Preparing The Lips for repeated groans
And The Heart for as many moans,
Left long in it one’s contacting phone:
“To whom it concerns I’m pitiably alone!”
Suffering never was a stepping stone
To our Remote-Controlled Throne,
For all its merits steadily overblown
And at Non-sufferers readily thrown …
Some bit Suffering releases in The Grown
With the doggedness he’d sown:
The often insupportable lighter,
The Rather Darker, Much Brighter
Tasked legs that no longer totter
A furnace now cooler that was hotter.
Still, The Never Ceasing Suffering
Keeps Singular Pain Offering
And as a spring board
The Regionally Broad.
Faster advancing The Dish-Washing American
Than A Nigerian Mover of filled Jerry can.
Categories:
remote controlled, cheer up, courage, cry,
Form: Rhyme
In true-spirited
Resistance
the heart remains sweet
soft and pliable,
a fruit of all seasons.
But the mind turns inward
and ties itself into a knot
sits in motionless silence
like a bolted statue.
No marching down
streets like remote controlled
mannequins,
chanting soulful mantras
with rugged voices.
-That births no change.
We envision a brutalized mule
refusing to sip
at the stream
because it knows
to live is to die
and we become.
Categories:
remote controlled, anti bullying, conflict, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
Today I sat in Town Hall Square,
watched the doves parading there
with their comic gait.
Daintily propelled themselves
o’er metaphorical eggshells,
like Royalty in state!
Boldly nosing ‘tween the feet
of the lunchers on the seat
for something good to peck.
Here and there they stopped to scratch
at some irritating patch
on irridescent neck.
Awareness of good treatment’s seen
In the way they strut and preen.
No sign of fear I found
in spite of all those human limbs
like a forest round the rim
of their parading ground.
Then all at once with one accord
up into the air they soared
as if remote controlled.
No longer separate atoms, they
converged into entirety –
A blaze of green and gold.
Categories:
remote controlled, nature,
Form: Light Verse
Ever since the creation of the universe
Time is monitoring every second of life
Time is flying high
To reach the sky
A flying horse
Speeding with full force
Today our friend, tomorrow our enemy
Every heartbeat is remote controlled by time
Good times, bad times
We are slaves of time
Wasted time never returns
Time is money
Oh! youth of today
Think about tomorrow
Whoever tries to play with time
Will have to bear the consequences
Don't wile away time
Because it can change mood
Who will stop time?
So make the optimum use of time
Before our time expires
Categories:
remote controlled, money, sky, time, youth,
Form: Prose Poetry
A decade from now, Santa will be a robot
Instead of bringing toys, he would be online
Checking gift-lists kids could only retrieve;
Through a swooshing remote-controlled jet plane.
And mind you, forget the Christmas tree
Because a clone of R2D2 will act as a tall pine,
With mechanical decor from Twilight Zone.
No need for a dinner feast come Yuletide,
One pop of a pill, and all the dishes are in there.
If you wish to hear mass, just click the latest X-box
And participate through interactive singing;
Will these be 4-D experiences without the fuss
Of running around to stress away, be naughty or nice?
I want to know because I'd rather not be around!
Nov 17, 2015
A Futuristic Christmas
Contest by Mystic Rose
Categories:
remote controlled, christmas, computer,
Form: Light Verse
Remember when we were just kids,
When we shared a bath and a bedroom,
When we used to play outside,
On tinsel-decked scooters we’d zoom.
The back garden with the sandpit and swing,
The slide that gave us electric shocks,
The plastic kitchen and toy washing machine,
The photo of you sat in its cardboard box.
Polishing wooden chairs before family arrived,
Hoping they would slip and slide off,
Magic cream for grazes and sickly Calpol
If you had a headache or cough.
The pink Barbie car and remote-controlled jeep,
Microphones and Winnie-the-Pooh drum,
And plastic blue drumsticks we hit each other with
That got hidden in a high place by Mum.
The time when you pooed on my toy rabbit,
The time I threw sand in your eye,
The times we brought all our toys downstairs
Without really knowing why…
Just hating those dreaded words: “tidy up”,
Suddenly too tired to move or hear;
Your name scrawled on the wall in pencil,
Which you denied writing with a strop and a tear.
Knock-knock jokes without punch-lines,
Games with no reason or rhyme;
Looking at the grey world of growing up,
I wish we could go back to that time.
Categories:
remote controlled, family, growing up, sister,
Form: Verse
Christmas day. Receiving a Darth Vader remote controlled toy.
I had it for only 24 hours. Last time I saw it.
Where did you go, Darth? Back to chasing Luke Skywalker?
Oh well, got a good 15 minutes of playtime with you.
I've been called Yoda.
Categories:
remote controlled, father
Form: I do not know?
Favorite Toys
Matchbox cars and helicopter pads,
Airplane runways and little people lads.
Thomas the train and Dora dolls,
Remote controlled trucks and bouncing balls.
Flash cards and coloring books,
Magic sticks and fishing poles with hooks.
Rocking horse and a three wheel bike,
Racing cars and little tikes.
Don’t break the ice game and play phones,
Magic markers and Fisher price built homes.
Play dough and construction tools,
Scooters and swimming pools.
Butterfly kites and potato heads,
Twister games and Simon saids.
Mechanical robots and rubber snakes,
John Deere Traitors and gardening rakes.
~
With all these toys you have to play,
Why do I have to tell you everyday?
To leave your puppy’s toys alone!
Categories:
remote controlled, funny
Form: Rhyme
I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I ponder then I do
Believe what I was programmed to, replaced by versions new
Existing just for mere research, experiment I am
My life “To let”, “for sale”, “for rent”; in shambles or a sham
Emotions first uploaded or rebooted and erased
Remote controlled with batteries recharged at every phase
Mirrored in an image, then observed through looking glass
My Father and Creator notes down everything that’s passed
Today I conquered obstacles according to the plan
One virus might turn bad to worst within outdated brand
If circuits fry a terminating prospect is abrupt
A live or die for me could mean abort or self-destruct
When all the data’s gathered and my purpose here is lost
The switch will flip, I’ll power down, repaired at extra cost
Core of bone covered with flesh, diverting all suspicion
That I was cloned and molded to a Master’s rendition
Categories:
remote controlled, angst, imagination, life, people,
Form: Couplet