"boolean" poems
Boolean Logic
you say it isn't logical
if it's not black or white
it's either positive or negative
either day or night
can't be 6 of one
half dozen of the other
you know what I mean
know what I'm sayin brother
make up your mind
just give me the truth
don't wrap me in a cord
in a telephone booth
is it “A” or “B”
it's gotta be part of a set
I work with truths
before I place my bet
binary numbers that intersect
ands or nots or or's it can be
part of the superset
the limbs of the tree
true or false
you just gotta decide
algebraic notation
proves if you lied
could you be wrong
could there be areas of gray
in matters of love
it's not just what you say
sometimes it's what's missing
that matters the most
no salty or sweet
like a piece of dry toast
is science perfect
how the hell would I know
can only go by
the factors that show
but I got this feeling
it's more than neurologic
in matters of the heart
it takes more than boolean logic
Gomer Lepoet
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 12:54 PM UTC
I want to write a poem
but I have to write code instead
There can be a kind of poetry in code
especially my code
I'm proud of the elegant design
of my loops and logics
my streamlined systems
My code flows
pulling the User along effortlessly
guiding them gracefully from one end of the black box to the other
and out again
No Errors
My code flows
secret haikus left in comment blocks
for other programmers to find
like digital hieroglyphics on virtual cave walls
test data populated with pantheons and
mystical chants from faraway lands
My code flows
water of ones
in sea of zeroes
pouring through me
from aether to mind to muscle to machine
bit by bit
block by block
stacked upon stack
module into module through function and parameters passed
My code flows
flows through me
until the integer flips
the Boolean switch
change of state
status update
now compiled and crystallized
Executable
and then passed on
leaving me
out of my hands
disseminated to The Users
like a prayer to a congregation
I hear the clicking fingers of their choir
singing the song of my code
now flowing through Them
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
atop merlion at sentosa park
revelling upon the map of singapura
george boole mutters
ditch the crude decimal byways
as he pointed to the binary hi way
atop merlion at sentosa park
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
I was in love with the wall
I spoke French to it.
"Je t'aime." I'd say
In my loveliest French accent.
"Je vais aimer jusqu'à mon mort."
But then I figured those
We're some pretty powerful
Promises to make to a wall.
I loved it so much and I didn't
Want to hurt it. I knocked it
Down and rebuilt.
Now I sit here alone writing
Boolean clauses to ease my
Suffering.
3>1; true
3=1; false
7<4; false
23>100000; true
23 was her favorite number.
The misprinted sweethearts
are always the best.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
you've took the bullets
saving thy brothers.
and there it is.
in no ones land.
when pain and anger
is evident at a glance.
when Living in an old house
with new even spirits.
Wicked, with your guitar
and slow hands;
Sick and all teared up
blasphemy and ill advised news
floating like wasps.
all in your mind
circling like some roulette,
white smoke in the air.
all entangled when you breathe
in your dreams, in despair.
the end
getting nearer
no one cares
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
Probability is expectation founded upon partial knowledge.
A perfect acquaintance with all the circumstances affecting
the occurrence of an event would change expectation into certainty,
and leave neither room nor demand for a theory of probabilities.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
Why is my mind so full of lies?
Till truth is the only thing I despise,
I live for the false, but live in the true,
It's boolean logic. It's long overdue.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
Loving you feels more natural than the keys I type on all day.
Yet my feelings are more complicated than a two dimensional dynamic character array.
When I see you, my heart skips a FLoating point OPeration.
If there's anything you want, all other task priorities drop.
When I'm with you, my heart performs realtime.
After being about all day, I want to be your \n
I just can't compile how you make me feel that way.
But love runs on it's own, without language or syntax.
For you, all my procedural rules are relaxed.
To you, my dear, I will always be (boolean) 1
For all my love are belong to you.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
they don't speak a word
but say so much
words sometimes
are not enough
I seems to be the only word
this day, where we
and us is underused
it is too often said
it is obtuse
bland too all encompassing
lazy and and
and
is almost like the moon the stars
just carries the thought on
a Boolean operator
doesn't on it's own say a god ****
thing but is useful
needed
like the moon and stars
the is another subject
I and we and us and they and the stars the moon
the operators the operands the conjunctions the adjectives
clauses nouns and verbs
are all the moon and stars and it and we and I
can be conveyed if
if is another thought
another day
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
[it.s wonder(size)=small
And file.load if Boolean==1
Set int j for 0;5
H();
Null k
Optionpane
K+4:14
Exit
Linebreak(5)
Access.denied
Fprintf(“endoffile”)
End(0)
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
How does one's thinking actually work. Should I explain, yes I will. You can call me Dr. Phil if you like, my friends do.
Thinking, we all know comes from the mind, yet reacts in different manners. There acts of movements, there thoughts of desire, reaction that some say it's not a thought, that ******** How long does it take for a thought to get to your heart, the biggest decision maker. I know, some of you are going to think that the heart has nothing to do with it. If you think your right your heartless.
Let me not get off the point.
Thoughts come into your head, you have about 70,000 thoughts a day, give or take. With these thoughts you think of your experience from the past. Things that made you feel good, bad, sad, pain, hurt, all the norm. Before you can ever decide what you have to do, you have to think about it. Some will say no, I will say ******** again. Example, you go tho the store with a friend, to the candy isle. You each get something different, you get what has pleasures you in the past from what you desire. Desire is something you want based on past experience or it could be from something you heard that stimulated your mind. With desire brings pleasure. Like *** maybe, haha.
I don't want to make this long:
Boolean Logic:
((((Information brings thoughts)+ (( past feelings)+ (rationalize))
(Divide by heart = outcome))))
I know most everyone know this, but we sometimes need a refresher course in life. Especially when we start making mistakes, again.
I can rest assure that you had to use your mind and think about this one.
Thanks for following me as I follow you.
God Bless
David
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
I think I should make it public
How my love for compsci’s static
My hatred is a void
main(String args[]){
Where should I start?
Where DO {
I start?
BREAK; it down
To packages to classes
I might just need glasses
Primitives and variables
Freedom: Inevitable.
Step 1: Initialize
Step 2: Declare
Step 3: glare
Then pull out your hair.
Int and Strings
Those petty things
I’d rather float
Than write oop notes
IF my love for this
Was put digitally
boolean love = true;
You have no ******* clue!
Private or public?
A Return or a void?
Oh functions
Just send me to oblivion
Those red squiggly lines
I’d rather be blind
It’s only one sign:
There’s millions more of its kind!
Case 1:
The brackets that contain
everything.
There’s the round ones
The squiggly ones
The square ones
That come in a pair
Case 2:
Dots.
I’d rather be on ***
Case 3:
Capital
Letters.
Static
Behaviours.
Comp-sci, my saviour
I love shedding tears.
G
U
I.
More like **** you goodbye
Grid layout my ***
Only way it’d look nice
If it was FOR Windows95
I should just make an arraylist of MyLove[];
Because my love for compsci
cannot be bound by numbers
Oh! OP -
Don’t forget the getters
And the ****** setters
I’ll set this straight.
I don’t get
your
traits.
}
}
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
Loneliness
it feels misunderstood
i misunderstand it
when can we feel it? true loneliness?
when their hand stiffens and drops to the floor?
leaving us alone
in our thoughts
on earth
the final text in a rotting friendship?
if it ever truly was a friendship
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC