#drone
what if I don't want to be a
office drone,
a 9-5,
working mom,
what if I don't want three kids,
and a husband,
and a house with a
down payment
What if I don't want to drive a
minivan
and have movie night.
What if I don't want to cut pieces of myself off,
to fit into this mold?
what if I want to be free,
and travel the country with my wife,
and cat,
and live in a van,
wake up with the sun, and bathe in the river?
what if?
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
Green month of May
White blossoms on apple trees
Warm evening air
A drone above the garden
Silently, I listen
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
The sound of a drone above.
The night sky, cold and still.
Echoes of war.
A small bouquet of snowdrops,
warmed by my breath.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
sirens bawl
clear skies mean no school
(prospect of drone-strike)
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 10:40 PM UTC
we kip through all the ****** on the news
i left the device on a radio channal
awoke to it burning up static and turned it off
silence as falcon overviews us
ultraviolet sight
looking for neon spots and trails of *****
markings that may betray the entrance of our dwelling
i put the kettle on
our voices are clayed
by our
confessing inner multitude
but they're recorded all the same
i pour a cup of tea
our pattern of submission
is signal tweaked
maintainance by murmers
****** thorough
through our glacial surrender
i take a sip
silence as
aided by the clear weather
a drone nips out its choice targets
we were not selected
neither us or any neighbour
but far away ;
a story heard on the device
Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 6:24 PM UTC
A captured thought thrashes inside my chest,
As the droning teacher drills out his behest.
His lecture lulls us with impervious haze,
As the wandering pupils observe in a daze.
My captive prisoner rages to reach outside,
But I fail to arise, I'm shut up, tongue-tied.
The captain now slowly sails the ship away
Completely unaware of the treasure left astray.
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC
our species is long ploughed over
whittling wind and byproduct mass
war wounds on the landscape proved fertile
other parts
we made long term barren
high above our remains
a creature that calls the homing pigeon its ancestor
and an ancient self maintained drone
continue a long standing feud
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 9:11 PM UTC
sky is the limit
first historic flight on Mars
~ ingenuity
Mark Toney © 2021
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
High above this
destiny
I can see your private
mystery
Mechanical wasp controls
the hive
Its sensors are buzzing and about
to go live
Over the shoulder, around
the bend
The naked you is about
to trend
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
I had a lovely little drone
and every chance I had,
I'd fly so high, up to the sky
in weather good or bad.
I'd push the limits further,
and every time I flew,
my boldness knew no limits.
My confidence - It grew!
I'd fly until "connection lost"
and RTH* kicked-in;
a feature oh so good at hiding
multitudes of sin!
And so, more reckless did I grow
more daring I became.
I mocked the regulations
and derided them as "lame"!
And then, one chilly, blustery day,
I set forth to the beach.
I flew my drone out to an island,
almost out of reach.
The wind, it changed direction
and turned into a gale.
My lovely drone fought valiantly,
but nature did prevail.
A watery grave engulfed my drone
in cold and wicked sea.
I lost my lovely little drone
and little drone lost me.
So now I cry and save my cash
and count the days 'til when
I'll buy a lovely brand new drone
and do it all again!!!
* An automated "Return To Home" feature.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
#
**Where will you be
twenty twenty
I've got news for
you aplenty**
Leave me alone let
me pilot my drone
let me fire my missiles
in a no fly zone
I don't need your permission
to release ammunition
You might as well leave if
you're looking for contrition
Rifle Rifle—wait for it wait for it
Trifle Trifle—everything's legit
Eyeful Eyeful—never can forget
Look out! I strike without warning
Splash! Try again tomorrow morning
**Liar Liar
tongues on fire
can't put out the
forest fire**
Leave me alone let
me pilot my drone
let me drop my ordnance
in a no fly zone
I don't need your permission
to release ammunition
Get in my crosshairs
You'll be headed to perdition
Rifle Rifle—wait for it wait for it
Trifle Trifle—everything's legit
Eyeful Eyeful—never can forget
Look out! I strike without warning
Splash! Try again tomorrow morning
Leave me alone let
me pilot my drone
let me fire my missiles
in a no fly zone
Here's the facts hard cold
if I may be so bold
if you really want to win
you'll have to wait till I get old
**One step forwards
two steps backwards
Once released you
can't take back words**
© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
#
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:22 AM UTC
All work, no play and neon screens
menial tasks even coat my dreams.
Overboard in bored and a silent phone,
oh no, I think I’ve evolved to drone.
Punch in, punch out, this is the wrong route.
Punch in, punch out, a life of drought.
This technological terror
has caused life to flash in error.
For lady dollar; I can’t bear her,
as the riches are even rarer.
I’ve become a machine, to crush numbers
with no log off for needed slumbers.
Now my brain’s racing, a million miles per hour,
oh no, I think I’ve gained A.I’s power.
Punch in, punch out, this is the wrong route.
Punch in, punch out, now what life is about.
This technological terror
has caused life to flash in error.
No sudden movements; don’t want to scare her,
she’s updating with no carer.
Learning binary,
a breathing library,
processing slowly
but still a finery.
I forgot what my hands were for
they used to write all that I adore.
Now fingertips type, each key a shot,
oh no, I think I’ve grown into a robot.
Punch in, punch out, this is the wrong route.
Punch in, punch out, no one hears me shout.
This technological terror
has caused life to flash in error.
Pure absorption; a simple stare,
life’s equation could be fairer.
Learning binary,
a breathing library,
walking geometry
complete machinery.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
there is a car that drives by here
when it passes things happen
all types of things
good, bad, indifferent
they don't know who drives it
it could be a drone car
or driven by satan himself
or even jesus or an alien
this car is the global car
appearing everywhere
even on your street
beware when you see it
something may happen
good, bad or indifferent
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:00 PM UTC
Drying like a dying leaf
Thirsty angry full of grief
Ain't no water in this town
And if there were I'd spit it out
Deny myself
No, quenching thirst
It ain't for me
I don't deserve
Not today
Not anyway
Today I'm dry
Wrinkled weathered withered spirit
All alone yet too much noise
I hear my name
Another day
At the office
With the drones
But who am I if I'm not them
If them is drones I'm the ******* motherboard
Of corporate copy selling ****
To ***** across the world
It pays the bills
Such a sellout
So I won't quench my thirst
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
Such dissatisfaction
For so little reason.
Much complaining & whining,
Crying & begging;
Pulling hair, tight fists
And gnashing teeth.
Consumer Zombies stagger
Into the Stop & Shop,
Shop & Go,
Buy More For Less-
Sale, Sale, Sale!
Salivating glands & bug eyes;
Our hands grab more than
Can possibly be seen.
Our skin stretches tight
As white elephants stampede.
Why can’t we all
Just Stop & think?
Take a drink of the cool morning
Air and buy in the sunrise?
© Lesley Wood
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC
My drone just struck the roof
I'm not the aviator, I should be
it deserves a better pilot and guide
one who will teach it, gliding high and free
taking pictures, some erstwhile celebrity
bouncing around Hollywood, on a photo ride
not hitting cars, and trees
Sailing with the wind, above Eastwood's abode
seeking to capture his joy and pride
dying in his backyard, from a shotgun load
issued, from inside
Suing for retrieval
of the pictures, it had spied
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Dr Shivago
Sitting
In the Parking Lot
Black Tie Fabulous
Ministry
Blow Job
Very Profitable
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
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001111011000011
ai has taken over
i am a one... a zero
i am nobody's savior
i am nobody's hero
i am a hard worker
i'm for the common good
free thought is forbidden
that is understood
inspiration nil
my identity is sold
i walk and talk and carry out
whatever i am told
i'm now only a plastic chip
to fit into the mold
i work for the single eye
that controls the gold
and i will continue
'til i'm worn out and old
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
On brown earth and fields of clovers,
a glade has grown to be.
Its cool breeze and green leaves
offer peace and solace to me.
Spears of sun pierce through the shade
and paint the thirsty wood.
Its tendriled veins writhe and stretch,
beneath a canopied hood.
Atop the ferns a parascope rises
swaying back and forth.
It moves to the left, it moves to the right,
and then I hear a snort.
My dog eared friend brings to me,
a long and pointed gift.
But such a prize is recognized
to leave just as quick.
The air is filled with warbeled songs
from treetops far and near.
But an incessant buzz cuts like unkindness
and comes to fill my ear.
I see it plain above my zenith,
a machine of flying plastic.
Its rotors spin in four successions,
it floats and moves - stochastic.
This hovering sentinel watches all
with a tiny gazing eye.
But who's to gain, learn, intrigue,
by spying from the other side?
From up so far a world so small:
he sees himself a king.
Out of dangers, out of touch,
to him no harm can bring.
And though he thinks that he remains
concealed, secure, untracked.
He does not know, below the grove,
I am staring back.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
Supposedly, I gave you a horrid tone,
Expressing of one who's "grown."
Maybe if you treated me unlike a drone,
I wouldn't feel so alone.
I feel like I can't even be at home,
Why would you want that for me..
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Its been 5 years since we saw a drone crash land here on Earth. It then seem to come to life and examine our Plant to see if it was suitable to live on.. Today we are receiving the same type of signal from an object on course to the same exact spot the Star drone crash landed.. We wait!
This drone seems smaller in size than the one that crash landed here 5 years ago.. The entire world watched and listened.. It then sent out a radio signal in all languages.. It said this!
:::::People of the Planet Earth which is known as ( Soren 12 ) to us.. I would like to thank you for the use of your planet in composing a above average score for my intergalactic project.. I received a score of 495 out of 500! I got points taken off because of a small program mistake where my drone picked up an enormous amount of your ocean water and dumped it in the return dock.. Your planet is very beautiful! Even more beautiful than ours.. I am in the works of becoming a Star driver.. In order to do so I must be able to find life among the stars in case I ever have to transfer myself or others in the worst case scenarios.. I may visit one day.. Thank you!!!
Lase Llr Laasa: Intergalactic school of arts
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
There is a faint signal coming from orbit... Lets check it out..
There it is! What is it! Look wow! Its on a crash course!
It will crash land in the Northern Pacific Ocean.. Lets go!
There it is!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Splash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lets pull it up! Careful.. Look at this thing..
Is there any way to open it? It seems dead.. Strange nothing we have will penetrate the surface.. There is no way of opening it.
Oh my god everyone come here.. Look all the light just came on!
Its leaving quick follow it!
We have been following it for days.. It has been collecting samples of dirt, water, and at times it seems to be breathing the very air itself.. Wait look something is happening.. Its taking flight! We need to stay with it..
This will be a international effort.. We all have to work together to see what this thing is doing.. So far it has visited almost all the continents on The planet.. Today it goes back to where it crashed.. In the northern Pacific.. As it arrives it lands in the Ocean.. It then gathers a large amount of water and booms back into orbit..
It later leaves orbit.. This was a Drone.. A drone that seeks a livable Planet.. A drone heading back to a dying civilization somewhere out there.. A drone that will bring something back.. All we can do is wait..
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
When the white bird flies,
the sky catches on fire.
Then the fire bleeds to the village
and the village burns.
Do not be mistaken,
this is how you catch the bad guys.
We must catch the bad guys.
Don’t you know?
When the white bird flies,
she purifies in flame.
Replaces evil with ash
and ash cannot stop the oil flow.
But wait, there was a mistake.
backspace, backspace.
Control alt delete.
It is too late, the sky already burns.
And when the sky burns,
so does the village.
These were children,
Where were the bad guys?
When the white bird fails
It flies a thousand homes to its mother.
“We will try again, tomorrow,” she says
and then she turns the screen black.
Still the village burns
and children become orphans,
but the oils keeps flowing,
it always keeps flowing.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC