Long Microchip Poems
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EDDIE MARS AND THE SOLAR WINDS
The biggest band in Lisburn and fronted by Eddie Mars
A guy who could play anything, on his collection of guitars
On vocals, Charlie Venus, who was the joker in the pack
He played his fender tele' through a great big marshall stack
On bass was Johnny Neptune, with his yellow platform shoes
He harmonized on vocal, a disciple of the blues
The keyboards were delivered, by Hector Mothership
He worshipped things electrical, and loved the microchip
Ray Uranus kept the beat and he wore a bowler hat
Sure only a crazy drummer, would adopt a name like that
They played all over Britain, with their rockin lunar style
They sold out gigs in Wigan, they were lauded in Millisle
Their stage show was fantastic, with a massive lighting rig
A spaceship and some planets, lit the stage at every gig
That grew a loyal fan base, as they played across the land
They lived a life of excess, just like any touring band
Success soon followed in their wake, awards came thick and fast
And very soon the space machine, had an ever growing cast
Five young lads from Lisburn, fifty people in their crew
An entourage of strangers that they never even knew
Five big trucks, a fleet of cars, a chopper and two planes
A man to do the finance, who didn't even know their names,
Still, fashions change, the sales dried up, the audience died away
And soon there were no big crowds, to watch the five lads play
Their last gig at the Ulster hall, was an evening to forget
Out of tune, and full of beer, as they stumbled through the set
And things got pretty messy when accountants came to call
They had no cash, they had no rights, seems their manager had it all
Their luck ran out, the band where broke, they had to end the show
They had to sell up everything, the spaceship had to go
Ray could never come to terms, with all the hurt and pain
He took some drugs and alcohol, he just never woke again
Hector went to college and he earned a top degree
And now he is the I.T guy in a light bulb factory
Johnny is the local star, who likes to talk about his fame
He tries to pull the young girls, and dine out on his name
Charlie lost his family, when the alcohol took hold
He shelters in the hostels when the weather gets too cold
Eddie left the country, when it all became too much
He now lives in Australia, but he never kept in touch
who felt incorporeal storied power
of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid
instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school
before his/her first grade
coz of all the money he/she made
which affected modus operandi rendered obsolete
child worker laws
and no sweat of brow getting paid
people used bitcoin (or other online currency)
additionally making purchases
with scant keystrokes to complete a trade.
As with any major dramatically novel scheme
light bulb idea scribbled on napkin
scrap of paper
via cheesy or whipped cream
originating as a flash in the pan
aha eureka moment, or dream
as rough blue print subsequently
underwent beta testing,
before declaring pc innovation supreme
whereby outstanding persons in the tech industry
clamored to join Kidde team.
Whether seventh day add vent
hissed or other religious creed
powerful binary processing
impacted near
earth shaking incarnation indeed
and ramifications in all walks
and talks of life sought expert need.
Coven chanting children murmured Luddites be damned!
Thus spake Zarathustra (cue the opening scene
from Planet of the Apes)
upon witnessing as if king or queen
(in reality father or mother)
didst get immediately
dethroned thus, increasing mean
average positive
effects on society, especially lean
microchip i.e. integrated circuitry
miniaturization "green"
technology (and eventual
attendant affordable price)
viz said trappings
unleashed upon global market
invited absolute zero dust, a must clean
as a whistle work space,
and manufacturers laboratory be microbe free
hermetically sealed vacuumed "clean".
Countless portable machines
unbeknownst soon epithet florid hack
coining impromptu called cyber crime
especially as majority proportion of population
didst purchase these dime,
a doze in countless "end users"
snapped up these smart machines
excitedly keyed away indifferent to gunk
on unwashed hands
plus bits of food particles
eventually caking hardware with grime
(eventually necessitating technician
charging gobs of moolah
sans to unstitch in time.
>Space oddity or what?
Technology has advanced down here.
By down here, I mean, on planet Earth.
We are all living peacefully.
No poor people do I see.
Bet you wonder where I be?
‘Dragon, stop messing about.
Listen to me. I’m the boss.
If not I’ll tell you to, ‘go to sleep.’
Phew that worked! Now let me just peek.
Golly is that first verse, Dragon’s words.
Have you read anything so absurd?
At peace, no poor were can he be?
None of that on Earth, I see.
In fact, technology, if that’s the word.
Is exploring space, not my world?
With a spaceship that’s 2 cm high.
I wonder who is that size and can fly.
I guess one day real soon.
They’ll have a base on the moon.
Then send all the bad men there.
Of course they will need some breathable air.
Do they know there is no air there?
Best spend that spare money here instead.
Of wasting it on space I said.
Overpopulated Earth might be.
But terrorists keep population numbers down.
Might be why they are around.
As the more people they kill you know.
Mean less mouths to feed, it does just so.
Then there are bombs from the air.
And landmines on the Earth don’t care.
Who they kill one and all.
Perhaps I will be the next to fall.
But bless technology will rescue me.
By reducing me to the size of a flea.
I could then enter that 2 cm spaceship so.
Off this planet Earth I could then go.
Way up high into the sky.
Pass along into space.
Leave the universe we all know.
Into another one I don’t know.
Then after many years travelling up here.
Enter another atmosphere.
No doubt I will be back here.
In something like one million years.
And bless, I have gone back in time.
Back to Earth, I know it’s mine.
Large dinosaurs roam the land.
All looks peaceful, I’ve circled around.
No sign of humans can be found.
So I guess it’s safe to land.
‘Wake up Dragon,’ I have done.
Now you can have your fun.
Print correct on screen, what I have done.
Have a nice day everyone.
As the year is now 3001.
I guess now the world, has just again, begun.
Have fun.'
This poem was inspired by the invention of the minute microchip camera space ship man has invented to hopefully explore where man will never go. Perhaps!<
And what doth bring me
here to this spot
timely turns,
east west dyslexic learns
me to be ...
where is the space now?
Here before
a different time
out of place
out of mynd
and in tending to
my flock in kind
internally subjegating
unresulting rhyme
ballistical banter bereaved
its' decanter !!
"unearthing truth is only
interperative archaeology"
merely controlled science
in alliance to powers that
are to be believed in its
ruling theology....
And here in this spot I sit
a microchip
in the cog
an earmite
in a farm of hogs
a dustspeck, to be
boiled in emphatic blaspheme
a bar code
with no face
a Dunkin donut
with out the cream,
the parametics won't notice
nor the National Guard
not the Supreme Judicial tortoise
or the puppets playing cards,
but 5. O. is tight
& they'll sniff you outright,
'specially if you've violated
evidence for the Jury,
for 4 deflated desserts
are nothing but flirts
always withholding
the cherry...
Hay!
lets keep this simple
lets not!
just keep this
between you and me
I've be identified
ask tagged like a beast
silly rabbit
can't you see
that trick are for sick-o's
and guys name Dick
so let not act like this
is ok with me
why i atta
well i should-of
and i want-ta
tell you a thing or too
but knowing you will
be there where ever i (I) go
i (I) want you to do a favor
for me
hold this thought
in you blacken hart
keep it in your minds eye
I'M GIVING YOU THE FINGER
and it feels nice and it feels
good to feel the wind
whipping by it
as it give it's best performance
to tell you f**k off
and go to hell
because I truly believe
some day when i'am dead and gone
that wiki leaks
will leak out all your crimes
and the world will see that i didn't lie
that the G
TO THE 0 V
took me on a never ending ride ...
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Hay!
lets keep this simple
lets not!
just keep this
between you and me
I've be (been) identified
ask tagged like a beast
silly rabbit
can't you see
that tricks are for sick-o's
and guys name Dick
so let's not act like this
this isn't ok with me
why i atta
well i should-of
and i want-ta
tell you a thing or too
but knowing you will
be there where ever I go
I want you to do
a favor for me
hold this thought
in your blacken hart
keep it in your mind's eye
I'M GIVING YOU THE FINGER
and it feels nice and it feels
good to feel the wind
whipping by it
as it gives it's best performance
to tell you f**k off
and go to hell
because I truly believe
some day when I'm dead and gone
that wiki leaks
will leak out all your crimes
and the world will see that i didn't lie
that the G
TO THE 0 V
took me on a never ending ride ...
(fixed? 5-3-2017 wed)
Tattarrattat
…amazing how things change over time, from a simple knock at someone’s door, smoke signals, walking & serenading to the Pony Express, and now Cell Phones…what next, microchip implants?
Tattarrattat of sounds making universal calling to chitchat
Habitat denned of words hovering upon stagnate doormat
Dialling friends like Anna and Christine while vanity filing
Smiling Hannah throughout texts and hashtags reconciling
Taking selfies selfish as snapping shots peep after faking
Breaking stats texting thru speeding with fingers aching
Money making Facebook and Twitter toot sucking honey
Funny folks frolicking in wow of gibberish words chummy
Implanting microchiping radar loves of illusions enchanting
Ranting and deleveled amidst abysses of misunderstanding
Evaporating thoughts deified through fanatic futurists dating
Frustrating still mom and dad tired of escaping callwaiting.
...this may also be read backwards
1.Tattarrattat – the longest palindrome in the Oxford English Dictionary, coined by James Joyce in Ulysses for a knock on the door
2.denned – past tense of to den, meaning to live in a den
3.deleveled – past tense and past participle of "delevel", to demote or be demoted to a lower level.
4.deified – past tense of "to deify", meaning to consider as a god
...originally I was going to enter this in Joseph May's Palindrome contest...but at the last second, I noticed the theme was about the Seasons...dah!...hello Brian lol
A Palindrome is a word or phrase which reads the same backwards as forwards, such as level, or deed, or "never odd or even".
Sept.24.2018
END SEPTEMBER 2018 STANDARD
,ANY FORM,ANY THEME
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
N/A for contest
I sat by a moonlit window last night
As sleep did not come- elusive as the Dugong-
My eyes but portal gazing wide into a deep vast sea.
The songbirds were hushed except for the nightjars and owls.
A dreary blackness was unrolled across the sky,
And moonbeams brimmed over into the room.
My mind set adrift to gloom and droll dreams
In those wee hours of morn. I spoke to ancestors
(if only in my mind) for they lived in simpler and perhaps wiser times.
I thought how I envied them in a way,
Though not really, as their bones lie dusty in
Rustic vessels, traveling further back with each passing day.
Their lips sealed mum, as still as the stars, and cold as winter's teeth,
Yet resting above in glory cradles, numb to the tangles that
Plague this old and somber world.
I wondered what they would think of the present day,
Which oft embraces adverse and complex things,
That would perplex the keen-witted, scholars of yesteryear,
And make the grave of Einstein sway.
If those dear, timeworn relics traversed from
Chivalrous and austere ages into the rages of this world,
Where knowledge weaves through webs of microchip swirls.
And people sail into streams of mouse-clicking dreams...
Could you then, oh sweet vestiges of ancient yellow bones,
Slumber on in quiet, mellow solace beneath your
Inscripted bloodstones, and romance the
Advancement of present times?
Would you imagine these machines as
Sleek schooners slicing through the midnight blue,
Chartering primitive lands? Or rather dreadnaughts
Waiting to wager warfare against the inculpable innocence of
Youth, or the ignorance of man? Would you quiver and quake
at the malice of mankind and perhaps find a better road to take?
I wonder now, as I sit with the moon so bright, and listen to
the stillness quietly hushing this sultry, sleepless night.
Your are under arrest
in your house
your concentration camp
quiet
before for being unmasked
get fined.
You have no rights
to buy, sell or travel
without hand or forehead
being jabbed
in preparation
for microchip ahead.
Can't buy bread? Starve
with the little mouths
you allowed to live
they could have been
used in vaccines.
You are not to visit
friends, family
or enemies
in nursing homes
or hospital beds
dying
to be disposed of
quietly.
You are not to go to school
knowledge is dangerous
infecting brain to brain
to rioting dissent!
Let the screen be your teacher
and Alexa your friend.
You are not to go to parties
or indoor movies
alone get drunk
and watch your *****
and blood at home.
You are to be vaccinated
enemy of all that is progress
who gave you the audacity
to question vaccines'
safety and efficacy
with elderly and terminally ill
dying from Covid-19?
Unapproved, obsolete
what’s that to us?
Give to Caesar money
to science your body
and to 666 your hand
to be microchipped
if you want medicine
travel or be fed.
Gagged, tied, mesmerized
fear turns hearts to ice
but a remnant keeps shining
God’s charity
feeding hungry
hugging lonesome
praying in private
and in public
for a self destroying
faithless humanity
heading to depopulation.
Fed by heaven
sealed on the forehead
with the cross of salvation
chosen to be preserved
to start a new world
of love, peace and joy
with Jesus Christ as King
in an environment of beauty
health and energy
as it was meant to be
with foods that nourish
herbs that heal
joy of family life
in villages
full of boys and girls
running with health.
The remnant could be you.
Lord Jesus come
hurry do not delay
Thy Kingdom come.
Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat
particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly twill incite
dangerous extraneous, mutinous,
treasonous tit for tat
promulgation exhuming ghosts
abolitionists of Dead Poets Society
screeching like a wildcat
signaling resumption, sans
war between the states recruiting
every able bodied proletariat
after well nigh one
hundred fifty four plus years,
which repurpose sing reformat
might transform mine
humdrum friggin existence
into one enviable secretariat,
where these ears will
hear constant ratatat,
when bombardiers din
temporarily doth pause
scampering atop rampart
analogous to polecat
espying the freshly minted "enemy"
unconcerned if maneuvers induce pitapat
cuz resumption of battle will drown,
this weasel granted leeway within Union
Schwenksville, Pennsylvanian nonfat
spry old man confident fighter
despite civilian life
extant, viz noncombat
acclimated to rustic/primitive conditions
honest to dog abode comprised
thatched hut housed within mudflat
only during rainfall rigging
makeship shower plus laundromat
counting lucky stars kismat
blessed without necessity
to whip out handy dandy hemostat,
thus yours truly ready for action
quite content nsync
within no man's land habitat
linkedin with nearest battalion via
microchip embedded within
noggin rock solid as hardhat
genetically modified lest
Johnny Rebel lob brickbat
also on lookout against
swampy hungry creatures,
thence I will thrust
these lovely bones akin to acrobat.
All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear
Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom
For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear
In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone
Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list
See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum
Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence
For the contest, Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th