#drones
Her laugh like tiny drops of gold,
Her countenance like none I’ve seen;
A glance at me—my heart-beats hold
Inside a place I’ve never been.
I think that I should maybe die,
Her hand tracing new memory,
Nostalgia falling from the sky,
Each fading touch a remedy.
Her body, soul, and spirit, three,
From part-to-part I do adore;
Her smile of guile, my bumble bee,
One step ahead forever more.
Stand still, as I am left behind,
So out-of-step and out-of-sight;
Faint trace of honey on my mind,
And one more dream of one more night.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:27 AM UTC
I'm scared
they say there are drones
above our head
they say they came
from the darkest place of death
I know how I should feel
when all of this is real
scared
what if
it really is this time
what if
in a month or two
no one survives
what if war breaks out
where death stands proud
where guns shout loud
I'm scared
war
where everyone search for a rope
when peace turns into hope
what if I dont get a grave
a stranger in a maze
what if I
won't be brave
I'm
s
c
a
r
e
d
but
people help the people
right?
just as the song
hold on
look me in the eyes
I'm scared
everything
will
be
okay
I hope
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
I am going to scream
Until you can hear my voice
Coming out of the slick screen.
Stop the odious violence!
There is too much violence and injustice,
In our lives and in our streets.
The authorities and the Police,
These days, are not there for Justice,
For all citizens in our counties and cities.
I am going to scream
That there is too much mayhem on the screen,
Too much unbearable pain for the spleen,
And too much chaos and violence in our dreams.
Stop the killings,
Stop the bombings,
Stop the evil drones,
Stop destroying the zones.
I can hear the cries of the young babies,
I can feel the pain of the innocent children,
I can see the tears of the poor women,
I can understand the weakness of strong men,
I can fully comprehend the fear of the elderlies.
Yes, I sympathize with them and their tragedies.
Yes, I can feel their emotions and maladies.
I can hear the screams
Coming from the streets.
I can hear the cries of our sisters,
I can see the blood of our brothers
All over the streets.
I can smell, feel the pain,
This is insane.
Look at the video tape,
There is a white cloth, a drape,
On a dying body.
This is sad, awful and crazy.
I can hear our people saying:
Hands up, don't shoot!
I can see other victims lying
In the streets, crying
And yelling: Do not shoot!
Nowadays, violence is everywhere.
We are soaked in a ****** terror.
This is hell on earth. It is hard to figure
Out this nonsense. There is too much violence,
And that makes no sense.
The cries of hell can pierce the eardrums.
The Police now have military stuff, bombs
Sub-machine guns, drones, tents
And they can drop atomic crumbs.
There is too much bloodshed in the neighborhood.
Stop the killings, hand out books and food,
To the people, instead of tear gas, and injustice.
Our people's lives matter.
We all had a father and a mother.
We all want to live happily in one piece,
In Peace.
Copyright© July, 2015, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
The drones have made themselves known.
Who knows where they come from
who knows where they go?
This could be the end for all we know.
White blinking lights swarm the skys,
sporadic patterns, deep state lies.
It seems that we are accelerating into crazy.
But our leaders assures there is no threat.
(How would they know?)
P.s Where can I purchase one of these crafts?
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 8:52 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Are We Looking Through Sauron’s Eye?
Through our glowing palantiri we watch
Dark images, shadowy and flickering
Ghostly men gathered around machines –
Are we looking through Sauron’s eye?
A silent flash, and structure disappears
Enveloped in blackness and liquid flame
Arcing bits of metal and bits of men -
Are we looking through Sauron’s eye?
Are we looking through Sauron’s eye?
And is that eye now turned on us?
A poem is itself.
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
Are We Looking Through Sauron’s Eye?
Through our glowing palantiri we watch
Dark images, shadowy and flickering
Ghostly men gathered around machines –
Are we looking through Sauron’s eye?
A silent flash, and structure disappears
Enveloped in blackness and liquid flame
Arcing bits of metal and bits of men -
Are we looking through Sauron’s eye?
Are we looking through Sauron’s eye?
And is that eye now turned on us?
Feb 28, 2022
Feb 28, 2022 at 8:16 AM UTC
Under the Christmas tree
Are toys for you and me:
First we have our personal phones;
Now, we can each have our own drones…
They fly high – they fly low –
Hovering to and fro.
Like eerie will-o’-the-wisp they fly…
Appearing like dust specks in the sky…
They fly high…they fly low…
We can’t see where they go…
Suddenly here! Silently there!
Like ghosts, they show up everywhere!
Like aliens, out of a nightmare –
Disappearing, ev’n as we stare…
Under the Christmas tree
Are drones for you and me…
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
weaponized microspace;
insects dying off from
mysterious diseases;
whole species of birds
disappear mysteriously;
insects replaced by
nanodrones & genetically
altered clones; & drones
AI self-propelled
cameras & bombs:
Nicolás Maduro knows
first hand & will surely
testify to all of this
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
when the heads of nations forget dignified tones
we are well on our way to that „clean“ war with drones
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
same sketch
cloned day
sundown station
schema
office workers
signed off
shuffle
numb
curbed chaos
train clatter
shifting gears
clashing sound
noise assaults
savaged senses
lulls into
stupor's rhythm
cardboard sentinels
stare blind
frames fixed on
blanched orbits
disjointed huddle
inciting life's
vapid
echo
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Illusions of skydiving in a kimono
are not nightmares that awaken her
in a sweat each night
Fantasies of floating like a drone
creep into morning daydreams
Unprepared for make-believe
no kimono hangs in her closet
Each day she stands in front
of her full-length mirror
stares at perceived imperfections
as they thicken before her eyes
Friends don’t notice
each misplaced mole
or cellulite pleading
to hide from any
audience
Co-workers notice her
post-it-note headline
“Intelligent Perfect Women
Skydives in Kimono”
affixed to the cubicle wall
Today results of
her search for kimonos
of various colors
is carefully placed in
a folder entitled skydiving
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
Every five minutes they come
whirring like copters for war
slashing through immaculate peace
you crave to blanket your day with
Those speeding three-wheeled
gadflies
are kings of small streets and
act like you must pay them to
Extricate you from a cluster of
doomed and dusty eggs and bacon
deliver all that racket
in your head
every time you think
about buzzing
drones
on your meatloaf
in your heart
in your dreams
on your hopes
on your thoughts
about how marriage
should be
a man and a woman
now one soul in
two bodies
living together
committed
fighting for stable
“everydays”
The roses look damp
bouquets of mums
on the kitchen table
you pouring hot coffee;
the mug you took two
hours to pick out
is punctiliously stained.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
Most accidents
happen near the hive,
near the home.
That's why I chose
to be a drone,
and go it alone.
Buzzing, stinging, pollinating,
all for the good graces
of my queen's throne.
The workers
sitting at home,
wishing they were me.
Out collecting pollen
like a bigger,
better bee.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
Blackbird
shadow death
witness
the spiraling
madness
glide
silent over
once vital beehive
shorn gray
paper thin
sip
raw honey
hardening
in the merciless
heat
nourish
the suffering
concentration-camp thin
jutting bone
slack skin
reflect
the boundless light
of a shield
wrought from
love
honor
these golden
futile gestures
they are not
infinitesimal grains
Blackbird
with beaded sight
testify
*do not avert
your eyes*
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
This is America. Our spirits don't speak English. This is the land of the natives we extinguish. This is the nation we take what we want. its the material possessions and money we flaunt.Sending Drones to your country killing your kids, but in America were the drones stupid.watch whats on the TV and buy what they sell,conform to our ways or go to hell.
this is the way that they arranged it.IT DON'T take quantum physics to explain it. give it 5 years and they'll be tapping our dreams with product placement.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
I spot a drone today;
No bombs,
But with plenty o’ potential –
A will to malice,
To malcontent, to ******
I seek it south
And at its zenith,
Above dissent,
And the bastion that’d never know
Better, from worse.
So too, I spy it over the sands
And over cave,
Over Manhattan, over perdition,
And over “god,” over greed,
Over "great," and *********
Guaranteed;
A glistening, wrought silver teething,
“Dead,” come one wrong,
Word, or whatnot,
Anything antagonist “corporate,”
Our contradictory content,
Blessed, this,
“Complacency,” – indiscriminate.
Unbeknownst and melancholy-ridden,
The bombs have dropped,
And for some time now,
A sooner to be eternity
Whilst we’ve managed nothing but
The simplest of slumber;
We’re lucid but one second
And sheep more so the years.
The flock afar-critical,
As abstained become the hours,
The minutes, until, “then,”
Atop, “when,”
Whilst we learn again to breathe,
Maybe even dream,
And relieve the nooses continually
Knotted by others –
It’s an imaginary rebellion. Sure.
And I’m sure you’d agree;
Yet still, I soak a nightmare’s sweat
Whilst we gladly assume our
Peasant’s role
And as long as we do,
“They’ll,” gladly assume their
Thrones.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
so sick of the media hype
got drones whatching over
watching what you type,
heard a runner for the big job say,
if you were thinking about joining,
the dark side,
he'd **** you with a drone ray,
no trial, no qualms,
no lawyer, no Psalms,
they'll **** you
if it looks like you "might"
get blood on your palms,
who reads minds to see?
when did we lose democracy?
Since when did the land of the free,
become the land of the huddling masses,
and afraid,
I'm not drinking the cool-aid.
Media tells you what they want you to know,
keeps you scared at night,
so you'll go where they want you to go,
so you buy what they want you to buy,
fills our young minds with propaganda and mis-info,
Wake up America,
you still have rights,
wake up America,
it's not about blacks or whites,
wake up America,
land of brotherhood,
don't trade your rights,
for fabled comfort,
from dark knights,
stand up as brother and sister,
stand up as Mrs. and Mr.
and together make your voice be heard,
before it's too late,
before its too late,
Is that a drone or is that bird?
shhh don't speak so loud,
you might be heard.
(c) dm 2015
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
Change
On the horizon
Pockets are empty
Black meets blue
In hues of the pain of yesterday
Change
In hand
The vending machine's empty
Six miles out of reach, out of juice,
And out of gas
Change
The television channel
Vapid Anchors are empty
Teleprompter madness
In full make up and air conditioning
Change
Her mind
Her heart is empty
Abused by the fallacy in the word love
On the lips of liars
Change
Of venue
His smile is empty
He feels the souls too deeply
There is no one here to notice the smile isn't real
Change
A life
The Child's eyes are empty
The streets are kinder
Than the junkies who sold him for a fix
Change
The world
The people are empty
Media drones brainwashed
Into apathetic zombies
That is how to stop
Change
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
oppression reigns
from above
unseen hellfire
a fallacy
can't be seen
so it is not there?
oppression exudes
from the ground
translucent, sticky
rise up and fight!
but always stuck
sinking down while
the tar fills open mouths
oppression is ingrained
in hearts blinded
by the masses
******* the lifeblood
from freely flowing veins
oppression is a paradox
making everything
too simple, too complex
too small, too big
too easy, too hard
closing in on both sides
follow the light
at the end of expression
lest you be crushed
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Grey-Green-Red-Brown Dawn
stains right through a.m. sky
so the atmosphere
looks weird today.
The forecast calls for heat again;
that silent, seething drum that beats
the blood-drenched dollar sky--
beats out a March of Ages--
beats us copper lumps to shape.
The shelf we Occupy on this drifting
westward continent, constructed from
the flesh that fell from our fathers' hands,
from the bones of distant lands
becomes a dusty storage closet
for the corpses of our days
Our days--aha.
That's supply and demand, kid.
What's a life but flesh-time?
And what's time if not money?
Nothing!
Nothing is anything
but money.
You. Are money.
Like time.
Sleep well tonight. And set your clock.
You gotta work to buy their robots
that **** Mid-Eastern skies
(and Midwestern ones alike)
Sink real slow beneath the surface
of that rising ocean of noise--
growing louder--hot air melting ice caps.
Watch that boiling, acid ocean
roll in on the tide and sink
beneath the waves of noise--
of monotone voices--
sawdust seasoning on cardboard--
crying, "These colors don't run!"
and, "Stand your ground!"
and for fun, when bored, answer the
Call of Duty.
It's that silent, seething drum
beating 'gainst THE TERRORISTS
while we deny the summer heat
as we sweat in SUPERBOWL SUNDAY dreams,
Like it beat against the COMMUNISTS
through all our TOP GUN weekends,
Like it drums up portraits of
vampire fanged IMMIGRANTS
and ILLEGALS
while we guzzle our BEER
and sweat beneath those acne-scarred skies
on the FOURTH OF JULY.
Sleep well tonight
And set your clock.
Don't wanna be late for work,
to buy their robots that **** Mid-Eastern skies
(and Midwestern ones alike).
What's that hum outside your window tonight,
whirring, buzzing
droning
beneath the blood-drenched dollar sky?
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC