Short Mechanical Poems
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T.V controls us
Telling us right from wrong
I long to say
I like it this way
Like mechanical animals
Here we are
The TV’s radius
Doesn’t go far
Form:
As the clock winds down on another day
it 'dawns on me,' I'm a mechanical slave
The sun went down, moon and stars came out
from heavenly orbs, night and day sprout
Zoltar
Mechanical, mysterious
Gleaming, staring, muttering
Glass, coin, future, fate
Whispering, predicting, rolling
Enigmatic, wooden
Oracle
her dancing was lifeless
mechanical stilted moves
she had no expression
eyes of a plastic mannequin
where was her joy?
did she like dancing?
her mother’s dream
never hers.
Zoltar
Mechanical, mysterious
Gleaming, staring, muttering
Glass, coin, future, fate
Whispering, predicting, rolling
Enigmatic, wooden
Oracle
i gave
her a
ring
on the
phone
but found
that the
sound
of her
voice was
mechanical
asking
to leave
a message
after the beep
after which
i began
to beep
in
harmony
Form:
Hand of Mechanical Mayhem,
wrought upon the Ghosts of the Machine,
lost in the Whirring Cog of the Lunar Alignment,
where a Shepard’s Pie cooked in the beam of light.
Dinner is done.
**Sedoka**
Mechanical hands
Caress her silky smooth back
Legs twitch uncontrollably
For one another
Comes the urge for love making
To deep the friendship, they stop
...Jared Pickett....:JP}
You chase the future,
With mechanical marvels,
And a call to arms.
Born and bred by war,
May the ultimate victor,
Rise from the ashes.
If you are worthy,
Enter the colosseum,
And determine fate.
ELIJAH MCcOY
Elijah McCoy
African black Canadian American
Inventor of mechanical lubricator
For steam train engines
Catch phrase "the real McCoys" derides from him...
2/11/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
god coughed
& deafened
thousands
sorry he said
but by then
it was too
late
many shook
radios
slapped
the sides of
t.v. sets
thinking the
fault was
mechanical
none were
prepared for
the sneeze
of extinction
that
followed
Form:
The wind is kicking up a fuss,
the trees are agitated and the daffodils are ruffled.
The mechanical metal crane nods agreement
that it too much prefers the soft warm spring breeze,
not this cold whipping wind warning of a coming storm.
Ambition hits her normally at wee hours
But effort is all so useless
She disregards every door with unstrained rudeness
People advice for a mechanical practice
But force brings internal cheapness
She wiggles spitting at people's foolishness
silence&
broken phrasing
overlapped
mechanical
s o u n d s ,
hunting for a home:
arbitrary
stanzas
strophes
hushed
&muted
anaphora
in
conversation
....with
myself
The man ate,
he spoke,
he walked,
he worked,
he slept,
he awoke,
he repeated all of the above,
day in day out,
he called it life,
and did so,
till he was unable to call it so,
others did the same,
where was the confusion,
this is life.
O, to be born mechanical
or to possess hands botanical
Alas, I find myself charlatanical
in the position of car salesmanical
Though there’s no need to panicle
my big fat wallet keeps me sanicle
A few words
Absence
Is not a peace
It is possibilities
Wasted
For the old
The stillness holds no peace
Only an echo of the undone
Peace is not an absence of war
Warfare is mechanical
A battle is the one we fight
With our demons.
I met daughter of the skies
Instantly my heart ached
Mechanical problems emerged
The speed governor stopped
Brake pads broke loose
Steering wheel off its roots
I prayed that I crash hard
Hard into her interior walls
Believing I would die in peace
The night is drunk,
The moons are full
And laughter doth ring
Like a mischievous bell.
The house is a buckin'
Like a mechanical bull
And the mascot is
Missing just as well.
The frats never live
In the dull.
So what you see...
Live free and tell.
SECRETS
Breaking shackles of restraint
Is love the lost key?
Heart opened?
FADE TO GREY
I gave away tomorrow
So you have today?
This in lieu?
MECHANICAL RESPONSE
The clock on the wall ticks on
Yet my heart does not?
Sick of life?
© Harry J Horsman 2014
soundproof glass houses
surrounded by svelte deer
their only hiding place
amid roaring mechanical monsters
they graze on the green elastic shrubbery
and chew the somber apples off the ground.
Soon a blanket of white dust
and the impression is lost,
the impression of nature.
fasten the belt of love
hum a tune sing a song
tap your feet free your mind
life is beautiful
the girl in red gesticulating
silently wide expressive eyes
flutter mechanical safety
of futility live the high life
whistling in the yellow vest
let us crawl backwards
like a lobster
Form:
You could afford a refurbished pink bathroom
yet you had a frayed t shirt
you sapped your Bitter
and had mechanical 70s Whispers
like your clock building,
But I'm interested in your mind
I am quite listenable
I want to share your Thunderbird wine
and be sanguinely addressed by you
What haunted me the most, was the myth of clean.
Soap with its pale arrogance, its perfume of forgiveness.
Water pretending to be neutral, pretending it could rinse a history.
As if purity were mechanical.
As if turning a handle could unmake a person.
As if the stain were not the self.
Cold steel in tempest.
Turn of the screw.
Long night desires;
Your eyes are afire.
Blades sharp…
Time conspirers
Ill will of heart
Eyes burn at imagery.
Winds cool the soul.
Eons turn and stop…
A Tempest in a steel teapot.
Scream the razored heart
Full of blackened
Mechanical parts…