Drones: Eyes In The Sky That Are Watching You

The following video link features a discussion I took part in last week vis a vis the use of UAV and drone technology and the increasing use of Artificial Intelligence in the development and deployment of unmanned vehicles on land, on the sea and in the air.  Great debate.


SEARCHING FOR A HANG

ON THE STREET WITH THE TRAMWAY FROM TAKSIM SQUARE

IT SEEMS THERE ARE MUSICIANS BUSKING EVERYWHERE

HALFWAY ALONG THE RAILS NEAR THE ADA BOOKSHOP BAR

FIFTEEN TURKISH FOLK SINGERS SING SONGS FROM ANKARA

THE SWEETEST SONG THAT NIGHT CAME NOT FROM ANY TONGUE

BUT FROM THE DULCET FINGERS OF SOME HIPPY WITH HIS HANG

ON A CARPET COVERED CUSHION OF YELLOW BLUE AND GREEN

THE HANG RESTED ON HIS KNEES LIKE AN UPTURNED SOUP TUREEN

A CROWD OF PEOPLE GATHERED AS HE WOVE HIS RHYTHMIC SPELL

EACH CAREFULLY CHOSEN NOTE CLEARER THAN A CHRYSTAL BELL

FAR FAR SWEETER SOUNDING THAN ANY BELL THAT EVER RANG

NOW EVER SINCE THAT NIGHT I’VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A HANG

Copyright Harry Rogers – 17th October 2012 – Istanbul

Below Topkapi Palace Walls – the chilly dogz

This is The Chilly Dogz version of my poem Below Topkapi Palace Walls written during my holiday in Istanbul in October 2012.

BELOW TOPKAPI PALACE WALLS

The horse chestnuts are dropping conkers

Outside Topkapl Palace walls

Beautiful wooden houses

Frequented by queens

In the evening gently smoking

To Blue Mosque prayer calls

Across the way yet another ruined shack

With an Istanbul stray cat

Sit sitting from a small glass

One more Hot Apple Tea

Staring out from beneath the rim

Of that old battered tennis hat

It’s hart to believe that we’re all

So close to war in the 21sy century

They say this is the place

Where East and West collide

But wherever you come from

This just might be the perfect place to hide

Whilst waiting for the start of

A nuclear Winter bomb as it falls

Find me smoking apple aniseed hubble bubble

Outside Topkapi Palace walls

Yeah

Find me smoking apple aniseed hubble bubble

Outside Topkapi Palace walls

Copyright Harry Rogers – 18th October 2012

Do Ya Go Down Deptford Anymore?

I wrote this poem as a bit of fun and then decided to make it into a song on Ujam.  I sang it into the software and then spent a happy afternoon turning it into a db reggae number.  Click the following link to hear the result:-

https://www.ujam.com/songs/g2h36477793r

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

 

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

 

Thinking back forty years

The summer of seventy two

Stalls on the High Street

A few Rock Steady sounds

Mooch down Douglas Street

For a glass of Sarsaparrila

On the steps of St Pauls

A couple short and tall

Both of them know

It’s the last throw

Throw of the dice

It’s the last throw

Of confetti and rice

The decked out Daimler waits

Girls looking through the gates

Flashbulbs pop then hit the floor

The priest is none too sure

 

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Three old drunken scrumpy boys

Staggering down Broadway

Heading to Carrington House

Someplace for their heads to lay

Mudlarks splashing in the Creek

Billy Bleach fighting the law

Totters flog a bent antique

Lewisham boys try to score

Jamaican patties on a stall

Cab drivers riding shotgun

Hippy trippers ten feet tall

Paddling in Brookmill sun

Students are all fussing

There are no new builds

The Oxford Arms is buzzing

With tales from Crossfields

 

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

Do ya? Do ya?

Do ya go down Deptford anymore?

 

 

Copyright: HarryRogers – 2/11/201

 

 

LIVING IN THE NO FLY ZONE

LIVING IN THE NO FLY ZONE

LIVING IN THE NO FLY ZONE

HEAR THE SOUND OF A DRONE

NEIGHBOUR MAKES A GROAN

BEEN LEFT ON HIS OWN

HAPPENING MORE AND MORE

LIVING ON THE FLOOR

UNDERNEATH A DOOR

THIS IS MODERN WAR

 

DON’T WANT NO UCAV

BOMBING YOU AND ME

DON’T WANT NO RFID

TRACKING YOU AND ME

DON’T WANT NO CCTV

WATCHING YOU AND ME

ALL WE WANT YOU SEE

IS A COUNTRY THAT IS FREE

 

SOLDIERS HAVE ALL GONE

BUT THIS WAR CARRIES ON

THE CEASEFIRE IS A CON

IT’S OUR ARMEGEDDON

 

DON’T WANT NO UCAV

BOMBING YOU AND ME

DON’T WANT NO RFID

TRACKING YOU AND ME

DON’T WANT NO CCTV

WATCHING YOU AND ME

ALL WE WANT YOU SEE

IS A COUNTRY THAT IS FREE

Copyright: Harry Rogers – 05/06/2012

Tough Luck

I wrote this poem two years ago today and thought that now is the right moment to publish it here after listening to Melanie Phillips make the comment “What’s not to like?” in support of the use of UAVs or Drones in modern warfare on last night’s Moral Maze programme on Radio 4. She made me very angry indeed.

TOUGH LUCK

A NERD IN NEBRASKA

BOMBS HOMES IN PAKISTAN

A BIBLE BY HIS LAPTOP

FRAMED FAMILY ON HIS DESK

HE’S NEVER HAD A PASSPORT

NEVER BEEN UP IN A PLANE

A UCAV PILOT

WHO HAS NEVER BEEN ABROAD

SPENDS ALL HIS WORKING DAYS

AIMING LASER GUIDED MISSILES

AT SOME HOUSES IN THE HILLS

BASED ON DODGY INFORMATION

BOUGHT FOR VERY LITTLE MONEY

USED TO FUEL SOME JUNKIES HABIT

CAUSING COLATERAL DAMAGE

AT SOME YOUNG GIRLS BIRTHDAY PARTY

MEANWHILE CLINTON AND HER MINIONS

COULD NEVER GIVE A FLYING FUCK

THESE SO CALLED ACCIDENTS OF WAR

THEY DEEM EXAMPLES OF TOUGH LUCK

 

THESE SO CALLED ACCIDENTS OF WAR

THEY DEEM EXAMPLES OF TOUGH LUCK

 

TOUGH LUCK

TOUGH LUCK

HILARY SAYS “TOUGH LUCK”

 

Copyright: Harry Rogers  1st November 2010