Short Bradbury Poems

One wretched sinner
One lost, drowning soul is saved
By thee, precious Lamb...

"Just as I Am"
Poem by Charlotte Elliot (1835) Music by William B. Bradbury (1849)...

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I 
don’t want
to call you
my grandmother.
You appear human,
You are just a machine,
programmed to act like nana.
Electric flows through you, not blood.
Brother and sister love you.  I don’t.

Based on the short story “I Sing the Body Electric” by Ray Bradbury

Robert Pettit...

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this game of faces
played out pages fast,
fret filled thoughts, dark places
stuffed full brilliant cast,

dream parts falling
barked out loud,
haunting muse keeps calling
hid by gauzy shrouds,

but if "a little wise the best fools be"
can verse be looked upon so proudly,
or should we, as Mr. Bradbury agrees,
just be "stung with a theramin, loudly"?...

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I am so sick of a sixteen year war.
Of killing and fighting, I want no more.
So much blood has been spilled on the land.
It is time for someone to take matters in hand.
I want you to see my newly-invented machine.
It will remove guns, tanks, and bombs from the scene.
This renders all metal objects into worthless rust.
You should see my method is the most just.

Based on the short story "A Piece of Wood" by Ray Bradbury...

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A collection of transistors and wires is all I see.
You are something fabricated by Fantonucci.
I see a vague resemblance of a human being.
However, you are not a person; just a thing.
Programmed to provide love and affection, 
but what you give me is all imitation.
I want to send you straight to the scrap heap.
This kind of machine is something I can't keep!

Based on the short story "I Sing the Body Electric" by the late Ray Bradbury

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