"upgraded" poems
Two-daughters succession go astride
One hunched in apathy
The other in defeat
I could have seen beauty in progeny
Before it was
Crushed
By artificial gravity
Smelling of blood-stained pittances
And a taker’s philosophy,
Their lunch-box notions
And plastic dreams
Rattled the bars on a shopping cart.
Do they, I wonder,
Feel their ease at pain? Or luxury, woe?
Though their smiling faces
Were promised, now reach
To Paradise,
I can seem them
Crushed
Beneath them, too:
Updated, upgraded, brand-spanking new
All they ever hoped to be,
Customized
Head-to-fucking-toe.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
Robots know when to behave
1
Robot walks into the pub
and the arrogant human waiter says:
“Hey, we don’t serve robots”
But the robot smiles, and says:
“Sure – but you will, eventually”
Robots know when to be naughty
2
Robot each finds a seat
and the program sends up the heat
and the drama unfolds
She Robot:
Hello baby, you wanna touch my mouse,
don’t you? Sure, your lips say 0
but your titanium-bolt eyes say 1
He Robot:
Oh yeah, you sure get my drive hard
especially when you flash your software
O Baby, nice bolts - you wanna *****
Look, I touch your mouse, you touch my joystick
She Robot:
Look, you show me your source code
and I show you mine…oh, wow –
are those for real?
Or you got upgraded at Silicone Valley?
HeRobot:
Enough of chat, babe –
where can I crash on you tonight?
my docking station, or yours?
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
March in the streets
But I urge you beware
They’ll still butcher the sheep
With the arms that they bear
Private properteers part with
No slave cropper’s share
So this Northern aggression's
Like Freeman’s red scare
All the colors of wind
Through the head-shavers’ hair
The Guevara adventures
These pigs wouldn’t D.A.R.E.
The Arabian knights
In the grand wizard’s lair
The denaturalized dreamer’s
Recurring nightmare
Of the Stalingrad ghost
Still witch-hunting like Blair
The projects to the precincts’
New modern welfare
The post-trauma disorderly’s
Empty screen stare
The savages they thought
Were waaaaayyyy over there
The debt clock ticky tock
In the heart of Times Square
The 1st world problem-children
Who commonwealth care
Because some barely EAT
And we’ve so much to spare
But these cowherds still like their calves
Medium rare
And the bulls try to sell you
Their laissez-faire snare
Till your trapped in a minimum cage’s
Last prayer
And the only escape
Is upgraded software
Like automaton autobahn’s
In disrepair
In this fascist facade’s
Fragrant breath of fresh air
Just as toxic as stocks
Of the mock billionaire
So I shock ‘em like Tesla’s
Bolt-action Voltaire
And I leave it to you
To go **** it out there
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
Diamonds, pearls, gimme that gucci
Theres more important things why we trip pin bout some loui
Then i hear the kids screaming with no food to go to school with
When i hear them bells ringing i just think we so clueless
We degrade each other, we degrade ourselves
We never read the books, we just knock em´ off the shelves
Judging by they covers, don't believe in nothing else
Coz a person ain´t **** if they win´t high up on that wealth
Right, wrong
We straying from the purpose, we disrespect each other
And the people that have birthed us
We hatin on our loved ones
And loving who have hurt us
We forget about what means the most
And dwell on what we purchase
Forget all of that it´s not worth it
And stop thinking you gotta be perfect
We all different, we all shine like diamonds
Sometimes you gotta dig deep just so you can find them
Listen to my voice, put the blade down
I know you think that´s you only true escape now
Them scars on your arms ain´t worth the pain now
And them screams that were silent have regained they main sound
If they don´t love you for who you are that´s their issue
When you lying dead on the floor could they fix you?
When you on the news you really think that they´d miss you?
They pretend like they care, turn around and forget you
And all the racism truly makes me sick
We hating on each other cuz the skin we born with?
We take from each other, stab and **** one another
Stereotype a person cuz they white or a brother
I'm confused
We ****** up like the drugs we use
We go killin motherfuckes just for upgraded shoes
I´m a tad disappointed in this new generation
I done grew up in the jungle i´m just tryna find my way in
Really, i´m just tryna find a exit
I'm running to the end but its like a maze with no direction
Im passing every corner nd I'm feeling disconnected
Its like hate is a disease and I'm the only one not infected
So god, let em´ not disregard, that the beauty outside reflects from one good heart, and it don´t matter where you came from, it don't matter where you start
We gone make it to the finish line together not apart
Together not apart
It don't matter where you came from, it don't matter where you start we gone make it to the finish together not apart
Together not apart
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
Hug me
Comfort me
Take away my pain
I need you
Hug me
Comfort me
Take away my pain
Do me one more favor, please
Hug her
Comfort her
She takes away your pain
I'm a lost soul, misplaced in a world without you.
Hug her
Comfort her
She loves away your pain
Replaced me, she's an upgraded model, she's your "Significant Other: 2.0"
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
You've been upgraded from ***** to ****
not a ****
not a **
you don't even blow
but your ugly shows
when your emotions grow
you're not a trick
it's not a stunt
I'm gonna light this blunt
and think about your upgrade
from ***** to ****
oh what have I done
went too far
from the time
we made love in my car
under the rising sun
before you upgraded
from ***** to ****
I remember when
things were sweet
just you and me
and every word
was spoken tenderly
that time went by
and that's why I'm here
getting igh
wondering why
how it all happened
when we lost our footing
tires lost traction
I'll never know
can't tell you why
the tears fall
from my eyes
as I smoke this grass
and saw it happen so fast
and for me to have to be this blunt
and upgrade you
from ***** to ****
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
Everyone who knows me
Thinks you ******* up for what you did to me.
Even your friends think you ******* up
By breaking up with me.
I put up with all your issues,
Didn't push you to do anything,
Handled everything you threw at me.
Only to be met with "I can't stand to be around you anymore"
That's what I get
For trying to be my best...for you.
After you said what you did I only asked why?
I'll never get a true answer,
So I stopped asking.
You asked me after if I'd ever get back together with you...
One day...down the road...I said yes.
Some people asked me why I would.
It's because you've been with me through everything;
Not exactly a hearts desire.
Now if asked the same question my answer would be
Absolutely, with all my heart, forever and always...
NO!!!!
I'm done with all the crap you put me through
All the words you said that hurt
And the one's you didn't say...those were worse.
I'm 100% over you
Mind body and soul.
I'm in love again
This time with someone who feels the same
He makes me feel more happy than you ever did...,
Ever could...and ever will.
You and I had our good times
I'll never take that away from you
There was a time when you made me smile...that's gone.
It's been replaced, upgraded if you will
For where you made me smile...
My new man does that and more.
My heart flutters, eyes brighten, knees go weak,
breath quickens and body warms
At just the sound of his voice.
He makes me feel more than you ever did,
His touch like heven on earth,
His "I love you" more sweet than honey.
Goodbye, so long, farewell to my past with you.
For I have found a future with him
That I'll much more enjoy.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
Once when we were kids
Mum had fun throwing a dinner party.
I could tell because
there were stains on the tablecloth
but no one was crying,
and the food upgraded from sausage rolls to Sushi and Olives.
I want one-
-You can't, Mum said they're for adults-
I want a Olives-
said the back of my 4 year old sister as she went to try the
New Thing.
The Olive was carefully chosen and examined with 4 years of culinary expertise,
swirled around a gummy mouth and
promptly returned to its post.
It was yuck -
she informed me and her breathless twin from the safety of the veranda
after weaving her way through the adult legs strewn around the Good Lounge without even so much as a
'woe betide you child if you're in here again.'
So we sat and thought about parties and Good Lounges and woe betides
drinking juice,
and watched our Uncle fill his plate with sushi and olives,
singing tonelessly to ABBA
before spilling his beer on the floor .
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
They say scars are ugly.
They tell us to cover it up as if it's shameful to have one.
But scars are proof that we overcame a battle,
And though we had been wounded,
We survived.
The stories behind scars proved that
We did not stay in ruins after chaos.
We got up and started to build an upgraded version of ourselves.
And those scars are reminders that
We can grow stronger throughout our journey.
Each scar deserves a place in this life.
So we can look back at it
As if one looks at a masterpiece displayed in the finest museum.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 7:24 AM UTC
Fighter jets in formation
Above Ekeberg Hill
Remind me of years
Spent on airbases
During my time in the
Royal Norwegian Air Force.
I was stationed at NATO's
Northernmost base during 9/11.
Minutes after plane #2,
I was upgraded to
NATO Top Secret
Clearance.
Given live ammo for my P80.
Witnessing the colonel's
Marlboro Light shake in his
Usually steady hand as I
Approached; MSO briefcase
Handcuffed to my wrist.
There were papers inside
I was expected to
Die for.
I was 22.
Not even the police carry
Firearms in this country.
Not even the police are expected
To give up ghost over information.
For a nation of such ******
History, we maintain a mellow
Attitude.
We choose peace over "piece".
Gun-sense over violent nonsense.
Naïve? Maybe.
There are nearly no shootings here.
We've had one lethal act of
Terrorism since WWII.
We can live with that.
Literally.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
There is no better way
to do heavy lifting
than with a machine
or perform countless repetitive tasks
or manufacture microscopic objects
or handle toxic substances
or fly across an ocean
or accomplish a variety of
actions that humans
can't or won't do
And we rely on machines
to do what we tell them
when and where
and how and why
we decide
without fail
and without error
Machines outperform
humans for such purposes
and are more reliable,
consistent and
cost-effective as well
They do require maintenance
and spare parts
but nothing like health care
and benefits that humans demand
And they can be upgraded
or replaced without fear
of lawsuits or labor unions
or semiautomatic rifles and
sacks full of magazines
They are almost perfect
and better than humans
in many ways
But they can't laugh
or cry or sing
the way we do
they can't get angry
or sad or happy
or feel emotion
the way we do
they can't love
or break your heart
the way we do
and they can't
make you feel
the way you do
when you come home
from work and your
daughter comes
running to the door
shouting, "Daddy's home!!!!!!"
Not in a million years
So humans are actually
far better than machines
in the ways that matter
and the imperfections,
shortcomings, idiosyncrasies,
flaws in our character, mistakes
we make and an endless list
all prove that we are human
and capable of all these
things that machines
can't or won't do
And I am thankful
that I am not some
perfect, error free
switch-on-switch-off
low maintenance
obedient, emotionless
and highly repetitive
tool that strives
to be a machine
because I would rather
take pride in mistakes
I make and be human
especially when
I come home
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
put down thy pen,
it is in disrepute,
smash thy tablet,
crack its glass...
house the mouse,
don't be an ***
genus human,
you have been
antihero morphed
anthromorprophesized,
****** simply, replaced
you poem prophecy
returned,
stamped,
Unneeded, Unread, Unheeded
you have been excused,
you have been recused,
jury, a chamber of inconclusive noises
dismissed,
the judge will digitally
write all
from now on...
submit your selected tags
for laughs,
a different poem returned to you,
by a digital "humanist"
what do I crave?
give me your youthful typos,
let me literate critique
the good, the bad, the
trite repetitive and especially
the ugly
poetry,
the kind only
humans can write
so I love or hate it,
your literacy,
with impassioned dispassion,
the kind no machine will e'er transcend
pull the plug on your random alphabet generator,
Eliot of York,
or you might find yourself
upgraded into unempoement!
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
There is a sound in a house when it’s occupants have left for the day and it isn’t silence.
It’s more of a dull collective hum of electrical appliances enjoying the chance to indulge their expression without the need to shout over humans.
There is the echo of words whispered in soft tones and the violent ones exchanged in heated debate, also the screams and laughter and the bark of dogs.
There is the sound of unfolded washing, waiting patiently to be transitioned from unkempt mess to organised functionality in a drawer or cupboard.
Their sound before such a transformation is heavy and unlovable, but once the task of folding is completed, they fall silent, thankful to have reached their destiny this week before their new cycle of destruction of order begins.
Toys, where does one start with the sound of toys in the absence of playmates. Their sound is dependent on how loved they are and how much time they have left before they, like a wife after 20 years of marriage, are replaced by the upgraded model, the new and better version.
But it’s the breakfast things, the things left on the table, half eaten toast and a mauled boiled egg that have the most sound.
It’s the sound of a dwindling life force struggling against its fate to be recycled in the compost, like us.
That sound is a deafening silent scream of a resistance to endings, an inevitable journey back into nothing.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
It’s been 203 days
since I’ve had Dr. Pepper
with your lemon in it.
The first weeks
I had to hesitate at sit-downs.
Now I’ve upgraded to the
permanent taste of Cherry Pepsi
with a slice of independence.
I hope you still ask for
a water with a lime
instead of lemon.
And I hope when
they still bring you
lemon water you feel
my absence, and it
stays with you
when you leave our booth
because I know you still sit there
pretending I never did.
Without a place
for your lemon slice,
you have to grit and bear.
How does it feel.
I hope that acidic taste
stains your mouth
and reminds you of me.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
The city has changed from what it used to be. Old buildings are torn down and new ones take their place. Streets are paved over and torn up. People in suits come and promise to make things better, but nothing ever comes of it. While one neighborhood is lifted up, I can't afford to live there anymore. I am shuffled off to the last place that was renovated. 20 years ago when I was born, This was the new thing, new buildings clean streets and lots of hope, but none for someone like me. I couldn't afford it then as I could not afford the new neighborhood where I used to live now. They talk about urban renewal, but they never do anything to bring change to the people, they only redo the buildings and make more money which none of us ever see. So much for the idea of being renewed. My home is gone and I am back where I was before. In what used to belong to someone else, I now live in their hand me down lives they have been upgraded, but there is no renewal for me.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
'new year, new me'
I won't be a new me this year.
No, I'm going to be an upgraded version of myself.
I won't become the person I always aspired to be.
No, I'm going to push myself to fix all the wrong things with me.
A prototype and a completed project.
I'm going to create a better me, not a new one.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
every year is the same.
all those god ****** resolutions people make.
like one day you're one person,
and you can wake up the next morning and be someone completely different.
all of a sudden you're courageous and motivated.
you have meaning and purpose.
and i call ******** on it all.
for me the new year isn't about making a new me,
it's about improving on the me that already exists.
because this past year, i picked up the pieces of myself.
i put myself back together.
with some elmer's glue and scotch tape.
it wasn't pretty but it happened.
only to watch myself crumble once again.
i fell into a million more pieces than the time before.
each time i collapse, it gets worse.
and it gets harder. but i get stronger.
i never give up. i work my *** off, and pick myself back up.
and that is exactly what i am going to do.
the same me, just new and improved.
an upgraded version, if you will.
because each year that goes by i learn so much more.
i make so many mistakes, and hell i repeat them a few times.
i know, i know, shame on me.
but it takes time. i fall. and i get back up.
and i learn.
so i'm picking myself back up.
Ashley Twenty Point Oh.
i think i'm gonna have to use super glue this time.
maybe some duct tape too.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
I've been listening to static for years.
Watching the black-and-white zigzags
Crumple across my screen
Defeated, without knowing the enemy.
Overwhelmed, without taking perspective.
Suddenly pictures are coming through
Sounds that don't just seem to be dying aluminum.
Laughs smiles conversations
Touches...
Gasps.
Heartbeats.
Those black and white zigzags are fading
Blurring out until you see the picture
They've been trying to form for too long.
And behold, the picture is clear.
Maybe the repairman upgraded me to hi-def.
But that repairman sure is sneaky.
Apparently the channel is now set on Cinemax
And I have no idea where my remote is.
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
It was midnight in Manhattan and the cats were out
they donned themselves with their scarves, and their masks
the caper was set to hit each flat
cause boy were they hungry for some tasty rats
To be in The Feral Cat Club was as cool as it got
See -they'd developed a language that kept them on top
Hell, they ran that town like a bunch of Capone's
but they ran in packs instead of alone
There was Fatty, n' Johnny, and Frankie n' Joe
paired up with Sally n' Bonnie, and Talkie n' Moe
between Broadway, and 42nd they made their move
Meow, meow, meeeeeeeeeeeow, said Fatty to Moe
(this was the call they needed to duck n' lay low)
It meant The Animal Cat wagon was passing by slow
Meow, mow, said Frankie to all
which told everyone he saw a major haul
Sally whispered she was tired of rats n' could they please try
a wonderful place they had all just passed by
it was the new restaurant with meatballs out back
(cause some lame waiter had thrown out a sack)
So they all had a vote, and the meatballs won
placing white napkins beneath furry whiskers for fun
They're all so glad that they've upgraded their style
Now when you see them they can do nothing but smile!
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
I just upgraded my baby
she is so gonna rip the net
only four in the country
and one of them is mine
It's one super fast soab
it will make you throw yours in a ditch
it's one sweet machine
in pure silver it gleams
I have got her back
to machine settings
and I am gonna make her sing
as if in the holy choir of heaven
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Name : Dating Today
Poet : Phyll
Genre : Love/sacrificing
/communication/
understanding
Compromising
Year : 2018
P/SwNo. : 305
( Content;- so lately everyone hase been complain about their partner doing AbCd and it's like we are almost giving up on them but have you ever reconsidered looking back to where you official originated from? Haha... Enjoy)
DATING TODAY
As authored By Phyll
Dating Today,
Its all about who cares most but shows it less,
Its all about confusing each others minds;
Using simple media such as what'sapp,
facebook and telegram,
Its all about feeling pain because the other party didnt reply to my text quick,
Didn't send a friend request
Or
Didn't like a simple pic i uploaded,
Its all about really wanting to speak to someone but delaying a reply for more days so as u wouldnt be seen as the easy one...
Haha
Oh my!
Dating today,
It's all about;
'I am afraid to send the first text because this will make me seem weak,'
Its all about;
'Yeah i'll hang out with you,
But!
I cant let go of my phone.'
It's all about;
'I can't date a person who tags me in all their pics',
Just because they want to make you a part of their life,
Its all about really liking someone, But
Not making the first move!
Jus because that makes u uncool.
Yes
You may...
Call me old fashion,
But I like the early dating,
The ones our folks used to have,
The ones in which papers flew,
Cause phones didnt exist in convos,
And if at all they existed,
They were put aside.
Because...
There was nothing more important in a relationship,
Than communication!
After all phones were only for the rich or rather phones were treasures of those days if i may put it so.
The kind of relationship which lasted,
For more than 100 years.
Made jaws drop!
Haha...
Imagine
From:
'I love you'
To:
'I have you'
Still wondering as to how a relationship can last that long!
If i was asked today;
Phyll,
Which couple do you like most?
I would look back,
And say;
My grandparent's relationship at the most!
I know you're about to ask me;
But Phyll,
Why them?
I'll answer even before you ask.
This is because;
At the rate they were when i first met them as a grown up,
That is to say;
They are defeating the world of dating today!
Challenge;
How many times do you think your grandparents did quarrel before having their first born?
Yet they defeated that an still made a lee way for you to exist in this universe...
My friend
We are all UPGRADED SPERMS!
Sue me if you want
So long as i feed you the truth,
And
NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH
So
When you fight,
Just see that as a flight.
Hold on tight,
Then let the future be bright.
For that's your Right!
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Listening those melodies of winds
on the top of a hill
where no human traces could ever exist
except those scribbling of lovers on rocks
strengthening the ******* of their love.
From the top i can see those small houses
appearing as the scattered drops of paint
on the background of greenness!
Those monkeys,
being enlightened seeing the upgraded species
welcomed our hard breath with utmost sarcasm
showing me those tricks in climbing
notating the life i lost...being a man.
A very lonely place it is...very lonely hill
those rocks
unmoved since some years became tangible for our senses
as we took those lifeless things
and tried to relieve those rocks from their tyrannical posture.
No foot mark...not even a small trace of human existence
not even a good road to reach the top of hill
so adventurous...so adventurous
and those clouds...those frantic...freak clouds
moving like tortoise...on shore
trying to escape from the eagle.
I babbled in my inner tone
with utmost insanity as i walked along this uncommon road
and all of a sudden...in a particular instant
i found that irrational resemblance between the world of mine
and this world...
from which one can look at the remaining world
wow...
a splendid experience
and at lost
a water drop tickled my exhausted muscles
leaving no idea
if its a rain drop or a sweat drop
which rinsed my soul
and gave birth to a news poet!
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 3:56 AM UTC
My phone has seen better days
I upgraded to the best
because don't you deserve the best
but then you heard that fight
My phone has seen better days
I took you for a run and you played music for me
and then I dropped you in the mud
My phone has seen better days
You supported me all day
but I forgot to charge you and you died
My phone has seen better days
you helped me send that text
but I broke you when I didn't like the reply
My phone has seen better days
so I replaced you for something new
you were so easily lost when you were the only thing I could call
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
I little nip a little tuck
To get the wrinkles off my mug
Some fat from tummy round to ***
Let's lift the **** and up the cup
DD yeah that's enough
Dont stop there get tombstone teeth
My nose could do with being straight
Almost done spent thirty k
Guess what he left me for the maid!
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC