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

You had my heart
Held in your hands
My life was yours to share
But what happened next
Cuts through my soul
Deep scars I cannot bare
We have to part, go on our way
Our separate lives to live-
All that’s left is my despair

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

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/silver-screen/

Being Alone

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I know
I will never hear your voice again
I know it is over, the love we shared
I wish it wasn’t so, I wish we could
Claim that moment back
Of loving and being
Of sharing and caring
But the feeling has passed
I need to be alone

Letter from my Mother

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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

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/proud/

Walking Away

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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:

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And another one:

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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?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/daily-prompt-2/

Venom

Smoky Air

Your words wrap around my heart
As your promises haunt my mind
Your deceit hangs like smoky air
Polluting my life with poisonous lies

Depth of Sorrow

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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

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/depth/