Best Driverless Poems
Electric cars are coming
Driverless ones too
I wonder if you feel
as disappointed as I do
If you remember the thrill of the road
with the top down on your car
Wind whipping your hair wildly
Speedometer's needle your guiding star
Accelerating on the freeway
Punching out at green lights
Burning rubber at those stop signs
Crossing the country, seeing sights...
Never again to 'see the USA
in our Chevrolets,' we are
surrounded by sensors, alarms and air bags
belted in seat harnesses and gagged
The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of people, seemingly with purpose, abandon the streets to their suburban abodes, leaving a nugatory melting pot of the "Ill at ease" to pursue or solicit rudimentary shelter to respite their weary frames.
The man is homeless.......
To the city streets he is confined, incarcerated by their invisible partition that circumscribe his ability to breach the tenticaled alleys and lanes. For buzzing in his mind, "I'm not aloud" echoes through his sub conscience cerebrations. Involuntarily his legs move his ageless body, one foot in front of the other in timeless motion like a driverless carriage aimlessly meandering through the city thoroughfares.
He sits to repose on a lichen encrusted slab that has entreated a myriad of his ilk for generations past and assuredly for many more to traverse. For the briefest moment the fog that clouds his mind is pushed aside by a gentle puff of memory as he is transported to a place where children's laughter fills the room and a woman sitting at a dining table, her auburn hair comfortably resting on her slender shoulders as she gazes admiringly at... Then thunderclouds rush over him like a tidal wave to the sound of, "Move you filthy wino", he scurries off as the fog settles back into its occupation.
Lost within the multitude of human quiddity, like the leaves of a plane tree aquiescing to the winds dominating gusts. He is swept along the tide of life, existing but never living, obedient to every buckle and wrench, never adapting to the changing seasons, accepting feeling of cold and heat with equal passiveness. The drum of life ever beating, yet his march is incessantly out of step.
a future with driverless cars
soul phones without any bars
tight traffic patterns
sanitized slatterns
poetry different from ares
This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less
I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth
Just answer and tell me yes
Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
Now are completely fireless
A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless
Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless
They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless
A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless
So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless
Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless
Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business
My friend the romantic dude
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless
The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less
A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely sugarless
My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless
So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless
Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless
written a long time ago
Aghast
Sans shutting the dresser fast
Lest drawing to cloths to the past.
Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck
That metaphors me whence getting stuck
During adolescence – which lasted decades
each 'n to barreling driverless
heading toward
a garbage disposal dump peed truck
when me entire being felt utter yuck
Holograms of former life inhabit
childhood each dresser drawer
Which furniture about five feet from top to floor
Encapsulates invisible fractals
of me and contrived lore
Iron nick lee, the latter increases
as sands of time increase more
Find mine gaze drawn to hash marks
(from Matthews’) fingers did score
Within the veneer epitomizing strife that tore
And rent psyche asunder
exemplifying unseen civil war
That raged within façade of placidity
Hosting mailer daemons in this yahoo –
nobody could see
Re:
Clawing to cleave copper handles of me
Synonymous with malevolent genie
Hell bent of wreaking havoc
and thus clamored to break free
From shuttered jumbled wardrobe
stale garments some mold e
bereft of taking a tumble
in washer and dryer to air
Perspiration from boyhood pores,
with a skinny body when bare
As would be immediately clear
By many I did fear
Whose gaze akin to a scorching glare
Exhuming a suffer 'n soul silent leer,
especially when viewer near
Gaze glued at tchotchkes
like skeletal frame, with palm sized rear
Analogous to that boudoir – over there
Where housed baggy garments,
yes even under wear
Ill fitting hardly worn hand me downs
a haunting clasp from yesteryear!
She sits in her old four door car
Jittery as a stick shift
All day every day
An old fashion woman
Smoking a pack of Camels
With all the windows rolled up
Goldfish
Staring out
Blowing bubbles in her dirty bowl
To the trolling park people
Who step from their slick driverless SUVs
Into the woods
With their dogs properly leashed
If only they knew
The poetry she was writing
Rhymes flicked away
To her spy ashtray
Who are they
Anyway?
No better than her
As she
Hides
From her lost job gonner kids and Fentanyl bibs
Q will show her the way
She ain’t so alone
With her hours of boredom
And Trump Putin and Xi
Khamenei
Saved like treasure
In her crumpled hands
She’s noting the march of our deaths
Every day
Out here in the open
Not the other way around
As I had intended for this poem
There’ll be a time
Soon
When she unleashes her door
And gets out
Breathes the same air
Armed by the unholy words
Take back what is yours.
Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me
How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
--All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion
Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?
The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
"I want my independence
I want my freedom
Whatever sights can be seen
I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice
America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
--Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen
"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all" (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
--Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl.
So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers
Noel set me off.
Memories, permutations,
Eating paper.
My mother in her apron.
Dad with the black bin bag
Ready to bin the now useless wrapping
and
I thought.
As I heard my children screaming, snickering and howling downstairs.
What would set them off?
Set them off in their driverless car
Minor technological switches
Urine to wash the British navy's kecks
Half an hour rinse
After I've joined the dead
Thirty years from now.
We love who we love
We do what we do
We are Millennials
What drivel we spew
We are who we are
We live how we live
We are Millennials
We take more than we give
We wait and we wait
We may never get married
We are Millennials
Commitments are scary
We eat bland vegan goodies
We're inveterate foodies
Millennials, we are
We'll order driverless cars
We're now in our prime
We're on our phones all the time
Millennials we are
~ Lifestyles ajar
Steam rises up from sidewalk grates
The sounds of the city is dense and cacophonous these days
As dark and shadows all that's seen
As the light has given way
And nature has just turned to dust
Made way for brick, glass and neon lust
Wall to wall media and advertising
Government messages prioritising
How people should live life
Driverless cars stacked end to end
And new age miniature space ships cruise in flight
Around these congested city streets
As the acid rain pours down on the people beneath
Scurrying around speaking a multitude of languages
This is the result of technology
When it's pushed without thought in the name of greed
Half of society now robotic
But people forgot even tech can be satanic
Like the old satanic mills of long ago past
That holds the death and oppression
The awakened know
Will we ever be able to regain the light?
Will we ever be able to put this right
Very little food and conspiracy theories akin too Soylent Green
This world's not big enough for you and me
The human population has spread like a cancerous disease
A virus eating it's host ravenously
Is this a future that we want to see
And technological nightmare
And stuff of bad dreams
Illuminated by a neon light scene.
Stock-still statues
Bucolic totem-poles
Munching fly-swatters
Lazily grazing ...
Invisible to driverless cars
Merging into the future with driverless cars,
the empty cab will feel like you own it,
or go ahead and send your private car home after you get to work,
two car families will evolve into a one car clan,
only about half of the cars will be needed,
that means less roads built or paved,
and don't forget the insurance jobs, your favorite,
the responsible driver will be the car company and will pay the insurance,
cargo will deliver itself,
and so the over reaching for growth in the economy,
may not be such a bad idea these days.
Santa was right,
all the bad ones get coal.
What hypothesis led us to ever believe in evolution? If humans evolved from a lower form, why did we stop? Is there a process that will propel us
to our destiny, or have we reached it already? Is it really science, or does it better qualify as fiction? I'm trying very hard with this topic but seem to be moving in slow motion. There are things going on in our world that my father would not have imagined. He did not believe in evolution, but perhaps he could have imagined a driverless car. I think if he had a glimpse of artificial intelligence, he would still have preferred his own. Honestly, outside of my Biblical World View, I am one lost turkey. Anyway, I'm not a scientist and might be merely of average intelligence. I'm not a scientist, but I understand gravity, motion, space, and time. If I jump off a building and fall straight down, that is not fiction but fact. If Superman(fiction) doesn't come to my rescue, I'll become 'one-with-the-pavement'(fact). After landing, if I'm not dead or experiencing broken body parts, believe me, that is pure fiction. If I step from a fast moving vehicle and keep in step as before, that's fiction, not fact. Not to worry, I'm not and niether should you try that stunt at home or anywhere else. What may be science fiction today, given process and time, might be true science tomorrow. If for no other reason, science, as I see it, makes sense to me because it demands an origin, a process, and a destiny. Sometimes, I understand fiction, especially when it is defined and presented as such. But unlike science, fiction, as I see it, has no absolutes and demands nothing. Any way and on the contrary, my Biblical World View has both absolutes and clear cut demands, and it seems to be binding me like glue. Therefore, I'm sticking to it. 03092018 FB PS Contest, Science Fiction, Deborah Beachboard
They say that, “computers don’t make mistakes”; it boggles the mind how the same intellect that creates the computers, makes mistakes. How can imperfect minds, create a, perfect machine? They can’t, the human ego is the greatest deceiver; it feeds the human minds cravings with fake food. Driverless vehicles kill, pilotless planes crash more often. Computers, satellites, HDTV’s phones connected to satellites, fail. When will the human species admit we’re not God?
Even nature’s not
Perfect, her children are born
With limitations.
Rings in the trees are
Off-centered, imperfect; joints
Gnarled…arthritic.
Workless Future
We are fast approaching the time when robots
can do 98% of the work, the middle classes will disappear
altogether; and here is where a universal pay will
kick in someone has to buy what robots make.
But if you think you will get a pay packet every month
you are mistaking it will be in the form of stamps you
can use to buy foodstuff and the more expensive things you
buy, the more stamps are used.
There will be two types of stamps. Blue and yellow the last
for entertainment such as going to a restaurant, if you
use all the yellow ones it is possible to bribe the waiter
to accept the blue ones.
Driverless cars are for monthly rental; you can also save
on stamps and buy one that way.
There will be no election as there are no parties
to elect and the authorities will be a remote entity that
cannot be reached: I wish you well in a life of no work,
except if you are a chef, robots only makes bland food.