Best Technologically Poems
Something’s missing in my lifetime.
I’m a big believer in Space Exploration
Especially when everyone is on board
But before we start, Manifest Destiny Mars
I’m thinking, as a US born citizen,
Now, the year of 2025, that it is about time
To think a little bolder and closer to home
Earth first!
It’s been a while since a star
Has been added to the American Flag
None so far in my lifetime
It’s time a Referendum be made
Signed into action by an incoming President
Inviting any nation (especially Democratic)
To JOIN the United States!
Welcoming them to becoming the next state of the Union
The next star!
With all the rights and freedoms of the US Constitution
With all the privileges of being a US citizen
Expand our arms around the globe!
MEGA MEGA Make Earth Great Again!
All US territories, now states. More stars!
Become a state and no more tariffs! More stars!
Become a state and join the most powerful
Growing technologically advanced country in the world
More stars!
Was once an enemy but now a friend, JOIN us and be a star!
I see more and more stars in the near future.
I see hundreds in the distance.
A thousand points of Light.
Hug the globe like a child, Citizen
Set the world free, it’s in our nature. Our destiny
Perhaps just call it fate, or our highest Calling
To always come to the rescue
When disaster strikes
Earthling lives matter!
Free all the people everywhere!
Stars are circling my head
I'm getting dizzy with hope
Feeding the hungry and housing the poor is much easier
When statehood is accomplished. Another star.
And when a nation is freed from tyranny
And US soldiers die and bleed for stars ...
More Red and White stripes are added then too
Perhaps there will be reasons for Rainbow stripes too
Manifest Destiny Earth! First!
MEGA MEGA
And maybe one day, we'll all say, in one mighty voice,
“God Bless the United States of Aerth!”
*Aerth is the original spelling for Earth allowing sentimentalist to hold onto our Good Ol' USA traditional initials.
A BOX FACTORY
During the time of enslavement,
Many stories were told.
Life as a Mississippian was not uncovered.
In Black History, no one knows the tale
Of Wolfe’s Plantation there in the hills.
Life is a plentiful.
They farm cotton and planted corn.
They raise pigs, chickens, and hogs.
They fish as a pastime.
They embraced their struggles and strife.
Down the road a bit is a colored man’s home.
He’s jubilant in his daily chores.
He works hard to take care of himself.
He loves his family and provides their financial support.
He is a tenant farmer and a leader for the plantation boss.
Life is a holistic nub.
Jep gives his first and foremost respect to the Lord.
He had taken over the farm for his father.
Wolfe’s Plantation was different from the others.
Imagism veraciously boxed.
Today, technologically constructed for stratagem and discovery.
This box factory is metropolis revamp.
Yesterday can be revived innovatively once again.
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Penned February 05, 2015!
what is a server
i use white-out on the screen
with ev'ry typo
They do not give a flying carpet
about the doctrines and laws they have heard
and unlearned from sages and prophets;
the future, they believe, is in a test-tube,
carrying Man's seeds for survival.
The society has become so technologically
advanced, that mothers want their babies
to grow up with a look they prefer;
they also want disease-free babies.
Scientists work around the clock like ants
in white coats,
as they come up with the society's needs,
after months of sleep deprivation
and nature upgrading.
Man believes he has created a future of his choice,
cloning humans who don't kill, don't steal,
don't scam, don't get sick......
Man has created a new human race of the Golden Age,
whose future generations will forget they were clones of purity
and perfection, returning back to state of Old Humanity.....
The air is full of something that I've long forgot.
Technologically everything seems to have changed.
But with the new found evolutionary beginings.
My soul is flying on clearer dreams of yesterday.
Twenty sense for every song in my new catalog.
An afternoon turns into night while I drift with the sound.
I breath in all the memory's that I once knew.
As my heart falls in love all over again.
The silouettes upon the screen, reminders of the past.
Fading in and out with memories they cast. Ooop's. :)
Supertramp is having such a way with my soul.
The ebb and flow of emotions is the sweetest ride.
When the final day decide's to come.
And fade out the last remaining song.
There'll be no need for me to cry.
For I have heard heaven calling all along.
A bolt-on accessory capable of being
Bolted to truck without crumbling
One like a thunder bolt rumbling
On a hundred distant track
This thunder bolt is a super machine of sorts
Perfected into a system of receptacle ports
Bolt is an example of that perfection
Bolt has legs rather than tyre pegs
A perfectly sculpted knees rather than alloy wheels
Boltedly stable, dependable, reliable, efficient and magnificent
Technologically cutting-edge and blisteringly fast
Reminding all a 9.68 times past
A Ferrari ready to stand against the all deadly-bolted thunder
Mind you, humble not the thunder whose bolt you hear rumble
A gun boomed and rumbled all around
A swift bolt rumbles out of the blue
Vroom vrooom vroooom vrooooom……. A thunder bolt machine
Speed is his thrill
A lightning bolt more than a Ferrari?
Mind boggling, intriguing, captivating
Mr. Thunder Bolt you left a trail of devastation
What is your destination?
"An Olympic vacation sir, a trip from Kingston to London to blaze a new world record"
Well-done Mr. Thunder Bolt! See you again in Rio de Janeiro
I, the technologically challenged one,
am surfing the web even as we speak.
I thought computers would be one and done,
but now I find that we must all speak Greek
and learn the ins and out within a week.
This is nothing new; it's gone on for years.
I learned the basic Word and Excel stuff
once upon a time, but none of it clears
a temp agency, it's just not enough.
So in the end I'm playing blind man's bluff.
We throw away everything
We produce too much
We damage the earth
We do ourselves a great harm
A wasteful society we are
We use up and pollute
Sparing no thought for tomorrow
Earth is a bountiful place
It can meet our needs
If we treat it well
The use but don't reuse mentality
Does everyone no good
The mountains of waste we produce
Are vast enough to have their own post code
An unsightly spectacle
That scars the planets face
We forget that every supply chain
Has its limit
Our insatiable appetite for the new
The latest gadget
Or a coveted hyped up upgrade
Far out paces our planets resources
Or our ability to make efficient use
Of these sort after short term objects
Economics rules the day
Ecology takes a back seat
As we wantonly take from
An overworked mother nature
The law of Supply and Demand
States that one day
With galloping use
The well will run dry
A day that draws ever close
Technologically advanced as we are
We use resources most inefficiently
New is better than recycled
Destruction is cheaper than conservation
Policies abound to offer some reprieve
They are watered down
And thus offer limited scope for viable change
Our next generation will be bequeathed
A planet on its knees
Today's actions have lasting sometime
Irreversible reactions
We may find ourselves truly humbled
When the communal larder is bare
A Malthusian implosion
But will we even care?
Use up all
That is our mantra
Controlling of nature is man’s silly goal
A Canute he wishes to be
Efficient use of resources is a must
Modern society does think
This is best for primitive man
Whose wants trail behind his needs
Consumption and Wastefulness
Are the useless badges
Of our advanced society
Man’s needs are many
But must be tamed
No need to be a tree hugger to comprehend
The dire straits we are in
Is our end nigh?
Wiped out by flood once we
Will one day go up in flames
Global warming it seems is not
Just a scholarly debate
When will we heed the warning?
When will we use less?
When will we recycle more?
No one knows
The earth is resilient
I am sure it will definitely bounce back
We all must do our bit
If we wish to continue
To inhabit this place
In times of trouble it outshines its glow
The supposed intrinsic value of its allure
Is a safe house in times of economic un-certainty
When money is being made but not through
Traditional means
The historian would if consulted dismiss
The hype surrounding this shiny metal
As nought but a greed reflex based on
Short-sighted ignorant mania
Its value is akin to a smoke screen
Of dazzling lights
And a house of cards
That will disintegrate when the fickle mob
Move to a safer bet
Speculation and speculators
With their shark instincts
Miss the point
Gold is shiny and there lies its allure
Our supposed sophistication
And technologically advanced state
Still makes us kids drawn to the light gold emits
To flash it and bling it
Is its purpose
Not a store of wealth to be kept in a vault
The man who buys a band to
Prove his love
The gangster who shows his wealth on his person
Are the true connoisseurs of gold
It has no inner magic
Its surface does the job
It was bought to do
A status symbol of wealth and prosperity
That was meant for show
Is gold at its best
And most appealing
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When the wearers are outspent by an investor
Then gold has rusted
And speculators lose
It's true intrinsic value laid bare
That of hype caused by uncertainty in the money market
It is to the economic historian no power-house of value
The more coveted it is for gawping appeal
The more valuable it is
Speculative mania will only
Tarnish its dazzling glow
Wear it
Bling it
Don’t invest in it
ARCHAEOLOGY FIELD-TRIP JANUARY 29 TH 3011 (PART II)
(NOTE: If you have not already read PART I, then do so before you read this)
Though the buildings are gone long ago
Our diggings in the places we felt were the main city
Have unearthed plastic false-teeth and artificial heart-valves.
We have also brought up plastic bowls and plastic bags and bottles,
Probably used to carry artificially-flavoured salted food.
(This would account for the false teeth.)
The marshy delta in the south arm of the bay
Once supported a salt-evaporation industry.
These people knew how to use technology
And were obviously technologically advanced -
But a weak people physically. Let me show you why:
Here we see what seems may have been
The foundations of a great bridge across the bay -
And engineering was a forte of these people.
This huge block of concrete you see in
The middle of the water may have been
An artificial island to anchor two such bridges.
Movement and transport seems to have been in vehicles
And very little walking was done, (hence the heart-valve).
Huge concrete highways extended from this city south,
Probably to another of their cities, long gone.
Though important and widespread,
Transport was however a problem for these people,
Especially in the foggy weather which seems to be typical for the place.
Underground we have found a complex
Of tunnels which probably housed a movement system of sorts,
Unaffected by the treacherous climate.
And not just land transport, but sea too.
It doesn’t look like it to our eyes, but this was a major port,
And under the waters of the bay
Can be found many artifacts of ships and cargoes.
Those seven or eight small hills to the south
Of the baymouth are covered today in natural forests of sessile oak
And shrubbery of peach- and grape-bearing plants
But there are still some large Euro-latin buildings
Poking through the growth. It seems to have been
A prosperous residential area of the city.
Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically.
It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,
washing away the old world order. What's left in its stead will be radically different. Societies will be rearranged, realigned and in many instances totally washed out of existence. We will communicate wirelessly seemingly telepathically all connected thru the web. The global brain linking up with artificial intelligence when it arrives on the scene. Countries will melt away as those distinctions lose there meaning. Progress will then be so rapid as to be a blur. We'll explore outer space but inhabit virtual space blending the two in ways unexplainable. A Brave New World indeed.
got this
spreading,
tingling,
numbing,
pulsating,
stabbing,
throbbing,
pain
that won’t take a
vacation,
that won’t give itself a
rest,
that won’t lighten
up &
i’m wondering
doc,
if this is a
warning sign
that i, as a
human,
just wasn’t built to
live beyond
30…
and yet we insist
as a fervently curious
technologically progressive
species,
that i should.
in this interim
between the biological &
the transhuman, between the
transhuman &
the enhanced version of
whatever might be left of
me if my dice are rolled
right,
i eagerly await your
diagnosis.
silken threads bind
the tree of life,
skeins of hope
tying all
deep into the soul
of the earth
but,
the dirt trembles and shakes
big minds wander
the lost halls of learning
they go where others
dare not tread,
risking all
with each step
tremendous machines
chew through the skin
of the planet
ripping and shredding
the life out of Gaia,
she is dying
a day at a time
Great leaders in denial
lead their people
towards a precipice,
all the time
their eyes are closed
hoping like fools
their delusions
aren't their downfall
like lemmings
a blinded society
technologically
numbed
are blinkered,
the mountains
begin to tumble
as the rivers
ease their flow
the grass browns
as the days burn hot
killing the elderly
sickening the child,
the air burns throats
and lungs
as industry
churns out poison
waters run with blood
buildings fall
into the chasm
all the while the answer
lies within
a seed of hope
is carried in the atoms
that hold us all together,
wind the silken thread
around this pearl
saving all that ever was
A future of humanity will blur our identities into "transhumanism."
Future humans will consider themselves as "technologically" superiors.
When we will be probably all delusional and so-called tech slaves
A Horse will be your faithful friend, and let's live in a cave.
No smart technologies! Yes! That will set you FREE!
Do not put your brain in a box, Do not put keep the heart in a cage!
Caves will be a better place than a digital slave society.
We are losing our freedom of thought and speech day by day.
Apps, websites, software, self-driving cars are following you.
There is not any place for you to run; there is no city to hide.
The eyes of technology are watching you!
When self-deceived society will show off their willful ignorance,
Wise people will hide and cover their enlightened knowledge!
When robots and artificial intelligence will be future leaders of nonsenses
I will be the leader of sheep, goats, and chickens!
When people will be blind with their open eyes
Society will be dead with beating hearts.
I will be a prisoner by choice...!
We live in a time
Where people will
Instantly and instinctually
Grab their cell phones
To record someone in need of help
Instead of rushing to help them
And I wonder…
What did they do before they owned one?
Kale Brereton
November 16/18