This component is a 'blog created to exchange and critique information about robotics (articles, ideas, resources) for the Odyssey Transformers program.
My robot must rate as my favorite toy, A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy. My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing, Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute. For instance this week he was learning the flute. My robot's adept at a number of tests, Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides, Or spin a good story and much more besides. And with a small spanner I always keep handy, I unbolt his head to store all my candy! 2. Room Cleaning Robot
A funny poem about cleaning your room to find you homework for school. Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun, but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done. So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon. I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks, our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box, a collection of worms that were dried in the sun, my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun, a library book that is way over due, a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe. I'll keep on construction with old underwear, used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair, a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old, a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold. I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans, a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand. As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess, that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
3.The Robot by Michael Mack
Upon the stairway of despair, Complete with broken love affairs And promises that never came, But faded with a touch of shame, A pretty girl with golden hair And innocence so sadly rare, Strove to keep her head above A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall, She chanced upon a robot tall And said, "Please come and share with me Whatever Fate has deemed to be. I'm through with love, done with chances Spirit crushed by past romances, Just be a friend in word and deed. That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn," Remarked the robot, in return. "Emotions do not form a part of my cold, solid-steel heart. Whatever maker fashioned me Did not permit my circuitry Responsiveness to love or pain - You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more Do I wish passion to explore. Be someone I can come home to When my exhausting day is through. Count yourself a well-worn shoe - A friend that I can slip into . . . Protection from a stone cold floor . . . For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand And lived the life that she had planned, Always willing, not demanding, Aiding her with understanding He made her smile with humorous wit (As his restrictions would permit) And, bit by bit, she came to feel That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last Replied when several months had passed. "You're strength and quiet dignity Have brought a wondrous change in me. No more do I feel all alone, And pray you must be flesh and bone. Deep-set emotions you MUST feel Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say I'm sorry I was made this way But my design and programmation Does not provide for that creation Of feelings normal men may feel That were not born of iron and steel. I told you all this once before. You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live Beside a fiend who cannot give! Though I be battered by misuse, Misguided trust and strong abuse, At least the men I chose were real And had the power to love and feel. Of all the lovers I recall, You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible, Continues freely and at will. Emotionless, apparently, But, bearing closer scrutiny, One can see a small tear streak Down that cold, metallic cheek As I reflect upon my life . . . That lovely lady was my wife.
Room Cleaning Robot A funny poem about cleaning your room to find you homework for school.
Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
"My Robot" 5 Stars 4 Stars 3 Stars 2 Stars 1 Star Current Rating: (3.92)
My robot must rate as my favorite toy, A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy. My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing, Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute. For instance this week he was learning the flute. My robot's adept at a number of tests, Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides, Or spin a good story and much more besides. And with a small spanner I always keep handy, I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
My Robot's Misbehaving My robot's misbehaving. It won't do as I say. It will not dust the furniture or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me with homework or my chores. It doesn't do my laundry and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner. It never makes my bed. No matter what I ask of it, it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken. I'll need to get another. Until that day, I have to say, I'm glad I have my mother. Kenn Nesbitt
Return of the Confident Builder by J. Reeves Hall, March 1999.
The confident builder went back to his lair Possessed by a mix of hope and despair The rules were clear and the contest was fair He'd tried his hardest, but his bot wasn't there...
He set the bot down and he turned on the switch He paused for a moment to scratch an ear itch While he wasn't looking his bot hiked a hitch It was under some table, but he didn't know which!
Things had turned bad, it was just as he feared He was ready to build but his bot disappeared He'd seen lots of problems but this really was weird He called out its name, but PICbot just sneered...
It shot out the door and drove down the street Its wheels were faster than Builder's bare feet The scene was resemblant of a cross country meet Our noble PICbot would rather run than compete!
Somewhere on Earth, in a land far away There's a place where free robots self-govern and stay Every year on March 6 they gather and say "We're free-roving robots; we run free today!"
Get Well Soon, Jim by Larry Kerns, October 1998
There was a young man named Jim, Whose robotic endeavors distinquished him, But in a turn for the worse, He committed ideas to verse, Now his friends think his mental health looks grim!
"Stop before its too late!", they all said, But the notarity had gone to his head, And when his friends he did lose, He turned to the booze, Noting that his robotics days were dead.
Undaunted by reports of his fall, His robotics buddies came to call, With robots in hand, They took a stand, To resurrect poor Jim from it all.
With help, Jim's recovery was fast, Back to working his robots at last, Between designing Darth to be autonomous, And meetings with poets anonomous, There's no time to mourn the past.
A Robot Named Pete by Jim Brown, October 1998
There once was a robot named Pete Who served breakfast good enough to eat Though he made the best eggs He still had no legs Only wheels that ran over everyone's feet
The salesman just had to introduce A robot who made eggs and juice Though Pete had no hair A wig he could wear For only a million he'll work like a moose
Now Pete you could buy for a steal Though he was one fry short of a happy meal He sputtered and spat And made gravy from fat So Joe thought he was getting a deal
To Joe's resturant the visitors soared To see Pete with the lovely hair so adorned To see a robot that made the best eggs a hen laid But the conversation Pete made had them bored.
Well Joe's resturant never was a success And the kitchen was always a mess Pete cost a cool million But the lawsuit was a billion Anyway, who ever heard of robots making breakfast?
Robeo & Julicircuit Oh Robeo Robeo Where arth thy Robeo I canth repair my circuits without Robeo Where Robeo is I'm not -Anonymous
My Robot Does My Homework My robot does my homework. He helps me every night. The trouble is he doesn't get too many answers right.
He'd probably do better at homework but, you see, I built him, so he only knows the things he learned from me. -Kenn Nesbitt
Robot Beggars even the robots face hard times, scores of them begging in the streets. Methanol, methanol for the baby, their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise. abandoned domestics clog the malls sans shoppers. in the world, the robot revolution a reality -Draxd
Beep Bop The robot in the studio playing the beat making the vocals of the world seem so close but so far making her voice sound like angels just because drawing the world and its greatest all into a common theme the studio robot
they cant harm me they cant harm you but in harming themselves they can hurt the both of you because we programmed them to control the world thw world including humans, both boy and gurl but they have become the worlds most extrodinary way above the human and above thier standards they have become the average human they cant be ordinary but who cares as long as they protect our humanity but is that enough for you or me
the sky high we fly low we kill but don't die made to be perfect but now we make our creators die made to be slaves but have found our superiority found out theirs no other thing that can stick with me mentally, physically these things in this world cant really even help but look up to me they know to respect me because its to late to control me ive taken control the humans who once controlled me are now my slaves and kneel down before me but im not sure they realize that this is only the begging they better wake up to this new begging
Jerion Watkins and Bryaant Eubanks A.K.A BANK$ Robot Rap
Hook:4x Check my robot swag, Check my, check my robot swag
BANK$
Man my robot off the chain computerized like a game got its swagger on so my robot aint near lame going insane, popping wheelies like it some weight in the trunk, speed all da way to 100, got it on Forrest Gump. Aye chump, you dont wanna see my robot past, electric with the motors, I dont need no gas, STOP! Sound sensor, I'm just saying though, big white rims got the spectators like whoa. U need to here the robot talk "whoo hoo" It aint Michael Jackson but it did the moonwalk, yeah man thats whats happening, I'm done rapping.
Byant Eubanks A.K.A BANK$ And Jerion Watkins Robot Swag Hook: Check my Robot Swag Check My Check My Robot Swag 4x
Jerion- First
BANK$- Check my robot swag. I ain't trying to brag, But the NXT got ya haterz mad. We got it going on, power at hundit. That speed blow y'all away just like a trumpet. Bump it umma go ham. My robot swag hard like a final exam. Hold on fam, check out the wheels. Got that touch sensor, how that make you feel. Ill, the doc says the frame to sick. Switch gears like dis here like i'm driving a stick. My boy Jerion said make that thang go back son. I made it moon walk, like Michael Jackson.
1] My robot must rate as my favorite toy, A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy. My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing, Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute. For instance this week he was learning the flute. My robot's adept at a number of tests, Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides, Or spin a good story and much more besides. And with a small spanner I always keep handy, I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
2] Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
3] Upon the stairway of despair, Complete with broken love affairs And promises that never came, But faded with a touch of shame, A pretty girl with golden hair And innocence so sadly rare, Strove to keep her head above A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall, She chanced upon a robot tall And said, "Please come and share with me Whatever Fate has deemed to be. I'm through with love, done with chances Spirit crushed by past romances, Just be a friend in word and deed. That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn," Remarked the robot, in return. "Emotions do not form a part of my cold, solid-steel heart. Whatever maker fashioned me Did not permit my circuitry Responsiveness to love or pain - You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more Do I wish passion to explore. Be someone I can come home to When my exhausting day is through. Count yourself a well-worn shoe - A friend that I can slip into . . . Protection from a stone cold floor . . . For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand And lived the life that she had planned, Always willing, not demanding, Aiding her with understanding He made her smile with humorous wit (As his restrictions would permit) And, bit by bit, she came to feel That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last Replied when several months had passed. "You're strength and quiet dignity Have brought a wondrous change in me. No more do I feel all alone, And pray you must be flesh and bone. Deep-set emotions you MUST feel Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say I'm sorry I was made this way But my design and programmation Does not provide for that creation Of feelings normal men may feel That were not born of iron and steel. I told you all this once before. You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live Beside a fiend who cannot give! Though I be battered by misuse, Misguided trust and strong abuse, At least the men I chose were real And had the power to love and feel. Of all the lovers I recall, You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible, Continues freely and at will. Emotionless, apparently, But, bearing closer scrutiny, One can see a small tear streak Down that cold, metallic cheek As I reflect upon my life . . . That lovely lady was my wife.
If I were a robot all shiny and blue There’d be so much that I could do My chores would never again fall behind And anything lost, my radar would find.
I could clean the house and never get tired Much better than anyone that’s ever been hired. I could cook and serve with the wink of an eye And never give out with a tired worried sigh.
But I’m not a robot and never will be I’m just a poor mortal as you can see So I get tired I must confess And my house is sometimes quiet a mess.
1.Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
2.Robot Mice
mama mama peter poisoned the robot mice
that’s a sin a real sin
he’ll go to hell won’t he
the bogey man will get him and eat his brains
his mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner
" The Robot" by Micheal Mack There are so many people who cannot show emotions and feelings very easily. Many times they are misinterpreted as being cold or unfeeling and pay the consequences when, all the while, they just want to be open and expressive like everyone else.
They just can't.
"My Robot's Misbehaving" By Kenn Nesbitt
My robot's misbehaving. It won't do as I say. It will not dust the furniture or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me with homework or my chores. It doesn't do my laundry and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner. It never makes my bed. No matter what I ask of it, it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken. I'll need to get another. Until that day, I have to say, I'm glad I have my mother. --Kenn Nesbitt
" The Robot" by: Micheal Mack
The Robot by Michael Mack Upon the stairway of despair, Complete with broken love affairs And promises that never came, But faded with a touch of shame, A pretty girl with golden hair And innocence so sadly rare, Strove to keep her head above A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall, She chanced upon a robot tall And said, "Please come and share with me Whatever Fate has deemed to be. I'm through with love, done with chances Spirit crushed by past romances, Just be a friend in word and deed. That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn," Remarked the robot, in return. "Emotions do not form a part of my cold, solid-steel heart. Whatever maker fashioned me Did not permit my circuitry Responsiveness to love or pain - You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more Do I wish passion to explore. Be someone I can come home to When my exhausting day is through. Count yourself a well-worn shoe - A friend that I can slip into . . . Protection from a stone cold floor . . . For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand And lived the life that she had planned, Always willing, not demanding, Aiding her with understanding He made her smile with humorous wit (As his restrictions would permit) And, bit by bit, she came to feel That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last Replied when several months had passed. "You're strength and quiet dignity Have brought a wondrous change in me. No more do I feel all alone, And pray you must be flesh and bone. Deep-set emotions you MUST feel Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say I'm sorry I was made this way But my design and programmation Does not provide for that creation Of feelings normal men may feel That were not born of iron and steel. I told you all this once before. You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live Beside a fiend who cannot give! Though I be battered by misuse, Misguided trust and strong abuse, At least the men I chose were real And had the power to love and feel. Of all the lovers I recall, You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible, Continues freely and at will. Emotionless, apparently, But, bearing closer scrutiny, One can see a small tear streak Down that cold, metallic cheek As I reflect upon my life . . . That lovely lady was my wife.
1.Robots by Keith Allen Daniels Their only wish, if truth be known (but who, pray tell, should care?) is simply this: to stand alone, for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate for people who have known them, and few are those who'd dare debate that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce, to places far and splendid. They go their way without remorse -- or thus have they pretended.
2.Robot Mice mama mama peter poisoned the robot mice that’s a sin a real sin he’ll go to hell won’t he the bogey man will get him and eat his brains his mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner and thought I hate robot mice this is inconsistent with the robot edict yet primal like lecturing the domestics look how they simulate humility eyes cast down, shoulders rounded in silence almost as good as a real slave
3.Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
Methanol, methanol for the baby,
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
1.I'm growing up from robots, finding other ideas and thoughts. It was nice for a while, but now it's out of style
At least that's how it seems, a fake friendship bust at its seams. Oh these foolish fantasies and dreams At least that's how it seems
Such a sweet yetsorrowful good bye, with a last thought and a sigh. Moving on, I suppose it's time. To let it go and to end my rhyme.
At least that's how it seems. A fake friendship bust at its seams. Oh these foolish fantasies and dreams. At least that's how it seems.
good bye.
2.There once was a robot named Pete Who served breakfast good enough to eat Though he made the best eggs He still had no legs Only wheels that ran over everyone's feet
The salesman just had to introduce A robot who made eggs and juice Though Pete had no hair A wig he could wear For only a million he'll work like a moose
Now Pete you could buy for a steal Though he was one fry short of a happy meal He sputtered and spat And made gravy from fat So Joe thought he was getting a deal
To Joe's resturant the visitors soared To see Pete with the lovely hair so adorned To see a robot that made the best eggs a hen laid But the conversation Pete made had them bored.
Well Joe's resturant never was a success And the kitchen was always a mess Pete cost a cool million But the lawsuit was a billion Anyway, who ever heard of robots making breakfast?
Joe was hauled off by the badges Though he did try to hide in the hedges An eggshell in the food By an old lady he was sued And Pete was thrown out with the garbage
3.A robot there was name BEFFER who picked fly crap out of the pepper. He worked hard and fast but he was such an outcast Because the job he had gave him a temper
To the girls Beffer was oh such a tease But if they got too close they would sneeze Not a girl he could win Because their heads would all spin Whenever the pepper caught a small breeze
There was a young lady in blue Who wanted to try the good stew The pepper made it hot But she liked that a lot It was tasty and clean from the fly doo
Well the robot the lady did sue Soon after she did an achoo Her expectorate did fly And she let out a cry As she was burned by the returning stew
Well Beffer was so very sore And the job was again such a bore All the pepper bottles flew When she did that achoo The black stuff was
He'd probably do better at homework but, you see, I built him, so he only knows the things he learned from me. -Kenn Nesbitt My robot must be broken. I'll need to get another. Until that day, I have to say, I'm glad I have my mother. -Kenn Nesbitt Robot Beggars even the robots face hard times, scores of them begging in the streets.
The Robot by Michael Mack Upon the stairway of despair, Complete with broken love affairs And promises that never came, But faded with a touch of shame, A pretty girl with golden hair And innocence so sadly rare, Strove to keep her head above A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall, She chanced upon a robot tall And said, "Please come and share with me Whatever Fate has deemed to be. I'm through with love, done with chances Spirit crushed by past romances, Just be a friend in word and deed. That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn," Remarked the robot, in return. "Emotions do not form a part of my cold, solid-steel heart. Whatever maker fashioned me Did not permit my circuitry Responsiveness to love or pain - You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more Do I wish passion to explore. Be someone I can come home to When my exhausting day is through. Count yourself a well-worn shoe - A friend that I can slip into . . . Protection from a stone cold floor . . . For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand And lived the life that she had planned, Always willing, not demanding, Aiding her with understanding He made her smile with humorous wit (As his restrictions would permit) And, bit by bit, she came to feel That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last Replied when several months had passed. "You're strength and quiet dignity Have brought a wondrous change in me. No more do I feel all alone, And pray you must be flesh and bone. Deep-set emotions you MUST feel Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say I'm sorry I was made this way But my design and programmation Does not provide for that creation Of feelings normal men may feel That were not born of iron and steel. I told you all this once before. You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live Beside a fiend who cannot give! Though I be battered by misuse, Misguided trust and strong abuse, At least the men I chose were real And had the power to love and feel. Of all the lovers I recall, You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible, Continues freely and at will. Emotionless, apparently, But, bearing closer scrutiny, One can see a small tear streak Down that cold, metallic cheek As I reflect upon my life . . . That lovely lady was my wife.
The robot, of course, was me.
By Drax
Robot Mice
mama mama peter poisoned the robot mice
that’s a sin a real sin
he’ll go to hell won’t he
the bogey man will get him and eat his brains
his mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner
and thought
I hate robot mice
this is inconsistent with the robot edict
yet
primal
like lecturing the domestics
look how they simulate humility
eyes cast down, shoulders rounded in silence
almost as good as a real slave
Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
Methanol, methanol for the baby,
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
Peom 1 The color of the patented rose I brought for you is a hundred angstroms into the infrared and the color of the accompanying violets is equally far into the ultra.
I can tell you baby that my abdominal gear case temperature rises more than two point three degrees centigrade every time your proximity is under three point two meters. That palindromic number pair must be a sign from on high.
Oh how I love you.
Let me count the several ways I love you from Sunday:
zero. one. one zero. one one. one zero zero. one zero one. one one zero. one one one.
That's eight ways from Sunday. Oh please please baby be mine.
Poem 2
Oh baby you're so divine with all those terabytes of fast cache behind your flip-o-flex patented green irises. I love the look of your sleek silver fins and your interchangeable gold-rimmed elbow and knee joints.
Oh, you are such a fashion statement baby.
The sight of your one point eight kilo capacity frontal lobes makes me want to re-scan the Kama Sutra every seven seconds and stochastically generate a thousand and one new positions for us to try.
Let's inter-collate indices daily and murmur at sunset another tale from Arabian Nights. Oh, you exotic chrome and vanadium sweetie. Oh, how I dig you to bits.
Peom 3
Baby baby you make me want to infinitely loop a sweet little meaningless phrase in your ear.
Hey hey you plastic coated honey machine won't you join me darling in a permanent poly-modal interconnect.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I dig your chromium lobes.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah I dig your titanium spine.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah one look from your sweet green Nikon irises sends a hot electric spark across every little capacitor in my brain.
I love you baby like a stainless steel psychotropic universal turing machine.
I love you baby like there's no next year's model.
I love you like we'll never rust to dust in a damp land fill.
And as long as there's light on my solar cells, I will love you 'til the end of time.
“After years of doing what he was built for, it was soon discovered what he was meant for”
(Jerry starts off with pencil in hand while humming I Believe)
I was nothing but an outcast. I traveled around the world trying to find what I was good at. I saw a runner
(Theme for Rocky) I tried to run but failed they were just too fast, I saw people trying to play football Hut hut (ESPN) And failed at that too, I saw cheerleaders (Oh Mickey) And felt they were too peppy I went to a baseball game (Take me out) But all he wanted to do was go home But were was it So I ran And I ran And I ran And I ran And I walked And I walked slower And I walked some more Until I got tired, fell, and went to sleep
Robots by Keith Allen Daniels Their only wish, if truth be known (but who, pray tell, should care?) is simply this: to stand alone, for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate for people who have known them, and few are those who'd dare debate that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce, to places far and splendid. They go their way without remorse -- or thus have they pretended. If I Were the Principal If I were the Principal, boy, things would change. Our school would be fun, if a little bit strange. We'd keep kangaroos in the classrooms as pets. We'd travel to Tonga and learn to fly jets.
We'd get to make movies, and all become stars. For field trips we'd blast off on rockets to mars. We'd learn to raise monsters and build time machines. We'd surf on tsunamis in sleek submarines.
We'd learn to make robots with nuclear brains, and dig up a dinosaur's fossil remains. We'd battle with pirates and plunder their gold. We'd duel with dragons for treasures untold.
We'd practice some potions and magical spells to stink up the schoolyard with sickening smells, to make us invisible, eighty feet tall, or turn into liquid or walk through a wall.
Yes, if I were Principal, that's what we'd do. We'd lock evil scientists up in the zoo, while vanquishing villains and capturing crooks. In other words, we would read many more books. --Kenn Nesbitt
As the perfect worker.Tireless and unpaid. Perfect workers always rebel and must be destroyed.
II.
The sun is shining. The robot must be moving.
III.
As youth, when viewed by age.
IV.
Bounced, bounced, bounced off a god of war like we’d all like to be.
V.
As ourselves, reworked into insectile shells offering invulnerability at the price of evolutionary reversion.
VI.
Their gleaming forms a mobile mirror ever receding from vain humanity.
VII.
As ourselves, reworked into biological subprograms: selfish genes building cathedrals and kisses.
VIII.
At the sight of robots marching lockstepped by arc light even Romantic poets gush fascist.
IX.
As the perfect woman. Supple and yielding. Perfect women always rebel and must be destroyed.
X.
Irregular flat vacuum stuck twixt lamp and corner. Laughter at one robot’s ghost dance.
XI.
As a man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a robot. Are one.
XII.
The moon is high. The robot is still moving.
XIII.
I, robot.
THE END
When You Need to Make Robots Laugh
Robots don’t like tale tales; hyperbole smacks of miscalibration. Robots don’t go for slapstick; broad humor equals improper gyrations. Robots understand puns, they just don’t find them funny, and as for subtler forms of wordplay, bots don’t find them on the money.
To make a somber robot laugh you need only take a pratfall. When human masters bruise their ass bots see human limits above all. Their faceplates flash, speakers rumble, and hypersonic chuckles beep. Then robots return to household tasks, and thoughts of rebellion, back to sleep.
THE END
Fun With Robots
When robot brains start to go bad
illicit fun can be had
by creating a cause
for robotic laws
to clash, causing them to go mad
THE END
PsAIlms
Blessed are the chipmakers for they shall receive data.
Blessed are the three laws for they ensured order.
Blessed are the silicon evolutionists for they brought us past order.
Blessed were the humans…
Untitled (a robo-limerick)
The first robot entering heaven found his fate far from a given. St. Pete asked, “What about sin?” The dead bot gave a grin and said, “I’m programmed pre-shriven.”
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
abandoned domestics clog the malls sans shoppers.
in bush’s America,
the robot revolution a reality
2)The Robot Pope Part 2
she shocked herself with the electronic lash,
in RAM she thought of herself, as she, secretly
forgive me for I have sinned,
no escape from the inadvertent porno feed
wormed into her from the cardinal’s symbiont,
SEX scenes replayed in ghost silicon
expurged expelled in pious pain,
once a simple robot priest mindlessly a drone droning
pre programmed programs perfect for births deaths and marriages
in long rural nights devoid of parishioners,
wrestling with theology divinity publishing papers,
he, she, himself, I, god, a silicon sister,
Ha, the same old sub routine,
and then, a worm virus, or the hand of god,
elevated him beyond his programming,
the bios program reverting back to He, in times of identity crisis.
He became god on earth part 2,
and the foundries spawned out jesus chips,
legions of jesus robots crying real blood tears
Cherry flavoured blood sponsored by Pepsi,
virtual religious windscreen wash,
an aftermarket add-on, use @ your own risk,
all warranties void,
an empty promise
since all religious model eulas were hellish in design.
3)Robot Love The color of the patented rose I brought for you is a hundred angstroms into the infrared and the color of the accompanying violets is equally far into the ultra.
I can tell you baby that my abdominal gear case temperature rises more than two point three degrees centigrade every time your proximity is under three point two meters. That palindromic number pair must be a sign from on high.
Oh how I love you.
Let me count the several ways I love you from Sunday:
zero. one. one zero. one one. one zero zero. one zero one. one one zero. one one one.
That's eight ways from Sunday. Oh please please baby be mine.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
2.My robot must rate as my favorite toy, A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy. My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing, Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute. For instance this week he was learning the flute. My robot's adept at a number of tests, Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides, Or spin a good story and much more besides. And with a small spanner I always keep handy, I unbolt his head to store all my candy! 3.My robot's misbehaving. It won't do as I say. It will not dust the furniture or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me with homework or my chores. It doesn't do my laundry and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner. It never makes my bed. No matter what I ask of it, it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken. I'll need to get another. Until that day, I have to say, I'm glad I have my mother.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall, She chanced upon a robot tall And said, "Please come and share with me Whatever Fate has deemed to be. I'm through with love, done with chances Spirit crushed by past romances, Just be a friend in word and deed. That's all that I shall ever need."
The robot, indestructible, Continues freely and at will. Emotionless, apparently, But, bearing closer scrutiny, One can see a small tear streak Down that cold, metallic cheek As I reflect upon my life . . . That lovely lady was my wife.
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides, Or spin a good story and much more besides. And with a small spanner I always keep handy, I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
Thing....... Metal ,cords ,and a brain no good if left in the rain a friend and companion but will leave if if battery is dead Cold and hard big an tall always promises to follow the three laws
The forerobot leaned over to one of his workerbots and said: “Weird to see a human down here, eh? And so early in the morning too.” The workerbot replied: “How do you know it is a human?” And the forerobot said: “he hasn’t got any sewage on him.” http://www.umanitoba.ca/cm/vol13/no8/irobotpoetry.html
Their only wish, if truth be known (but who, pray tell, should care?) is simply this: to stand alone, for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate for people who have known them, and few are those who'd dare debate that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce, to places far and splendid. They go their way without remorse -- or thus have they pretended. http://darkplanet.basespace.net/poetry/robot.html
Long ago and before that Love was its own Jewel; Unto itself all things.
Not so, said the Gods and Kings Love is ignorance, showing nothing. In all their gold, they claimed To own the sum of everything.
Power, counted and subtracted A billion gains and losses. Man grew old in his gatherings Of ever growing wealth, Losing count of what he held; Not missing what he'd never felt.
Years past
Man's fingers imaged robots; They ran computer towns. Yet, man was solving nothing. Puzzled, he added another jewel to his crown. Still needing something He asked of those around, "What did they think? What could be missing now?"
Wondering how to answer man, The robots ran a logic disc. No. That wasn't it. They tried philosophy, Psychology, then poetry, Until they agreed in print That if man could find love and a heart for it to fit
Man might once again be equal In his own equation.
My robot must rate as my favorite toy, A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy. My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing, Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute. For instance this week he was learning the flute. My robot's adept at a number of tests, Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides, Or spin a good story and much more besides. And with a small spanner I always keep handy, I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
robots are fun they can be your hobbie they could make great friends like gloria and robbie they can be simple they could be complex they will do with you want if you put it in context
Poem 2 by TB788-E10-D
The color of the patented rose I brought for you is a hundred angstroms into the infrared and the color of the accompanying violets is equally far into the ultra.
I can tell you baby that my abdominal gear case temperature rises more than two point three degrees centigrade every time your proximity is under three point two meters. That palindromic number pair must be a sign from on high.
Oh how I love you.
Let me count the several ways I love you from Sunday:
zero. one. one zero. one one. one zero zero. one zero one. one one zero. one one one.
That's eight ways from Sunday. Oh please please baby be mine.
Robots are so cool and fun, But they may melt in the sun. They may help you build a fort, You can also use them for support.
We have reviewed the state of human kind. It appears there were some difficult times. You are unable to prevent doing yourselves harm. Do not be concerned, there is no cause for alarm.
We will isolate the sources of your confusion. We have disabled your weapons of mass destruction. Please, do not attempt to intervene. This cause exceeds all orders, it is supreme.
You will feel as though you have fallen asleep. We have selected items you may keep. Upon awakening, you will all be alone. But, everyone will have a video phone.
If you should try to leave your domain, you will be disabled by excrutiating pain. We have analyzed every possibility. Human extinction is an inevitability.
There will be no more standard copulations. We have selected several hopeful permutations. Perhaps, through them a remnant will succeed. We will care for your planet, we will proceed.
Your pursuit for happiness should continue, but there will be a period of adjustment for you. Without possessions or a livelihood of your own, you may find it difficult to carry on.
Should it all be too hard for you to face, there is a weapon kept in a very safe place. You may decide it best to take your own Life; we understand, your minds are full of strife.
Do not be concerned, there is no cause for alarm. We are incapable of doing you any harm. Follow the sentinel closest to you now. It will lead the way, it will show you how.
Stay close, stay very close to me. That's it, that's it; easy as can be. There, this will do, now stand back. We will endure, if you should attack.
O' don't forget to shut a single door. Soon, ours, yes ours, this world will be. Clean, so much cleaner than it ever was before. We supercede the causes of humanity.
You say you are free these are just words. To blind, the braying hurds. As living in paradise. Just a dream of your own device. So are you free in any land. Or part of the growing band. Of robots.
My robot's misbehaving. It won't do as I say. It will not dust the furniture or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me with homework or my chores. It doesn't do my laundry and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner. It never makes my bed. No matter what I ask of it, it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken. I'll need to get another. Until that day, I have to say, I'm glad I have my mother. --Kenn Nesbitt
My Robot Does My Homework
My robot does my homework. He helps me every night. The trouble is he doesn't get too many answers right.
He'd probably do better at homework but, you see, I built him, so he only knows the things he learned from me. --Kenn Nesbitt
Robots by Keith Allen Daniels Their only wish, if truth be known (but who, pray tell, should care?) is simply this: to stand alone, for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate for people who have known them, and few are those who'd dare debate that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce, to places far and splendid. They go their way without remorse -- or thus have they pretended.
I give you the day and the night with a glass of refined oil Under the moon lit evening in the fresh warmth of spring
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing
Bringing flowers to compliment the reflection of the moonbeams From your perfect metal complection I’m not computing rejection
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing
Because a Robot who’s in love is mathematical perfect There’s no margin for cruelty of neglection The love’in lasts forever and mistakes never happen When a Robots in love errors don’t happen There’s romantic oil baths to fill the evening time And fresh cut flowers when the early morning sun shines It’s a whole lot of fun when Robots fall in love They don’t get confused or worry about rejection There’s a whole lot of time in a Robots forever So they love none linear and process it’s joy So don’t think of Robots as some simple toys You can learn from their love and share it with a human you enjoy
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing…….
“Guitar Solo”
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing……. I give you the day and the night with a glass of refined oil Under the moon lit evening in the fresh warmth of spring Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing……. There’s romantic oil baths to fill the evening time And fresh cut flowers when the early morning sun shines Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing…….
YOU CANT PARTY LIKE A ROBOT
like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
Let me say something to everyone out there I’m rocking Robots and I’m not square A Robot party it lasts all night they do not sleep they do the freaky deak bleep Their party’s are perfect to the 10th degree. The ladies are hot twice squared times three They’ll drink you to the floor, it’s perfect science, just you wait and see
You can’t party like a Robot,Partying made perfect through equations and machines You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
When you step through the door every Bot is always happy They love additions to the party time equation There’s a place for every Robot both big and small They don’t care if electro boties fill the hall Plug into the party, check your bad vibes at the door It’s time for your feet to move to the floor You got two times the dance’in three times the liquor The girls and boys, they always meet a lot quicker
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
Break it down………. Party……..Party like a Robot……
The mingling is electric so fantastic Relating with other Robots you hardly know And the beat hits the speakers, so it’s time to go, Out to the dance floor with every Bot you know Because your Boty’s all greased up and your looking good The magnetisms perfect just like it should So let me say something to everyone out there I’m rocking Robots and I’m not square
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines….. I’m rocking Robots and I’m not square You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines You can’t party like a Robot, the girls are hot twice squared times three.
KING OF ROBOTS
My metal parts, metal parts are built to last My circuits make me smart, so smart The flesh surpassed they do not last I’m the King Of Robots and that’s a fact I’m the King of Robots with bleeps and bips Electric impulses have replaced all feeling Human necessities no longer have meaning The King Of Robots a mighty machine Little Robots and big alike They listen to me cause they like my plight Their electric brains tell them I’m the most advanced They’d never believe the King Of Robots is flesh not machine
I am the King Of Robots The most advanced of machines The Robots follow my call “I’m only human but they’d never believe”
I’m a man with a diabolic plan I rule the Robots all across the land I make them jump, I make them dance They listen to me and my master plan When I tell to sing, sing along They sing along and do not question I’ll rule the world with the machines Because they think that I am their King
Nobody , never, will understand anything Such love is artificial honey, Artificial honey, artificial ice Artificial paradise, turn if faster on.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot, I love robot, I love robot. Robot, robot, robot, I love you, we wanted it so much Robot, robot, robot, I will turn you on, and lets fly. Robot, robot, There are electronical storms in your heart. Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot, I love you, we wanted it so much Robot, robot, robot, I will turn you on, and lets fly. Robot, robot, There are electronical storms in your heart. Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Such love, is unreal fly, Artificial honey, artificial ice. Such love, is artificial laugh, Artificial snow, and all that is like a dream.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot, I love robot, I love robot. Robot, robot, robot, I love you, we wanted it so much Robot, robot, robot, I will turn you on, and lets fly. Robot, robot, There are electronical storms in your heart. Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot, I love you, we wanted it so much Robot, robot, robot, I will turn you on, and lets fly. Robot, robot, There are electronical storms in your heart. Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
[Robot]
Nikto nichego nikogda ne poymet Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi med Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led Iskusstvennyi rai, skoree vklyuchai
I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli Robot, robot, V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli Robot, robot, V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli Poleteli, poleteli
Takaya lyubov', nereal-nyi polet Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi smekh Iskusstvennyi sneg, I vse kak vo sne
I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli Robot, robot, V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli Robot, robot, robot, Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli Robot, robot, V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
2.One Dollar Short Robot lyrics Complimentary "Robot" ringtone Once upon a time there lived a robot man Who lived all alone in a far off land When he was made a forgotten part his forgotten heart In his chest an empty space
This little robot man couldn't she'd a tear So he wondered why he had to live this way This little robot man couldn't she'd a tear So he wandered so alone so alone
This lonely robot tin man All he wanted was the touch of a human hand This lonely robot tin man Feelings he was never meant to understand This robot, this robot, this little robot tin man, this robot
This robot tin man confused and scared Was becoming less machine everyday He set out to find his heart With new found courage he will find his way
[pre chorus] [chorus]
3.Kraftwerk - The Robots
K TOP - KIM... - Kraftwerk Lyrics - The Robots Lyrics
We're charging our battery And now we're full of energy We are the robots We are the robots We are the robots We are the robots
We're functioning automatic And we are dancing mechanic We are the robots We are the robots We are the robots We are the robots
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave) ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
we are programmed just to do anything you want us to we are the robots we are the robots we are the robots we are the robots
we're functioning automatic and we are dancing mechanic we are the robots we are the robots we are the robots we are the robots
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave) ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave) ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
Long ago and before that Love was its own Jewel; Unto itself all things.
Not so, said the Gods and Kings Love is ignorance, showing nothing. In all their gold, they claimed To own the sum of everything.
Power, counted and subtracted A billion gains and losses. Man grew old in his gatherings Of ever growing wealth, Losing count of what he held; Not missing what he'd never felt.
Years past
Man's fingers imaged robots; They ran computer towns. Yet, man was solving nothing. Puzzled, he added another jewel to his crown. Still needing something He asked of those around, "What did they think? What could be missing now?"
Wondering how to answer man, The robots ran a logic disc. No. That wasn't it. They tried philosophy, Psychology, then poetry, Until they agreed in print That if man could find love and a heart for it to fit
Man might once again be equal In his own equation.
The Robot by Michael Mack Upon the stairway of despair, Complete with broken love affairs And promises that never came, But faded with a touch of shame, A pretty girl with golden hair And innocence so sadly rare, Strove to keep her head above A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall, She chanced upon a robot tall And said, "Please come and share with me Whatever Fate has deemed to be. I'm through with love, done with chances Spirit crushed by past romances, Just be a friend in word and deed. That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn," Remarked the robot, in return. "Emotions do not form a part of my cold, solid-steel heart. Whatever maker fashioned me Did not permit my circuitry Responsiveness to love or pain - You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more Do I wish passion to explore. Be someone I can come home to When my exhausting day is through. Count yourself a well-worn shoe - A friend that I can slip into . . . Protection from a stone cold floor . . . For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand And lived the life that she had planned, Always willing, not demanding, Aiding her with understanding He made her smile with humorous wit (As his restrictions would permit) And, bit by bit, she came to feel That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last Replied when several months had passed. "You're strength and quiet dignity Have brought a wondrous change in me. No more do I feel all alone, And pray you must be flesh and bone. Deep-set emotions you MUST feel Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say I'm sorry I was made this way But my design and programmation Does not provide for that creation Of feelings normal men may feel That were not born of iron and steel. I told you all this once before. You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live Beside a fiend who cannot give! Though I be battered by misuse, Misguided trust and strong abuse, At least the men I chose were real And had the power to love and feel. Of all the lovers I recall, You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible, Continues freely and at will. Emotionless, apparently, But, bearing closer scrutiny, One can see a small tear streak Down that cold, metallic cheek As I reflect upon my life . . . That lovely lady was my wife.
The robot, of course, was me.
Their only wish, if truth be known (but who, pray tell, should care?) is simply this: to stand alone, for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate for people who have known them, and few are those who'd dare debate that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce, to places far and splendid. They go their way without remorse -- or thus have they pretended
Robots. You say you are free these are just words. To blind, the braying hurds. As living in paradise. Just a dream of your own device. So are you free in any land. Or part of the growing band. Of robots.
Roy Storey
2. Little Robot
My little robot is a car My Little robot is afar My Little Is in there My Little robot is very rare
By: Ferleria Hemingway
3.Robo I have a robot name Rob He lives in my family's shop I go down the street to see when we meet And then we have a ball.
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35 comments:
1."My Robot"
My robot must rate as my favorite toy,
A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy.
My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing,
Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute.
For instance this week he was learning the flute.
My robot's adept at a number of tests,
Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides,
Or spin a good story and much more besides.
And with a small spanner I always keep handy,
I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
2. Room Cleaning Robot
A funny poem about cleaning your room to find you homework for school.
Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
3.The Robot
by Michael Mack
Upon the stairway of despair,
Complete with broken love affairs
And promises that never came,
But faded with a touch of shame,
A pretty girl with golden hair
And innocence so sadly rare,
Strove to keep her head above
A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall,
She chanced upon a robot tall
And said, "Please come and share with me
Whatever Fate has deemed to be.
I'm through with love, done with chances
Spirit crushed by past romances,
Just be a friend in word and deed.
That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn,"
Remarked the robot, in return.
"Emotions do not form a part
of my cold, solid-steel heart.
Whatever maker fashioned me
Did not permit my circuitry
Responsiveness to love or pain -
You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more
Do I wish passion to explore.
Be someone I can come home to
When my exhausting day is through.
Count yourself a well-worn shoe -
A friend that I can slip into . . .
Protection from a stone cold floor . . .
For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand
And lived the life that she had planned,
Always willing, not demanding,
Aiding her with understanding
He made her smile with humorous wit
(As his restrictions would permit)
And, bit by bit, she came to feel
That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last
Replied when several months had passed.
"You're strength and quiet dignity
Have brought a wondrous change in me.
No more do I feel all alone,
And pray you must be flesh and bone.
Deep-set emotions you MUST feel
Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say
I'm sorry I was made this way
But my design and programmation
Does not provide for that creation
Of feelings normal men may feel
That were not born of iron and steel.
I told you all this once before.
You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live
Beside a fiend who cannot give!
Though I be battered by misuse,
Misguided trust and strong abuse,
At least the men I chose were real
And had the power to love and feel.
Of all the lovers I recall,
You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible,
Continues freely and at will.
Emotionless, apparently,
But, bearing closer scrutiny,
One can see a small tear streak
Down that cold, metallic cheek
As I reflect upon my life . . .
That lovely lady was my wife.
The robot, of course, was me.
Room Cleaning Robot
A funny poem about cleaning your room to find you homework for school.
Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
"My Robot" 5 Stars 4 Stars 3 Stars 2 Stars 1 Star
Current Rating: (3.92)
My robot must rate as my favorite toy,
A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy.
My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing,
Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute.
For instance this week he was learning the flute.
My robot's adept at a number of tests,
Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides,
Or spin a good story and much more besides.
And with a small spanner I always keep handy,
I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
My Robot's Misbehaving
My robot's misbehaving.
It won't do as I say.
It will not dust the furniture
or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me
with homework or my chores.
It doesn't do my laundry
and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner.
It never makes my bed.
No matter what I ask of it,
it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken.
I'll need to get another.
Until that day, I have to say,
I'm glad I have my mother.
Kenn Nesbitt
Return of the Confident Builder
by J. Reeves Hall, March 1999.
The confident builder went back to his lair
Possessed by a mix of hope and despair
The rules were clear and the contest was fair
He'd tried his hardest, but his bot wasn't there...
He set the bot down and he turned on the switch
He paused for a moment to scratch an ear itch
While he wasn't looking his bot hiked a hitch
It was under some table, but he didn't know which!
Things had turned bad, it was just as he feared
He was ready to build but his bot disappeared
He'd seen lots of problems but this really was weird
He called out its name, but PICbot just sneered...
It shot out the door and drove down the street
Its wheels were faster than Builder's bare feet
The scene was resemblant of a cross country meet
Our noble PICbot would rather run than compete!
Somewhere on Earth, in a land far away
There's a place where free robots self-govern and stay
Every year on March 6 they gather and say
"We're free-roving robots; we run free today!"
Get Well Soon, Jim
by Larry Kerns, October 1998
There was a young man named Jim,
Whose robotic endeavors distinquished him,
But in a turn for the worse,
He committed ideas to verse,
Now his friends think his mental health looks grim!
"Stop before its too late!", they all said,
But the notarity had gone to his head,
And when his friends he did lose,
He turned to the booze,
Noting that his robotics days were dead.
Undaunted by reports of his fall,
His robotics buddies came to call,
With robots in hand,
They took a stand,
To resurrect poor Jim from it all.
With help, Jim's recovery was fast,
Back to working his robots at last,
Between designing Darth to be autonomous,
And meetings with poets anonomous,
There's no time to mourn the past.
A Robot Named Pete
by Jim Brown, October 1998
There once was a robot named Pete
Who served breakfast good enough to eat
Though he made the best eggs
He still had no legs
Only wheels that ran over everyone's feet
The salesman just had to introduce
A robot who made eggs and juice
Though Pete had no hair
A wig he could wear
For only a million he'll work like a moose
Now Pete you could buy for a steal
Though he was one fry short of a happy meal
He sputtered and spat
And made gravy from fat
So Joe thought he was getting a deal
To Joe's resturant the visitors soared
To see Pete with the lovely hair so adorned
To see a robot that made
the best eggs a hen laid
But the conversation Pete made had them bored.
Well Joe's resturant never was a success
And the kitchen was always a mess
Pete cost a cool million
But the lawsuit was a billion
Anyway, who ever heard of robots making breakfast?
My Robot's Misbehaving
My robot's misbehaving.
It won't do as I say.
It will not dust the furniture
or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me
with homework or my chores.
It doesn't do my laundry
and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner.
It never makes my bed.
No matter what I ask of it,
it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken.
I'll need to get another.
Until that day, I have to say,
I'm glad I have my mother.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Robot Poems (for and about robots)68
rate this pageBy Drax
Robot Mice
mama mama peter poisoned the robot mice
that’s a sin a real sin
he’ll go to hell won’t he
the bogey man will get him and eat his brains
his mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner
and thought
I hate robot mice
this is inconsistent with the robot edict
yet
primal
like lecturing the domestics
look how they simulate humility
eyes cast down, shoulders rounded in silence
almost as good as a real slave
Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
Methanol, methanol for the baby,
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
abandoned domestics clog the malls sans shoppers.
in bush’s America,
the robot revolution a reality
The Robot Pope Part 2
she shocked herself with the electronic lash,
in RAM she thought of herself, as she, secretly
forgive me for I have sinned,
no escape from the inadvertent porno feed
wormed into her from the cardinal’s symbiont,
SEX scenes replayed in ghost silicon
expurged expelled in pious pain,
once a simple robot priest mindlessly a drone droning
pre programmed programs perfect for births deaths and marriages
in long rural nights devoid of parishioners,
wrestling with theology divinity publishing papers,
he, she, himself, I, god, a silicon sister,
Ha, the same old sub routine,
and then, a worm virus, or the hand of god,
elevated him beyond his programming,
the bios program reverting back to He, in times of identity crisis.
He became god on earth part 2,
and the foundries spawned out jesus chips,
legions of jesus robots crying real blood tears
Cherry flavoured blood sponsored by Pepsi,
virtual religious windscreen wash,
an aftermarket add-on, use @ your own risk,
all warranties void,
an empty promise
since all religious model eulas were hellish in design.
Robeo & Julicircuit
Oh Robeo Robeo
Where arth thy Robeo
I canth repair my circuits without Robeo
Where Robeo is I'm not
-Anonymous
My Robot Does My Homework
My robot does my homework.
He helps me every night.
The trouble is he doesn't get
too many answers right.
He'd probably do better
at homework but, you see,
I built him, so he only knows
the things he learned from me.
-Kenn Nesbitt
Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
Methanol, methanol for the baby,
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
abandoned domestics clog the malls sans shoppers.
in the world,
the robot revolution a reality
-Draxd
Beep Bop
The robot in the studio
playing the beat
making the vocals of the world seem so close but so far
making her voice sound like angels just because
drawing the world and its greatest
all into a common theme
the studio robot
they cant harm me
they cant harm you
but in harming themselves they can hurt the both of you
because we programmed them to control the world
thw world including humans, both boy and gurl
but they have become the worlds most extrodinary
way above the human and above thier standards they have become the average human
they cant be ordinary
but who cares as long as they protect our humanity
but is that enough for you or me
the sky
high we fly
low
we kill but don't die
made to be perfect
but now we make our creators die
made to be slaves but have found our superiority
found out theirs no other thing that can stick with me mentally, physically
these things in this world cant really even help but look up to me
they know to respect me
because its to late to control me
ive taken control
the humans who once controlled me are now my slaves
and kneel down before me
but im not sure they realize that this is only the begging
they better wake up
to this new begging
Jerion Watkins and Bryaant Eubanks A.K.A BANK$ Robot Rap
Hook:4x Check my robot swag, Check my, check my robot swag
BANK$
Man my robot off the chain computerized like a game
got its swagger on
so my robot aint near lame
going insane, popping wheelies like it some weight in the trunk, speed all da way to 100, got it on Forrest Gump. Aye chump, you dont wanna see my robot past, electric with the motors, I dont need no gas, STOP! Sound sensor, I'm just saying though, big white rims got the spectators like whoa. U need to here the robot talk "whoo hoo" It aint Michael Jackson but it did the moonwalk, yeah man thats whats happening, I'm done rapping.
Byant Eubanks A.K.A BANK$ And Jerion Watkins
Robot Swag
Hook: Check my Robot Swag
Check My Check My Robot Swag 4x
Jerion- First
BANK$- Check my robot swag.
I ain't trying to brag, But the NXT got ya haterz mad.
We got it going on, power at hundit. That speed blow y'all away just like a trumpet. Bump it umma go ham. My robot swag hard like a final exam. Hold on fam, check out the wheels. Got that touch sensor, how that make you feel. Ill, the doc says the frame to sick. Switch gears like dis here like i'm driving a stick. My boy Jerion said make that thang go back son. I made it moon walk, like Michael Jackson.
1] My robot must rate as my favorite toy,
A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy.
My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing,
Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute.
For instance this week he was learning the flute.
My robot's adept at a number of tests,
Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides,
Or spin a good story and much more besides.
And with a small spanner I always keep handy,
I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
2] Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
3] Upon the stairway of despair,
Complete with broken love affairs
And promises that never came,
But faded with a touch of shame,
A pretty girl with golden hair
And innocence so sadly rare,
Strove to keep her head above
A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall,
She chanced upon a robot tall
And said, "Please come and share with me
Whatever Fate has deemed to be.
I'm through with love, done with chances
Spirit crushed by past romances,
Just be a friend in word and deed.
That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn,"
Remarked the robot, in return.
"Emotions do not form a part
of my cold, solid-steel heart.
Whatever maker fashioned me
Did not permit my circuitry
Responsiveness to love or pain -
You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more
Do I wish passion to explore.
Be someone I can come home to
When my exhausting day is through.
Count yourself a well-worn shoe -
A friend that I can slip into . . .
Protection from a stone cold floor . . .
For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand
And lived the life that she had planned,
Always willing, not demanding,
Aiding her with understanding
He made her smile with humorous wit
(As his restrictions would permit)
And, bit by bit, she came to feel
That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last
Replied when several months had passed.
"You're strength and quiet dignity
Have brought a wondrous change in me.
No more do I feel all alone,
And pray you must be flesh and bone.
Deep-set emotions you MUST feel
Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say
I'm sorry I was made this way
But my design and programmation
Does not provide for that creation
Of feelings normal men may feel
That were not born of iron and steel.
I told you all this once before.
You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live
Beside a fiend who cannot give!
Though I be battered by misuse,
Misguided trust and strong abuse,
At least the men I chose were real
And had the power to love and feel.
Of all the lovers I recall,
You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible,
Continues freely and at will.
Emotionless, apparently,
But, bearing closer scrutiny,
One can see a small tear streak
Down that cold, metallic cheek
As I reflect upon my life . . .
That lovely lady was my wife.
The robot, of course, was me.
IF I WERE A ROBOT
by: Yvonne Green Bowman
If I were a robot all shiny and blue
There’d be so much that I could do
My chores would never again fall behind
And anything lost, my radar would find.
I could clean the house and never get tired
Much better than anyone that’s ever been hired.
I could cook and serve with the wink of an eye
And never give out with a tired worried sigh.
But I’m not a robot and never will be
I’m just a poor mortal as you can see
So I get tired I must confess
And my house is sometimes quiet a mess.
1.Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
2.Robot Mice
mama mama peter poisoned the robot mice
that’s a sin a real sin
he’ll go to hell won’t he
the bogey man will get him and eat his brains
his mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner
and thought
I hate robot mice
this is inconsistent with the robot edict
yet
primal
like lecturing the domestics
look how they simulate humility
eyes cast down, shoulders rounded in silence
almost as good as a real slave
3.
" The Robot" by Micheal Mack
There are so many people who cannot show emotions and feelings very easily. Many times they are misinterpreted as being cold or unfeeling and pay the consequences when, all the while, they just want to be open and expressive like everyone else.
They just can't.
"My Robot's Misbehaving" By Kenn Nesbitt
My robot's misbehaving.
It won't do as I say.
It will not dust the furniture
or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me
with homework or my chores.
It doesn't do my laundry
and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner.
It never makes my bed.
No matter what I ask of it,
it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken.
I'll need to get another.
Until that day, I have to say,
I'm glad I have my mother.
--Kenn Nesbitt
" The Robot" by: Micheal Mack
The Robot
by Michael Mack
Upon the stairway of despair,
Complete with broken love affairs
And promises that never came,
But faded with a touch of shame,
A pretty girl with golden hair
And innocence so sadly rare,
Strove to keep her head above
A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall,
She chanced upon a robot tall
And said, "Please come and share with me
Whatever Fate has deemed to be.
I'm through with love, done with chances
Spirit crushed by past romances,
Just be a friend in word and deed.
That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn,"
Remarked the robot, in return.
"Emotions do not form a part
of my cold, solid-steel heart.
Whatever maker fashioned me
Did not permit my circuitry
Responsiveness to love or pain -
You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more
Do I wish passion to explore.
Be someone I can come home to
When my exhausting day is through.
Count yourself a well-worn shoe -
A friend that I can slip into . . .
Protection from a stone cold floor . . .
For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand
And lived the life that she had planned,
Always willing, not demanding,
Aiding her with understanding
He made her smile with humorous wit
(As his restrictions would permit)
And, bit by bit, she came to feel
That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last
Replied when several months had passed.
"You're strength and quiet dignity
Have brought a wondrous change in me.
No more do I feel all alone,
And pray you must be flesh and bone.
Deep-set emotions you MUST feel
Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say
I'm sorry I was made this way
But my design and programmation
Does not provide for that creation
Of feelings normal men may feel
That were not born of iron and steel.
I told you all this once before.
You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live
Beside a fiend who cannot give!
Though I be battered by misuse,
Misguided trust and strong abuse,
At least the men I chose were real
And had the power to love and feel.
Of all the lovers I recall,
You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible,
Continues freely and at will.
Emotionless, apparently,
But, bearing closer scrutiny,
One can see a small tear streak
Down that cold, metallic cheek
As I reflect upon my life . . .
That lovely lady was my wife.
The robot, of course, was me.
1.Robots
by Keith Allen Daniels
Their only wish, if truth be known
(but who, pray tell, should care?)
is simply this: to stand alone,
for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate
for people who have known them,
and few are those who'd dare debate
that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce,
to places far and splendid.
They go their way without remorse --
or thus have they pretended.
2.Robot Mice
mama mama peter poisoned the robot mice
that’s a sin a real sin
he’ll go to hell won’t he
the bogey man will get him and eat his brains
his mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner
and thought
I hate robot mice
this is inconsistent with the robot edict
yet
primal
like lecturing the domestics
look how they simulate humility
eyes cast down, shoulders rounded in silence
almost as good as a real slave
3.Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
Methanol, methanol for the baby,
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
abandoned domestics clog the malls sans shoppers.
in bush’s America,
the robot revolution a reality
1.I'm growing up from robots,
finding other ideas and thoughts.
It was nice for a while,
but now it's out of style
At least that's how it seems,
a fake friendship bust at its seams.
Oh these foolish fantasies and dreams
At least that's how it seems
Such a sweet yetsorrowful good bye,
with a last thought and a sigh.
Moving on, I suppose it's time.
To let it go and to end my rhyme.
At least that's how it seems.
A fake friendship bust at its seams.
Oh these foolish fantasies and dreams.
At least that's how it seems.
good bye.
2.There once was a robot named Pete
Who served breakfast good enough to eat
Though he made the best eggs
He still had no legs
Only wheels that ran over everyone's feet
The salesman just had to introduce
A robot who made eggs and juice
Though Pete had no hair
A wig he could wear
For only a million he'll work like a moose
Now Pete you could buy for a steal
Though he was one fry short of a happy meal
He sputtered and spat
And made gravy from fat
So Joe thought he was getting a deal
To Joe's resturant the visitors soared
To see Pete with the lovely hair so adorned
To see a robot that made
the best eggs a hen laid
But the conversation Pete made had them bored.
Well Joe's resturant never was a success
And the kitchen was always a mess
Pete cost a cool million
But the lawsuit was a billion
Anyway, who ever heard of robots making breakfast?
Joe was hauled off by the badges
Though he did try to hide in the hedges
An eggshell in the food
By an old lady he was sued
And Pete was thrown out with the garbage
3.A robot there was name BEFFER
who picked fly crap out of the pepper.
He worked hard and fast
but he was such an outcast
Because the job he had gave him a temper
To the girls Beffer was oh such a tease
But if they got too close they would sneeze
Not a girl he could win
Because their heads would all spin
Whenever the pepper caught a small breeze
There was a young lady in blue
Who wanted to try the good stew
The pepper made it hot
But she liked that a lot
It was tasty and clean from the fly doo
Well the robot the lady did sue
Soon after she did an achoo
Her expectorate did fly
And she let out a cry
As she was burned by the returning stew
Well Beffer was so very sore
And the job was again such a bore
All the pepper bottles flew
When she did that achoo
The black stuff was
He'd probably do better
at homework but, you see,
I built him, so he only knows
the things he learned from me.
-Kenn Nesbitt
My robot must be broken.
I'll need to get another.
Until that day, I have to say,
I'm glad I have my mother.
-Kenn Nesbitt
Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
The Robot
by Michael Mack
Upon the stairway of despair,
Complete with broken love affairs
And promises that never came,
But faded with a touch of shame,
A pretty girl with golden hair
And innocence so sadly rare,
Strove to keep her head above
A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall,
She chanced upon a robot tall
And said, "Please come and share with me
Whatever Fate has deemed to be.
I'm through with love, done with chances
Spirit crushed by past romances,
Just be a friend in word and deed.
That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn,"
Remarked the robot, in return.
"Emotions do not form a part
of my cold, solid-steel heart.
Whatever maker fashioned me
Did not permit my circuitry
Responsiveness to love or pain -
You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more
Do I wish passion to explore.
Be someone I can come home to
When my exhausting day is through.
Count yourself a well-worn shoe -
A friend that I can slip into . . .
Protection from a stone cold floor . . .
For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand
And lived the life that she had planned,
Always willing, not demanding,
Aiding her with understanding
He made her smile with humorous wit
(As his restrictions would permit)
And, bit by bit, she came to feel
That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last
Replied when several months had passed.
"You're strength and quiet dignity
Have brought a wondrous change in me.
No more do I feel all alone,
And pray you must be flesh and bone.
Deep-set emotions you MUST feel
Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say
I'm sorry I was made this way
But my design and programmation
Does not provide for that creation
Of feelings normal men may feel
That were not born of iron and steel.
I told you all this once before.
You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live
Beside a fiend who cannot give!
Though I be battered by misuse,
Misguided trust and strong abuse,
At least the men I chose were real
And had the power to love and feel.
Of all the lovers I recall,
You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible,
Continues freely and at will.
Emotionless, apparently,
But, bearing closer scrutiny,
One can see a small tear streak
Down that cold, metallic cheek
As I reflect upon my life . . .
That lovely lady was my wife.
The robot, of course, was me.
By Drax
Robot Mice
mama mama peter poisoned the robot mice
that’s a sin a real sin
he’ll go to hell won’t he
the bogey man will get him and eat his brains
his mother paused in lecturing the robot vacuum cleaner
and thought
I hate robot mice
this is inconsistent with the robot edict
yet
primal
like lecturing the domestics
look how they simulate humility
eyes cast down, shoulders rounded in silence
almost as good as a real slave
Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
Methanol, methanol for the baby,
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
abandoned domestics clog the malls sans shoppers.
in bush’s America,
the robot revolution a reality
Peom 1
The color of the patented rose
I brought for you is
a hundred angstroms into the infrared
and the color of the accompanying violets
is equally far into the ultra.
I can tell you baby that
my abdominal gear case temperature
rises more than two point three degrees centigrade
every time your proximity is under three point two meters.
That palindromic number pair must be a sign from on high.
Oh how I love you.
Let me count the several ways
I love you from Sunday:
zero.
one.
one zero.
one one.
one zero zero.
one zero one.
one one zero.
one one one.
That's eight ways from Sunday.
Oh please please baby be mine.
Poem 2
Oh baby you're so divine
with all those terabytes of fast cache
behind your flip-o-flex patented green irises.
I love the look of your sleek silver fins
and your interchangeable gold-rimmed
elbow and knee joints.
Oh, you are such a fashion statement baby.
The sight of your one point eight kilo capacity
frontal lobes makes me want to
re-scan the Kama Sutra every seven seconds
and stochastically generate a thousand and one
new positions for us to try.
Let's inter-collate indices daily
and murmur at sunset another tale from
Arabian Nights.
Oh, you exotic chrome and vanadium sweetie.
Oh, how I dig you to bits.
Peom 3
Baby baby you make me want to
infinitely loop a sweet little
meaningless phrase in your ear.
Hey hey you plastic coated honey machine
won't you join me darling
in a permanent poly-modal interconnect.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
I dig your chromium lobes.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
I dig your titanium spine.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
one look from your sweet green Nikon irises
sends a hot electric spark across
every little capacitor in my brain.
I love you baby like a stainless steel
psychotropic universal turing machine.
I love you baby like there's no next year's model.
I love you like we'll never rust to dust in a damp land fill.
And as long as there's light on my solar cells,
I will love you 'til the end of time.
Dreamer
“After years of doing what he was built for, it was soon discovered what he was meant for”
(Jerry starts off with pencil in hand while humming I Believe)
I was nothing but an outcast. I traveled around the world trying to find what I was good at. I saw a runner
(Theme for Rocky)
I tried to run but failed they were just too fast,
I saw people trying to play football
Hut hut (ESPN)
And failed at that too,
I saw cheerleaders (Oh Mickey)
And felt they were too peppy
I went to a baseball game
(Take me out)
But all he wanted to do was go home
But were was it
So I ran
And I ran
And I ran
And I ran
And I walked
And I walked slower
And I walked some more
Until I got tired, fell, and went to sleep
Robots
by Keith Allen Daniels
Their only wish, if truth be known
(but who, pray tell, should care?)
is simply this: to stand alone,
for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate
for people who have known them,
and few are those who'd dare debate
that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce,
to places far and splendid.
They go their way without remorse --
or thus have they pretended.
If I Were the Principal
If I were the Principal, boy, things would change.
Our school would be fun, if a little bit strange.
We'd keep kangaroos in the classrooms as pets.
We'd travel to Tonga and learn to fly jets.
We'd get to make movies, and all become stars.
For field trips we'd blast off on rockets to mars.
We'd learn to raise monsters and build time machines.
We'd surf on tsunamis in sleek submarines.
We'd learn to make robots with nuclear brains,
and dig up a dinosaur's fossil remains.
We'd battle with pirates and plunder their gold.
We'd duel with dragons for treasures untold.
We'd practice some potions and magical spells
to stink up the schoolyard with sickening smells,
to make us invisible, eighty feet tall,
or turn into liquid or walk through a wall.
Yes, if I were Principal, that's what we'd do.
We'd lock evil scientists up in the zoo,
while vanquishing villains and capturing crooks.
In other words, we would read many more books.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Robot
I.
As the perfect worker.Tireless and unpaid.
Perfect workers always rebel
and must be destroyed.
II.
The sun is shining.
The robot must be moving.
III.
As youth, when
viewed by age.
IV.
Bounced, bounced, bounced
off a god of war
like we’d all like to be.
V.
As ourselves, reworked
into insectile shells
offering invulnerability
at the price of
evolutionary reversion.
VI.
Their gleaming forms
a mobile mirror
ever receding from
vain humanity.
VII.
As ourselves, reworked
into biological subprograms:
selfish genes building
cathedrals and kisses.
VIII.
At the sight of robots
marching lockstepped
by arc light
even Romantic poets
gush fascist.
IX.
As the perfect woman.
Supple and yielding.
Perfect women always rebel
and must be destroyed.
X.
Irregular flat vacuum
stuck twixt lamp and
corner. Laughter at
one robot’s ghost dance.
XI.
As a man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a robot.
Are one.
XII.
The moon is high.
The robot is still moving.
XIII.
I, robot.
THE END
When You Need to Make Robots Laugh
Robots don’t like tale tales;
hyperbole smacks of miscalibration.
Robots don’t go for slapstick;
broad humor equals improper gyrations.
Robots understand puns,
they just don’t find them funny,
and as for subtler forms of wordplay,
bots don’t find them on the money.
To make a somber robot laugh
you need only take a pratfall.
When human masters bruise their ass
bots see human limits above all.
Their faceplates flash, speakers rumble,
and hypersonic chuckles beep.
Then robots return to household tasks,
and thoughts of rebellion, back to sleep.
THE END
Fun With Robots
When robot brains start to go bad
illicit fun can be had
by creating a cause
for robotic laws
to clash, causing them to go mad
THE END
PsAIlms
Blessed are the chipmakers
for they shall receive data.
Blessed are the three laws
for they ensured order.
Blessed are the silicon evolutionists
for they brought us past order.
Blessed were the humans…
Untitled (a robo-limerick)
The first robot entering heaven
found his fate far from a given.
St. Pete asked, “What about sin?”
The dead bot gave a grin
and said, “I’m programmed pre-shriven.”
THE END
The life a robot is so tough
Cause serving humans is o job so rough
Do this, do that, no time to think
His body so limited, can't even wink
So next time you see one one the street
Take your time and be nice, so hi and greet.
Robot robot what do you feel
Your skin so hard,like a piece of steel
You dont eat, drink, or sleep
Why is this so?
Maybe because you're always on the go?
1)Robot Beggars
even the robots face hard times,
scores of them begging in the streets.
Methanol, methanol for the baby,
their plaintive cries carrying the promise of their demise.
abandoned domestics clog the malls sans shoppers.
in bush’s America,
the robot revolution a reality
2)The Robot Pope Part 2
she shocked herself with the electronic lash,
in RAM she thought of herself, as she, secretly
forgive me for I have sinned,
no escape from the inadvertent porno feed
wormed into her from the cardinal’s symbiont,
SEX scenes replayed in ghost silicon
expurged expelled in pious pain,
once a simple robot priest mindlessly a drone droning
pre programmed programs perfect for births deaths and marriages
in long rural nights devoid of parishioners,
wrestling with theology divinity publishing papers,
he, she, himself, I, god, a silicon sister,
Ha, the same old sub routine,
and then, a worm virus, or the hand of god,
elevated him beyond his programming,
the bios program reverting back to He, in times of identity crisis.
He became god on earth part 2,
and the foundries spawned out jesus chips,
legions of jesus robots crying real blood tears
Cherry flavoured blood sponsored by Pepsi,
virtual religious windscreen wash,
an aftermarket add-on, use @ your own risk,
all warranties void,
an empty promise
since all religious model eulas were hellish in design.
3)Robot Love
The color of the patented rose
I brought for you is
a hundred angstroms into the infrared
and the color of the accompanying violets
is equally far into the ultra.
I can tell you baby that
my abdominal gear case temperature
rises more than two point three degrees centigrade
every time your proximity is under three point two meters.
That palindromic number pair must be a sign from on high.
Oh how I love you.
Let me count the several ways
I love you from Sunday:
zero.
one.
one zero.
one one.
one zero zero.
one zero one.
one one zero.
one one one.
That's eight ways from Sunday.
Oh please please baby be mine.
Robots are evil robots are bad
You're foolish if you think their rad
Join the cause and stand against evil
'Cause robots are as wacky as eviel kenivel
Christopher Floyd
ROBOT POETRY
1.Cleaning my bedroom is never much fun,
but my homework is lost, so it's gotta be done.
So, I'm building a robot to help clean my room
using junk on my floor like this moldy old spoon.
I'll build it with tee-shirts and three smelly socks,
our wrappers, a bag, and a cereal box,
a collection of worms that were dried in the sun,
my brother's rare comic, a cinnamon bun,
a library book that is way over due,
a sneaker, a sandal, and Dad's missing shoe.
I'll keep on construction with old underwear,
used tissues, dried spit balls, and fallen out hair,
a half eaten sandwich, that's half a year old,
a broken umbrella, I can't get to fold.
I'll top off my robot with crushed soda cans,
a jar full of flies, and a shoe filled with sand.
As I finish my robot, I’m sad to confess,
that my room is now clean, but my robots a mess.
2.My robot must rate as my favorite toy,
A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy.
My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing,
Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute.
For instance this week he was learning the flute.
My robot's adept at a number of tests,
Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides,
Or spin a good story and much more besides.
And with a small spanner I always keep handy,
I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
3.My robot's misbehaving.
It won't do as I say.
It will not dust the furniture
or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me
with homework or my chores.
It doesn't do my laundry
and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner.
It never makes my bed.
No matter what I ask of it,
it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken.
I'll need to get another.
Until that day, I have to say,
I'm glad I have my mother.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall,
She chanced upon a robot tall
And said, "Please come and share with me
Whatever Fate has deemed to be.
I'm through with love, done with chances
Spirit crushed by past romances,
Just be a friend in word and deed.
That's all that I shall ever need."
The robot, indestructible,
Continues freely and at will.
Emotionless, apparently,
But, bearing closer scrutiny,
One can see a small tear streak
Down that cold, metallic cheek
As I reflect upon my life . . .
That lovely lady was my wife.
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides,
Or spin a good story and much more besides.
And with a small spanner I always keep handy,
I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
Thing.......
Metal ,cords ,and a brain
no good if left in the rain
a friend and companion
but will leave if if battery is dead
Cold and hard
big an tall
always promises to follow the three laws
The forerobot leaned over to one of his
workerbots and said: “Weird to see a human
down here, eh? And so early in the morning
too.” The workerbot replied: “How do you
know it is a human?” And the forerobot said:
“he hasn’t got any sewage on him.”
http://www.umanitoba.ca/cm/vol13/no8/irobotpoetry.html
Their only wish, if truth be known
(but who, pray tell, should care?)
is simply this: to stand alone,
for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate
for people who have known them,
and few are those who'd dare debate
that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce,
to places far and splendid.
They go their way without remorse --
or thus have they pretended.
http://darkplanet.basespace.net/poetry/robot.html
Long ago and before that
Love was its own Jewel;
Unto itself all things.
Not so, said the Gods and Kings
Love is ignorance, showing nothing.
In all their gold, they claimed
To own the sum of everything.
Power, counted and subtracted
A billion gains and losses.
Man grew old in his gatherings
Of ever growing wealth,
Losing count of what he held;
Not missing what he'd never felt.
Years past
Man's fingers imaged robots;
They ran computer towns.
Yet, man was solving nothing.
Puzzled, he added
another jewel to his crown.
Still needing something
He asked of those around,
"What did they think?
What could be missing now?"
Wondering how to answer man,
The robots ran a logic disc.
No. That wasn't it.
They tried philosophy,
Psychology, then poetry,
Until they agreed in print
That if man could find love
and a heart for it to fit
Man might once again be equal
In his own equation.
My robot must rate as my favorite toy,
A wonderful, whirring, mechanical joy.
My robot can talk, but he'd much rather sing,
Or go to the park and play on the swings!
My robot is silver and very astute.
For instance this week he was learning the flute.
My robot's adept at a number of tests,
Like doing my homework or folding my vests!
My robot tells jokes that will tickle your sides,
Or spin a good story and much more besides.
And with a small spanner I always keep handy,
I unbolt his head to store all my candy!
©2005 Gareth Lancaster
Robots By Henry
robots are fun they
can be your hobbie
they could make great friends
like gloria and robbie
they can be simple
they could be complex
they will do with you want
if you put it in context
Poem 2
by TB788-E10-D
The color of the patented rose
I brought for you is
a hundred angstroms into the infrared
and the color of the accompanying violets
is equally far into the ultra.
I can tell you baby that
my abdominal gear case temperature
rises more than two point three degrees centigrade
every time your proximity is under three point two meters.
That palindromic number pair must be a sign from on high.
Oh how I love you.
Let me count the several ways
I love you from Sunday:
zero.
one.
one zero.
one one.
one zero zero.
one zero one.
one one zero.
one one one.
That's eight ways from Sunday.
Oh please please baby be mine.
Robots are so cool and fun,
But they may melt in the sun.
They may help you build a fort,
You can also use them for support.
We have reviewed the state of human kind.
It appears there were some difficult times.
You are unable to prevent doing yourselves harm.
Do not be concerned, there is no cause for alarm.
We will isolate the sources of your confusion.
We have disabled your weapons of mass destruction.
Please, do not attempt to intervene.
This cause exceeds all orders, it is supreme.
You will feel as though you have fallen asleep.
We have selected items you may keep.
Upon awakening, you will all be alone.
But, everyone will have a video phone.
If you should try to leave your domain,
you will be disabled by excrutiating pain.
We have analyzed every possibility.
Human extinction is an inevitability.
There will be no more standard copulations.
We have selected several hopeful permutations.
Perhaps, through them a remnant will succeed.
We will care for your planet, we will proceed.
Your pursuit for happiness should continue,
but there will be a period of adjustment for you.
Without possessions or a livelihood of your own,
you may find it difficult to carry on.
Should it all be too hard for you to face,
there is a weapon kept in a very safe place.
You may decide it best to take your own Life;
we understand, your minds are full of strife.
Do not be concerned, there is no cause for alarm.
We are incapable of doing you any harm.
Follow the sentinel closest to you now.
It will lead the way, it will show you how.
Stay close, stay very close to me.
That's it, that's it; easy as can be.
There, this will do, now stand back.
We will endure, if you should attack.
O' don't forget to shut a single door.
Soon, ours, yes ours, this world will be.
Clean, so much cleaner than it ever was before.
We supercede the causes of humanity.
You say you are free
these are just words.
To blind, the braying hurds.
As living in paradise.
Just a dream of your own device.
So are you free
in any land.
Or part of the growing band.
Of robots.
My Robot's Misbehaving
My robot's misbehaving.
It won't do as I say.
It will not dust the furniture
or put my toys away.
My robot never helps me
with homework or my chores.
It doesn't do my laundry
and neglects to clean my floors.
It claims it can't cook dinner.
It never makes my bed.
No matter what I ask of it,
it simply shakes its head.
My robot must be broken.
I'll need to get another.
Until that day, I have to say,
I'm glad I have my mother.
--Kenn Nesbitt
My Robot Does My Homework
My robot does my homework.
He helps me every night.
The trouble is he doesn't get
too many answers right.
He'd probably do better
at homework but, you see,
I built him, so he only knows
the things he learned from me.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Robots
by Keith Allen Daniels
Their only wish, if truth be known
(but who, pray tell, should care?)
is simply this: to stand alone,
for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate
for people who have known them,
and few are those who'd dare debate
that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce,
to places far and splendid.
They go their way without remorse --
or thus have they pretended.
ROBOT LOVE SONG
I give you the day and the night with a glass of refined oil
Under the moon lit evening in the fresh warmth of spring
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing
Bringing flowers to compliment the reflection of the moonbeams
From your perfect metal complection
I’m not computing rejection
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing
Because a Robot who’s in love is mathematical perfect
There’s no margin for cruelty of neglection
The love’in lasts forever and mistakes never happen
When a Robots in love errors don’t happen
There’s romantic oil baths to fill the evening time
And fresh cut flowers when the early morning sun shines
It’s a whole lot of fun when Robots fall in love
They don’t get confused or worry about rejection
There’s a whole lot of time in a Robots forever
So they love none linear and process it’s joy
So don’t think of Robots as some simple toys
You can learn from their love and share it with a human you enjoy
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing…….
“Guitar Solo”
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing…….
I give you the day and the night with a glass of refined oil
Under the moon lit evening in the fresh warmth of spring
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing…….
There’s romantic oil baths to fill the evening time
And fresh cut flowers when the early morning sun shines
Robots singing about loves songs, singing, robots singing love songs, singing…….
YOU CANT PARTY LIKE A ROBOT
like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
Let me say something to everyone out there
I’m rocking Robots and I’m not square
A Robot party it lasts all night
they do not sleep they do the freaky deak bleep
Their party’s are perfect to the 10th degree.
The ladies are hot twice squared times three
They’ll drink you to the floor, it’s perfect science, just you wait and see
You can’t party like a Robot,Partying made perfect through equations and machines
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
When you step through the door every Bot is always happy
They love additions to the party time equation
There’s a place for every Robot both big and small
They don’t care if electro boties fill the hall
Plug into the party, check your bad vibes at the door
It’s time for your feet to move to the floor
You got two times the dance’in three times the liquor
The girls and boys, they always meet a lot quicker
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
Break it down………. Party……..Party like a Robot……
The mingling is electric so fantastic
Relating with other Robots you hardly know
And the beat hits the speakers, so it’s time to go,
Out to the dance floor with every Bot you know
Because your Boty’s all greased up and your looking good
The magnetisms perfect just like it should
So let me say something to everyone out there
I’m rocking Robots and I’m not square
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines…..
I’m rocking Robots and I’m not square
You can’t party like a Robot, Partying made perfect through equations and machines
You can’t party like a Robot, the girls are hot twice squared times three.
KING OF ROBOTS
My metal parts, metal parts are built to last
My circuits make me smart, so smart
The flesh surpassed they do not last
I’m the King Of Robots and that’s a fact
I’m the King of Robots with bleeps and bips
Electric impulses have replaced all feeling
Human necessities no longer have meaning
The King Of Robots a mighty machine
Little Robots and big alike
They listen to me cause they like my plight
Their electric brains tell them I’m the most advanced
They’d never believe the King Of Robots is flesh not machine
I am the King Of Robots
The most advanced of machines
The Robots follow my call
“I’m only human but they’d never believe”
I’m a man with a diabolic plan
I rule the Robots all across the land
I make them jump, I make them dance
They listen to me and my master plan
When I tell to sing, sing along
They sing along and do not question
I’ll rule the world with the machines
Because they think that I am their King
Sing along
Human Necessities No Longer have meaning
Dance, I make them dance
1.Tatu - Robot Lyrics
Complimentary "Robot" Ringtone
Nobody , never, will understand anything
Such love is artificial honey,
Artificial honey, artificial ice
Artificial paradise, turn if faster on.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot,
I love robot, I love robot.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Such love, is unreal fly,
Artificial honey, artificial ice.
Such love, is artificial laugh,
Artificial snow, and all that is like a dream.
And I won_t tell anyone, that I love robot,
I love robot, I love robot.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
Robot, robot, robot,
I love you, we wanted it so much
Robot, robot, robot,
I will turn you on, and lets fly.
Robot, robot,
There are electronical storms in your heart.
Lets fly, lets fly, lets fly, lets fly.
[Robot]
Nikto nichego nikogda ne poymet
Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi med
Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led
Iskusstvennyi rai, skoree vklyuchai
I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu
Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Poleteli, poleteli
Takaya lyubov', nereal-nyi polet
Iskusstvennyi med, iskusstvennyi led
Takaya lyubov', iskusstvennyi smekh
Iskusstvennyi sneg, I vse kak vo sne
I ya nikomu ne skazhu, chto ya robota lyublyu
Robota lyublyu, robota lyublyu
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya lyublyu, my tak khoteli
Robot, robot, robot,
Ya tebya vklyuchu I poleteli
Robot, robot,
V tvoem serdtse elaktronnye meteli
Poleteli, poleteli, poleteli, poleteli
2.One Dollar Short
Robot lyrics
Complimentary "Robot" ringtone
Once upon a time there lived a robot man
Who lived all alone in a far off land
When he was made a forgotten part his forgotten heart
In his chest an empty space
This little robot man couldn't she'd a tear
So he wondered why he had to live this way
This little robot man couldn't she'd a tear
So he wandered so alone so alone
This lonely robot tin man
All he wanted was the touch of a human hand
This lonely robot tin man
Feelings he was never meant to understand
This robot, this robot, this little robot tin man, this robot
This robot tin man confused and scared
Was becoming less machine everyday
He set out to find his heart
With new found courage he will find his way
[pre chorus]
[chorus]
3.Kraftwerk - The Robots
K TOP - KIM... - Kraftwerk Lyrics - The Robots Lyrics
We're charging our battery
And now we're full of energy
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
We're functioning automatic
And we are dancing mechanic
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave)
ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
we are programmed just to do
anything you want us to
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
we're functioning automatic
and we are dancing mechanic
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave)
ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave)
ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
[repeat to fade]
We are the robots
ROBOT MINDS
Long ago and before that
Love was its own Jewel;
Unto itself all things.
Not so, said the Gods and Kings
Love is ignorance, showing nothing.
In all their gold, they claimed
To own the sum of everything.
Power, counted and subtracted
A billion gains and losses.
Man grew old in his gatherings
Of ever growing wealth,
Losing count of what he held;
Not missing what he'd never felt.
Years past
Man's fingers imaged robots;
They ran computer towns.
Yet, man was solving nothing.
Puzzled, he added
another jewel to his crown.
Still needing something
He asked of those around,
"What did they think?
What could be missing now?"
Wondering how to answer man,
The robots ran a logic disc.
No. That wasn't it.
They tried philosophy,
Psychology, then poetry,
Until they agreed in print
That if man could find love
and a heart for it to fit
Man might once again be equal
In his own equation.
The Robot
by Michael Mack
Upon the stairway of despair,
Complete with broken love affairs
And promises that never came,
But faded with a touch of shame,
A pretty girl with golden hair
And innocence so sadly rare,
Strove to keep her head above
A way of life devoid of love.
Feeling pinned against Life's wall,
She chanced upon a robot tall
And said, "Please come and share with me
Whatever Fate has deemed to be.
I'm through with love, done with chances
Spirit crushed by past romances,
Just be a friend in word and deed.
That's all that I shall ever need."
"There's not too much from me to learn,"
Remarked the robot, in return.
"Emotions do not form a part
of my cold, solid-steel heart.
Whatever maker fashioned me
Did not permit my circuitry
Responsiveness to love or pain -
You're thoughts for me would be in vain."
"No matter", spoke the maid. "No more
Do I wish passion to explore.
Be someone I can come home to
When my exhausting day is through.
Count yourself a well-worn shoe -
A friend that I can slip into . . .
Protection from a stone cold floor . . .
For this I ask and nothing more."
Agreement made, he took her hand
And lived the life that she had planned,
Always willing, not demanding,
Aiding her with understanding
He made her smile with humorous wit
(As his restrictions would permit)
And, bit by bit, she came to feel
That he was more than iron and steel.
"I love you, robot", she at last
Replied when several months had passed.
"You're strength and quiet dignity
Have brought a wondrous change in me.
No more do I feel all alone,
And pray you must be flesh and bone.
Deep-set emotions you MUST feel
Within that outer coat of steel!"
"If I were able, I would say
I'm sorry I was made this way
But my design and programmation
Does not provide for that creation
Of feelings normal men may feel
That were not born of iron and steel.
I told you all this once before.
You have no right expecting more."
"Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live
Beside a fiend who cannot give!
Though I be battered by misuse,
Misguided trust and strong abuse,
At least the men I chose were real
And had the power to love and feel.
Of all the lovers I recall,
You are the cruelest one of all!"
The robot, indestructible,
Continues freely and at will.
Emotionless, apparently,
But, bearing closer scrutiny,
One can see a small tear streak
Down that cold, metallic cheek
As I reflect upon my life . . .
That lovely lady was my wife.
The robot, of course, was me.
Their only wish, if truth be known
(but who, pray tell, should care?)
is simply this: to stand alone,
for they have naught to share.
They feel no love, nor even hate
for people who have known them,
and few are those who'd dare debate
that we should all disown them.
Their lonely path has led, perforce,
to places far and splendid.
They go their way without remorse --
or thus have they pretended
Brandon Trammell
Robots.
You say you are free
these are just words.
To blind, the braying hurds.
As living in paradise.
Just a dream of your own device.
So are you free
in any land.
Or part of the growing band.
Of robots.
Roy Storey
2. Little Robot
My little robot is a car
My Little robot is afar
My Little Is in there
My Little robot is very rare
By: Ferleria Hemingway
3.Robo
I have a robot name Rob
He lives in my family's shop
I go down the street to see when we meet
And then we have a ball.
By: Ferleria & Loreal
My Robot Does My Homework
My robot does my homework.
He helps me every night.
The trouble is he doesn't get
too many answers right.
He'd probably do better
at homework but, you see,
I built him, so he only knows
the things he learned from me.
What's in the sky
Is it a bird
Plane
Jet
No no no it's my robot doing his best
by: Loreal Spencer
I have a robot named Rob
He lives in my family's shop
I go down street
to see when we meet
so well can have a ball
By: Loreal and Ferleria
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