Short Automaton Poems

Automaton green beans
soon ruled the planet.
Resistance was futile
we were conditioned to think
they were good for us.
If only they had been 
brussels sprouts,...

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The solder was pointed the wrong way
falling scrap metal through the Scrapyard's chute
"Please, be loved," it said,
"this automaton has nothing left for itself,"
resonating equally 'warm'....

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without question
en masse
robots
respond
without question
en masse
......
...
"i am the borg...you will be assimilated...resistance is futile...all is considered...
you will adapt...

stan sand...

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Aaron Judge is the latest young phenomenon
To excite the fans with the power of a automaton
With monstrous power
Competition he devours
This gentle giant will reign forever in the upper echelon...

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years of feeling then what?

when I die,
leave my body
no longer mine.
I do not wish
to part from feeling.
even pain told me
I was aware.

does spirit feel
or is it empty?
automaton, 
singing praises.
I fear that loss
of connection.
emotion is not a waste.

how will I be happy in heaven
or know the difference in hell?...

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MATERIALISTIC

           A MIST or ICE on a TRAIL, will not stop a MATERIALISTIC
           Person who loves to shop, without paying heed
           to the cost of purchase, buys for desire and greed
      An automaton autocratically authorizes Avant-Garde accessories.








John Derek Hamilton
December 16,2015
2nd Place...

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I used to be excited on Fridays.
I used to have interesting plans.
My weekends were non-stop hectic,
my time was in high demand.

Now I live in repeated patterns,
I’m a servant to boring routines.
A fleshy teenage automaton,
waiting for science to intervene.

Oh, I'm readier than a girl-scout,
I’m more prepared than a marine,
I’ll be out the door like a cartoon coyote,
the second I’m shot with vaccine....

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If in these times we wane or waver
If those who question fall from favor
The consequence could not be graver
obscured is the terrible toll

Manipulation is slow and unseen
Lives controlled by a corrupt machine
when no one remains who dare intervene
Each person just playing their role

Tyranny's voice deflects and maligns 
Propaganda alters the minds
The terms of freedom redefined
Automatons robbed of their souls...

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Yes, I love you
How do you feel
That I am your automaton
And it is your worship
If I kneel

I know love
By the cruelty of the cross
And not one i.o.u in the mail
Yet I thing of it
And know I failed
In my belief

For did they too
not even think
How was God to die
And if he did
How could we live
Without him again

Calvary
Is not a place alone
It is all the memories
Of jasmines
Balming my fears
With perennial predictions 
Of easter's horoscope...

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I sidle a hand through the ink-bleeding screen,
My automaton heart now a fistful of glee.
For a flickering vigil in Purity's name,
Lie comatose dour mockery of roses and flame!

Only such beauty in idyll remains
Soaring from laughter 'fore its wilted decay,
‘What gorgeous weather we're having these days’ —

I'll be wringing out my bones and hanging them up to dry
once the sun grows far too bashful a rival 
for the concrete shadows of a Haptic sky —...

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