Gimme a minute...I'll come up with something.

My hardware lies languishing on the bench,
the processor slot empty and bereft,
The micro waits it's fill of juicy code,
A purpose, a destiny, chunky crunchy op codes!
The thrill as five volts surges into the circuit,
Hardware and software work as one...ahhhh
Flashing Leds and whirring pumps,
Oh man, I love this job.

Del

...yeah, but it was the squirrels fault
Del

Time, he explained, is the prime factor l

Governing human advancement ;l

The heart of measurement is time ;l

Measurement is the blood of science l

(copied)

Line 2, I meant processor socket

Extremely touching and thought provoking!! I found this beautiful Aussie Summer poem and thought it might be a comfort to you. It was to me and it's very well written; I hope you enjoy it because it's the best piece of English literature I've seen in quite a while.... 'An Aussie Summer ' a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre.........................................................................................................................Sh1t, It's HOT !

Johnny was a chemist.

Johnny is no more.

What he thought was H-Two-O

Was H-Two-S-O-Four!.

To a Locomotive In Winter

THEE for my recitative,
Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining,
Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive,
Thy black cylindric body, golden brass and silvery steel,
Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides,
Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance,
Thy great protruding headlight fix'd in front,
Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple,
The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack.
Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels,
Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following,
Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careening;
Type of the modern--emblem of motion and power--pulse of the continent,
For once come serve the Muse and and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,
With storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow,
By day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes,
By night thy silent signal lamps to swing.

Fierce-throated beauty!
Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music,thy swinging lamps at night,
Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all,
Law of thyself complete, thine old track firmly holding,
(No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,)
Thy trills and shrieks by rocks and hills return'd,
Launch'd o'er the praries wide, across the lakes,
To the free skies unpent and glad and strong.

Walt Whitman (1876)

UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE

I AM a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow.
Night and day I keep singing--humming and thrumming:
It is love and war and money; it is the fighting and the tears, the work and want,
Death and laughter of men and women passing through me, carrier of your speech,
In the rain and the wet dripping, in the dawn and the shine drying,
A copper wire.

Carl Sandburg

Thanks for the contributions bpO1.

I feel obliged to offer one of my own: Dream Screen

There once was a man,

With wires in his head.

And all that he dreamed,

Came out on a screen,

At the end of his bed.

RSD

P.S. I'm working on one, but ain't quite finished it yet. The Dream Screen is one that has been posted on CR4 before, and it ain't quite happened yet, but people are working on it.

Does science include natural science or only technology?

This one has to do with learning.

Hang Glide

Half-honed skills

Still worthwhile

Flight feathers

Boned like a reptile

The Home

Food, water, fire.

The upside down tent.

The rightside pot.

Daddy makes a path in the Memphis grass.

I follow for love.

No end in sight.

No care.

All daylight and growth.

Awe and wonder, and innocent ignorance.

Loving dogbrained.

I want that b***h.

If I build her a house, rent a room, or

Feed and entertain.

She'll hang around.

Where is my rocket?

The cave is all set up.

I arched the opening.

Now they want to live outside?

Dammit, my back hurts.

Okay, Okay.

Back down to by the ocean. Homes on stilts.

"Hey Honey, I'm off after fish."

"Hey Honey, I'm intent on Plastics!

What? "Whatever."

All wars are over women.

Women like land.

Concrete appeals to them.

The galley is too small.

"Honey we have to move the kitchen outside."

"Why!" "You're a great cook, but you don't know how to quit." all chickens need help.

"The pigs are coming!, the pigs are coming!"

"Awk, Wak, Awk Awk Wak!" "It's a Boy! Now We Have A Name!"

Norman thinks insurance is odd. Norman built a tent outside the cave and Sue wandered into the garden looking for concrete.

The crows arrived and had a sing along with the myna birds singing bugs, bugs, we like to eat barbecued bugs!

Then there was the telephone.

Two poems - Astronomy:

Trammeled Star

Fallen into immanence

Dark heart fused

Being compressed

Fuels the singularly blessed

In the brilliant wilderness

Mars Rising *

Deimos goes

beyond the god,

until Phobos falls into

his bright and heavy head;

heat lightning and thunder,

still no rain yet.

Turning sunspelled

upheld arms,

his central intention

and dry friction,

forceful expansion

tightens into emptiness,

trapping his companion,

stricken down spinning

out of six ways of darkness.

As long as she avoids him

she is as she was frozen;

she and her sister,

broken off substance

harder than the emptiness.

Attraction and pulling

stronger than her own bonds

exploding into powder;

out of cold heaven,

high on the impact,

bursts asunder

heat ensuing

melts water

falling faster

growing rounder

shining streaming

shears the planet

stirs his surface

reds his mud

cools him burning

rises hissing

cloaked and brilliant

unto heaven.

Dust cleared;

a keen wind carrying

a rainbow ring

around the world.

…

"When the lord is righteous, then the rain will come" (Hawaiian)

…

* Phobos (fear) Mar's near moon, is due to fall into the planet in some million years or so; thereupon becoming a ring.

Wow!

I'd sure love to hear you read.

Thank you. I have a feeling there are a number of "secret poets" who haven't responded here - the controversial Roger being one. "Fwee Wogew!" (Life of Brian)

Sorry to transfer a problem to this venue. I just thought I'd mention some common ground and lighten things up a little.

Changing the subject - women DO like land. This one loves it.

This one isn't quite up to date, but I like it anyway.

Dark Matter

The universe expands we know
As Hubble watches all things go.
The bubble grows but does not burst
From some Big Bang that happened first.

Since everything is leaving us
There is a question to discuss.
Does all we know just go away?
Or is it coming back some day?

The answer is, "It all depends
On how much stuff a Big Bang sends."
For stuff has gravity, some force,
That maybe could reverse the course.

And yes, the stuff is slowing some…
We don't know why, but we're not dumb.
It's just what ever it could be
That slows things down we cannot see.

Invisible we must admit,
And maybe there's enough of it…
Dark matter is, we speculate,
The stuff that may determine fate.

What's dark and yet more prevalent
Than all we see by light that's sent?
I think I know what could be there.
Dark matter must be Black Lab hair.

John H. Bidwell

That's a nice one, anyway.

Maybe the dark-energy push-of-war will win out over the dark-energy tug-of-war....

I am not familiar with the most recent findings/speculations. But I do remember virtual particles and Feynman diagrams. If such particles are scintillating into and out of existence throughout space, what contribution could this make to the dark energy/matter question? I don't know if there is any connection, and I haven't seen if the question has even been posed.

That was great Jaen, did you write it?

Thank you, yes. I see I got a GA on it - wonderful - it was written for 4th graders - maybe they got something out of it.

BTW. IF you hold 'shift' down when you hit 'C/R' ('enter' or whatever we call the big fat key on the right these days) you won't get the double line spacing (Of course you may have done it deliberately for presentational purposes...but my monitor isn't that big and I got words all over the floor)
Del

I pasted from Microsoft Word - I hate their autoformat and I also stuggled with formatting here. I didn't know how to undo the double-spacing - Thanks.

I have similar problems. I hate that thing that happens when it looks right on my screen, and shows up different in public when I hit submit.

Think we've done alright though for Poetry Month, so far. Leastways I did write a new poem. I probably will die with only one good one per year.

The first poem I posted had half as many lines from the source, but the CR4 editor changed it. I could not change it back. I have posted tables before, and it takes out all the spaces! Some pictures that show up in edit mode end up as a blank square with a red X in the corner. I have complained before to no avail. I wonder if Kris's suggection would have helped me with any of that. Thanks Kris.

Haiku -- poetry for those who can't rhyme and have short attention spans but deep thinking processes.

In all of Nature
Things blend to create a whole.
A machine is part.

Limerick - poetry for those who love to rhyme, have slightly longer attention spans, don't think as deeply, but often obscenely.

There once was a young engineer
Who tackled each task without fear;
Though insightful and bold,
His ideas never sold
As the instructions were never too clear!

Sonnet - a structured poem that rhymes and requires some thought to produce and appreciate. Well, at least it requires some thought to produce. Beauty being in the eye of the beholder, it may require too much effort to appreciate!

If I could just design something that would
Transmit a signal through the air around
The source with some information that could
Be used by some other device that found
Within that signal that which it needed
To perform some wondrous and needed task;
The receptor which my signal heeded
Would work and do and never need to ask
For that piece of data, information
Needed for the pressing task at hand, to
Do what must be done; for repetition
Or a job that's never been done, is new.
I dream not of things we already know;
I dream of a replacement for the radio.

Free verse -- Essentially beautiful prose, often rhythmic, which I can't write.

Amazing!