you think you love. Then, you are below not above, For much skewed is your show of love: You never will rank with the Dove; In dreams your type gods away drove Try with children to wild streets rove, Round...

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My vacuum is a robot My tumble dryer, true They're programmed to assist My world And keep it ordered too I feed my dishy-washer My clothes go in a box It's where the magic happens Yet It always eats my socks My telly can now do things I cannot understand With mini robot partner here Clamped tightly In my hand The toast it pops. The microwave, It sings me out it's...

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from SELL OUT Nick Armbrister New Planes They say peace will reign but in America/they build many new warplanes/the new B-21 Raider bomber/what a nightmare dream for enemies/plus the superb V-280 Valor tilt rotor/moving troops twice as fast/what will be revealed next?/state of the art lethal aircraft/utterly the best beyond compare/Red China and Putin's Russia has cool...

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It was a dragging argument For the need to funds augment: Ten voices in Duke's Department, Their owners in Fred's Apartment; Not sure of Duke's contentment With talks on firm's new investment: Mention of fridge,no compartment... All men shouting: poor comportment! "This company is reputed, Even as it is refuted" Still motives being imputed; To staff's quest...

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When and if the time should ever come when all is said and that can be has been done And the only signs or form of life that remains is being kept alive via electronic machines Believing he could no longer or would wish to fight on otherwise he surely would have Then gather round all that loved this poor soul whilst still alive...

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Afternoon autumn Our neighborhood goes crazy Like living in a dentist’s office Drilling sucking blowing Whining wincing scraping Gurgle My head tilted back With a book on my chest Mouth wide open Staring into the glare of the final high sun....

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It’s the key, and the unlocking. It’s the face staring down from the 13th floor while we look up, squinting at the sun. Everybody’s on the run and looking behind them, knocking on closed doors while looking through the hole and wishing it was locked. Still staring down from the top floor at the ants in the street, wanting to jump but unable to open the...

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