I am so proud of my son
I am proud of the man he is growing up to become
I am proud of the respect he has when speaking to his mum
For his strength of character
And his words of wisdom
I love him –
My son, my firstborn, my prince
Tag poetry
Love Sonnet
My heart I ever grant to thee
From now until the end of time
Our lives ever twined shall be
Beating in perfect orchestral rhyme
I promise to hold thee in my arms
And kiss away thy daily cares
Away from any earthly charms
Precious vows answer all my prayers
And when we leave for a distant land-
That glimpse into eternity
We will venture forth hand in hand
For ever in holy matrimony
I thank thee for being at my side
My love will always be thy bride
Inspired by Another Voice:
https://tokillamimingbird.wordpress.com/2015/02/10/a-sonnet-for-jasmine/
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!
Betrayal
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
Being Alone
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
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?








