Well okay, I’ve got no idea how it was seen as good enough to publish. Frankly I wasn’t even writing poetry, I was zoning out during the poetry parts of one of my writing classes and ended up writing a vitriolic rant about a program I was developing instead.
Programmer
My digital better half refuses to appear
Her excuse is cryptic and unhelpful
“An unexpected error has occurred on line 306
Object Required: ‘First’”
I have created such a demanding girl
A capital O or the number 0
Makes little difference to most of us
But to her it is the end of the world
Like a spoiled soprano she will NOT work under these conditions
Will not even make an appearance to tell me what I should do
Just this never ending stream of esoteric notes
Telling me to look on line 306
But she really means the end of line 305
She’s far too impressive to dismiss
In fact she is essential to my construct of smoke and mirrors
And as a result to my self esteem and future
None hath beheld him, none
Seen above other gods and shapes of things,
Swift without feet and flying without wings,
Intolerable, not clad with death or life,
None hath beheld him, none
Seen above other gods and shapes of things,
Swift without feet and flying without wings,
Intolerable, not clad with death or life,
Insatiable, not known of night or day,
The lord of love and bathing and of strife
Who gives a star and takes a sun away;
Who shapes the soul, and makes her a barren wife
To the earthly body and grievous growth of clay;
Who turns the large limbs to a little flame
And binds the great sea with a little sand;
Who makes desire, and slays desire with shame;
Who shakes the heaven as ashes in his hand;
Who, seeing the light and shadow for the same,
Bids day waste night as fire devours a brand,
Smites without sword, and scourges without rod;
The supreme evil, God.
Cuttlefish are shy and elusive creatures; when necessary, they hide in their
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threads of science, religion, and news sites, where it feeds on the opinions
of those who are emboldened by the cloak of internet anonymity. Cuttlefish
is an atheist and a skeptic, and is madly, passionately in love with science.
:)
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Aliasalpha
April 26, 2012 at 11:35 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Err can a box be decalred a pocket? The only poem I’ve ever had published is in a box ready to go on a removalists truck
Cuttlefish
April 26, 2012 at 11:46 pm (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Here, Aliasalpha, that counts. Care to share?
Aliasalpha
April 27, 2012 at 9:46 am (UTC -4) Link to this comment
Well okay, I’ve got no idea how it was seen as good enough to publish. Frankly I wasn’t even writing poetry, I was zoning out during the poetry parts of one of my writing classes and ended up writing a vitriolic rant about a program I was developing instead.
lafranceprofonde
April 28, 2012 at 10:05 am (UTC -4) Link to this comment
A poem for a freethinker’s pocket
A. Swinburne 1837-1909
None hath beheld him, none
Seen above other gods and shapes of things,
Swift without feet and flying without wings,
Intolerable, not clad with death or life,
lafranceprofonde
April 28, 2012 at 10:12 am (UTC -4) Link to this comment
A poem for a freethinker’s pocket
A. Swinburne 1837-1909
None hath beheld him, none
Seen above other gods and shapes of things,
Swift without feet and flying without wings,
Intolerable, not clad with death or life,
Insatiable, not known of night or day,
The lord of love and bathing and of strife
Who gives a star and takes a sun away;
Who shapes the soul, and makes her a barren wife
To the earthly body and grievous growth of clay;
Who turns the large limbs to a little flame
And binds the great sea with a little sand;
Who makes desire, and slays desire with shame;
Who shakes the heaven as ashes in his hand;
Who, seeing the light and shadow for the same,
Bids day waste night as fire devours a brand,
Smites without sword, and scourges without rod;
The supreme evil, God.