When I was eighteen
My mother wrote a letter
Telling me how we don’t always
Say the things we want to say
But how everyday I made her feel
So very proud to be called my mother
Category poetry
Walking Away
I wish I loved you
And that we could build
Our lives together
But the love I felt
Has vanished in the wind
Carried away as though it
Weighed nothing at all, having
No value, I want to mould
My heart to be in tune with
Yours, my mind says go
I will be with you, but
My heart yells no-
I wish you peace, I wish you the
Life you could never have, I wish
You the love you would never feel
If I was by your side
Learning Java Through Poetry
After reading so many informative posts this morning (strokes, Sudoku, knitting, computer animation, shorthand, and many more), I thought I’d write my own. I’ll start with a poem:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Java is awesome
And so are you!
I learnt Java through Kathy Sierra’s Head First Java:
The reason why I loved it so much was because of the poetry scattered throughout:
And another one:
Of course, I never realized this at the time. They were mere snippets of the book that really resonated with me (Wow, look at all this poetry, it is so cool, awesomeness). I would write all my own verses to match the ones I’d read.
So here’s a quick tutorial on a first Java program.
The following steps are how to get started with coding.
Install Java on any computer. And then follow the steps:
1. Create and save MyFirstApp.java (included below). For beginner purposes this can be done in a notepad and not an IDE. In fact, we never had the luxury of IDEs when I studied “so long ago”. In the days before Google.
2. Compile to create a class file (MyFirstApp.class) (google it if you need details)
javac MyFirstApp.java
3. Run the app from the console
And here is how a sample .java file looks like:
public class MyFirstApp {
public static void main(String[] args) {
System.out.println(“I Rule!”);
System.out.println(“The World”);
}
}
It’s been suggested I never go into teaching, so I’ll write poetry instead:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I love coding
How about you?
Venom
Depth of Sorrow
The taking of the native child
My child is mine
Fruit from my womb
Ripped from his home
My son is gone
I will not live
I can not laugh
Give back my child
Stolen from me
The white man came
The white man took
Stealing my child
My love from me
No, Thanks
I like the earth
I like it just fine
Please don’t fly me
To the moon so high
Apple in my Bag
I broke the law of another land
A fresh apple was in my bag
Apple was green, it belonged to me
And no customs had been signed
I had no cash, I could not pay
The fine that was handed to me
I promised to pay, they said okay
Allowed me on my way
Time to leave, I paid the fine
But not within the week
The plane was there, I caught a glimpse
But my passport had been blocked
Do not allow, she must not leave
We will not let her go
I had to wait, I could not pass
Fresh apple had tied me down
Seconds passed and minutes too
My heart near skipped it’s beat
I had to sit, I had to wait
Until told that I could leave
Broken Rule
I broke a rule when I was ten
The world – it stopped it’s spin
Dad flew into such a rage for
His child doing such a sin
And ever since in every way
I try my best to live within
The rules that have been set-
I clench my teeth and grin
One Word Photo Challenge: Strawberry
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Strawberries are strawberry
And can be eaten too
I’ve Got Mail
If I had to choose
Between your words or writing
I would choose reading
To receive letters
Or to write is no hard choice –
Because I love mail!













