Writing for Robots

Is it all robots?
My "friend says it's all robots"
Viewing my blogging.

Writing for robots-
The title
The new book...
Written for robots
Built by robots...
The world is
     Changing...


Search engines
Searching for me
Or at least
     Who they think I am
Web bots and rainbows
Bits and bites
And
Let me call a friend
     To have lunch with-

A robot can't do that
But I am writing
On an iPhone
My answering machine is
     Answering for me
And the thermostat is
Robotically
Keeping me warm

So then
This robot
Messes up
And I can't find
What
I've written

And then
I give up
And then
Inexplicably
I find it again
And finish

Written in real time
With a thing which
Does not
Cooperate fully

Very frustrating!...

The body robot is
Getting hungry

What to do
About
That?

The body robot-

I wish there was 

An app for that !

For feeding the 

     Biologic-

For dentist

For doctor

For relationships 

     Of all kinds ! ! !

-Just found an app for this!

Now robots are much more 

Symbiotic

Speaking together 

Happily 😊

But still 

Capitalizing

Uncontrollably!

The beginning of every line

When 

They should know

That's just not right !

They should know that 

     Is the  prerogative 

     Of the poet !

But they have not been 

Programmed 

For that - ! -

And that 

My friends is 

The crux

 Of this problem !

The robots can only do 

What they've been 

     Programmed to 

And if I can't stop them 

     From capitalizing...

How do we suppose 

We can stop them from 

Other 

More 

Sinister things ... !

Morning Coffee

Morning coffee
After a day
On the road
Yes
We saw wonderful things
But the rush of it
The push of it
Might leave one feeling
Exhausted

Morning coffee
Safely
Back home
I suppose
There is a
Balance to it

If I can ever find it

Worldly life
Seems to me
To be
All uphill
And then you're dead
What was it for

Always fighting
Always trying
Always an ego
To appease

Appeasing an ego
... Not so easy
They seem to have voracious
Appetites
They seem to always know
What's right
...or think they do

Morning coffee
Can I find that place
Can I find that space
The one that has no cares
Or worries
Within it

Let us try...

get back - jack

back up
back out
get back-
     jack

enough, enough
my mind

give me back
my time

allow the moment
to shine

how unhappy
must I get
before I realize-
I'm looking
in the wrong
direction

worrying about
the wrong
thing

this delicious - ness
this quietude
extends
within

becomes
exquisite

like fine wine
-with
crackers

like friendship
-like love

the mystics knew

they know it
now

i wonder

how ?

The King

Knowing a king is
Difficult
Everything revolves around
The King

All plans and decisions
Are his
All the world exists to revolve
Around
Him

This sort
Of thing
Happens all the
Time

Only his time
Matters
Only his
Opinion

Should one bow down
Kowtow?
Should one foment
A revolution?

The crown is of
Gold
Splendous
To behold

The cape is ermine
Bordered-
The greatest goal is
Order

Minions do not
Always agree
Minion me...

sometimes
Minions flee...

keeping options open
-pockets full of
bus tokens...

The Beauty of Blogging

poet
making songs
finding rhymes

it's like
puzzling out
some-
thing

what could the
meaning
be

and can I find-
a word
a relation
an analogy

what will it mean
to me
can anyone else
hear me

it is
comforting-
like scratching that
itch
completely and
comfortably

it's like a puzzle
a word game
which I can win!
because
I made it-
up

it's a little world
unto itself
within which
everything -should-
     make sense

all very short
-not difficult
to remember
-no chapters
-no index
-no storyboard

no editors
or other things
no papers to sign
no agent
no one to please

it is good to be
free

it also feels nice
to use the language
     as I like
to use the punctuation
to actually punctuate-!
rather than
to simply be
correct

all those long hours
in English Classes
sitting on ones
A****
trying to figure out
which rule goes to what
and where and whom
and why

why not spell according
to some rule
which never changes
the way a word is
pronounced...

don't get me
started

the beauty of blogging
is
this...  !



 

Death at the Rookery

seals on the rocks 
seals in the waves 
baby seals being protected 
by the mother seals 

gulls and pelicans 
cormorants 
waiting, hopefully 

heads bobbing offshore 
more seals there 
I never knew 
this was here 

and now they have 
protected it 
no houses will be 
built here 
to drive these seals 
away 

there is a volunteer 
with a clipboard 
counting 
     seals 

all the people marvel- 
carefully cross the railroad tracks 
to see- 
a sign needs to be 
put here
a sign for people
to read  

these tracks are real 
trains come fast 
through the trees 

some older folks 
supported by other 
older folks 
need to know

I can't believe
that no one has 
perceived 
the death 
that will 
happen 
here 

just a small sign 
a small crossing 
walkway 
would prevent 
the tragedy 

life and death
life and death 
-death at the 
rookery-  

stop

you will not stop 
you have been restrained 
and 
you will not stop 

how scared 
should I be 
how crazy 
are you 

you show up at the places 
you know I'll be 
police reports 
mean nothing
to you  

you hate me 

what did I do- 
but treat you well 
for so many years 

I miss you 

but not the bad you 
I miss the nice one 
you used 
to be 

the gentle and 
kind one 
the interesting 
one 

the one I would go 
swimming with 
the one I would walk 
through 
the fields 
with 

not this one 
which threatens me 
not this one 
which breaks things

where has the good one 
gone