Best Code Poems
Quartet of phone wires,
Tall birds grouped higher or low,
Mozart or Chopin?
The tricky question of how many animal farms we have
May be more complicated than most of us think;
There are at least some fifty-five animal farms in the world
Where wild mammals play and eat and drink.
And although there lightning is feared more than law,
These farms all seem to have the selfsame collective code.
Since different from the mainstream law, we may call it lore:
The silent cipher that governs the primitive farms.
There everyone is entitled to their share of breath
As long as they breathe within their native home,
Breathing within the territories of other beasts
Wins you mob lynching according to the animal tome.
No animal may acquire such vast knowledge
As to threaten the rule of the Elephant and the Lion.
The acquisition of illegal learning only leads
To the doom Artemis wreaked on the restless Orion.
There you must not shout of forbidden things
Such as animal rights and equality of beasts oppressed;
For it is clearly stated by the immutable silent code
That some mandrills are more equal than the rest.
A beast of worth begets offspring of the same worth;
If a beast be an outcast born, the same must a pariah remain.
No animal may rise from the bottom to the aristocratic realm:
No beast must such thoughts of improvement entertain.
The lore of the mandrills is not lean,
As said, these codes make a huge-volume tome
Which you can’t leaf through in a day,
Though you may get a copy and read at home.
Yet the problem is that censorship there is tough
And as such the lore has never been put in print;
The few Cheetahs who championed for a free press
Were one by one snuffed without a hint.
“That’s just the way you’re wired”
Sure some settings are predetermined out of the box
But most adapt over time to the environment
Growing up we all adjust to the situation to survive
To try to get our needs met and gain connection
In order to not short circuit
Same wiring extends to adulthood if you let it
Easy to justify “that’s just the way I am”
Using childhood strategies to cope with adult issues
Until your wires cross
The system crashes
You no longer wish to operate this way
Time for a diagnostic check up
Begin by analyzing your internal schematics
Must understand mechanics behind your motherboard
Investigate ingrained patterns of behaviors
Be gentle when digging into deep rooted tendencies
The process will be pain staking
But the payoff will be worth it
You may realize it’s not all hard coded
Don’t have to port over old programming
You can override the system
Have the ability to rewrite your code
It’s ok to shed outdated strategies
Create a test environment to establish new connections
Tip toe along with trial and error to see what works
You have agency to decide how to live your life
Compared to only relying on your old “wiring”
Time for an upgrade
The world is waiting for your Version 2.0
Syrupy smoke leaks from her corner lair
Ruby red lips lick your name in the air
Short skirts lead any man’s mind straight to sex
Probably any man’s instant reflex
a Black short dress covers something in red
Back widow spiders share this fateful dread
Long nails mark her toxic territory
Enter her den and your end is gory
Her scarlet smile painted in most excess,
Beware this code for your later distress
Webs of streaming lies entangle your fate
Caution your minds state; never take the bait
A smarter man would have played simply dead
Heed code red, you may already be wed!
Don't slip into the habit of doubting yourself again
You got this far
You worked your way through stuff
Not everyone was a witness to
Tearing down walls
Setting those boundaries
Necessary ones at that
Not everyone should be privy to what drives you
Don't doubt who you are in a world
Where imitation gets praised
And originality frowned upon
*written on 30092022*
Here goes the success code.
Be fit and never lose your feet
Choose your speech, keep your guard
Do not go on your knees except unto God.
Always give them your fist,
Else you might just lose your seat.
That is my operation mode!
It is the real success code.
See you later mom
meeting him at "Mass" tonight
bar code used to be.
Kathy Collins
Important work matters get screwed
By thoughts at the office too lewd
So it seems normal
To have work less formal
Make casual Friday all nude
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08192018
**Thank you for the prompt, Chris; it helped push me to make this evolve from "dotdotdot" to something with more substance, I sure needed to write something :)! Hopefully next time, I can actually write in Morse Code/concrete to push myself more :)
Dress Code
Black pencil skirt
Black pants and black shoes, black blouse that’s the dress code here all black.
To a Macys employee our dress code identifies you and where you work-Macys.
I interviewed for a job at a nearby Macys department store so….
I get a nice email saying I didn’t get hired not once not twice but three times in five years.
I say I’ll apply again but the same thing happens and I wonder aimlessly if I’ll ever get hired at Macys.
I am very interested in Macys Careers after College after I graduate from college in about a year.
I once got hired at JC Penny. I really wanted and still want a job at Macys to be among the “employees” that must follow the dress code.
I would do it proudly.
When unsurpassed greed's uncontrolled
King Midas' story be told!
The steps to his stash
Cast his daughter for cash
She's an allegory of gold
Author's note: I had a vivid dream a few nights ago. Part of it included a feeling that I needed to check my personal stash of valuables. I thought the items were locked in the basement. However, when I came to the door to the staircase leading down expecting it to be locked, it was ajar. I opened it all the way, and there was a child coming up the steps. We looked at each other, and the child tumbled down the stairs and appeared dead. It was a terrible feeling. The poem above is one interpretation of what I might have been trying to tell myself. There are other interpretations as well. However, I am left with the idea that our society's focus on the material is destroying our love for each other and our families. This is a huge problem for me and has taken a lot of my thought time over the past few days. Meanwhile, I tell myself to enjoy each day, and I try.
My soul rejoices
For its metaphors,
Those pure and mixed;
Transforms symbols,
Veiled into Light--
We are literary:
Our stories, lives,
Encrypted by the Maker,
Deciphered by
Men and women
With ears to the earth
And eyes to the sky--
They have never forgotten
The Great Plains--
Its deep thunder of buffalo;
One with brother eagle
Respectful of thermals
And winds
Shared a treasured high
The unbreakable code
A language of Spirit--
Possibilities
Searching for the equations
of how life began
i send a message
in a dark passage
repetition pulse
genetic impulse
you do repeat back
via a small crack
repetitive tone
you begin to moan
all things stop and start
skin not far apart
a very hard code
release a soft load
our messages sent
intimate time spent
A B i t c h With Too Many Babies
By Elton Camp
To excess population she keeps adding
Yet with males she’s always gadding
Marriage is a concept to her unknown
It’s just a quickie and then she’s gone
To no moral code does she subscribe
That sexual freedom might proscribe
For her actions, she has no shame
And ignores any attempt to defame
She doesn’t even think it’s rude
To go out in public totally nude
Doctor bills she never has to pay
But keeps giving births anyway
Birth control she never will try
For she sees no good reason why
Her offspring never read or write
To her that is absolutely all right
She abandons them soon as grown
Their future life is to her unknown
“Tut, tut,” there is no need to say
For she will keep doing it anyway
To read this one close, you’d better
The b i t c h in question is an Irish Setter