Short Unmanned Poems
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I bought a bike to beat the band
But found it came with no kickstand
I pedalled around
It fell to the ground
It was two-tired to stand unmanned
There's a man named Dan of the Land
His poems humorous, never bland
With a flick of his wrist
He writes prose with a twist
From a mind that is always unmanned
unmanned drones,
the Bible says:
switch off life?
*Inspired by the song..."I Remember" written and performed by Griffin House
Arraign dissatisfaction with remorse,
the laws of strife seem evermore mundane!
While joy upon the other hand
does stake its claim ~
Upon the soil of faithful ban
against the fetished tool . . . . unmanned!
The EDM4S(Electronic Drone Mitigation System)is The anti-drone gun & electromagnetic pulse weapon that disrupt an unmanned aerial vehicles UAVs By jamming communication signals.It forces drones to either fall or return to base or make an emergency landing...
As in days before the virus
We voyaged free as air
Til rulers sought to confine us
In penned and muzzled care
Now with freedom at hand
Yet with caution, unmanned
We steal out cross the land
So let’s fly once more
As in days before
29 September
Quietus
spaceship to the moon
saturday unmanned she flies
heart and soul within
Written 1st September 2022 ~ after seeing Major Tim Peake tell tales of his 6 months as an astronaut on-board the ISS - fascinating...
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He left her on the dance floor.
Her Ceasar on the blend.
Her jubilee of laughter
she danced to heights on end.
As chirping on her cell phone
alerted her to laughter.
and all the unknown callers
were hers for chasing after.
When something interrupted
she couldn't understand.
Her friends were yelling at her
come here; you're still unmanned.
A beggar clump adorns a dump, his pencil box in hand -
With sightless eyes upon the skies he’s lying there unmanned.
He’s fallen down in Shantytown, his knees too weak to stand,
With no relief and bitter grief too dark to understand.
The Bowery blight is hid from sight, it’s covered up and bland,
And Robin Hood and Brother Hood lie buried in the sand.
Tears of a child so wet and free
Sometimes sad others glee
Comforted by a Mothers' touch
A hug a kiss assured a hush
And when not a youth
But almost grown
The well of tears go dry
As life's' will is sewn
As a Man a soul
Cries much less
Emotions controlled
Unmanned duress
A stronger faith
A hope a prayer
Spiritual strength
When no other
Is there.
They just lie low
Waiting to pounce
With deadly results
On innocent people
And causing unfathomable
Mental and physical damage
These are strictly speaking
Not people with heart and soul
They are unexploded ordinance
Best diffused with bulldozers or
Unmanned air combat vehicles
But best of all a change of heart
A feat the troops of God, Allah
And other Deities might as well
Employ, if they are not complicit!
Four moons orbiting Jupiter were discovered by Galileo.
He named them Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, and Io.
Several unmanned space probes were sent there recently.
They revealed things no earth-bound sky watcher could see.
Of special interest was the Jovian moon Io.
This body has many an active volcano.
Io is literally turning itself inside-out.
This makes the moon the most fascinating without a doubt.
See little children dreaming in there beds as the U.S. Bombs drop on there heads, six
hundred fifty five thousand in 7 years dead.
Oh unmanned Stealth flying the Sky
Machines dont care who die
This WAR MACHINE feeds on human fear
The same president for seventy three years
With one task for all time
Same corporation different masks same crime
What a heavy toll our children will pay
and now they say the Nazi's founded the CIA
Form:
Old Mother Nature’s striking back.
It is Mankind She wants to sack.
Of days ahead, She will keep track
and make them black and make them black.
An illness now assaults the land.
Its passing will leave Earth unmanned,
but it will spread as She has planned,
with Her great hand, with Her great hand.
And when this epidemic’s passed
and Nature’s fin’lly had Her blast,
how long has Mankind then to last?
Who can forecast? Who can forecast?
I am on pause,
an unmanned navigation light,
blinking elsewhere. Seeking a woman
I loved before love became virtual.
She is still there
on a website for all lost
and deleted affairs.
In that vast starry universe
of nothing much, against all odds,
I find her at the edge of an old longing.
No way to download her now,
she passes fleetingly through
my stalled and static mind,
takes once more a none-stop trajectory
through my heart.
The guard: ”Are you going to tell on me? “
Mary Madeline: “Did we remove Jesus’ body?”
The guard: "If I say nothing would not say that I left the stone unmanned for about ten minutes? The earthquake was severe.”
Mary, Jesus’ mum: “OK, we won’t talk.”
Mary Madeline: “Not really your fault. You couldn’t help it, son.”
The guard: “My cousin, my friend can walk ‘cos of your son, so it’s ok, He’s ok.”
So they parted, and never met again.
Form:
Words Often Hurt
Written: by Tom Wright
March 2015
Evil thoughts germinate like sprouting seeds,
Once birthed, as words, they’re released toward targets,
As unmanned drones to seek and destroy;
While the intended quarry may escape these scathing words,
Inadvertent collateral damage
To the launch site has already occurred;
Words cannot be launched, as projectiles, toward another
Without feeling the backward escape of unburned powder;
Tom
Dying piece by piece in shock –
a life without a mutiny.
Walking amidst blue kraits
you never raised the stick.
Of extinct possibilities in the night
of unmanned crossing-
the blood streaked globe goes on
revolving round the blazing sun.
Short legged pygmies waving
to tall peaks of ice from the
burnt-out shelters, to learn
obedience again.
Crushed and upturned, we lost
each other in the jungle of
uncertainties. Peeled off skin
made us afraid of each other.
SATISH VERMA
The veil left unsuspended,
Leaving the shiny brights suppressed,
Mockery filled the ones molested,
Any attempt will be streisanded
More, I need more! MORE!
A hole left unblocked,
Beneath my soul I resisted,
It was futile, and it will last,
As long as the beats left unsilenced.
MORE! I NEED MORE! PLEASE!
As I watch my fellows succumbed,
Breathing the same intoxicant,
Over and over, left unmanned.
Why would you do that, Human?
Or shall I blame the opposed?
When will I understand protection is a unconscious mutation
Feeding off a unmanned ego while angels and demons cause aberration
The scab is bleeding and sliding off into the depressing depot of allegation
Ugly, still hiding below the repressing master of acclamation
Breathe in the fresh air of the depressive headmaster
Clinical and brash he has the mind of a succubus
Cleave out the abrasive control with my mind racing faster
Urgent to a brainwashed child, a testimony to torment