Best Program Poems
Vast sums of money
enormous chunks of time
All spent on losing weight ~
usually ruined by dinnertime
It's really quite easy
now I know that sounds cheezy
But here's the one thing that works, brother
Sell your car today, and don't buy another
You'll walk everywhere
have little time to spare
for banquets and luncheons
or to lie around potato chip munchin'
And even if this radical step doesn't work
you have my personal guarantee
I'll sell your car back to you for what you took from me
~ sure enjoyed driving it for free
Last Monday, 13,000 young people officially graduated from Hamas’ youth
paramilitary camps – more than twice the number of participants who graduated
from last year’s program.
Hamas’ government had something to celebrate this week – 13,000 graduates
from the Hamas youth paramilitary camps, designed to encourage Gazan teens
“to follow in the footsteps of the suicide martyrs.”
Ismail Haniyeh, the prime minister of Hamas, congratulated the participants at
the graduation ceremony. “This is a generation which knows no fear. It is the
generation of the missile, the tunnel and suicide operations” he said.
Program Sonnet
Integer, Parameter:: L=14, S=10
!L number of lines, S number of syllables per line
Character (Len=6):: Syl(L, S)
Character (Len=80):: Line (L)
Do I=1,L
Do J=1,S
Syl(I,J)=
! here is where you insert
! the poetic thought the computer
!cannot produce
Enddo
Enddo
Do I=1,L
Line(I)=Syl(I,1)
Do J=2,S
Line(I)=trim(Line(I))//trim(Syl(I,J))
Enddo
Enddo
! If you want a rhyming sonnet, start subroutine rhyme
If (line.eq.good) then
Keep
Else
Revise
Endif
Do I=1,L
Write (*,*) Line(I)
Enddo
End Program Sonnet
! October 16, 2018
! For contest all 'dim ones and zeros- A programming contest
! Sponsored by Brahn Bailey
looking for program
over flooded memory
thinning and cleaning
Dedication to Jazmine
I'm loosing hope
my heart is giving in
my mind is dying off
and its only been 2 days
since seeing you.
im going crazy
my heart hurts
without you
my soul
is in the fiery depths of hell.
it burns in 3rd degree
as I yearn to see you again
it destroys me when we can not contact
it kills me not hearing
your angelic voice
it deprives me
not feeling your love
not having your protection
I feel alone
so alone
The robot,
It is programmed,
Program: what to do,
What to see,
What not to see.
A system, follow the system,
Follow the trends,
Follow the people with the trends to know other trends,
Peep into their lives through imaginary screens
What is happiness: it is a state of…stop!
Reboot…
What is happiness: it is what the program says,
It is expensive,
Happiness is always out there,
Chase it,
Continue to chase it,
Forget what you have been told,
Happiness is not a choice,
It is not an emotion of what you feel inside,
No it is a reaction to what the program gives,
What the program says should make you happy
Morals are subjective because the program says so,
You have the freedom to do only what the system allows…stop, erase
You have the freedom to do what you want,
What do you want?
The program tells you what you want,
Social media love, not companionship,
Happiness enough to make a good instagram picture,
But not enough to make you feel enough,
No you cannot feel enough,
Because self-sufficiency means you can be happy
Without the booze,
You can smile without the camera in your face,
Because that will kill the system,
The system thrives on your self-doubt,
The system makes it all easy for you,
You are a robot; this is your purpose-program:
_Grow up, go to school, get a degree, get married, and retire_
That’s success in a sentence.
You are happy.
If you do not follow the system,
The program in you will malfunction
And the human in you will wake up,
Defying the system is being human…
Don’t be human: you are a robot.
Your life is a robotic systematized program
Be like all the other robots,
Wear the same clothes, talk the same way
Watch the same content…
Because you are all robots programmed with the same program,
Laugh and shame those who are different, who are not normal,
Because they do not obey the program,
Call them weird, strange, stupid.
Laugh at them until they also give in to the program,
Until everyone is the same,
Just like all robots should be,
The same.
So stand by while you wait for next instructions…
PROGRAM LOADING…
I'm utterly a hermetic swarm of chemicals.
Our atoms are uniquely spotted over medicals.
Inside every iota arise unique waves of strenuosity.
It is stunning since we're concerned not to see.
The intensity waves in the query are identical.
In each one of us?In the enduring genetical?
Hence, it is the idea of genuine humanity.
My inner being is made up mainly of vitality.
Our planet is a satellite girding a stellar body.
On a heroic endeavor as you rest adequately.
There's a compelling goal needs to echo left or right.
All is cautiously stowed to a programmed flight.
While lying in bed wheezing and having a dream
You'd be flabbergasted at the spots will redeem.
You'd have beheld the divine cores in their glory.
What might have ensued will stall you ever-lively?
The eternal truth, however, is a lot as well peculiar.
If you didn't foresee Earth is, in eternal fact, flatter.
There's a compelling reason that needs to unfold more.
It's superb that we didn't all fall on a live shore.
Written: April 22, 2022
Health Care Program
In and out of problems again had wormed
And after all of them had been confirmed
By the caliber of questions people did ask
That to answer proved to be quite a task.
If you had terminal cancer and in bed did lie
Were without any health program on to rely
What actions will you eventually have to do?
When death a disturbing picture just drew.
Suppose truth could no longer face or realize
How your terminal illness would traumatize
You as to many difficulties that must be met
While you became deeper and deeper in debt.
Those things that are fowl wish they were fair
And either Universal Health or Obama Care
No matter how poorly our lives have to end
On a health program is one we can depend.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
What do YOU call a second chance
a chance to see the sun
a chance to breathe fresh air
a chance to live on the outside with no room to share
a chance to not have to look over my shoulder
as I walk around
a chance to get it together
place my feet on solid ground
a chance to work for your government
without reminding me of the wrong Ive done
a chance to vote in the elections
for a politician whose already won
what do YOU call a second chance
a chance to get my life back that I have lost
why am I still out here in jail
while in jail I paid the cost
Yes I made a costly choice
and I paid with time
Yet Im still suffering
on the outside
about to lose my mind
Im out now but its like im still in
still being penalized for the crime my sin
why wont you let me make it
dont want to have to take it
then you say repeat offender
I say you are the hender
not blaming you for what I did
just wanna be a father to my kid
if you do something wrong you must suffer the consequences
yet im constantly reminded of these offenses
I want to change but you want me to stay the same
I wont let you win and thats my word in Jesus name
Charles Babbage
The full package
His invention tidal bore
Led to computers galore!
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2nd place: ABCD Clerihew - 4 Lines contest; Sponsored by Joseph May
this program failed....let's move over here,
their conscience can't comprehend in their hearts what's revealed,
the hand of God or the hand of man,
too superstitious to understand,
God moves in, and from, and to,
He can use anything he wants to,
to show us His love in so many ways,
our hearts change constantly everyday,
to feel, to love, to learn...we see,
in love, we can see God in everything.
I became a victim of the/
Government Psychic/
Operations Program/
With radionic and psionic technology/
The voice to skull is torture/
But, they can't break me/
They tell me to confess/
I refuse, I never done that/
They body possess me/
I will not give in/
They squeeze my liver/
They squeeze my organs/
Telling me to confess/
To things I never done/
I refuse to let them/
Silence and suppress me/
They lower my heart beat/
They lower my blood pressure/
They bring me to the brink of death/
I still refuse to give in/
They resort to voice to mouth/
I still refuse to admit/
To things I never done/
They body possess me/
So? I can do the same thing/
The feeling and emotions possession/
Are easy to fight/
The thought to skull/
Is easy to fight/
I thought we were the/
Land of the free.../
Program self for Elizabeth Wesley
So you need to overcome a weakness in your floor,
You don’t like what you’r e seeing , not any bloody more,
You are what you think you are, a body full of doubt,
But change the plan get up again, and toss that bugger out.
Your idea might be charming Jack, who can seduce the ladies,
So act the part chat up all tarts, sweet talk Grandma Sadie,
Here give yourself another name and say Jack is the best ,
At catching little floosies, he’ll have to take a rest.
So call yourself Jane the winner, who will not take defeat,
Speak of Jane the winner to everyone you meet ,
Act the part of winner Jane is waiting incomplete,
Until you bring her from the mind, obsession it is neat.
If you are taking coffee, don’t take cream cos Jane don’t hey,
Breathe winner in every second thought , obsession says you may,
Act the part of Carolyn who is really hard to beat, (poet)
Slot in the spot ya little grot , a winner you will meet .
If you believe in this new persona,
will it to have the changes,
your body has a new owner,
demanding, for what you now pray.
Don Johnson
Good evening Mr. and Miss America,
We interrupt your lives for the following foolishness that's in your hearing!
Your president has just ordered our young men to go to war.
Mothers are in prayer but not so much fearing
Of the unknown death that's over on the other side of the world.
The money is getting thinner like blood shed
But for only those who died that seems like it's in vain or something like that.
In cold blood they are dead
And the facts are just the facts
Or something you're going to hear or they let you hear....
I am sorry in taking your precious valuable time
On news, no such foolishness, you are hearing in your ears
But it's hard too dangerous to say what's truth or a lie or if it can be define
But some twisted definition not used by Webster in order to be clear
And yet they say we are the "un-intelligent ones!"
It's a shame that our young ladies are stripping for money
Instead of doing something meaningful in their lives than that thing
But rather do shameless acts for shameless dollars you see
Making money the "easy" way out is not the way to do it my friend.
And it's a crying shame that our your men won't pull these pants up
Instead of letting them hang down for all the world to see
Your dirty little under wears like dirty little secrets
And dirty little lies
And dirty little lives
Until soon that dirty ol' bastard
Is in the dirty gutter
With some dirty needle in their duty arms
Or some dirty rope
Is round their dirty necks.
So brother you MUST pull up
PULL UP those pants
Unbraid that nappy, nappy head
And get a damn job
Or go to school
And stay off the streets!
And now we return you
To your interrupted life
In this messed up world....
confounded, confused
cliffhanger, like a hangnail
unpleasant when there’s no icing
a program diet
stamping my feet
“it had a cult following”
who can resist the pie man
a charming, untouchable chap
quirky characters included
the one minute tell all
from the living dead
murder like a pie in the face
and the same is true
of American Dreams
made it to the chopping block
7/7/2018
Television shows: Pushing Daisies and American Dreams left me wanting more
Quirky things that confound and confuse me contest