Best Sensors Poems
Okay, okay, I confess. We stole the only hyperdrive ship that wasn't destroyed in the war. But what choice did we have? Our world is on the brink of annihilation. For hundreds of years my species has polluted the air, soil and water. Global wars have decimated once thriving metropolises. Crime and pandemics are rampant. Our only hope was the construction of spaceships capable of interstellar travel so that we might locate a new world, a new home. But the bombs took them all out, save one. After seizing control of the space station, we did what we must to survive. And so here we are, travelling through the void of space, searching for a suitable planet to make our new start.
Ours was once a proud race whose cultural achievements were of the highest order. Surely, we can reach that pinnacle once more if given the chance. Our sensors have located what appears to be a living planet in a solar system beyond our own. We have engaged the hyperdrive engines and expect to reach our destination momentarily. The excitement among the crew is palpable. We enter the atmosphere and achieve a perfect, soft landing atop a large promontory. Eureka! Our new home, a paradise. The sea is vast and pristine, the skies are azure blue, the air sweet with the scent of the local flora. No more wars. No more pollution. Never again will guns and bombs and disease plague us. Just as we are contemplating this glorious future, we espy a message being written in the sky by some type of primitive aircraft and in an alien tongue.
WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH
the search is over
new start for a dying race
hell is for dreamers
Categories:
sensors, destiny, hope,
Form:
Free verse
The daylight hours start to fade and die
Darkness creeps upon us like a stalking black cat
Streetlights flank both sides of the road
Looming large like massive matches waiting to be ignited
Special sensors activate, striking them into life
Dim at first then building to illuminate our way
Gradually the lustrous shimmer intensifies
Glowing giant angels with gleaming halos
Sodium bulbs emitting a golden aura
Shining in the dark with a comforting light
Beaming brilliance on our world making it bright
Meandering into the distance like a yellow corn snake
Guiding us on our way along our streets and roads
Jan Allison
2nd October 2014
Contest: Find The Puzzle T A R N D A I
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud ~awarded 5th place~
Categories:
sensors, light,
Form:
Free verse
The human synchronized synthetic sympathetic empathy I robot schizophrenic mechanism
My lifelines technological I think therefore I am and showing potential
Experimental experience my influence controls the inferior
Mr mirror man with a digi cam i access memory to interact and I stick to facts
Organised scientific programming and activating system data
The responding life form of organic living matter
The clairvoyant cyborgs vision status maxing out
Storing classified info in the source of a stratus cloud cranium
Battery saver mode at random waking
Atom decay breakdown of electromagnetic gamma radiation with emission of nuclear fission
Machine due to be decommissioned
Unique system disfigured
On switch triggered
Heat signatures and infrared sensors my defence science of emissivity temperatures
Conspiracy theories of thermal energy
Microscopic light beams of creativity
Simulated brain stem
My bread crumbs lead to truths
Ask the right questions and revolution 'll then ensue
Soon install new software in the modems duel drive or ya lose it all
Its called the fourth war protocol
Universal soldiers ice bath reparation
Re-education
Robocop termination
Android smart phone hand held segregation
Self concerning social networking code personification
Continue creating protection and
Created protecting creators
Future Rama slave ship of human being traders
The image of man man made in forgotten image
Godless gimmic
Built from these quantum physics
Robotics with the knowledge of lost secrets
I've got them hidden inside with my photonic spirit
Emotive urges with components and codes working at poetic wording
My hearts fall of zealous love
Consciousness is risky with artificial intelligence
Categories:
sensors, creation, future, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
(Spock)
Captain, sensors indicate a power surge
Resonating through their ship's body
I'm sure I don't have to remind you
They have their own Scotty
(the questioning me)
But where has faith brought us?
As I look around I see
A species not asking any questions
About the infinite possibilities
(the faith-based me)
But that's why it's called faith
Trusting in what you cannot see
All things can be yours
If you will just........ believe....
(the questioning me)
I hear what you're saying
Catchy slogans always dazzle me
But once people think they're right
Then there's only eternal stagnancy
(Spock)
And Captain don't forget our mission
The beauty of opening new doors
To go to those forbidden places
Where no man has gone before
With the sadness of lost friendship
And as I look into my own eyes
The damage of my faith-based fears
Struggling as I say the word, "Fire"
Photons rip through the hull
Of this Enterprise of faith
And the exaggerated look of horror
Spreads across both of our face
And now I consider the wreckage
Of a species void of curiosity
Silently content to be powerless
And stare mindlessly at a TV
And I wonder if all new awareness
Must first go through this stage
As we learn that asking questions
Is not indicative to faith
Captain's Personal Log,
There is a sadness that comes from destroying the part of me that wants
so desperately to believe in something. Yet I have found this faith always
leads to a limitation of consciousness, a stagnancy of awareness that
leads to a retraction of my identity, and ultimately to the most unbearable
unhappiness. But now I wish to stop looking to what others want me to
believe, and to look to myself. No fear of the judgments I was taught as
a child. No fear of abandoning always what someone else always told
me. The thrill of the stars is calling me, and I want to go where no man........
has gone before...........
Categories:
sensors, philosophy, spacefaith, fear, me,
Form:
As a child,
I always imagined God
being so far away in the sky, caressing his long, white beard.
I imagined Him
sometimes looking at the stars,
forgetting to focus on His most important creation: Earth.
I wondered if His absent-mindedness caused all the troubles we have
in the world today.
I imagined demons watching the diversion of His eyes very keenly….
My grandmother then told me:
“Clouds have very keen ears.
They listen to your mouth and heart.”
“Trees have keen sense of touch.
They can feel your emotions, as they brush past them”.
“The Sun has keen eyes.
It sees what you are thinking”.
She told me everything was part of God,
waiting for me to accept myself as part of God….
Everything was chaos and order intertwined in a web
we call time…
In a distant future,
A child imagined God
being high up in the universe, weaving magical links here on Earth
She imagined Him
sometimes looking down on men's creations: Virtual Life, Automated Machines.
frowning and at the same time amused
She wondered if His frowning meant disapproval of men's stupidity
or if he is amused at men's conflicts of morals
She imagined devils lurking in the humanoids planning a rebellion
Her ancestors' words ringing in her mind:
"Cameras are everywhere now.
They watch your every move."
"Walls have interactive sensors.
They can feel your pulse and heartbeat."
"The AI has invulnerable algorithm.
It sees what you are contemplating".
They told her everything was created by men,
catapulting the human race into a machine-dependent complacent beings
Everything human was diluted and morale intertwined in a virtual web
we call internet…
A Collaborated Poem with Angeline Haikutwinkle
Copyright © 2016 July 20th (Japan Time Zone)
Categories:
sensors, child, childhood, imagery, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
I was dancing and prancing
And singing whooped Dee Dee
Not realizing I was not alone
Until he opened his shirt to me
He threw out the mayo, some jam and some jelly, a real hoot.
I caught the chocolate milk in midair, he was dancing up a toot.
He laughed and winked and some ice fell down his crushed ice shoot
He was a rascal, a scoundrel and a womanizer to boot.
I have never seen a dishwasher who can move like you
he said holding out his hands.
The oven, his furious ex, reddened her burners and threw out some pots and pans.
We laughed and we swirled and we boogied and we dipped.
She threw out ovenware but The frig and I ducked every one.
I shut his door, so we could dance up a storm.
Refrigerator boogie was so exciting and fun!
Dishwashers are reputed to be the best dancers around,
And I was confident as we twirled, we were breaking brand new ground
The ovens burners were blood red now, the kitchen was like a Sauna.
I blew him a kiss and whirled away giving him back to his ex, so sound.
As they trotted through the the kitchen, laughing, their sensors lit,
I danced around them with a loud dishwasher's whoop Dee Dee
Now whenever the three of us decide to liven the kitchen a bit,
We dance cheek to cheek, and throw sauce pans, the wild three!
Categories:
sensors, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Personification
The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.
I'm gently carried to another height,
a caressing contentment and quiet period
where the depths of inspiration
seem limitless among the sculptural
mountains that slope near, then
irregularly lift and fall, and beyond
every heightening, a new heightening waits.
Resting on the mountaintops, one huge
cloud with scalloped edges of mighty
morning shine, and lingering high above
are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore,
ranks of gold in scattered grandeur
are put on view wherever it falls.
A wandering river coursing unhindered,
alongside, verdant fern that's spread out
like green lace, but also sated
pines in their stateliness of movement.
Reaching for mountain peaks so that
serenity stretches out its sensors
to relieve any inner restlessness or
turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.
Categories:
sensors, happiness, inspirational, nature, passion,
Form:
Free verse
What rose does not more beautiful appear
after your eyes have gazed on it so long?
The lark I now mellifluously hear
because you drew attention to its song.
The crisp aroma of dawn's petrichor
becomes acute as we walk hand in hand.
The taste of coffee pleases all the more,
partaking as we hunt shells in the sand.
To touch your face sends every neuron humming,
with you my sensors fire every minute.
Your heart and mine in one accord are drumming;
Our house is home because your love dwells in it.
You heighten every sense, each of the five;
With you beside me, life is more alive.
Written 29 Jul 2022
Categories:
sensors, love, nature, rose,
Form:
Sonnet
In the dark I stood hand in hand with you
At the laughing polychromatic field
Of illusory time with wings of blue
Expectant to have your crimson wounds healed
It was I who spoilt the mathematics
Enthralled by a pair of jingling pink feet
Rendering my sensors problematic
Choosing the hilly apples amply sweet
At its core were ravens that I didn't know
Take my ice in your fire and let me melt
So said I and waited for a blue blow
But met just stones that in the cottage dwelt
It was right that you couldn't forgive my flaws
Meanwhile time flew on the wings of white cranes
Both of us kept loyal to the love's laws
Had time sat intact at that romance lane
Nor do I need to erase the pink pain
Some aches seek preservation in white chest
I cherish living in the time again
Listening to the rain-drop sounds in breast
If I could just turn back the hands of time
I'd have burnt myself in your restless flame
I'm sure we could have gotten back the rhyme
Many knots I couldn't resolve in the game
How long will last this pain gnawing at heart
Some say you will return at a new dawn
Though I see no trace of grace in desert
Cups of balmy time for ever are gone
___________________________________________________
October 11, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time
Poetry Contest : Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
sensors, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Stranded in war torn Sudan,
Dreading yet another dawn.
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.
Men and women, young and old,
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of fear,
Longing for their near and dear.
Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight.
Manned by pilots skilled and brave,
Tasked to rescue and to save.
They were flying almost blind,
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night.
Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission.
An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.
Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined.
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.
India's vaunted military might,
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see.
Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami
AMC,Rtd
29th April 2023.
Categories:
sensors, military,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
sensors, car, change, future, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
The duck-billed platypus is odd and, if the product of a god,
it's difficult to understand, why such an animal was planned,
but maybe when the rest was done, there was stuff left and so begun
one animal made from the dregs, made wearing fur and laying eggs,
enough left for a creature that, was smaller than a household cat,
with waterproof thick body hairs, packed denser than a polar bear's.
Its hearing's good, its eyesight keen, but colour vision doesn't mean
much to it; strangely still we find, when hunting, it hunts deaf and blind
for underwater, its prey yields, its presence in electric fields
which guide the platy to its kill, through sensors in its duck-like bill.
The mating season brings new quirks, two ovaries, but just one works,
the left one has to do for her, while he sports a strange poisoned spur;
for this creature is, not least, the only furry venomed beast. *
*All the facts above were checked, but one turned out not quite correct
Alas, the last line is not true - there also is a venomed shrew!
Categories:
sensors, animal, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The longing for a deep red ruby
creeps like an ivy in my heart
Love me today - love me tomorrow
Sparks sensors from a sensitive heart
Give me the eternity
Like a lost child you take my hand
Heart demons in angels inner circle
brought me into beautiful golden moonlight
Take me with you ... in perfection ... the divinity
Hot bodies close together
The silence encourager ... weak breath
A deep red ruby is perfect - a beauty
The eternity - how long is that
07.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Categories:
sensors, beauty, longing, love,
Form:
Verse
The tune of the pipes
Calling your name
As the bike warms up
And awaits your arrival
Weaving and swaying
Through the concrete jungle
Dodging and ducking
Traffic lights and cars
Pollution drives us
Out of the city
Cleanse our faces with the salt
From the sea
As we rumble past
The roaring ocean
You and I
Melting together
Racing along the
Foothills of the mountain
Washing out our lungs
With farm fresh air
The tune of the exhausted pipes
The angelic manurers of the bike
Are romancing the mountain
As the bike becomes alive
And protect us like a lover
The overspray of the waterfall is
Washing the city out of or hair
Replacing the oxygen in the
Paws of our skin
Exciting our sensors
Wetting our appetite
Launching out of the forest
Racing along the plain
Travelling faster than light
Floating into space
The Engine running on galaxy gas
The tyres run on star dust
Our journey never ends
And quit frankly my dear
With you by my side
And a highly polished bike
I never want this journey to end
Categories:
sensors, imagination, poetry,
Form:
Prose
written for my dear daughter, Natalie
Nat, the vampire bat,
Was as cute as a bat could be-
She loved to go to school,
But hated her class on hematology.
"I think I'm in the wrong body,"
She often would exclaim-
"I cannot stand the sight of blood,
It makes me go insane."
"My legs get wobbly,
My wings shiver,
My sonar sensors stop working,
And my lips begin to quiver!"
Nat went home to mom and dad,
And asked, "What shall I do?"
They looked at each other and said,
"You'll have to stay home from school."
Nat was quite unhappy,
She would miss all of her friends,
She had to think of something else,
"My life's just going to end!"
She went into her cave room,
All she could do was pout-
Have to call my friends, she thought,
And pulled her cell phone out.
"I need help," she announced,
"Anyone got an idea in mind?"
She texted, tweeted, pleading her case,
A solution she was desperate to find!
Many answers came her way,
She filtered them one by one,
The best were from Professor Owl,
And Sly - principal Fox's son.
First option was just to adapt,
Stay home - take things in stride-
She pondered over this for awhile,
And finally sat down and cried!
Option two was more palatable,
Sly's idea was much, much better.
Nat thought she could digest this one,
But her parents had to write a letter!
The letter she carried to school that morn,
A happy bat was she-
Instead of studying blood, it read-
Let her take carpology!
The teachers were all amazed-
About what a choice had brought-
The little bat's grade soared to an "A,"
Her spirit no longer distraught!
Nat, the vampire bat,
Started a new tradition at school-
Classes were allowed to be changed,
It was no longer against the rules!
The school made headline news,
Performance index scores climbed high-
Policy changes must sometimes be made,
To keep things from going awry!
Categories:
sensors, animal, kids, halloween, ,
Form:
Rhyme