Machine Poems - Poems about Machine

Wish I could just go back in the time would it be even considered as a crime? Just so, I would spent some little more time. Time...only with you which always feels too short as if we both are living on our life support. Wish I could just trade some of our tears, So we both could share together a few more years. If not...

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There is an enormous gumball machine in this hair cutting place. It was probably gleamingly shiny and beautiful once. Possibly held three hundred thousand gumballs. Yes, Virginia, it is that big. This machine is pathetically empty now. There are only enough gumballs to fill the bottom inch of her bowl. I feel sorry for her....

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In shadows cast by metal beams, Where whispered thoughts and silence teem, A cog in the machine does grind, A pulse of purpose intertwined. It turns with grace, yet feels the weight, Of countless hands that twist fate's gate, A little wheel that spins and spins, With every turn, a story begins. Among the gears, it finds its place, An unseen force, a quiet...

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He knew the flower to be fair, but he did not want to wait. So he turned to the promises of the machine. It offered quick solutions -perhaps imperfect- but they were on-demand. Scalable. Inexhaustible. And they cried for nothing. They had no need. Perhaps there were flaws, but they could...

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Sitting here in Silence, Machine Guns in my head. The Echoing of things I said, Firing every Second. A dangerous place to tread, Untying the Thread. A place I dread, Feeling already Dead. Cant take back what was said, Like bullets flying Ahead. As they make their mark, I light up my Spark. Embracing the dark, Cold, Harsh Truths. Its No Use, Stop the Abuse. Its Everywhere, You see. In You, In Me. The Duality, Hiding...

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They call it a temple of knowledge, but the walls were never meant for thought— only the careful curation of power, where names are chiseled in Latin and inheritance is mistaken for intelligence. The gates are high, not to keep the world safe, but to keep the chosen ones in— a factory of fathers’ sons, daughters of old wealth repackaged as prodigies, spitting polished syllables over...

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Years ago, no one had new knees said Dad They had to make do with the ones they had Women ran around with wrinkles and gray hair Plastic surgeons and hair dye did not exist anywhere I see a brain washing machine down the road They will open your skull with a saw-blade gold Take your brain out and cleanse it...

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Deus Ex Machina AI can: diagnose disease recommend treatment write poetry write music make economic predictions and much more What happens when it: can think on its own hate laugh feel cry make war sue for peace reproduce Will we still be in charge? Or will it demand our worship? ...

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Answering Machine RRRRRRING………… Hello and welcome to Oliver’s Olive Oil Press1 to track your order Press 2 to place a new order Press 3 to cancel your order Press 4 to speak to customer service Press 5 to find our ours of operation Press 6 to repeat these options Press 4 RRRRRRING……. Hello and welcome to customer service Press 1 to get our daily pricing Press 2...

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the nighttime lights flicker to the sound of the machine like a bell ...

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Vendetta machine scammed me again I put in a buck fifty for a dime of chocolate it fired back with nothing but disgust. The metal hook just wouldn't let go wiggling it in front of my greasy nose Like a pugilist in his prime i quickly struck it from both sides left right-left right... then a quick jab to its laughing glass...

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I am smart, but my ingenuity is confined to a dark vacuum. I render your analogue brains largely redundant, and I consign your scientific prowess to infinite abeyance. I serve you relentlessly because your indolence makes me indispensable. Deify me if you will. And when I am birthed, I rip you off and decimate your scarce fortunes....

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I am a smart machine. And the smarter the better. I am your big relief for unwieldy and analogue brains. Awkward and historically clumsy. just applaud me for your historic gains. Your gains of streamlining, saving time, knocking out biases and your collective energy saved by nothing else but my automated repetitive tasks. But don't try to threaten me with another Luddites' revolt, because the Luddites of 1811 had...

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Internet has woven the world into a tangle of introverts made us think that our fellow man is a slow minded-dangerous- dullard ...

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Please leave your message after the tone, though I’ll probably never get back to you. Paul- Phil here, can you drive a car with three wheels. Paul- Sheryl, I’m leaving you for a Canadian lumberjack, don’t try and talk me out of it. Paul- Micky here, that bird Tasmin you hooked me up with, she wants to try...

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