Best Droid Poems
--- BEFORE---
love birds coo coo coo
mouths holding honeymoon hands
sailing rapture glow
---NOW---
he morphed into a shabby computerholic couch potato
triple sour grudges, the twisted naggings piercing falceto
mr. droid in the attic snoring, his belly bloated like a preggy hag
while garbage stinks as rotting romance wilts on witches’ swag
no night dates, he tickles women online with bills climbing loco loco
--- AND THEN---
merrily soon-to-be-an ex, the droidcoholic shocked bones anew
without a pre-nup, his mother’s mansion's in my name--- woo hoo!
( for P.D's divorce club contest)
Categories:
droid, funny, love
Form:
Haiku
My brain spots are pastel dots
that always fight with my stripes
over who is left and who styles right.
It’s bad enough that my stripes
also argue with each other,
not over their primary color,
but vertical décor versus horizontal.
My brain top is invisible,
not even shadows of minimal.
Brain designers concur it is not fixable.
In the back, well-stashed,
is a golden memory cache
guarded by a spot named Brat.
Small Brat drags a key most tall
and selfishly guards my recall.
Floating, flying, gliding free
is a silver-toned, sprite fairy
who sparkles imagination in me.
Fairy will not argue, just avoid,
my fuzzy brain, logic droid
who climbs over my stripes
and around all my brain dots
attempting to fill and deploy
smarts into all my brain voids.
... CayCay Jennings
March 21, 2018
Categories:
droid, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair
His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display
Civilisation as he knew it
Has gasped its last breath
For the butterfly winged angels
Has left earth in death
For once again their desire
To gain the orb of life
Has left the world as he knows it
In death dying decaying strife
For weeks he travels
To a world he once knew
In ancestral pilgrimage
Answers he pursues
He arrives through earths atmosphere
Human eyes will never see
He lands near Loch Torridon
Kingdom of the King Kane family
Whats left of his village
Bodies drained of their life
Children and the elderly
Man and his wife
For the very last time
He views his ancestral surround
For on these peat laden glens
Black Roses abound
Alba, his country
In death dying decay
As he speeds through its glens
Black Roses display
He reaches the lowlands
And its riches of soil
But nothing else grows
Black Roses spoil
Moments later
There is the sound of a sonic boom
Black clouds above separate
Lights appear through the gloom
Categories:
droid, fantasy, placesdeath, world, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Sci-fi fantasy, please come hence to me.
Show me wonder, space opera blunder.
Show the Galaxy, the worlds I must see.
A droid, a spaceship, through the stars I'll skip.
A rebel scout, to hear a wookie shout.
Oh if only! I had my fantasy!
I'd fire my laser. Wield my light saber.
I'd fly at warp speed. No rules would I heed.
I'd be a pirate. I would never quit.
Solo would envy. Faster than him, I'd be.
Even in the matrix, I'd get my kicks.
I'll take dystopian. You just say when.
Oh please! Oh please I beg! Bring forth to me.
My so well deserved, sci-fi fantasy.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
droid, fantasy, fun, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Sonnet
You call up and say:
“Hello, how are you today?”
I’m dead and rottin’ away,
But my droid is pretty bright,
It answers “I’m all right!”
You celebrate the bi-centennial,
And call up your oldest serving menial:
My spirit is hardly congenial,
But my droid is going strong;
It accepts congratulations from the throng.
So when all is said and done,
I’ve been dust on the floor of sub-station one
Twenty-three revolutions of the sun.
Your polite query is replied,
By the droid who inherited my pride.
Originally published:
Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 87, July 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM87COMP.pdf].
Categories:
droid, science fiction, society, teen,
Form:
Cinquain
Relative time from departure body --
Thus, from Earth we hail.
Sailing to Wolf at light-speed tardy,
Cryonic-dreams of Dale.
Awakened, rudely, at a mere eleven:
A technical glitch, a fail.
Three years to seven, it's never exact,
The crew all burnt and stale.
A compulsory note confirms the fact,
Twenty-five years until mail.
Nothing can dim the sadness I feel,
Save for my faraway Dale.
Androgynous android without a face
Plays chess and laughs so frail.
Reprogrammed to simulate the grace
Of my beloved, bountiful Dale.
Repairs all done -- frozen sleep begun....
A starship commences to wail.
Entering Wolf's red-dwarf, m-class sun.
Thawed, I recalibrate the ACF sail
For low-level orbit around planet 1061.
The lander is prepped to auto-bail.
Message received at base Alpha Centauri --
Four years to Earth and Dale.
A fuchsia sky and gravity-rich mass.
I scan for colonists, to no avail.
Starlight dining with my android lass,
Upgrade face of porcelain-pale.
I signal, farm, rave, survive and wait ... for
A reply from Earth and Dale.
I deflate and weep at the message reaped:
She was killed by a rusty nail!
On mission eve she planned and weaved,
Then cloned her brain to scale.
Bestowed to a droid, my darling destroyed --
'Twas a masterful, Holy Grail code employed.
We walk together the newly trail --
Zeke T. and android, Dale....
Categories:
droid, absence, lonely, love, planet,
Form:
Narrative
I was no sooner asleep, via another plain I'd arrived
It was not of this world, was my journey contrived
For I awoke in a place that I had never ever seen
Trying to understand where I am, what does it all mean
The surroundings that are before me are of a palatial theme
Furnishings so grand that would be fit for any Queen
Stonework like the Norman's, from many centuries ago
But finished to an out of this world modern, throws me so
An attraction allures my eyes, through long draped curtains
What will my eyes view to confirm my distant certain
The skies are not like ours, they are a cobalt crimson red
Planets dot their ceiling in their silent overhead
I turn as I hear footsteps, like a marching from Earths past
Double doors in gentle open, leaves this Semaj aghast
Before me stands a beauty, with porcelain skin so fair
Whilst a lavender ivy graces, her flowing jet black hair
She leans her head as if pondering, touching lips so pink
Hazel eyes now pierce me, I'm wondering what she thinks
She starts to speak a language that's very new to me
Suddenly it's broken English, what do I hear I see
I am Princess Lorena, and you were always in our dreams
It was just a matter of time when you rode our celestial stream
We know of your Scottish courage, your clannish inner self
And how you saved the Earth, from the Butterfly Winged Elves
You and your droid Etto, whom we've allured to help our cause
On our planet you now stand, like your Earth, has many flaws
We plead you to lead our army, for we believe you to be true
For in this I shall repay, I'll bequeath myself to you
This poem, written by me, James Fraser's is my entry into Constance's contest,
"Tell Her Story"
Categories:
droid, fantasyme, me, planet,
Form:
Couplet
My name is semaj
Far distant planet I hail
Distress beacon sensed
Civilisaton to fail
Negative scents
Disturbs my thoughts
This paradise place
Millions distraught
Gravity erratic
Tides adrift
Earth unbalanced
Out of orbital shift
Racolny,
The butterflied winged elf
Has captured their moon
In wanton stealth
As earth spins
Against the void
It's spin of shift
Will ultimately destroy
I need to tune into
Their lunar hum
Once sequenced
My search has begun
My droid Etto
Attracts me so
In the quadrant near Mars
The winged ones glow
Their orb is open
To release the moon
To atmosphere
Save Mars from doom
Area reached
My plan is etched
Save the moon
From these butterflied winged wretched
Etto my droid
Emits a pulse
In their honed ears
The signals bounce
In a frenzy of hurt
Their ears bleed
A potent pulse
For this elf like breed
As Racolny drifts
In the Mars empty
The orb is released
To save the land of plenty
Earth reached
The orb in place
Lunar release
Atmosphere graced
Etto and I
We head back home
So I can tell my children
Where their ancestors once roamed
" follow up to Butterflied Winged Elf of Darkness "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/myth-fantasy.php
Categories:
droid, adventure, fantasy, nature, science
Form:
Rhyme
Media frenzies gather pace
Camera's focused on our skies
The slightest move by these crafts
Always takes us by surprise
Nations are asking questions
As to why we face these crafts
Confusion meets their replies
For once they cannot draft
More than a week now has passed
Still they hover through the clouds
Daily life is not the same
Even thoughts are heard out loud
The world awoke one morning
For above these crafts already here
Floating cities in the sky
Perfectly round massive spheres
They must be here for a reason
For the crafts below now descend
Billions of people await transfixed
Is this the beginning of our end
The ship above the Piedras Negras
Now hovers over the Mayan Temple
Silver slide doors open to ajar
The waiting media stand so still
What we call a droid appears in view
It's as if climbing down the steps
Where many have walked to their death
To compensate their godly depth
At the relocated sacrifice alter
A cylinder it appears to leave
It now ascends the steps
What now are we led to believe
Upon the reaching of the cylinder
It opens before it's touched
A scroll is revealed inside
Now in the Governments clutch
The world is now in conference
For the scroll is about to be read
Billions await the news
Religious followers pray in dread
Our year is finally upon you
Many centuries you have had to comply
The warning was in our calender
No more time you have to defy
No sooner had their message been read
They had disappeared from our skies
Their threat, had it all been a warning
Do we humans cheer, or do we despise
The end of the year now approaches
Past events are still in our thoughts
2013 is just around the corner
Is this a lesson, we've just been taught
NASA reports that the shuttle Discovery
Has emerged from the dark side of the moon
Having being hidden from our past events
They are looking to come home real soon
Reports are coming in from Antarctica
The skies turning a deep cobalt blue
Above the Discovery witnesses
Five explosions in sporadic view
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-18.php
Categories:
droid, fantasyworld,
Form:
Quatrain
I awoke this morning
To a brand new day
The sun was shining
Neighbourhood children played
Then i heard on the news
That made my hair stand on end
The Reapers elves
To our world they descend
Dressed in black
These creatures of death
To take earths life
It's very last breath
With them he marches
Dictating who dies
Enrolling the weak
As he casts his eyes
First Toronto and Buffalo
Near these beautiful falls
Cities, towns and villages
In darken deathly maul
They reach Albany
Near route 87
Many people are praying
As they look towards heaven
They are now in their thousands
As they walk with the dead
The discarded are left
In bloodied stained shreds
Our countries are in cry
For a saviour so strong
To turn this dark evil to right
Cast them out, to where they came from
Semaj is summoned
Once again
From his Kingdom in the Highlands
Master of, the Mountains and Glens
With Etto his droid
New York they reach
To call up the followers
In world wide preach
He summons the Knights
And hero's of old
To rise for the right
And join his fold
In Churches and Cathedrals
All throughout our nations
Burial vaults are opening
Civilisations salvation
Even the gargoyles
Leave their resting places
To join the fold
Their faces now grace us
To the North of New York
The old and the new stand
To rid this evil
From our righteous free lands
The Reaper cries
Hell is for hero's
As King Richard replies
Hell is for zero's
Both armies clash
In bloodied spoil
But there's no spill of red
On this free countries soil
Where all around
Lie fallen elves
The Reaper on his knees
For this is where he fell
Semaj stands over
This evil of the dark
With his claymore he strikes
We are now worlds apart
The clean up begins
As they are gathered en-mass
With the divine waters
This evil has passed
The very next day
All the old hero's have returned
To their place of rest
For on this day they have earned
Nations stood together
To fight all evil, as one
The corner has been turned
A new world has begun
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-10.php
Categories:
droid, faith, fantasy, life, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
You have read my adventures
Along with Etto my droid
We are fighters of evil
As we leave them destroyed
But where am i from
I hear you all ask
I'm from Cygnus-X1
Where we live true without masks
Where you stay
I stayed there before
My ancestors left
Before your planet became sore
We left planet earth
Quite some time ago
With a different race
A different galaxy we would go
Our planet is similar
We remain oxygen breathers
Residing on continents and quadrants
Interplanetary greeters
When you look to our skies
You see our many moons
They now deflect comets and meteors
Just like a space broom
Our buildings are based on
Architecture of the past
Pyramid shaped
A style built to last
Our army is vast
For freedom they will fight
With weapons you only dream off
And spaceships of might
Our intelligence is so strong
We hear signals from afar
Hence my visits to your earth
To assist you from harm
My name is Semaj
With Etto my droid
We are always here should you need us
To save you from void
Maybe one day
I'll say, welcome to my world
Then you'll know you have been welcomed
As you would hear my words
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy.php
Categories:
droid, fantasy, history, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Trump's Security Clearance is void
And a Florida judge is annoyed
She wanted to see
How Trump's latest plea
Shifts the blame to an FBI droid
Categories:
droid, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I am N8LM a protocol droid,
an oil bath is good when I’m annoyed;
Perilous journeys leave me so annoyed,
I prefer trips that are less than a parsec;
It’s better to travel less than a parsec,
if you get caught it is all your fault;
How rude to blame me if it’s your fault
I told you unequivocally of the odds!
Seven hundred and twenty to one odds,
you heard me in NONE of my dialects;
Fluent in over six million dialects,
I will aid you however you see fit;
I translate language so it will fit,
I am N8LM a protocol droid.
Categories:
droid, emotions, film, tribute,
Form:
Other
As two Martian brothers went out to play
They argued as to what it would be today
Flipping a coin the younger boy won
“I know just what would be a lot of fun.
Let’s play like we are spacemen from Earth
And we’ll make a movie to show we were here first
And let’s pretend that I win the Spaceman award”
“Hold on you droid, if I’m on board,
You will never win the spaceman of the year award”
“I will so. Honestly I get so bored.
I win the toss and you fuss”
“But, You haven’t the love of humanity for it, you woos”
Cranking up the old rusty government reject garbage can,
The imaginary thrusters coughed, and man,
did they begin to rise. .
“I don’t need to love no stinking humans to win no prize.
Get off of my Space Ship, alright”
“Well, slow it down dude, I can’t jump off at the speed of light”
Apr 28 2010 For Matt’s “Poems to Movies” contest
Categories:
droid, imaginationlove,
Form:
Rhyme
People are aspired to be desired, so they erase.
People aspire to their 20's, so they erase.
People are deluded for immortality, embalming themself as they still draw breath.
People erase their facial expressions.
Frozen expression.internal neglection.
Shiny gift wrap with a big void inside.
People are changing their skin.
Like an advertisement for their character, boost for the charisma.
Like an eternal testimony for failures and wrong choices.
People are running from time.
Running to an illusion at another life.
Life of eternal youth, endless beauty, to be wanted, needed, desired.
Your waxy face belongs to a droid, your heart made of plastic.
You are easy to shape as per society's wishes.
You send your poker face to play for life with an empty hand.
Ease with this self-passion, you are a vinegar dressed up as a Beaujolais.
Categories:
droid, age, beautiful, dream, sad
Form:
Free verse