"coder" poems
Got fired but looked as if he bluntly had resigned,
Got penalized for improving every product's design.
And yet created another one, cuz as hell was creative his mind,
"Stay hungry, Stay foolish", was his ultimate key-line.
Not a coder, not an engineer, no technical precision,
No determined profession, except for a couple of visions.
Loved his work and worshipped his love,
Stood apart form the crowd to put himself above.
Eliminating the unnecessary was the magic of his sight,
What phone would you be using, if on his was a copyright?
His fame is the consequence of what he always used to say,
Conventional is always preferred, can you think it in a different way?
Got trolled as the company's name was based on the name of a fruit,
However it has been for many decades, digital technology's roots.
He taught us how to follow one's dreams without always being afraid,
Because thousands of supporters stand behind some handful filled with hate.
He taught me to grab the golden opportunity and not regret on the one that drops,
As like him one day, I will be able to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, My name is Steve Jobs!"
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
You sit down in front of a computer
A laptop, mainframe or anything with keys
Deftly designing, predicting futures
You solve problems with unrealistic ease.
Days and nights you spend staring at the screen
Running on caffeine, junk food, random snacks
Eyes spotting errors, fingers sharp and keen
There isn’t one mistake you can’t track.
Sometimes you can get very, very stuck
Which makes you a horrible annoyance
As you start to moan about how you ****
Making those around wish for your penance.
You go crazy, grumbling technical words
Gazing into space, losing yourself there
In the world of code- it’s just plain absurd
To anyone who’s sadly unaware.
But soon you figure out the hidden glitch
Buried between long complicated lines
Like a tailor, you repair the wrong stitch
Weaving marvels from virtual quarantines.
Alas! Not many try to understand
Ignorant about what just makes you tick
To them, code is a unique world so bland
It’s your paradise, glue to make you stick
You see patterns among random mysteries
You cannot resist killing viruses
Behind the screen lie your numerous victories
Humble and hard-earned are your calluses.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
brighter than a thousand suns...
Helicopters scud the night. Syllables penetrate deeply.
Mulch has no value. Fingers curled softly in sleep.
Style marks the spot. Weapons hidden beneath kilts.
Pinpoint errors. Know where you are. Charlie Parker got lost.
You're a little teapot. The cat ponders these things.
Glamour a kind of architecture. National Enquirer a house.
Her only idea disastrous. He entered from behind. Stealth.
Take it any way you want it. ****** distillations of poison.
Something longer perhaps? Squash blossoms lovely. Preferences.
Ferns are not intentional. He wants a mulligan. Sentences question.
Ahead engorged. The color purple. Glance. Not quite wet.
Humpty-Dumpty the primary archetype. Master Coder. Triple Helix.
If this gum be stale: do not chew it;
If you are a window: draw the blinds.
Or writhe in orgasms of meaningful.
Come along to Carthage and Burn.
~mce
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
The elementals are back.
to return us to the basics.
God remind us of our origins.
Who you created us to be.
The universe is concentric circles meeting,
dividing,
and building infinitely .
for His Purpose
Look to your conscience.
That still small space inside of you.
What is it, exactly?
I feel it
It is all you have ever known
cast out the past.
in all of it's meager, worthless ways.
were are here
to en light ten, to show the light in you.
to show you the way
to love
to joy
to success.
if you would only take down your umbrellas
take off your hates
your hats
god made you perfect
your body is a vessel for love
it is designed of and for only love
love your neighbors, they are your friends, your inspiration, your joy
your portal to all that is good and true
LISTEN
REJOICE in the power of word,
cast out your demons
clean your holy homes of god
and your body will be a beautiful poem of truth,
love
happiness.truth is
we dwell in heaven
open your eyes
use your REAL EYES
realize
the truth, the love
open your holy books
recognize the power
revere the power
God is one
god is us
god is in you and me
get together, honor his beauty
the trees, the leaves, the flowers, the grass the birds
*** creation
do the right thing
propel this towards beauty
propel this awesome love towards what it was meant to be
the past has no power here
it cannot compete with what we have now
no more
anger, hatred, jealousy, gluttony, evil, laziness, ignorance, deaf ears
because truth hears
look up, see the beauty
walk in grace
embrace who you are
you goddesses and gods,
you right hands of Jesus,
sacrifice your vice
you are not of this world
you are of god
and god only has the power to create
it is him who only creates
and now he is us, he is us taking the power back from darkness
to bring people to light
to bring people to love
to bring people to creation
rejoice, my friends, my brothers, my sisters, my mothers, my fathers, my grandfathers, the ancestors of your kin, the skin you are in is only because of him, because of his power
his mystery
his grand design has brought this thunderstorm of love
to cleanse us of all bad things
and only see good and light and love
we have wings
we have feet of flames that will banish demons
we have immeasurable power granted to us by God
and the holy spirit of love and life
you feel it inside of you every time you do good
every time you honor your good instincts you are honoring God
every time you feed someone hungry
every time you see a sad child and tell them a joke, a childs laughter gives wings to the angels
see it
believe it
you know it in your heart of hearts
it was built into you.
Honor it, bless it in everything that you do say and feel
honor the earth, the rainbows of light and love
we are coming for you
we will show you the true path
happiness is all there is
you dwell in heaven in all that is beautiful and true
open your eyes
you will see, my children, there is nothing to fear
YOU ARE SAFE.
YOU ARE LOVE.
Hey, men!
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
Chasing
A dream
That can be harder than it seems
There was a time
When I was Young
That I wanted to be
Just like my mom,
The cosmetologist
I grew up
And killed that dream
Because it doesn't pay well
Then I wanted
To be a famous musician
And play in a band
With all of my friends
and for some time I did
That all ended
When I reminded myself
That catching fame
Is like catching a star
Something so close
Can only be far
So I started to draw
My own manga
Started to write
My own stories
Knowing
No one would ever read them
Knowing
No one would ever care
Not once did I try to
Make a life from it
Because living out of stories
Wouldn't get me anywhere
So now I am to be
a medical coder
Chasing something that is
Not at all what I wanted to be
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC