Long Drone Poems
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West-Coast Vibes x 2030 Swag – 32-Bar Chill Flow
ABC?ABC?ABC?… (each six-line block shares the same A-B-C end-rhymes)
[1-6]
A – Ride the low-slope, chrome-laced, feel the night vibe (A)
B – I’m sippin’ on that ozone-juice, thoughts fly like a drone high (B)
C – “Use your heart, not your eyes,” that’s the code we apply (C)
A – Baby, just relax, let the bass glide through the c-side (A)
B – If you got time, I’m clocked-in, sync our rhythm, stay tied (B)
C – G-funk on the loop, old school, but my future is wide (C)
[7-12]
A – We inter-twine like fiber-optic cables, no lie (A)
B – My mind’s a crypt, you’re the key, unlock the soul-sci (B)
C – Real love purified, no filter, just pure-AI (C)
A – Let the low-end roll, feel the sunset on the fly-by (A)
B – Free thoughts, watch ’em blaze, neon-lit sky-high (B)
C – No fake glitz, just the pulse of a real-try (C)
[13-18]
A – I’m vibin’ with you, chrome-shade shades, we sway (A)
B – Your heartbeat’s a bassline, I’m the drum-tape that play (B)
C – “Use your heart, not your eyes,” that’s the code we slay (C)
A – Chill, babe, the synth rides smooth, we drift on the bay (A)
B – Got time? I’m a chrononaut, we’ll loop this day (B)
C – G-funk echoes, vintage loops, but the future feels clay (C)
[19-24]
A – My thoughts float like NFTs, rare art, no lie (A)
B – You sleep, I’m wide-awake, dreaming meta-high (B)
C – I’m glad we share, love purified, the sky (C)
A – Use that heart, not the stare, let the drip just fly (A)
B – Relax, ride the wave, we bounce on a high-rise (B)
C – If time’s a token, we both mint it, no good-byes (C)
[25-30]
A – Yesterday’s pain, ghost-mode shadows, now clear (A)
B – She crossed me, cut deep, left a scar that spear (B)
C – But I rise, reward cry-coins, love engineered (C)
A – I glance at the dial, seconds glint, I cheer (A)
B – You pamper me, childlike trust, that tier (B)
C – We close our eyes, smile wide, love pure-engineered (C)
[31-32] (closing A-B to finish 32 bars)
A – Baby, just relax, let the future ride (A)
B – If you got time, I got time, let the thoughts fly (B)
Feel the West-Coast breeze with a 2030 glow—heart over eyes, ride the vibe, and let those thoughts take flight.
It is late morning, and a string of washing is waving on the line
Clothes look like colorful flags flapping in the wind.
I'm watching her, as she captures and pokes a stray wisp of grey hair,
back into the braid she wears, knotted into a bun on the back of her head...
She's wearing those sturdy black shoes, those opaque cotton hose
and a corn-flowered blue dress of calico
She has a smile of satisfaction, and her eyes are as clear and blue as the sky
Summer sun is shining
...she walks to the garden, and begins to pick vegetables
Her flowered apron is folded into a hammock
and is overflowing with cucumbers, tomatoes, and bell peppers...
Quickly, into her mouth, she pops a warm cherry tomato....
straight from the vine,....a juicy, red marble
She picks two or three, along with a weed,
while I sit like a drone in, that old tire throne
that dangles and sways from the old Cottonwood tree...
"Try these, dear"...she says..."They are delicious....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn"
She holds one out to me, and I taste this juicy morsel of goodness...
Before she goes inside, she clutches the apron closed ...
then with one hand reaches down
and gently pets the old hound, who sleeps in the shade
and somehow, the vision of her begins to fade,
As hard as I try.....it is fading....and then I hear the sound of an airplane overhead...
Suddenly, I am standing in my garden,
and the cherry tomatoes in my pail are shining in the sun
and juice is lingering in my mouth....sweet as sugar on a Sunday morn....
and I feel warm glow of satisfaction under the summer sun
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WAR
Senseless killings
Barbaric and animalistic desires
Necrophilia and sadomasochism
Blinded by nationalistic pride
All out war
So babies have no where to hide
Drone attacks on hospitals and nurseries
They bury their corpses
In cheap boxes
Bombs and guided missiles
Strike targets from the sky
The innocent are murdered
So I ask why
Technology is pushed to its very limit
Seals fire shots with laser that beam it
With accuracy and precision
But what is yardstick to politicians’ decision?
Resources are channel to produce victory
The masses are slaughtered
So again we repeat history
Both sides of the wall commit atrocities
The resurrection of man’s innate beastiality
Collateral damage caused in every surgical strike
And then we face reprisal
Explosives on trucks and even on a bike
IEDs!
So watch where you are stepping
Women are foes too
So be careful with who you re helping
Suicide bombers looking for soft hits
Same was the 1960s and the 21st century is a repeat
Nukes and ICBMs
Delivery is eminent
Annihilation of the subhuman race
And to put our names in history’s place
Dooms day arrives
See the markings of World War III
Orbital bombardment from attack satellites
But all you see is
Red light
Blue light
Then we are consumed by fire
I shall live beyond this day
So the devil is a liar
A million boots put in harms way
And with their blood they shall pay
Love ones wish they could stay
And pray not for that day
Torpedoes launched from submarines
Tomahawks fired from cruisers
The battle for oil and land
But we are all losers
War!
Microsleeps vs Powernaps
The boredom of freeway driving is like a hypnotist's sleep talk
The constant drone of the car's engine
The flash of lane markers to and fro, to and fro
You're bored and tired, you're mind wanders, lusting for a daydream
To escape the monotony of endless driving, with senses anesthetized.
The hypnotist whispers in your ears in muted tones
"Your eyes are getting droopy."
"Your eyelids are getting heavy, very heavy"
"You are getting very sleepy, time to let go"
"You cannot keep your eyes open any longer
"Sleep now"
You nod off, daydreaming
Eyelids droop down, eye blinds drop and shut.
Suddenly a noise,
A new sound, a toot, a truck, a flash of lights
You sense the car is drifting off the road,
Just before the lights fade and the daydream curtains open
Your sense of change saves you - just in the nick of time.
You wake up, startled,
To see your car drifting out of your lane, crash and disaster beckons.
You swerve and get back on the road,
Back in your lane, out of the clutches of daydream's trance.
You notice a road sign flashing by:
"Feeling Tired? Microsleeps and Nodding Off kills!"
"Take a Break"
"Or a 15 minute Powernap in the Rest Area just Ahead"
Microsleep daydreams are terminal,
Nodding off, switches lives off
Powernap daydreams refreshes and saves lives.
Take a break, take your daydream naps off the road.
Yirdaki rhapsody;
no passing fancy.
Breath-bullet;
spinning down its chamber of wood;
enchanting elixir, so very good.
Breathing sound-light;
how it bleeds, so right;
a healing vibration,
echoing sensation;
didgeridoo’ing brings cosmic elation!
Born in the woods of each tone,
brings magic of visioning dreams.
Peace waves resounding from Yirdaki dreams;
can elevate spirit to heights never seen.
Thanks to the bug, who devours his grub;
harmony gives the world, a big hug.
Yirdaki rhapsody,
like peaches and cream;
Is sweet perfection that is sure to glean;
miraculous joy, from all who can hear it.
It extracts the funk, from all who are near it.
The song of the wood;
it rides on a breeze;
the vibrational gift,
is so sure to please.
It’s not just a hollowed out tube,
you can bet;
it’s healing energy surpasses all tests.
On another plane I ride, vibrations,
which upon I slide;
mind dances on the tonal tide.
I waltz within the timeless realms;
Yirdaki posted at the helm.
Melting deep into the drone,
my spirit does not stand alone.
The things I see, within the drone;
when done, will usher me back home.
Yirdaki rhapsody, how it swells
and secrets it will ever tell.
The dance is meant, to call all souls.
Come dance and be inside the fold.
The elves were busy, packing up Santa’s red sleigh for his annual trip.
The year had been busy, as usual, for the residents of the North Pole.
With the last load on the sleigh; reindeer hitched and Santa aboard, the elves punched out on the clock.
Santa was aloft and on his way across the world; timing his deliveries on the sleigh’s new digital clock.
His fancy computer-driven sleigh had an encounter with a drone and he was glad to have the old one on this trip.
The reindeer flew Santa and sleigh to the tropics first; the South Pole.
He found it a bit peculiar that he had to deliver at a firehouse but, managed to easily slide down the fire pole.
Back at the sleigh, he read the list of stops and checked his clock.
He would get home in time for a nice shower and some hot cocoa after his trip.
The elves were up to greet Santa as he returned from his trip; a hot meal and cocoa, hit the spot and Santa bedded down after setting his clock; with a, “closed for the year”, sign on his lamp pole.
Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
Highland dancers
In kilted skirts
Grooms at weddings
Kilt and dirk
But our Tartan and Pipes
Go back many years
Led soldiers into battles
See the enemy fear
After Culloden
Both were banned
A country naked
At the English hand
Our clans of many
In colours so grand
Woven by weavers
Our women's hands
All over the world
Scots are spread
Taking their Tartans
Of green, blue and red
It's a welcome reminder
To the kin of their past
Never forgotten
Designed to last
This plaid of cloth
History enriched
Scottish pride
In every stitch
And like our pipes
From centuries past
This Scottish of Scots
Are here to last
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
With today's great technology,
our government is spying on everybody.
No one has a shred of privacy,
no matter where we may be,
but I say let's all get in on the fun.
Come on, join me, everyone.
Oh, oh, oh,,..
Let's All Fly A Drone,
over corrupt politicians' homes.
Let's All Fly A Drone,
and drive them crazy.
Let's all surveille all of them,
relentlessly, persistently, 24/7
Oh Let's All Fly A Drone.
Let's All Fly A Drone,
the entire U S population,
Let's All Fly A Drone,
and mercilessly surveil them.
Let's All Fly A Drone,
you can choose your own personal corrupt politician.
Oh, Let's All Fly A Drone.
When we send these drones flying up there,
surveilling corrupt politicians everywhere,
we can dance on the breeze,
over their houses and trees,
with our remotely controlled drones,
following them to work, home, their bathrooms.
Let's All Fly A Drone,
the entire U S population,
Let's All Fly A Drone,
and mercilessly surveil them.
Let's All Fly A Drone,
you can choose your own personal corrupt politician.
Oh, Let's All Fly A Drone.
Let's all surveille all of them.
I personally want to drone my president.
Oh, Let's All Fly A Drone!
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If you don't know the original song to this parody,
the YouTube web address below will bring you to it directly.
Let's Go Fly A Kite
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBkSy3dnIY8
There came a time, when i was given the choice
Either walk alone and be happy, or
Follow the crowd and pretend to rejoice
Even if such an act shall make me all sore!
I braved the impossible, I learnt to say no
No to the practice of false marriages
No to the illusory life they promise, filled with sorrow
No, said I, I wish not to have my life filled with pretentious pages
I did learn to walk alone
Though such did make me a lonely drone
As time went by, I emerged as a stronger woman
A woman with an iron rod in her heart, surely a unique one!
As time went by, I learnt to know myself,
I am the one in love with the Lord of Stealth
I am the one Queen of poetry
I did it my way, and today, I do feel pleased at my own bravery!
WHERE BUMBLES BOUNCE
Daisies, Zinnias, Lilacs in kaleidoscope of floral display
on pink, purple. blue, yellow glow, nodding faces in gay,
alluring, enticing Butterfly, Wasp, Vermin, Hornet
and Drone prone to pollinate carrying pollen.
Flying insects except Drone choose to select blooms showing adulation.
They sit to crawl or suck and sprawl:
Quenching thirst will fly away.
Fuzzy Drone large in girth with short strong wings
buzzing, groaning in cadence of mirth.
Adamant, obstinate Drone in aggression to reach
Princess Rose guarded by sentry-like prickly thorns.
Butterfly, Wasp to warn Drone,
Vermin, Hornet to alert Drone
not to disturb princess Rose,
not to approach too close.
Princess Rose swinging in elegant charm.
Bubbling Drone decisive and firm.
He may get hurt; it may be fatal
Yet he can’t ignore soft shiny silky petal
of sacred scarlet Rose spreading fresh fragrance.
He yearned to fling and to sting
to kiss to bosom of blossom,
to sip nascent nectar
to dip nose deep to smell sweet scent.
May be basic instinct or dormant dream, yet distinct.
But bound to bounce and to sink
in pristine charisma and romantic aroma.
09/19/19
'Where Bumbles Bounce' Contest by craig cornish