'driverless' poems - Hello Poetry

TERRY REEVES Apr 2016

There is no driver - go anywhere for a fiver
Pod - cars troll Milton Keynes by no means
seen piloted in four years time - where's mine?
Then they come together in the land of never - never

The sat-nav tells us where we're going
ready to alight when it's finally slowing
what will they think of next? Send a text
with your suggestion - normality's in regression

No one is to blame when there's an accident
nothing is seen to describe an incident
however, at least no one can go on strike
and I won't be reduced to travel by bike

The atmosphere is electric, technology hectic
it was bad enough when we decided to go metric!

#driver #regression

jeffrey conyers Oct 2017

The Electric Car

jeffrey conyers Oct 2017

The Electric Car

We laugh.
We have too.
When automotive executives speak about the electric cars running the future.

Why?
You say.
Okay, for a better word ask?

Many of us aware this will only work completely if they eliminate gasoline.

Yes, if our government legislature passes a law stating it.
We saw how they dictate high definition rules with television to the states.

The electric car reminds us of the fools behind driverless cars.
That alone is a hipster joke to various people.

A mind must operate the various options of the automotive.
When to stop?
When to move?
We know mistakes have occurred presently with this method

What's next?
Driverless planes with no pilot aboard.

Calling all mountains, look out!
Calling all skyscrapers, be aware!
Even other aircraft just flying in the air.

So, here we are?
Listening to others pushing the electric car.
Eventually, you have to charge it.

****!
How long with that be?

Justaperson Mar 2018

Driverless Car

Justaperson Mar 2018

Driverless Car

Sometimes, it feels like I’m in a driverless car.
In the passenger seat with no control over what happens to me.
I ride in the car, watching life go by.
There were so many things I could’ve done differently.
Maybe if I had said this, or maybe if I had done that.
But I’m only a passenger in a driverless car.
I can’t stop it. I just watch life go on knowing there will be another mistake.
I watch as people who I remember loving and appreciating are left behind as the car drives on.
I want it to stop.
I want to drive myself.
I don’t want the car deciding where I should go, or who I drive past.
I want to do what I want, but I can’t.
I can’t let myself take the wheel.
‘It knows what’s best.’ I tell myself, and then I look out the window again.
Watching life go by.

You know that feeling when you have no control?

#control

Gaffer Sep 2016

The Black Book.

Gaffer Sep 2016

The Black Book.

He liked the idea of space.
The final frontier.
Smoking stars on Saturn's rings.
Yeah, that would do it.
The five o’clock rush was a *****.
The eight a.m. rush was a double *****.
*****, *****, *****.
People on phones.
Wanting to know how their shares were performing.
The wife trying on outfits.
That’s a performance.
Your shares, Titanic comes to mind.
Yes sir, your shares are performing just as i told you they would.
They’re somewhere in between my lies, and my imagination.
They say we’ll be driving driverless cars soon.
The five o’clock rush is now down to just a *****.
The eight a.m. *****, *****.
Two driverless cars were caught at a strange hotel.
The court ruling found in favour of the drivers, Mr X, and Mrs X.
Blaming software problems.
The judge put that into his little black book.
Yes sir, not only would i put my life savings into that company, i would remortgage my house.
Nice little island in the sun, no phones.
The crash was blamed on driverless cars.
No one at the helm.
The judge was having none of it.
Subpoenas were flying in all directions.
Mr and Mrs X had fled the country.
It was all in the little black book.

Walter W Hoelbling Apr 2016

wisecrack no. 2

Walter W Hoelbling Apr 2016

wisecrack no. 2

More urgently than driverless cars
we need more car-less drivers!

;-) my own

Forrest Jorgensen Dec 2015

The Silence of Humans

Forrest Jorgensen Dec 2015

The Silence of Humans

I passed a drifter sitting on the edge
Of the I-49 on-ramp
As he gave me a fleeting glance
With his thumb up-stretched.
Then I passed a driverless car
On the highway's shoulder,
Dented and sun-bleached,
Whose owner is probably sitting in a cell.

Every commuter and traveller:
We all pass these stranded souls
And remnants on our way to wherever,
Without a second thought.
The shredded tires and shattered bumpers;
Skid marks as a testament.
They might as well not exist.

Just last night I read about some woman
Seen on a security camera in New York --
Eating a burger, of all things --
Witnessing a car plow into three people on a sidewalk
Across the street from her.
She turned around, walked off.
Two people died in that moment.

It makes me think about those charity commercials
Of starving children that no one likes to watch,
And how the marketing team thought
Those desperate scenes might inspire
Someone to help.
But, even when tragedy is right next to someone,
They seem to go about their business:
Business as usual.

We have left ourselves alone,
And alone we decay.

By: Forrest Jorgensen ©

Check out "The Silence of Animals" by John Gray.

#life #sadness #dark #human

Zeeb Dec 2019

Battling Maxo Arrives Within a Decade

Zeeb Dec 2019

Battling Maxo Arrives Within a Decade

Ones and zeros hold the key
For the eventual displacement of you and me
Must we unbind our worth perceived
From the job and identity we’ve received?
Seems so I’d say, why just this year
A driverless truck crossed the country clear
We must keep meaning, a useful place
for to preserve the human race
Or will it be synthetic ******
While good ole’ Maxo does our chores

TERRY REEVES Feb 2016

IN TRANSIT

TERRY REEVES Feb 2016

IN TRANSIT

THERE WAS NO TIME TO WAIT TODAY,
YOU HAD TO CATCH THE NEXT LIFE OR STAY FOREVER,
THERE WAS A WINDOW WHICH WOULD OPEN FOR YOU,
TO GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO USE GOOD ENDEAVOUR,
AND WHEN YOU GOT THERE IT WOULD START AGAIN,
A NEVER ENDING CIRCLE, A DRIVERLESS TRAIN;
I WALK BACK THRO' CARRIAGES TO FIND THE DRIVER
BUT THERE IS NONE - ONLY GOD IS IN CONTROL,
ONLY GOD WILL TELL YOU WHEN ITS TIME TO GET OFF,
YOUR STOP, YOUR DESTINY IS NEVER ENOUGH
TO SLOW THE TIME, WHETHER YOURS OR MINE;
THE ASTEROID IS COMING, YOU HAD SO MANY YEARS,
TOO LATE FOR TRAINS, TOO LATE FOR TEARS,
I'LL CATCH THE NEXT LIFE TO ALLAY MY FEARS.

#terry #reeves

walterrean salley Feb 2018

AI... Beyond Belief

walterrean salley Feb 2018

AI... Beyond Belief

Artificial Intelligence,
Where is it leading to?
When you think you’ve heard it all,
Men seek much more to do.

Service drones and driverless cars
Micro Chips. And robots.
Will there be jobs for human kind?
Perhaps not as it ought.

Who would trust a driverless car?
I don’t think that I could.
But then if it were all I had,
I’m pretty sure I would.

Oh, the changing face of time
Is like an aging one.
The aged, with landmarks, will be gone,
When all is said and done.

And very soon the times will be
Left to the young and strong.
The aged won't discern the years,
Cause their time will be gone.

________________________________
Note: Artificial Intelligence (AI), the scope is far beyond my ability to share. Wow, the changing face of time.
© 2018 Walterrean Salley

matthew scott harris Nov 2017

BOYHOOD BUREAU -

matthew scott harris Nov 2017

BOYHOOD BUREAU -

written a long time ago.

Aghast
Sans shutting the dresser fast
Lest drawing to cloths to the past.

Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck
That metaphors me whence getting stuck
During adolescence – which lasted decades
each 'n to barreling driverless

   heading toward
   a garbage disposal dump peed truck
   when me entire being felt utter yuck

Holograms of former life inhabit
childhood each dresser drawer
Which furniture about five feet from top to floor
Encapsulates invisible fractals
   of me and contrived lore

Iron nick lee, the latter increases
   as sands of time increase more
Find mine gaze drawn to hash marks
   (from Matthews’) fingers did score

Within the veneer epitomizing strife that tore
And rent psyche asunder
   exemplifying unseen civil war

That raged within façade of placidity
Hosting mailer daemons in this yahoo –
   nobody could see
Re:

Clawing to cleave copper handles of me
Synonymous with malevolent genie
Hell bent of wreaking havoc

   and thus clamored to break free
From shuttered jumbled wardrobe
   stale garments some mold e
bereft of taking a tumble

   in washer and dryer to air
Perspiration from boyhood pores,
   with a skinny body when bare
As would be immediately clear
By many I did fear

Whose gaze akin to a scorching glare
Exhuming a suffer 'n soul silent leer,
   especially when viewer near
Gaze glued at tchotchkes

   like skeletal frame, with palm sized rear
Analogous to that boudoir – over there
Where housed baggy garments,

   yes even under wear
Ill fitting hardly worn hand me downs
   a haunting clasp from yesteryear!

#nostalgic #pangs #reverberate

Joseph S Pete Apr 2017

Big Rig

Joseph S Pete Apr 2017

Big Rig

Prototype robotic semi-trailer truck gets rolled out.
It’s tricked out with speed control, radar, lidar,
Autonomous braking, collision avoidance,
Sensors, cameras, GPS.

All manner of state-of-the-art tech replaces the driver,
The imperfect driver
Who needs to sleep, who stops to eat,
Who speeds, snorts amphetamines, smashes into hapless sedans.
The automated truck has no such weakness, ten-four good buddy.

"The driverless future," a suit boasts in boardroom.
Another job fades, like waning daylight
On that endless ribbon of highway.
Shortly, pitch darkness will descend
And envelop the countryside.

— The End —