In the year 5555
Your arms hangin' limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin' to do
Some machine's doin' that for you
From In the Year 2525 by Zager and Evans
Luddite
Robots that clean floors
and pools
Robots that assist with
surgery
Robots that search for
explosives
Robots in all areas of
manufacturing
Robots unpiloted as
drones
Self-driving cars
Self-regulating thermostats
Self-guiding weapons
Self-regulating houses
It won’t take until the year 5555
The time is already here
What will we have left to do
A machine can do it all for us
I am rapidly becoming a Luddite
Categories:
luddite, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
Long poems, short poems
Wide poems, narrow
High poems, low poems
Romance, Cupid's arrow
Old poems, new poems
Red poems, blue poems
Luddite poems, uptight poems
Bawdy poems - screw 'em
Flower poems, color poems
Nature poems galore
Tall tales and whoppers
Who knows what's in store
Rhyme & Meter, Foot & Beat
Metaphor or Simile
Triolets and Woe is Me
Dot the i's, cross the t's
Stirring Odes and Tributes
Limericks, Epitaphs
If not too darn serious
Some will make you laugh
Futuristic? The past's terrific
Everything is unspecific
You see
~ Just call it Poetry
Categories:
luddite, poetry, power, rap, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
I've been going through old love letters of how we used to be.
The silly, inconsequential things you used to write to me
about nothing in particular, the mundane, the everyday, the norm.
But that Basildon Bond decorated with Quink used to give a form
to the feelings inside as your fountain pen cried, words rambling over the page.
To tear at my heart because we were apart imprisoned in our cage
of distance, and the persistence of melancholia's hurting
the only respite in spite of all, your banality and girlish flirting.
But now we've come to the here and now to emoticons and text speak.
To the short, terse text that can leave us vexed and the torment that they wreak.
Our language debased to contracted words, mis-spelled and appalling grammar.
Misconstrued meanings, tech speak and gleanings from Twitter, Face Book and Spammer.
Anticipating the postman, the sound of the letterbox, the excitement of opening your letter.
Now all we have is the e.mail wav., much quicker I grant you, but better?
Call me old fashioned, a Luddite if you must, or even a pen and paper fanatic.
But for all my ranting, there's something enchanting about finding old letters in the attic.
Categories:
luddite, eulogy, introspection, longing, remember,
Form: Free verse
Standing next to stupid,
pale tone idiocy
can’t even proximity spell
moral illiteracy
Ignorant feelings blinded by color;
stunted neural moles moving backwards
behind a non-lucid, Luddite veil
Vacuous thoughts unruly did
beta wave at the cloth
Amidst the mindless mob mentality,
moronic orations ran amok —
Inane utterances blabbered freely
Wiping their void secretions
upon the snot rag
of civil discourse devolution
Rebel ignorance is a kin
to grey matter dim
Blue-ray vision
of a depleted cerulean era:
Haughty sovereign time-share hastily closing
Those dull white cells
are persuasion immune to wisdom —
Aural epiphany fails
Slug osmosis, diffuse mannequin ideas move dummy slow
Porous understanding filters
Dark past emotions eclipsed by an unpaid debt tomorrow
Ancient bigotry has grown Babble Tower,
talking mule stooge stale
Fresh refugee scapegoat anger now
smart monkeyshine sells
Empty conscience quotient
is bosom bury downright low
Hateful imagination is
dunce concentration detestable
Standing too close to stupid
will severely
reduce one’s mental acuity
Categories:
luddite, allegory, hate, psychological, wisdom,
Form: Dramatic Verse
A gift you bestowed on your luddite mum and dad,
you left us your Alexa and she is driving us both mad!
I ask her to remind me to make a phone call,
her timing's up the shoot and it’s her downfall!
I say "Alexa remind me at ten past two",
she gets it all wrong what are we to do?
We ask her a question, the answer she doesn’t know
she just sits there smirking, her blue light aglow
So now she’s back in her box, it’s the only solution
and I’ll look at our clock to save any confusion!
We thank you, son, for your thoughtful gift
But Alexa's mind seems to have gone adrift
8/15/18
Categories:
luddite, conflict, humorous, technology,
Form: Couplet
'Cordin' to ma,
it's spittin' fact wha' she said,
I da sebenth gen from my famous pa Ned
He hated m'chines,
said deh was evil metal beasts
I be da sebenth son of Ludd,
and I believe all dat he preached
Proud am I
ta be a Luddite
I be fightin' da good fight,
standin' 'ginst m'chanical progress
wit all my might
Ma dehn't raise no dummy,
I is no mindless m'chine
I be sebenth gen Luddite,
gon crush dos metal bastards to smit'reens
Proud am I
ta be a Luddite
I be fightin' da good fight
Keep grabbin' dos dumb 'bots by da throat
Doh I do fess my secret sin,
I luv my TV remote
Categories:
luddite, funny, humorous, satire, society,
Form: Light Verse
Silence is my favorite crypt,
and when I'm feeling pious, or
magnanimous, or greedy
or alive,
I go there.
I go there because
in silence, I can run so far
away from the creeps and the
whores, the moneygrubbing
clerks and the bilge of puddles
splashing my pantlegs. And if those
shadows catch up to me, I can always
close my eyes and pray for them to
go away.
I'll pray forever, crouched and blind,
but never break my silence,
because that's my wormhole out of this
luddite galaxy,
my trapdoor in the floor
of this devolved society.
Categories:
luddite, space,
Form: Free verse
fyr feelN vry chat-T n yr gal S vry cattie, i'd ask u 2 refrain,
4my chin i'd b scratchin f yr txting :@) l@tn i'd ask u 2 refrain!
Plz dont Y'L awy the hrs talkin 2 Mayflowers, dey wl ask u 2 refrain
4 they're nt cyber powers they r Luddites ina twer, dey wl ask u 2 refrain
Tho yr fingAs may B skippin ovr keys they wnt lippin, sho em u’v a brain
n they'll luv ur knd }xx aftr evry missive wishes F u cll its nt n vain!
If your feeling very chattie and your girl is very cattie, I'd ask you to refrain
for my chin I'd be scratching if your texting in pig latin, I'd ask you to refrain.
Please dont while away the hours talkin to **Mayflowers, they will ask you to
refrain
for they're not cyber powers, they're ***Luddites in a tower, they'll ask you to
refrain.
Though your fingers may be skippin over keys, they want lippin, show them
you've a brain
and they'll love your kind kisses after every missive wishes, if you call it's not
in vain!
*PS it can be sung to "If I only had a Brain"
**Folks who are so OLD they came over on the Mayflower
***A Luddite is a person who is opposed to technological process
for cultural or moral reasons.
Categories:
luddite, may, natural disasters,
Form: Couplet
Powerfully pandered not pondered and plotted
Ostensibly organic not overtly originally spotted
Liars lipping lethargic lies lavishly construed and truly
Ire inducing ignorance imputing irresponsible foolery
Terrorizing timid tepid taxpayers to respond fast
In an impatient ill illegal inconceivable idiotic mad blast
Callously cold and cantankerously conniving bastards
Assiduously aspiring and aggravating masses mastered
Low lying lingering and living Luddite like lumberjacks
Limping 'long labored roads ludicrously lacking facts
Yet yearning yearly for yuppy snacks
they wouldn't even know what to do with it, nor deserve it.
Categories:
luddite, philosophy, political,
Form: Acrostic