Mechanical Poems - Poems about Mechanical

Love is non-mechanical it doesn’t crank, pinion or always work dependably. In cavalier moments, I thought I knew something of how it all works— it’s apertures and shafts— its grinds and reciprocations. I’d judge it’s motions work its levers, judge its spins, and address its slippery angles. You could call me obsessive but obsessive people don’t obsess this much. You could call me compulsive but the compulsive aren't this compulsive. All...

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In cogs and gears, her heart does beat, A clockwork girl, both strange and sweet. Her eyes, like polished brass, aglow, Reflect the time, the world below. With gears that click and springs that chime, She measures moments, day and time. A copper bodice, sleek and tight, Holds secrets in the fading light. Her hands, of bronze, a delicate dance, Point to the hours,...

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In a cyanide night and neon stars, I lose myself in reflections of a mechanical city, Humans, these flesh-and-blood dreamers, are now mere pulsating organs of machines, In an eternal dance of digital desire, where each touch is an impulse, each kiss a data transfer. My consciousness flows through cables and circuits, seeking answers in the labyrinth of...

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Soft ivory pages, crisp and new. Insulated from the world's harsh truths, Snuggled in the comfort of rote learning, it waits. Protected from challenging ideas, Camouflaged as a bastion of knowledge, Ignoring sounds of a changing world outside. Each lesson absorbed, concepts released, The slightest spark of curiosity dimmed, Minds anchored to standardised forms. Slow to evolve, the system creaks. Returning to the safety of...

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ill never get used to the numbness that tinges away at everything every movement a rusted nusiance as if the words that make up my reality are too much to bear there are no creaks or technical things to tweak because i am still unfortunately, a biomechanical thing instead there are aches pains issues that, like the rain always streaming down my face struggles to catch...

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Amy Ingram, who lives next door, like nobody, you've met before, always talks with a whirring sound, and walks an inch above the ground, all mechanical that's for sure. She reopened the hardware store, mending microwaves and mowers, AI hope for our run down town, Amy Ingram. Red capped residents, soon got sore, said "this ain't our town any more", but some of us stuck to...

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My Best Mechanical Friend You pester me with the slightest errors. You bing and bong Giving me night terrors. I want drive along And not listen to musical scarers. It’s three degrees and you let me know. You shout at me. And then you show On the dash a disaster ahead And you bing and bong While but nothing is said. You’re a lovely car...

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not mechanical minded In my new life in Portugal, living in a small village and before I had a dog, I needed to explore my new country I bought an old motorbike (Zundapp) the seller advised me to buy spark plugs, so I bought a few which I put in the tool leather bag under the seat. After...

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A hundred years from now or in the next moment I will be dead, gone and back. Not this 'I' with its sticky ego gumming up the works; forever tinkering, jury-rigging a mental machinery that was always poorly designed. Most likely, baby me, is already out of the chimeric soup, he or she probably made of spare parts also. Are we are all variants created in a biological...

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Watching the first light of a Mechanical Dawn cress the filigree of a divinities detonated forms, LIGHT! Breaks cold & precise The passing of morn Processing the binary of life The stains of tachyons The...

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The switch clicks the power surges The beast it comes alive The reels dance to a silent tune And the screen becomes a mass of light. It awaits its first victim of the day The victim who is desperate to play. The addict who knows he cannot stop Even when that last penny has dropped. The beast falls silent The addict walks away But...

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There is a machine that can duplicate all you do, Even think all by itself. Just one can replace an entire crew, They will come for your job, out of the blue- They are precise, and fast and stealth. There is a machine that can duplicate all you do, Like a head spinning, mind blowing deja...

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computer madness sonnet computer madness infects my soul every day when I turn on my PC and encounter endless haiku error messages constant crashing, constant eating my files at times like this it seems to me that my mad as a hatter crazed computer is plotting against me and only me it wants to drive me quite insane sending me...

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Equal and Opposite In stone, fruit, thought, breaking free like fugitive drops, from arrest to arrest, gravity punishes inclination. Mechanic, escarpment-teethed it grinds the inconstant glass of orbital fall, mental elipse, until the motive light again leaps up, and on, out, over, in, and through trailing like a spray the bright scarf of un-Newtonian surprise....

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In Systems Theory there hides a transparent bias toward positively resilient systems And there hides an unfortunate bias toward magically created mechanistic systems Competing in hierarchical global networks empowered from sublime Above and from Outside domination by missionary zealous soldiers, LeftBrain elitist owners and their diabolical industrial worker flies, Including a few elite wiser and smarter predative inventors of ever-better and faster and convenience-enhancing mechanical...

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