Best Futuristic Poems
Twenty fifth of December, three thousand and four
and already I'm down in the dumps
we're round at the neighbour's via tubes that save labour
propelled by some hydraulic pumps.
We've exchanged all our presents and got them unwrapped
once again I've got self-cleaning socks
the wife's Kevlar panties, though they are quite scanty
are going straight back in the box.
I'm constantly goaded to eat nuts they've downloaded
they'll try any tactic to feed ya
but the problem, I quibble is that some have been nibbled
as they're passed around on social media.
We're looking for doorways or just any more ways
to find a quick route to get out
and escape if we're able, being chased round the table
by genetically modified sprouts.
They've offered a glass of Martian Pinot noir
and they tell me it's alcohol free
so there goes my boozing and afternoon snoozing
and waking up just after tea.
Grandma kids are teasing, cryogenic freezing
means she won't wake up until noon
to find grapes in her hair and a plum, God knows where
and they've blocked up her nose with some spoons.
Don't know why they have bothered with plates that can hover
it seems so bone idle to me
they could have just handed the pudding that's landed
on the light fitting just above me.
The custard's abundant but the jug is redundant
administered now by syringe
and so is the Brandy which, though is quite handy
prevents us from having a binge.
When later we get back from fresh air and jet packs
remembering when we could walk
I'll look back fondly then to those Christmases when
we just used a knife and a fork.
November 16th 2015
For Contest 'A futuristic Christmas', sponsor Mystic Rose
Twas the night before Christmas in 2054
The only sound being robotic mice on the floor
Our digital wish-lists were hung with ultra-precision
Above the virtual fireplace in pre-supposition
Of the anticipated arrival of a hypothetical being.
The miniature adults were dormant in their pods
As eidolon confiture twinkled their nods
While responsible progenitors with 'Bed Head" applied
Had concluded their thoughts for the long Winter's night.
Then out on the Astroturf there began such a frattle.
Startled from our beds to witness the sprattle
We opened our security cams to survey the scene
Frame by frame we analyzed what we were seeing.
The spotlight that shone on the new fallen snow,
Made fulsome the green of our false mistletoe,
And, at that very moment a freeze-frame laid bare
A cutting edge sleigh pulled by eight robotic deer.
Its jovial driver was dressed all in scarlet;
I knew it must be the Santa of myth,
For he was down our chimney with a bag of toys
And lickety-split back without making a noise.
It was over in a twinkle - he was gone with a whoosh
As you can imagine our confusion was profuse
And although his reindeer were mechanical frames
He recited out loudly and called all their names.
Come Bolter, come Byte-r come Laser and Algorithm,
Come Orbiter, Come Thyristor, Come Thunder and Mixem
As he circled the rooftop in a Gigabyte of starlight
He shouted LOL three times- as his sleigh zoomed skyward.
Christmas years ahead...
holograms that come alive
standing in our midst;
Santa, reindeer, Christmas trees
come and go with just a switch.
No more shopping malls...
All gifts picked and bought online
delivered by drones,
that fly 'round the world in hours;
pickup for returns from homes.
Church will come to us...
household interactive scenes
take us to new realms.
With high-tech sermonizing,
spirit of peace overwhelms.
Dinner feast at home
or floating restaurants high
that hover above,
as winter-white scenery
fills our hearts with joy and love.
Yes, there will be snow.
By then we will have command
of our weather flow.
It will fall on Christmas Eve,
just enough to make it glow.
No religious wars.
Mankind by then will settle
spiritual freedom;
to each his own in worship.
So our Christmas Eve will come.
Christmas years ahead...
how will it compare to now?
Difficult to know.
Humans adjust to changes;
compare now to long ago.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: A Futuristic Christmas
Judged: 12/27/2015
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
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Written 12/14/2015
Dear old Santa Claus was about to go out of his mind!
'Twas nigh Christmas Eve and his schedule was way behind!
His lazy elves had let him down and didn't complete their work;
His sleigh needed serious repair and his reindeer were going berserk!
Missus Claus nagged him about being crotchety, tired and old,
And didn't want him flying about in his sleigh and catching cold.
His Santa suit was tattered having been worn for a hundred years.
Unable to deliver goodies to the kids was one of his greatest fears!
He called a meeting of his elves and said, "Each of you is fired!"
And to his rebellious reindeer he said, "You are now retired!"
"Fiddle-faddle! I'm gonna sit by the fire and rest my weary bones!
Henceforth, to deliver presents to the kids I'm using a fleet of drones!"
Entry for Mystic Rose's "A Futuristic Christmas" Contest
(27 November 2015)
It's hard to believe that another five years have passed
When one looks around it's quite amazing for one to see
How did we survive such when we were to be our last
Where we once lived, we still live among the trees
Even our skies are different from those few years before
But it's our spirits that meld together keeping us as we
From this Christmas day we must learn, fuse all, implore
Unite as human beings, allow the Universe to see
28/11/15
in 2020 and beyond- chrismas could be different
gone the traditional tree
you may have one of
twisted wire
colored LED and pipes
maybe upside down for space
perhaps environmentally friendly trees
made with water bottles and PVC pipes
or a simple gold painted plywood tree shape
gone the traditional
santa will have a shiny silver electric car
the reindeer retired unwanted not needed
or he may have his own bright red jet
oh and no more jolly santa
he went on fiber super diet
and mrs santa he dumped
and no more down the chimney for santa
most of your gifts will be sent by federal express
all he will do is make a showing on christmas eve
with empty boxes to make an impression
no more baby dolls or barbie dolls or fire engines
for kids- they will get techno savy gadgets
and on line data as gifts or maybe a gift card
call me old fashion I think I will keep
the traditional for all of my life
and maybe I will give an unwanted reindeer
a forever home -
____________________________
November 17, 2015
Free Verse
No more suprises now christmas holds,
As day by day I’m growing old.
This I wish to confess,
Now christmas makes me pretty depressed.
I was fond of natural yule tree,
But now my grandchildren pick it from online for discount or free.
Within a seconds the remote control automatically decorates,
I fairly don’t admire this and just artlessly hate.
Even the presents are now pre-ordered,
As to make it a cinch for Santa to dish out them across the boders.
Santa has become freaky and kooky too,
He wears a glinting red coat with a sunglass blue.
Now he doesn’t ride on a sleigh,
But drives the latest fancy ferrari on each christmas day.
Guess who is the driver Dasher, Dancer, Prancer nor Vixen,
Comet ,Cupid, Donner, Oh yes its Blitzen.
Rudolph with other reindeers roaring in a hike,
Follows the car with their speedy bikes.
Now no more he says ho ho ho!
Rather heigh ho, heigh ho, heigh ho.
Santa arrives with a rocking radio beat,
For me its time to snooze when all meet him and greet.
Well yes it still snows,
But its colour keeps changing and even it glows.
Remember the old christmas tree,
Sitting around it with gifts and glee.
Once the gifts used to lay below,
But now in the air it floats and flow.
Sorry if I sound a bit rude,
But now its time to go and atleast cheerish the food.
Bye bye the age old X-mas.
Albiet its 2060, but still we wish Merry Christmas.
12/12/2015
A FUTURISTIC CHRISTMAS- POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
A FUTURISTIC CHRISTMAS
Christmas under the dome
Home of smart cities of crystalline towers
Her lights lit golden, emerald green, red, blue flaunting
Fiber optic trees shining with whisper purrs of Christmas music
Billions of stars lay a path for Santa in time warp shooting stars
Mercedes – Benz red ride, to the future and back
To be taken to a concert of the past playing guitars, drums, and loud rock music
"Promise I’ll be back home in time for Christmas dinner"
Nostalgic warm holiday cheer singing Christmas carols, and presents to open
I want most under the tree is an electric hover board and an electronic kitty that purrs
Time warp Shooting stars Mercedes-Benz red ride, to the future and back
Santa’s cheerful hologram appears to keep the Christmas Spirit alive
12/4/2015
As I was sleeping on Christmas Eve,
I awoke, as I couldn't sleep!
I listened closely and started laughing,
as I heard Santa rapping.
"Oh I love my red new sled,
runs better than a thoroughbred!"
"It's equipped with a Garmin, to find the way,
No more getting lost, hip hip hooray!"
"The sled has air bags in case I crash,
and a cd player on my dash!"
"I have my laptop to receive all my requests,
The days of letters, are in the past!"
"I'm wearing special heated
boots, so I don't slip, when on the roof!"
"All the reindeer have head phones on,
and listen to their favorite rock songs."
"Mrs Clause text me when she misses me,
and I can't wait to see her and get naughty!"
"Oh I love these new special glasses that allow
me to see through walls." It's better then
staring at Rudolfs Balls!"
"My futuristic Santa Suit keeps my privates warm,
doesn't matter if there is a cold, cold storm!"
"I just wish they would invent something to catch
the reindeer poop.
Because as I'm leaving the parents lookup, and
oooooops!"
Futuristic Christmas Sponsored by Mystic Rose 12/9/2015
I found myself in Kansas, and with dread
saw endless rows of wheat ahead of me,
and so I clicked my slippers, ruby red,
and landed in the role of Dorothy.
Small folks with suckers sang me a sweet song.
Then finally I learned where I must go.
A road of yellow brick I skipped along
beside a lion, tin man and scarecrow.
In Oz I met a wizard not too bright
and wished to be in Kansas once again.
I clicked my heels and then a blinding light
transported me where rice grew on a plain.
A Chinese from two-thousand-twenty-four
said, “Girl, this no be Kansas any more.”
Epilogue: Everyone knew Chinese
and there was Universal Health Care.
Written by Andrea Dietrich/Aug. 27,2012
Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's
"Close your eyes and click your heels" Poetry Contest
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"how I wish I never wake up again in this dream ..."
eyes were shut
clicking my heels
numb
frozen
can't move
glitter and lustre subjugated, seized by gloom
no single light to envision
no single color to perceive
a blind world of murky existences
a world of woe, chaos and evils
a world of "TODAY"
now, I open my eyes,
the eyes of my frolicsome mind
I manoeuvre over the atmospheric umbrella of reality
abscond from humanly problems and queries
flee from vast imperfections and life's stains and limits
afraid to lose, yet I quit, tend to be a loser
can't take it any longer
I spread my wings
flip it as possibly as I know
and vagabond over what is possible
as I witnessed a new kingdom
a door of spectral hues of iridescence emerged from nowhere
I enter and amazed of what I see
my jaws dropped and eyes in bulge
pictures of gaiety visualized in clear images
reflections of the HIGHEST GOOD followed
enticing, alluring, enchanting
no words came out
this is a realm of my powerful IMAGINATION'S LIMITLESS
a realm where there's perfection
realm where there's love, peace and freedom
realm of equality and just kingdom
a new world where there is a HAPPY ENDING
a world together with Cinderella,Snow White and Sleeping Beauty
a world of fairy tales
a world sculpted by my "THIRD EYE"
a world painted by my mind's "DYE".
~~~a FUTURISTIC REALM~~~
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jun-jun villanueva
"CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CLICK YOUR HEELS" contest
I'm having some thoughts of the past.
Nobody has woken up amid night.
The seagulls replied with a steep scream.
Utterly hidden below heaps of stream.
Remembrances of a sad state of mind.
He was injured due to the singular of time.
On the verge of a social upheaval wind.
The agony of previous reviews of crime.
The action is still fresh in my memory.
Everlasting life is a state that is eternal.
That particular epoch has faded away.
The imply of a louder voice is not essential.
Do not squander time scouring for each other.
Springtime is one of their favorite seasons.
Please enable them to return to home forever?
And scents the delightful Michelangelo creations!
But things usually happen when I'm away.
Loneliness is all around me everywhere.
It pains me to reckon of the trips we had jointly.
The distance between the two places is prairie hare.
Is there anyone who can examine the mind?
I feel at ease as my pulse begins to slow.
A once-all-powerful genie who lost his aptitude
Servitude under rule through force of law!
We drew a picture of a dream.
We've all adopted an updated identity.
When will the sun bright again, for a fresh gleam?
Plants become sensory with time and worry.
Written: July 20, 2021
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Stand
A New King?
The future Ebenezer Scrooge will be clever and unkind, but not that bright. Will he try to rule as king of kings, and put out all the Christmas lights? Or will some politician consider it wasteful, thinking he’s always right? Some will seek to band the holiday; hearts will become cold as ice.
No more Christmas Trees?
Will The Power of Mr. Green be in full force within a few short years?
Indeed, he will think it’s his duty to clean the planet from ear to ear. Some, wondering what will happen next, will have realistic fears.
Traditional people, and especially kids, will be brought to tears.
Help! I think I'm Lost!
Santa Clause will be forced to modernize and make changes to his GPS.
Santa, Rudolph, and the newly acquired Solar Mobil will run their fastest.
Santa will continue his timely deliveries, trying to do his very best.
Where Are The Roasted Chestnuts?
But the environmental laws will shut down the use of fire places.
So St. Nick will be like a bird searching, but unable to find his nest.
He won't be shut down, but he will be forced to operate with more stress.
Dim Those Lights, Or Turn them off!
The city lights on shopping nights will be dimmed to save energy.
Businesses will be forced to offer the best sales of the last century.
But some famous stores will close, and move into a whole new industry.
And profitable businesses will no longer succeed with their latest gimmickry.
Not To Worry!!!
But not to worry, because Christmas Day will prevail, giving new life and meaning to the real reason. Merchants will grow weary operating business as usual, and introduce new and better ways. No longer will people be injured or trampled to death chasing sales on Black Fridays. Loving parents and other good people will still be happy and rejoice in The Holy Season.
11262015 PS Contest: A Futuristic Christmas; Mystic Rose, sponsor
Poor die Wealthy thrive
Advanced technology shines
Voices not heard
Wars fought for water
Depression waste pollution
Evil money reins
Lovers and friendship
Together the poor survive
Robots in their way
Futuristic Failure
We should learn from our past loss
We proceed eyes closed?