Posted in Simply Poetry
“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
Posted in Simply Poetry
“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
Posted in Simply Poetry
“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?
Posted in Anecdotes
“As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer” Robert Quillen
Anecdote Time!
Never judge a book by its cover. A paperback can be just as entertaining as hardcover.
If you want to dwell in the past, buy yourself a time machine.
You have to learn how to walk before you can run. I found out that the hard way after my hip-surgery.
Looking into a mirror is like… Well, you obviously need to take a selfie!
Time, time, precious time, where have you gone? Don’t tell me, you lost your watch again?
In my youth, the grass was always greener, food tasted better and life was much happier… Then we woke up and put the dog out to pee.
Walking a mile in someone else’s shoes… Be damned sure they are the same size as your own ones!
Today, I woke up, the day was stormy, the skies were gray, my mind felt dull... Well, you can’t always expect to be in the tropics, now can you Dearie?
Don’t do as I do, do as I say! Apparently, you can get away with murder?
People who are smart, beautiful and talented… Really piss me off!
Posted in Simply Poetry
“I don’t mind going back to daylight saving time.
With inflation, the hour will be the only thing I’ve saved all year”
Victor Borge
Daylight Savings
Lost an hour
Feeling sour
Without power
Like a flower
Without petals
A tangy metal
Taste in my mouth
Things going south
All because of daylight savings
There are no other cravings
Than sleep one more hour
Posted in Simply Poetry
“If there is a wrong time and a place, I’ll be there!”
Rock and a Hard Place
I was stuck
Between a rock
And a very hard place
Wondering
Should I go
Or should I stay
If I go
Will it be slow?
If I stay
Will I end up
In dismay?
Which ever I choose
Something I may loose
But, what if,
Instead
Looking ahead
The constant flow
Of the middle road
Just taking it easy
And oh so very slow
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
whispering, ‘It will be happier.’ “
Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Year, 2016
A year of joy, a year of sorrow
Sometimes thinking, there is no tomorrow
Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You made us wanna scream
One day a true horror movie
Which nobody wanted to see
Afterward, in our beds we lay
Out of control and in full dismay
Then, come next day,
We all got high and groovy
Fulfilling our duties
Like good soldiers, after a ‘smoothie’
Ups and downs
Laughs and frowns
Too many mishaps
To close all the gaps
What to do with that?
Live everyday in fear?
Or just roll over
And wait for the new year?
Oh, Two-Thousand and Sixteen
You left us conflicted
Can we ever another year trust
Or suspect it’s here to destroy us
Maybe this type of thing was predicted
Or maybe something just shifted
One unlucky moment
For a while in torment
Then, a brightly shining object
Gave us fulfillment
And all hope was restored
Finally looking forward
To a happy ending?
Maybe, but before this poem’s sending
Some thinking time to be spending
Planning ahead
So next time, no need to be scared
But for now, for a brighter future toward
I am hopefully on board
And at finish line stating
“I got a score!”
Rantings Of A Third Kind 