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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Family

Please do not stop and stare
Because, this, is a family affair

We stand here
Huddled together
Like the proverbial
Bird of the same feather
Or maybe,
There is a too tight tether
Binding us like leather?

But never mind
Just be kind
Leave us to our devices
Our familiar vices
And for them
Do not us despise

For we are
Who we are
A family
Of roses
Standing here
In our poses

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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Painting

Flowers painted on a canvas:
Better than nature?
Possible, for longer they last?

Imitated reality
Possibly a guarantee
For the prosperity
Nature’s beauty to see
When all that you now see
Has long since passed

Posted in Simply Poetry

“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Cloudy, With Low Chance of Rain

Sometimes,
When it shines
It may also rain
In the skies
Onto the plane

You see,
It may be,
That the gods dined
Spilled some wine
Despite the weather fine
Not out of spite
Or us to smite
But just because the bright
Of the sunlight
Hit their eyes
The hand slipped
The chalice tipped
And the damage
Was done

Instead of whining
Of the gods’ fine dining
Just stand outside
With your mouth wide
And enjoy
The nature’s nectar
Maybe,
With a piece of cheddar
In this very fine
Weather

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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Ripples

When it comes to you,
I am quite predictive
And yes,
Utterly and deeply committed
Even though,
I may feel a little conflicted

I know,
I am very addicted
Sometimes,
To the point of wicked
But only you,
My rippling dark brown liquid
Can make me
Totally uplifted

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“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Which Way?

Should I have stayed,
Or should I have gone?

Which way was up,
Which way did the flow go?

Did I make the right turn,
When I should have taken left?

Was it a mistake,
Or was the end justified by the means?
Much may be at stake
Or so it usually seems

Did I read the sign correctly,
Or maybe,
It was just elementary?