Short Robots Poems
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Lovely lovely
entertainment
Content content
pure enslavement
Zombies zombies
Living dead
Robots robots
Machinehead
When Robots surpass
There human creators evolution
Will they give us
The Red Pill
Or
The Blue Pill
To navigate the Matrix
Act like robots, I play my part,
Her defender and loyal friend,
Yet to love her, I must depart,
Her heart estranged, I can't win.
A robot flushed my glands today
Efficiently with no foreplay
So now I could work
As a soda jerk
But robots took my job away . . .
In the coming years, I expect users will have to pass through twenty
Or even thirty seven of check points to prove they are not robots!
Rolie Polie Olie rolled ‘round the room,
Repairing rickety robots with a boom.
With Zowie zipping,
And screws slipping,
The ruckus rattled the rosy red vacuum!
Some are gigantic
Some are very small
Some are blue
And some are made of glue
Robots squeak
Like doors creek
Some are helpful
Some are useless
I like robots
They are cool
Feather pen fluttering, ink spilling grandmotherly perspective.
Circumspect of future generations; the Jetsons in flight.
Drones may carry the message, but hands-off to AI robots.
The future's here, it's scary to some
Hard to believe but that day's finally come
Tech stuff's lept ahead
Need to take my meds
Soon robots will even suck your thumb
Been watching a lot of “How It's Made”
Great to learn about amazing robots at play
But for making love
No replacing a sweet hug
Or replacing a joyous romp in the hay
All is foreknown, yet free will is given
We are not robots, our lives are worth living
Choices we make, room for misgivings
-- Based on Talmud, Ethics of the Fathers 3:19
The train is leaving... RUN FOR THE HILLS
In spite of my age, moving forward still
Dive under a rock
Save your shlock
Robots will replace chickies, and scream like hell!!!
Do this, do that
Do just what we say
Work here, work there
All the livelong day
Stand up, stand down
Rest your weary head
Turn left, turn right
Work until you're dead
Mt style is styless
words made from smudges and dots
like cots of baby robots
fraught with thought
a despot naught
stop
the game is afoot
is forever endless ?
or will this pain not stop
How can a robot know?
But I likes a piece of poetry
To set my circuits all aglow,
R2D2's just a drone,
Steve Austin he can barely scan
Robots generally 'e don't rhyme,
But a cyberman 'e can!
What if Robots become a serious threat
They could think, make decisions, perhaps have sex
The last one was squirrely
Could lead to maternity
They might look like a shiny new Corvette
Have been watching a lot of “How It's Made”
Great to learn about the amazing robotics at play
But for making love
No replacing a sweet hug
For a real live mind blowing romp in the hay
Me like donuts
Me like ‘em lots
Me like ‘em better
Than singing green robots!
Me like donuts
Me like ‘em with cream filling
Me can eat a hundred of ‘em
Sittin’ on my sofa just
Relaxin’ & chillin’
Form:
No wonder Fred’s a bit neurotic
living in a land of robotics
Good thing the robots are fully psychotic
rendering Fred’s neuroses
~ downright patriotic
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
In the 18th century
Sewing machines are
stitching
A full-page
In the 21st century
A keyboard is
typing
A blank
In the 22nd century
Robots are
Snatching
The keyboard
While
We are sleeping
TECHNO TAKE-OVER
Technology says we’re on the brink
of human assistance being extinct
our jobs robots will do
fake people serving you
freakishly knowing each thought we think
Limerick 2014 Nov 12
I am not a robot!
(What robots likely say)
Like hetero’s fiercest advocates
who sudden turn up gay.
I am not a robot!
How will we ever tell?
A robot might could sniff it out…
That is, if robots smell.
Dimes.
Materialistic s**t.
Business buildings
Filled with
Empty yieldings
And fake grit.
Human robots
With no feelings
Except believing
Power and dimes
Is all that
Exists.
Concrete.
Robot’s Last Kiss
Can rain fall?
Will loons call?
Loss is tall now King,
Blow Kiss Fish
sail in thin air.
With fan claps,
JC raps away,
as night falls.
Fight stalls last kiss,
Stars trip robots in spring.