Long Microchip Poems
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Today was the day for a medical appointment
to prove he was fit enough to drive
It's an annual event for which one must present,
when you reach the ripe old age of seventy five
What's the medication for your pulse rate
at forty three beats per minute why is it so low ?
Fifty years no medication, with gusto he decided,
he would surely let them know
Firstly he revealed , whatever he did eat
was only ever, organic raw
No food is ever cooked, no coffee tea or drugs
it's been that way for thirty years or more
At age of seventy seven he still can swing an axe
to chop a pile of wood
Still quite able to do all the things
as a younger man he could
Be it physical or mental
he has energy aplenty
To run six kilometres daily
be it ten or twenty
Daily exercise, play musical instruments
or just sitting in the sun
Choosing activities
that offer lots of fun
Focus on the breath
through the nose both in and out
Be aware of beauty, the birds , the trees , the clouds
where ever you may find yourself everywhere about
Complete a cryptic crossword, a trivia quiz or two
works the mind , slows the onset of senility
Meditation in the morning perhaps again at night
exhilaration, a sense of guided tranquility
Introduce Tibetan Rites, an ancient form of yoga
a therapy to reduce the ageing rate
As a soul upon this planet, we have free will for our selections
Face reality there's an outcome for the choices we create
It's almost to the point we will need another licence
for the vehicle called the body, which we inhabit twenty four hours a day
It's called a microchip or an ID card. Will you give it your consent ???
I request that every one of us, votes an emphatic nay
Wasn't it easy herding us into a human bait ball?
They didn't have to use tear gas or even go ratatatat.
They just spiked our drink with fear gas.
Loaded us up into mental cattle cars.
Put a piss bucket filled with fear in the corner.
Then watched our jobs rot on the vine.
They put God on lockdown.
Played politics with suicide kings.
And two-headed winks.
Collapsing the economy
Spilling false prophets and convicts onto our streets.
Just to make sure the oppression was complete.
We were told-it was for our own good.
Mandatory vaccinations are next,
maybe a microchip implant
That screams in red. I'm not a leper!
The elites are feeding off our misery.
Making billions-their babies are all well fed.
Their plastic @sses of golden calves are squeaky clean.
They've isolated us, made us mask humanity.
Divided us; now everyone's become a stink-eyed snitch.
They took our identities away along with our humanity.
… and how did we all react to our oppression?
And this new world order obsession
We didn't fight back-we hoarded toilet paper.
We lay on our backs.
Willingly hopped aboard those cattle cars.
Crawled into the darkest corners of our minds.
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.
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
Just another day in paradise,
From this wondrous planet that we live.
As we bathe in the marvels of technology,
While imagining if there's anything else to give.
It seems the engine that drives this innovation,
Is rooted by computers, with their hardware & software to blend.
Where this has grown exponentially in a lifetime,
It's hard to imagine just how far it may transcend.
Now most of us are aware of the brains of the operation,
Since greater power, and smaller sizes define the microchip.
Not to mention, they carry more weight while being faster,
Almost defying common sense along their trip.
Most amazing of all, this entire industry has only taken about 4 score years,
To develop and encompass almost everything that we touch.
So that we're to the point where they're an absolute necessity,
We might even consider it to be a huge electronic crutch.
So now our current era has taken its place in the term of AI,
While many pundits thought it the end of mankind.
Although so far, we're mostly all still alive and kicking,
Enjoying the fruits of the many labors of a mastermind.
Opaque
Self-determination digs the fight,
Between lovers, crevacies and urns,
Sunken to the black scraping the rust,
The syntax to velocity 27 epic tech bust.
Velodrome phoneticised tightness of gyte,
Forced gynaecology for terse, gut and creation,
Random infinity espouses truth glued thereunder,
Catching it biopsies tumours in place of white blood.
The thicket secludes grass stoned with hydroxyl’s waste,
Ethanol spreads upon the phalanges dance severed/nullified,
Blame the THC for dividing dithered marriages gay and adjusted,
Turn tender to jail to lock astronauts for circumferences of the wheel.
Misjudged twist of lily and microchip to coin and defile unveiled strands,
Genome tightened motionless from above, within, gloving the asphyxiation,
Dynamo’s nuclear reads sex for perceptive muscular drive on cognitive motion,
Love instantly slides effaced towards the hidden silent convict skimming goons lit.
Only mutism can endanger an incognito identity ravished by blood pulsing to move,
Riled by race relations, sexism, LBGT, second kid jibed with vibes stretching at ozone,
Simple religion does not contradict form structures so abstract by set and void god retract,
Hell includes chemistry’s contingents upon matter bleak and lynched of a glance empathetic.
Rhoda Monihan
On last night's news I heard
of an engineer named K_____ who
invented the microchip and changed
our lives. How the chip now contains
a billion circuits which I still don't get
but what I do perceive is this engineer's
(a man modest in pride, fame and wealth)
achievement of Teilhard de Chardin's vision
of a world that is one organism and a single-
minded mankind.
Also mentioned
were Edison, the Wrights and Ford,
oddly not Einstein, Galileo, Copernicus, Newton,
Hamilton or Jefferson, Christ or Buddha,
or the unknown gatherers and traders
who invented agriculture, money.
8,000 generations and each individual
an experiment gone well or wrong, a chance
to respond with love or grief to the universe's effort
to extinguish us.
Family of weasels, young ones playful.
One reference says they're vicious murderers,
killing for sport. Absurd, I think, in the wild.
Another clarifies they eat ½ their body weight daily,
extremely active, high metabolism, hunt all their caloric needs
before eating. And, like the raccoon, ferocious defenders
of their young.
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.
Modern day Empire
The same as old,
Man doesn't really have time
Just Inventions and different clothes.
Still craving our nature the two split purpose,
Consumption and reproduction
All else is conjuring vanity,
An evolving Microchip of lost perception, a tinted clarity.
Yet we entrapped ourselves into a diamond cast,
Being compounded by every grasp that meets ear, eye and touch.
Never forget the truth bearing lust,
that feeling of inner-ness that splinter-hair precision awareness
And ask the question you've subconsciously locked away
Why are you being and what are the aims?
And then at that moment your shell will fall apart
so remind yourself of the real truth the binds mind and heart,
and roam among your ancestors in the lyceum of endless fascination
in one's mighty reflection and complacence.