Short Sensor Poems
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ENCAUTISTA rivera ensor Johns
thermeable
molten
resin
made malleable
burnished
melting
in
luminous
freeflowing
dimensions
in
pubic patterns
Sensor on a relay, really?
These Brand-New cars,
aren't very easy.
It's like playin Parcheesi,
with old fartin sneezy.
Yeah, these brand-new cars,
sure, aren't very easy.
soul helps remember
the pumpkin's lurid visage
mindset sensor node
poetry scents a:
sensor
no sensor
sense or
no sense or
sense soar
no sense soar
sense sore
no sense sore
sense ore
no sense ore
but
scent sore
censors
send sore
sense or
no sense ore
stan sand
sensor
as he walked
through
the semi-dark
hallway
the light-sensitive
switches told the lights
to stay on
as he passed his body forming
a moving
interruption
to the
constant
flow of ... shadow
Nightmare revealed insidious corrosion
It had confused the subconscious element
Signature manoeuvre to sensor fusion
Align and contort the soul’s dismemberment
Surprise and attach signalling erosion
Oblivious to seal cracking detachment
Glory-Mae cuddled in her blanket awoke
Discarded ouiji board did hell’s fire invoke
Sipping formaldehyde with medical hype
A lab coat cloaked sterile destiny
Balding with bare hands to compute
Imprinting watery vitality to a blue tooth
Chip sensor, genetic desire plunges
Closeted towards strapped hardwired control
Engineers veer deaths machination icons
As chirping screens bleat out information barriers
To pass through fat nurses and white hallways
The delayed security of death
He invited a device
That pumped
Water from the well
It than sent the water to
A holding tank
Their the water was compressed
When the spicket was open
And the tank would send
A flow of air when
The temperature was
Near or below freezing.
The idea is to have all the pipes
Fully empty of water.
The device would send
Warm air thru the pipes
When the sensor sent
a sign a warning
Of freezing conditions
Why don’t you like to work for me?
I’m kind and gentle, not harsh or mean.
I need your help so I can stay clean.
But you won’t work for me!
I’ve seen it before, you work for others.
It’s not too much like cleaning gutters.
The task isn’t hard
I’m not catching you off guard.
STILL NOTHING?
You gotta be joking.
I’m waving my hand all over, right in front of your sensor.
Why wont you work u stupid automatic soap dispenser!
Ghosts Are Real But You Are Not
You Are Just A
Bio-Mechanism;
A Complex Sensor
Array, With
Repetitive Event
Synthesis Storage
Media And Goofy
Logic Circuits.
And Your Intelligence?
YOUR Intelligence
Is Wayyyy More
Artificial Than
Anything Imaginable!!!!
You Ain't Even A
Competent
Puppet!
What Else Could
You Be?
Please.
The Little Piece
Of Ghost
In You Only
Matters.
Oh.
AND The Rest Of It.
-Gray Squirrel
06-22-2025
WAVING AWAY THE MASK
black-winged
blackbird, flew
up the flue, flu season
a season away.
cooing cousins school
about the cruel world doubts,
dreaded days of spin-about,
old games of London Bridge
and Ring-Around the Rosies.
heated cheeks, sensor
defeated - it’s merely summer
plums - plump and hearty
incredibly edible.
savoring the sensation
as my teeth tarry
a wide-mouthed grin - insane
how happy that makes me!
5/19/2021
As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losings appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small
~ indictment at its worst, in all.
Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel,
God's willing servant, not enthrall
of self-love, hindering with its spell
and then to you, some hope install ~
As grace gives bearing ~ give console!
My love is starting to fade,
I don't know what to do,
The darkness is overwhelming,
But light's pulling me towards you.
No, you are the light,
And I'm trying to come closer,
And as you get further,
Over my mouth goes a sensor.
You don't understand
How much this means to me,
To find love and peace,
To find happiness and glee.
Now here I am,
So close I can feel your breath,
In your arms surrounded by lightness,
You are my savior as I am far from death.
As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests, adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losing's appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small,
-indictment at its worst, in all.
Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel.
God's willing servant, not enthrall,
of self-love, hindering with its spell,
and then to you, some hope install -
As grace gives bearing - give console!