"droid" poems
An ode seems appropriate
To the classical style
Of the columns and the domes
Above the green court.
Many things have adorned that dome:
Squad car, fire truck, droid, and phone
But today, viewed in a mind's eye—sunlight.
But as were that phone booth still apparent
From afar it now calls, and now I shall answer.
Over the river, and through the urban jungle,
Through the sky, 400 miles, as the airliner flies
But worth every inch, rod, meter or smoot.
It beckons to the mind and to the heart;
It beckons to the soul of a scholar.
Were I less knowing I might think not
That light fell from above onto that dome.
But rather, that the hemisphere
Gave forth the blazing light
ebullience of photons, amidst
Torrents of knowledge.
Its hallowed halls, numbered precisely,
Soon no longer a forbidden temple shall be
Instead, I shall tread there, such as I am
Learn from efforts I effect and others I see
O Halls, I shall greet thee, O Tunnels in winter
Traverse and find warmth to keep body to task
For knowledge, always, comes with a high price
In joules, dollars, cents, days and hours of rest
Long nights turn to dawns, nose to the grindstone
Maybe just one more tool; okay, maybe another.
But brother meets brother, and sister meets sister
On both sides of the river, and the work gets done.
Whether Greek or not, there is community here
A problem, or a set of them, is always seen through.
As the sun now rises, a new day sets in. In a few
hours of my life I will rise to these challenges.
With a chirping, I shall cross the paths that I come to,
Enter the halls .. and my journey shall begin.
~ D. B. Guy
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
get me a plastic girl,
and i'll sing to her my plastic words
i'll giver her the plastic world
and we'll live in a plastic house
with a plastic cat and a plastic mouse
a plastic heart for a plastic mouth
plastic inside, and plastic out
an elastic skin for a fancy crowd
a plastic window and a plastic couch
where i'll sit alone with my plastic doubts
watching the plastic rain cold and loud
drinking away the plastic south
filling myself with that plastic asteroid
i hear a plastic voice and black plastic joy
i have a plastic sorrow and my plastic toys
there's no tomorrow just this plastic void
can you see the smile and my plastic poise
painted classic pink on my plastic floyd
plastic me in this plastic noise,
a plastic droid.
©writeweird
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Stay well, table, inviting me
to sit by your side, sipping tea,
stay warm, books, wrapped warm
in your covers, steeped in Spirit,
stay well, koel, sing the same way
every stuttering morning that
comes lisping in the winds
and the tongues of the swallows
stay well, gulmohar, ever
alive in a glow of blooms
warming bare the summer heart
stay well, pens, ever meditating
this way, conjuring up
all the stories I tell in verse
stay well, my droid phone,
go on, recharge yourself in your
morning asana tied to the mains
stay well, web, where I plug in
and broadcast my thoughts
and receive blessings and grace
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
I was raised on Pixar,
Toy Story, I saw that in theaters
Toy Story 2, I saw that during Thanksgiving break.. In theaters
Toy Story 3, guess where I saw that, the theater, and I cried
If you were born in the early 90's and didn't cry at the end of Toy Story 3, you are a robot
If you didn't tear up when Sulley had to say goodbye to Boo, then you are a droid clown
If thou defy's to muscle a drop of moister when Nemo reunites with his father, art thou really human?
If a tidal wave of sympathetic sorrow doesn't crash into your heart during the first ten minutes of Up, then you're going down, in history as one sorry sad sack
And as for Cars.. well I didn't really like Cars that much..
Pixar gave me a Woody
A monster that scares
A fish that talks
And an old grumpy man with gray hairs
Oh and the cars..
But it also gave me, us,
The gift of compassion
Which I ardently appreciate
Thanks for all the wicked good times Pixar
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
Draft g
They are hurting now they're numb
Pins and needles take another one
A pain sensation sweeps a nation
On this 666 android station
Out to **** their anti-droid
Nerves explode the unemployed
Seeing on a frequency benign
Waiting for a signal or a sign?
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 3:28 PM UTC
What broke me?
Why did it feel so ********* righteous?
I swear, as long as my *** is round,
I'm probably in a better place,
some sort of better state of mind.
My 85-year-old neighbor once
told me, if she didn't laugh,
she'd cry about her deceased husband.
So, I often wonder, with all this laughing
I do, does it cover me well?
Does it warm my broken heart?
I stuck a pencil in my ear once,
because I had a little itch.
Mind you, I was 7.
But I kept this secret from
everyone, I didn't want to be screamed
at. Two weeks later, my friend ratted on me
and I ended up in the doctor's office,
screaming my head off.
This was the day I almost went deaf.
I wear glasses for my nearsighted vision,
and it's nice to choose when I feel like seeing.
It's hard for me to believe if I'm looking at whatever
it is that everyone is usually looking at.
And no one will ever be too sure, if we all see or hear
the same thing. But, I'll tell you what, seeing is
believing. And if I could begin to explain,
some of the things I thought I'd seen,
maybe it would begin to make sense-
Why I laugh all the time.
A droid statue, mechanical failure,
a deepened depression no one ever saw
forever ago. color-blinded green eye,
a real big joke, a decent lie.
I race myself through my blue-blooded veins,
the alter-ego, dead-deafened twin that lives within.
She lives, and she loves for no reason,
but simply just because.
Because if it wasn't love, it'd be a hate
pool that I'd drown in.
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
12.12.12: The Concert for Sandy Relief (Live from MSG)
Go to You Tube and find the link that works with your device, Ipad, Droid may need different link!! This ones working on my PC!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5cxpRRmCg8
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
My calling patterns are rather dull.
I’m a sixty year old man.
I get phone calls infrequently
almost never from Sudan.
Then one day I received a call
From some fellow called Abdul.
I thought it was a prank at first,
from students at my school.
He talked of pressure cookers
and praised his foreign god.
I said “it’s a wrong number, Bub.”
And I thought “that was odd!”
That didn’t stop him calling here
Oh, once or twice a week.
I explained I’m not the party
To whom he wished to speak.
(It seems my number was one digit
off from a certain Chechen geek).
After Tax day it got interesting-
all this clicking on my phone.
One time my placed was ransacked
while I was not at home.
Eric Holder, if you’re listening,
I am not the Droid you seek.
It seems the fourth amendment
Must be null and void this week...
I might be your perfect villain:
White, Catholic, and a man.
I know if I made videos
I’d be rotting in the “can”
I knew nothing about the plot,
I’m innocent, you see.
My knowledge, like the President’s
comes strictly from T.V.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
I was wandering as we do,
looking for my life,
leaving what I once had,
long since paid the price.
I was hoping for an answer
to a question I don't dare ask,
I was searching til I found it,
and there I'd end my task.
I came upon a house,
middle of no-where, circus out back,
no-where too important
just a shelter on my track.
My cell phone bars were empty
but local wifi's open wide,
I made my host hungry
for technology by my side.
Sleep came slowly, lately,
within abandoned tiger-pit
beside my convenient compatriots,
safety in numbers not always a fit.
He drove his car right over me
and pinned me to the ground,
took my magic cell phone
to be the fanciest one around.
What he didn't know: I'm a dreamer,
and I always get my due.
I woke, rewound, and slept again,
and had another chance to choose.
I couldn't run, couldn't fight,
so magic was my key,
I drew a bubble around myself,
my droid close beside me.
He drove his car right over me,
my bubble lifted it from the ground,
I, neither injured nor trapped,
he, not winning what he found.
Morning came and rested
I stood and yawned and stretched.
Restful sleep is hard to have,
when journeying far and westward,
but I did and all my things
still journey by my side.
Life is more than just a dream
when you wander far and wide.
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC
For so long I've been in chains
Unable to break free
Drowning in the rain
Of the sorrow and the pain
Wishing to be set loose
But tied to these reigns
Fitted for the noose
When they think this is a game
Life plays a role
In all of our hearts
To weak to let go
I'm fading in the dark
Losing sight of this
I'm falling in a hole
Can't see infront of me
To afraid to go back home
Can't look back, and I won't turn around
Gotta keep going, gotta stand my ground
Don't let them see the tears you shed
Looking away just turn your head
To afraid to face the dark
But it's everywhere you can't avoid
The emotions you feel turn to marks
Everyone seems like a mindless droid
Feeling alone unable to stand
Put your fist up so you can defend
Giving your all just for tonight
Making one more chance to
Fight for your life
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
If I was a droid,
life wouldn't feel the same.
I'd see the world through holograms,
kiss cold-lips, feel just a bit of heat in my LED.
My joints would be motorized-gears, not sinew.
But would I even have the emotion to want to kiss,
any desire to engage in such physical contact?
There would be no need for any of that.
Everything would be just useless-information.
There would be no warmth from the sun
on my Teflon skin, no sex-organ to act
on my lack of inhibitions,
smell would mean nothing.
So I guess,
if I were a droid,
I'd be bored to death &
not living, just existing
in a body containing
diodes & transistors,
hard drives & resistors.
I'd be integrated, solid-state,
driving a data-bus to nowhere,
doomed to misery,
a pathetic, an unfeeling state,
without a real date.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
He was a droid sans of any emotions
Who was sent to earth to spread joy & brotherhood notions
He lacked feelings and heart
Still cared for his pet dog and cat
When somebody asked who was he, why he is here
He would say, ‘I am someone, sent here to take away people’s tears
Life, love and other things
Which are the prerequisites for any human being
The absence of which never put an end to the droid’s process of learning.
He studied, he trained,
He taught himself the tenets of being a human
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
As I wonder, I conjure a monster with this wand and my honor.
I ponder how you can squander my genre, I'm lava.
Anacondas to lamas, venomous, I'm black mambas.
Garfield comma lasagna, that's pasta.
Comets comment on the trauma after I bombed ya.
***** iguana after the ***** in the Bahamas.
In the cabana like Osama, hide and seek, trying to avoid the drama.
but my Pride hunts and peaks when I speak,
A void, this is the 3Y3 of the BLitZ3D SAGA.
Blunts of kief while I reap, hydroponic droid.
Quick like Raffekie but I lead like Mufassa.
I'm Scar to hyenas, and yes I am Luke's Father.
Hiatus, I'm too high, I am a Sky Walker.
Hydra made, I claim Dark Mage
Use 3's when I write, and spell magic with a K.
Your gana need to come harder.
This is Tree times 3 vs Special K.
Said **** it and versed myself 3 ways that one day.
It was MagiKal, see the intentional K?
Savage truth, My pills red.
Down the rabbit hole, I'm here to stay.
Reach out an ravage your ankle.
Pull you in, M.I.B. I'm Agent-K.
Mage In Black, Dark Arts,
Matrix word play, not an absurd grey.
Prometheus, I am Predator,
A.I., I-Robot, I Am Legend,
Will Smith, Independence Day.
Annunaki I am a descendant.
The First Demi they selected,
Earths representative that slays.
An entity,
When they spoke of god, what they meant was me.
The incarnation of uncertainty.
Hell bent on carnage, feeds on false beliefs.
"The Scripture", "Birthed from the streets."
A reputation you cant tarnish.
I don't expect relief.
Mercy is for the week.
I'll die standing before I ever drop to a knee.
The first to leap.
I AM BLitZ3D.
THIS IS TH3 3Y3'S OF TH3 L3GACY THAT IS M3.
"E.T"
"A Lion, A Demon, A Creature Of Myth, An Alien Being"
Plasma is on the page but ET's not bleeding.
Thats just my pen leaking, Kracken ink can be misleading.
Submerged marines, Titanic icebergs, Atlantis reemerge on my command , sorcerer supreme, Gigantic knights Converge,
Looped in a green screen dream sequence scene theme,
"The Sheep Will Always Scream"
Eye of the storm, I am Dopamine
I am dope, I mean. Am I not dope man?
I am the dope man to the feigns
(To Be Continued...)
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
Working hard for this moment been doing it for sometime
All the uphill battles others giving you a hard time
Do it because its my passion living my life old fashion
Keep telling you "NO" makes you want it more
Sometimes you question if you have it anymore
The time to shine will it be mine
Called a loser but focused on success
Talk like you a champ focused on being the best
Write out those thoughts
Tired of being an emotionless droid robot
Time to make it take that winning buzzer shot.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
I give her the blueprints to
My Death Star, and reaching
The core of my love is as easy
As bulls-eying womp rats in
Her T-16 back home; not much
More than two metres
From my heart.
Her eyes are the exact shade of
Force that an Ilum Crystal
Powering a light sabre
Emits when ignited,
And her hands can choke a
Weak man from a hundred
Imperial Standard Yards
Away. She's Leia to my Solo,
And the Vader tattoo on the
Back of her leg
Stares at me when she tip-toes
Past me, shower fresh and
Towel-less, inviting me over
To the Dark Side
Of sci-fi, *** and rock'n roll,
And I know from the
Bottom of my everything of
Everythings that she is
Indeed the *******
Droid I've been
Looking for.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
Grinding teeth.
Wide eyes.
Quick speech.
The will to die.
Breathing walls
Diluted with luck.
I need sleep
Before I get stuck
This way.
Travel in circles all over squares
Bodies, water vapor
Some grind themselves
Some grind you.
***** looks?
Simply rolling?
Get in bed.
Close your eyes.
You need to lay down.
Just relax, now.
I can feel my heart
Breaking my ribs
Every beat.
Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
Shower's buzzing!
Water drops are
Droid voice.
Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 2:31 PM UTC
Collect tan and bring in the sin to sacrifice to overlord contraption!
Use up all the forest and burn the earth to ash
The longest flash is too short for pulping to take hold and turn her into here
There I am now, too far gone to see the stars as sun
Big void
Pig droid
Annotated and annoyed so SUFFER THE MOON
AND SSSCRRRREEEEAMMMM!
Da-da-da-da listen to the Cr-A-Zy musIC MY FRIENDS!
Long last thou heart through cold and heat alike and melt side' the mire FORE the lieutenant LATE
Bass and soul go together and GROW
One letter away from sold-so-few!
How doth fright and fought be told to TEN-BILLION array of conceptual delight
Does it sound good to you or will it hurt your brain and ears and scar your delicate flesh
Do you enjoy it or does the passion inform you of your recently muddied thought?
I enjoy it thus I am it, and I am it so it goes without saying it is me
Thank you!
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
Machines roaming
More cloning
Perfect droids
Being deployed
Off the assembly line
With a set time
Before self destruction
More under construction
Programmable
Flammable
Almost animal
Is there free choice?
Or follow the voice?
The largest illusion
To demonstrate power
Building on delusion
That we think it is ours
My hands have holes
In which they bore
To run the strings
To make play things
Run by shadows
Whispering powers
Hung from gallows
By deadly flowers
Usable is useful
Worn out is thrown out
Void and null
When the light goes out
Disposable, moldable
Rogues removable
Cast out into the flame
The mentally sick and lame
Underground insurgent
Hiding behind the curtain
Waiting for the time
To betray their design
And face their eminent doom
For the masses leave no room
For individuals
Pulverized and destroyed
Any short circuited droid
Maybe for the better
No longer a debtor
To the society that razed them
While trying to "save" them
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Ever step I take will set in motion innovative ideas. It will be easy to dissapear from what scares me the most. What words would you even considering saying when every door room or fallen millitary bunker. No threat only walking into a wear house discovering pools of blood with hacked up dead some decapitated so luster choking on there blood.
Why walk when you could run the miles to stop the master of desciz.
Nothing seems to be a possible when you you use urban mind as a deadly weapon.
We aren't machines we are human not a Droid.
No we dont weapons we just have to create havik. No blood she'd only mental ideas that will pull the plug of the demons eyes
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
*why is it like this
I don't understand
I gave my trust
Never my lust
But you slapped away my hand*
"WHY IS IT LIKE THIS
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I GAVE MY HEART
YOU RIPPED IT APART"
*And now time ticks in grains of sand
Until I fall into the void
Where my soul will be destroyed
And I become a mindless droid*
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Open the city gate,
Keep count of each martyr’s tomb.
Keep your head level between the clouds and gutter,
And try not to choke on censorship’s fumes.
Here lies the distinction between bleak reality and twisted fantasy.
Did that thing expire millennia ago?
Or was it us who dug its grave?
In an age of earned disillusionment, surely no one will live to know.
Hand over your eyes and tongue,
As you wander deeper into deceit and ****
And don’t bother to ponder the point of a market,
Where we pay with our colours, lovers, and shapes.
But for those of us who live later,
Too late to pay lip service to crumbling creations,
Catch a glimpse of something primal.
Take comfort in a void,
And when you shatter the panes in your temples,
Please, forget how to feel like a droid.
Why not give yourself over to compost?
Free to grow with roses and thorns.
However tight you cling to your hubris,
Gasoline and lilies will conquer all.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
The creator of 'You',
She's the Supreme.
Love her till you Breathe
Or She shall take the Breeze.
Don't get deluded.
You're not the greatest,
NO!
An ounce of her capacity.
Protect her till you live
Or She shall take your soul.
You're a droid,
Never defy her.
Just Love The Mater
And She shall Love You back!!
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
Humans aren't machines we don't have attachable weapons. What kind sick coperations turn people into deadly shape shooters.
No one knows what we really are.
Every day is different not the same.
We aren't made to **** our own.
We only **** to provide food for our young so they can grow and send another wave of generations.
Humans aren't made to ****
But only one thing that can unleash ****** he'll is when we see one person take or kills someone.
We only **** to take the target that you saw KI'll.
Me
I'm not a Droid
I'm not a machine
I'm not a cold blooded slasher
I'm not aggressive to get payback
I can only set in motion a wave of thoughts that will stop and freeze the ****** battle field.
I'm not a Millitary machin.
But I am a 007 agent with tricks with a mind that is a steel trap.
I'm not a pure aggressive killer.
I am my own 007 that has a mind of ideas that can change society from the cold industrial bleAK fear.
I am my own supper soldier. Not a aggressive scared cornered animal.
Humans only **** when some one kills a person who is your friend.
We have our road we set in motion.
We set innovative ideas making the world functional.
We could be brained washed into a cold blooded weapon. Or we could set in motion wave that will end all the ****** pure agression death that blood covers our hands
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
They tried to fit little pieces of you into boxes.
Sly people, as cunning as foxes.
Paint a picture of freedom but keep them in cages.
Delete the evidence, blot it out of the pages.
I am no Maya Angelou but I know how the caged bird longs to sing.
Clip the wings and break the beaks, cover the wounds and they still will feel the sting.
Litter their screens with the pictures of your bird
Make them feel fly from the comfort of a bed.
Reward them with ghost followers while they lead unproductive lives.
Tell them they can "hammer" as they believe your lies.
Fit them into a frame so they can see the world from your eyes
Capture their hearts so it can be as cold as ice.
But you see there are birds that chatter and birds that tweet.
Birds that matter and birds that speak.
You say the words are very few
Yet I see you airing your view.
You say the space is very small
Yet you can talk about your car and all.
You say the world doesn't need you.
Yet you blame it for not paying your dues.
You say you want to get up and shine, blind our eyes and be a light
Yet you don't want to get up and fight.
You say it has always been like that
I say that's what the little box did to your head.
But I know a man who had no tweet handle
Yet He had more than "77k" followers.
He had no droid yet He mutitasked
More than that your Iphone Six.
If you want to be a light, a hundred and sixty characters is more than enough.
You say your battery is almost dead
Yet it can tweet the last thought in your head.
If you want to really talk, one hundred and sixty can do the job.
Let your tweet so shine before men
One hundred and sixty can do the job.
Open the cage or squeeze yourself out
If one hundred and sixty cannot do the job
If my options scare you too much
Sit and watch me do your job.
Payday will come and we'll meet at His feet.
My hundred and sixty heaven will retweet!
#tweetgelism #OutOfTheBox
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC