Transistors fizz
Electrons bustle
As robots claim
The daily hustle
The hinges creak
The oil of words
Is missing from
The mindless herds
They oft parade
With heads bowed low
Quite frankly,
Nowhere else to go
As hooked in tasks
In ruts with traction
Replace the normal
Human faction
Robots make robots
Or so I'm told
They replicate
The lies they're sold
Perpetuating
All that manic
In ways that seem
Somewhat satanic
The robot wars
Are not to fear
Just realise that they
Are here
Dispense with screen
Release your mind
In un-robotic ways
You'll find
The beauty of
The world around
When eyes you lift
Will soon be found;
Through trees and rain
Bare feet on grass
A world machines
Can ne'er surpass
The pores of life
Should breathe it in
Beguiled no more
By wars of tin.
Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?
Inconsequential shallow words
ignorant, robotic policy
as a poorly trained parrot
ROBOTIC ART
A multi-dimensional
portrait
by artificial
intelligence
a algorithm
of
eyes &
memory
in digital
formations
layered &
scaled
to converse
&celebrate
&to acknowledge
the
extraordinary
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
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nature's winged gadget
cacophonic arguments
reconcile the day
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August 16, 2021
Here is R26475
He’s your surgeon, head of ward Five.
I have no word
This seems absurd
But he actually kept me alive.
Thank you R26475
Both knees are fixed, I can take a dive.
You helped me so much
My toes I can touch.
You’ve given me back my groove and jive.
We are happy to let you know that you have qualified for a $500,000 new house free of charge,
Said a computerized voice when I answered my phone.
No thank you, I say, and I click the receiver.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
Did you just hang up on me? A monotone computer voice asks me.
Amazing!
I hang up the phone.
Brrrrinnnnnnggggg.
The robotic voice says sternly, “I have reported you to the Technological Society. Police will be arriving.”
What?
I laugh and hang up.
The officers are at my door in seconds.
“Are you prejudiced against computers?” Officer Sternly asks me.
No.
“Did you hang up on one?”
Yes.
“Why?”
The computer swore at me, I tell him.
A total lie, but I doubt this is going any farther.
So now the computers have more rights than I do in my own home?
Just when I thought things could not get any more ridiculous!
To add insult to injury, my sister-in-law got the free $500,000 house.
Robot! Come, come here do it perfectly
Left-right move aside I need trolley
'Take with sincere'
'Shut up'- you fear
Everything will be finished timely!
- July 25, 2018 Chattogram
Robotics
Gears. Blocks.
Moving, building, impressing, sense of accomplishment
Intelligent, futuristic, privilege,
Robotics
She is opaque, at best she is vague,
living in a state of robotic floating.
She wonders if she could borrow emotion
from those whose moods are overflowing.
She feels fake, a skilled adult impostor
constantly fostering a false decorum.
Her life stirs in seasons of autumn
but her grown up has yet to blossom.
Her sleep is a vacation from immune,
dreaming in deep, emotive grooves.
Her awake is in a concrete room
where neutral moods never move.
She wonders when life withdrew
and she assumed an isolated cocoon.
She still sips life in small spoonfuls
that she chases with hope subdued.
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
Won't you crawl inside my pocket
Oh!!!
You Rock it Rock it Rock it
Don't stop Don't stop
Now caulk it
Big Rocket
Don't stop it
Don't stop Don't stop
Don't stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you penetrate my pocket
Won't you come inside
And rock it
Big Rocket
Don't stop it
The way you almost lost it
You rock it
Non-stop it
You violate my pocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you fascinate my pocket
So deep inside you rock it
The way you -
Oh!!!
You caulk it
Big Rocket
(Don't stop it)
Fantastic in my pocket
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
So fantastic how you rock it
You Rock it Don't stop it
Don't stop Don't stop
Non-stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you slide inside my pocket
Oh!!! So deep inside you rock it
You shake me and you shock it
Big Rocket You Rock it
Don't stop Don't stop Non-stop it
Robotic Blue Jet Rocket
How you came so hard
You Rocked it
"There's no reason to feel pain.
Rain beats down-sticks to my frame.
Clicking mind, robotic heart.
I'm going to fall apart.
Frostbitten fingers-I'm all alone.
Cold soaks me to the bone.
Colors bleed from the ground-
Can you kill this ugly sound?"
Without love, life would have no meaning
No incentive to get up every morn
It motivates us to reach brand new heights
As we greet each new day that's born
When we find that extra special someone
The world becomes so much brighter
Annoying little things no longer bother us
Our load seems a whole lot lighter
Imagine if the world never heard of love
Walk around in a robotic state
That's surely not an attractive scenario
THEY would decide who's your mate
Think I'll stick with human type girlies
Robotic women wouldn't ring my gong
Give me some sweet, soft, tender pink skin
Clanging metal wouldn't turn me on!
© Jack Ellison 2013
I wake up to the whizzing sound,
And see her going round and round.
What plastic hands and iron legs have you got?
The screws that do not rot being your inner strength.
What fuel do you use dear woman?
It has the power which all of us fear.
With love, joy and peace,
You are a robot with strong sleeves.
Ever determined to win our hearts,
Your glistening eye and electronic smile,
Oh I love all those parts.
All machines are reduced to dust
With your skill you earn our trust,
I pray for your motor,
To keep running and not be mortal.
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