In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”
I would choose berries,
Mango, melon, kiwifruit,
Grapes and ripe cherries
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Multiple Me
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Clone Wars.”
The first of me would write poetry
The second of me would be a Mum
Or maybe the order of those would be
Swopped around, leaving the third of
Me to work in Information Technology
And the fourth of me to project manage
The multiple versions of Me – one, two and three
Not Quite Wall to Wall
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”
Purchased in Africa
This painting inspired me
To create a sanctuary
Of peace and serenity
Ode to a Weaver Bird
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/cupids-arrow/
Oh how I do love the sheer beauty
Of thy sweet harmonius singing
Each day welcoming me gently awake
Thy songs sounding in melodious
Harmony filling my awakening senses
With the peaceful serenity of the
Joy of hearing the essence of thy
Beautiful being. Oh! Dear bird.
I watch from afar as thou weavest
Thy nest, one thin thread at a time
With absolute precision of the finest
Toolmaker that ever lived, mastery
In all its perfection, weaving in and
Weaving out, creating thy home from
From nothing but nature’s ware and
Thy finest talents. Oh! Dear bird.
With patience unending, for when thy
Wife is summonsed to inspect and
Ruthlessly tears apart the nest
Oh how I my heart breaks for thee
And I watch as thou wouldst take
Another twig, from the dawning of the
Day till the setting of the daily sun
Thread by thread. Oh! Dear bird.
And finally when thy home is built
And eggs are laid, I watch in awe as
Thy family is raised, always caring
Always busy, filling nature’s need
Nature’s worker, Elegant, golden bird
And when thou would rest, when there
Are spare moments to admire thy
Beauty, I catch my breath. Oh! Dear bird.
The magnificence of thy golden chest
As it takes each breath to form
Magical notes leaves me breath-
Less, my heart is in awe of thy
Starkness, perfected feathered wings
Opening to take flight as thou wouldst
Leave thy home and fly away venturing
Forth into the world. Oh! Dear bird.
Sliced Bread Haiku
The best thing since sliced
Bread is a bread maker to
Bake fresh home-baked loaves
Vuvuzela
I felt the distance in my heart
The year my son turned seven
And my daughter became four
When so many countries united
To blast their sounding vuvuzelas
While the teams ran onto the field –
Running onto the land of my birth
With sadness, I watched from afar
Memory Lane
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Transporter.”
I couldn’t choose between
Who’s the Boss and Three’s Company,
Family Ties or Charles in Charge
So found them all
(Throw in some banana yoghurt and
Milk in glass bottles)
And for a real trip down memory lane
Guess who is in town?
My Year 4 teacher (when I was ten)
Am seeing her tomorrow-
Thirty years later!
Just a Girl
I can climb mountains
I can swim seas
I can work and I can
Earn, I can be
Independent, and need
No-one at all, but when
The day is done
I am just a girl
Needing to be loved
By a boy like you
Letter from my Mother
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
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?
Poems and Petals 