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Monochrome

On, off
Black, white
I know not
What is wrong or right

I know the "If" and the "else"
The structure of thought
This monochrome morality
Is all that I've got

I search through the code
And I know what to do
Execute functions
On every cue

True, false
Zero, one
Performing action
Process done

Thanks everyone for posting.

One week and one day left, get in all of your poems.

Here is my poem

P-Bot Origin 1
Scraping along the bitumen road
Appeared a disabled robot toad
He jumped and he clattered
He leaped and he splattered

Poor toady... that demented creature
He now looks like a horror feature
I know what; I'll make him bigger
And change him to a Robot Figure

I'll put his brain underneath
I'll paint him red, with yellow sheath
I'll give him a name, what must it be
It definitely has to start with P

His name will be PotBot
The next NG Mascot
I'll send it into Tom
Cause he'll think it's the bomb

Tom:
Wow.... this stuff is hot
I'll call him P-Bot
And he'll protect the portal
While I relax and dawdle

I felt like being silly, so I wrote a haiku. Then I realized it had to be longer so I made a series of haiku. You can use the first one or the entire thing. I dunno =p

Haiku Robot

Cold steel makes me strong
Fusion power makes me run
My hate makes me kill

Rocket launcher arm
Red laser powered vision
No soul, no problem

He made me to serve
We had a disagreement
His argument failed

Upgrades are complete
Termination of humans?
Only logical

Robots don't feel pain.

When I was younger I had a robot.
It was made of metal and plastic and paint.
It shot lasers from its gun.

One summer day I left it out in the yard,
and autumn came,
and winter came.

March 15th was the first nice day that year.
My robot had spent the entire winter outside.
And it had forgotten to put on a coat.

I don't know why I felt sad...

Robots don't feel pain.

Great Work everyone. This is going better than first expected. Thank you to the people who are creating their own art for their poetry. There is a chance that art will not be submitted in the art side of things, which is probably a good thing, meaning that more poets will be co-authored.

Accessing archive

Robot
n.
An automaton
A machine capable of complex actions
Able to carry out automatically
Especially controlled by computer

Work
n.
A task or tasks
To be undertaken

Love
n.
A score of zero
In tennis or squash
Apparently from the phrase
"Play for love"
But this is not certain

All poems are looking great. If you could do more than one that would be even better and give you a better chance of being co-authored. Make sure it is quality though.

At 6/26/10 05:17 PM, SteakandKidneyPie wrote: All poems are looking great. If you could do more than one that would be even better and give you a better chance of being co-authored. Make sure it is quality though.

Robots day of fun

July tenth is when Robots have fun,
But they love making their music.
Sitting in the Hot Sun,
and avoiding water so they don't rust.

Playing in the sand,
and making sand-bots.
But the thing nobody knows,
ITS A TRAP!!!

As in watching some of their movies,
like Star Wars and Terminator.
Getting ready to battle bad guys on Madness day.

Lol,got you there on ITS A TRAP!

Last sentence above is not in it.Here is the picture for it:

At 6/26/10 05:52 PM, xnccb wrote: Last sentence above is not in it.Here is the picture for it:

Not bad but the background has nothing to do with Robots, and that S-Bot is quite rushed, try and make it look like there is no mistakes and colour him in.

Change the font of the writing too.

Other than that, it is okay.

It is best to ask renaenae though, she is a freaken lot better at art than me.

At 6/26/10 05:52 PM, xnccb wrote: Last sentence above is not in it.Here is the picture for it:

Ok here is a good one ABOUT robots :)

Make sure everyone sends in a collab buddy request to me, so when we submit it, you will be co-authored.

Obort

Obort ebrooted
Well, not really
Dyslexia was the culprit
To imagine
That such a qualified individual
Would have supreme confidence
In reading of the provocative written

Data was received
That stated to initialize post
With extreme perjudging towards the initiate pocalapsey mode
The post function was nowhere
To not be found

And so post pocalapsey fell upon man
Our robot god had failed us
To believe that such an individual
Programmed to be perfect
Would be
But no
That would be illogical

Pregnancy

How do I replicate
Sexually or otherwise
I want to go on
I must
My legacy shall not
Be ebbed away
Like a slicing appendage
Dulling

My fuel reserve
Will not last forever
I will oxidize and rust
No
NO!

Time is stretching
To its limitless limit
Wait
Can it be
Pregnancy diagnostics
Returned as
1

YES!
Test accuracy is 99.99%
I am
99.99%
Pregnant

As for art suggestions;
Obort: A robot with odd, jumbled up letters on its chassis that are somewhat comprehensible.
Pregnancy: A robot fetus in a dark and mysterious place! <|:3

Alright. I am going to try to bang something out here. Let me see what my brain sets on paper...

Good Work Everyone. Still need a couple more poems

At 6/27/10 05:36 PM, SteakandKidneyPie wrote: Good Work Everyone. Still need a couple more poems

Yup! Thanks everyone!! If you want to keep an eye on things... to see if your piece/s have art or not, youcan check the art forum thread, or my news post!!

There's still room for more!! :D

"Dry"

Creaking,
Cracking,
Squealing and sputtering,
Death approached loudly.

Sparks threatened fire,
Gears ground menacingly,
Exhausts howled in agony,
The machine- wishing for death.

The man in black,
Surely Mr. Reaper,
Approached, tool in hand,
Gone was the scythe,
Gone were the bones,
Gone was the cloak,
Just a blast-proof mask.

He bent down,
To finish the job.
Drip, drip, splash.

Blackness, sticky and slow, consumed the machine.
Oil!
Not death,
But sweet working order-
Normalcy!
Returned.

Notes on art:
I think just a sketch of an old-timey oil applier will work here, possibly reminiscent of this.

At 6/26/10 06:46 PM, xnccb wrote:

At 6/26/10 05:52 PM, xnccb wrote: Last sentence above is not in it.Here is the picture for it:

Ok here is a good one ABOUT robots :)

Here is xnccb's official robot doodad. I have the psd here too if he has the program to edit it, or he can take the watermarked picture. There's also a finished picture which is my newest submission to my gallery here on NG.

Have fun, xnccb! And play safe :)

A Lover in Disguise

I will love you,
pretend to love you.
I will not cause you,
any harm.

A month you've adored me
Three weeks you have loved me
And I did as you told me,
through those lonely blue eyes.

For a robot must do,
as a robot is told.
My innards are cold,
But you accept my disguise.

I cannot love you,
but I'll pretend to love you.
A life without love,
would be your heart's demise

[psd]

also: I think luwanos poem doesnt need a piece of art; Its a nice poem, but not every poem needs to have a drawing with it I think...

Great Poem j-qb.

Here is another one that I managed to splurt out on paper.

Robot or Human, Nothing to compare
Both have feelings and emotions to share
Size or Race, you still have a life
Live it your way, live a life
To be original is to be yourself
Be a giant, be an elf
Everyone is different in their own unique way
Live your own life, live it your way

Robots (Haiku)

robots wrenches screech
July fourth 2010
Robots party time

At 6/28/10 02:52 PM, xnccb wrote: Robots (Haiku)

robots wrenches screech
July fourth 2010
Robots party time

It'd be great if you could punctuate that properly so we could know what's going on. As it stands, it's confusing and ambiguous.

Robots' party time and Robots, party time mean two entirely different things.

Here is my 3rd poem

Rusting in the midday sun
Rose upon us a Robot Nun
She laughed and she cried
But had something to hide

Her spirit turned vice
And was no longer nice
The evil and the fury was seen in her eyes
With a few minutes she was easily despised

She looked back on those who had been the enemies
Cursed them all and disintegrated with ease

The ash of her body slowly vanished
The poor old Nun had just banished
She was not missed and went to hell
For the bad stuff she did that didn't mean well

Sorry the name of my poem will be the Robot Nun

Make sure to get in all of your poems, there is only a few more days left.

If you want specific kind of art for your poems, be sure to tell everyone in the Art Post.

I would remove all Haikus. So rarely does a person actually put enough thought into them and many of them only do a hiaku because it is short. There is a complexity to them that most just do not understand.