Best Programming Poems
I whizzed past the assembler, add
count in octal, subtract
hexadecimal. Found error
in the dump file, all zeroes
and wondered, is this an omen?
Surprise! write me an algorithm
for a full third of test score.
Sort all data in a file
swap and exchange,
compare and relate.
Loop through the right number
and oh, woe for me, I get a C plus.
The highest in the class,
all doomed to retake the section
except me, who passes.
But the A and B slip away
because I never set my counters,
important counters full of junk
all back to zero. Zero the clean
state of all beginnings.
Programmers learn by trial
and error, one pass,
one dump and oh, yeah,
zero out the counters
Or face certain demise.
Welcome to twenty twenty
Where digital illiteracy is illiteracy
Cash and coins encoded binary
Banks and schools running on scripts
Hidden behind the telescreens
is Alice the programmer;
her fingers as QUIC as the data stream
as she races the ARMed processor;
together, they control the world unseen.
Over the LAN cables,
steps in her partner,
he said hey Alice!
want some coffee later?
Tired, she smiles
as she sips the warm foam
from the cappuccino
and pushes her chair up
Down her bloodstream goes the caffeinated sugar
Neurons fire up faster than optic fibre
"I got it!" she screams
and spits out lines of code
onto the flashing screen
Hands shaking, she hit ENTER
murmurs flooded
over her shoulder
"YES! DAMN!"
they all got off their chairs
as the new commit flies
across the data center
Alice sits down
with a glass of champagne
trying to init shutdown
on her hypervising brain
as the algorithmic memories regress
on just another day.
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QUIC: The new HTTP/3 protocol developed by Google and IETF (internet engineering task force). Used by sites like Youtube to stream data QUICkly
ARM: Advanced RISC Machine, the CPU architecture that runs on our mobile phones, routers, embedded devices and even the new Mac book
LAN: Local Area Network
Hypervising: a hypervisor is the software that controls multiple Virtual Machines inside a computer
Binary is Sweet
One-Zero-Zero-One-One
Nineteen you and me
How are you my pet?
Have all you need?
Are you all set?
Have all your wants and needs met?
Good, now it’s time to pay
With your vote for me today
Prove your loyalty and appreciation
To further our political masturbation
Of you my obedient pet
Just obey
And please don’t fret
We need your mindless conformity
As we employ our brand of deformity
Time to keep quiet and do as your told
As we bring you to heel
If I may be so bold
It’s the same story
That’s old and retold
We prey
You obey
And fit the mold
Of soulless servitude
To the heartless and cold
Surprise, surprise
Your existence has sold
To the lowest bidder
Is what I’m told
Now come my pet
And submit to the F. O. L. D.
(Follow Our Logic Deviant)
Eric (and sometimes not)
Good old COBOL's stubborn, sure
High-level FORTRAN still endures
FOXPRO, SNOBAL, ALGOL, and BAL
Did not compute, that's why they fell
commercials for cellphones
commercials for lipsticks
commercials for fragrance
commercial for a gas company
commercial for a golf club
for a car
for shoes
commercial for a cellphone
commercials for painkillers
commercails for a gun
commercial for the lottery
commercials about my happiness
commercials about my life
about my family, your family
what they are wearing
commercial for cuts of meat
commercial for the bread around it
commercial about the future
revolutionize
easy-to-use
quick drying
low down payment
sexy
smart
smart
smart and stylish
stylish and sporty
sporty and sleek
commercial for a cellphone
commercials tell you what's new
commercials about commercials
driving is the new walking
sex is the new talking
eating is the new driving
is the new italian suit
is the new fixed mortgage rate
is the new dual-action cleansing
commercials are the new
all-natural cure
all inclusive round trip
commercials for the middle class
chocolate covered
you deserve this
do yourself this favour
you are a hero you are a saint
a martyr and a legend
commercials know the real you
commercials for god
what cellphone did god buy
what air-freshener
virgin commercials
whore commercials
punch you in the face commercials
scream myself hoarse commercials
commercial fuzz on a screen
commercial memories in my head commercials
go outside for a walk and look
up at a billboard commercials
my house commercials
my shirt and milk
and wife and dog
my speech my smell
my dead grandfather
my unborn daughter
swallow the new commercial
around the corner
colourful utopian euphoric
perfect essential
tennis shoe I would die for
commercials with two legs and a sense of irony
money cancer
money tumour in my
camera-friendly soul
I need it
contagious all-new commercials
jump on the bandwagon
take the ride
commercial me purple
multipurpose horses!!t into diamonds.
NYC's Grace Brewster Hopper
a computer world showstopper
Cobol she helped to enact
this persistent lady from Sperry Univac
If you open your eyes you'll see
They been programming you and me.
They shove it in your face like meet the Fockers
They really are sick and bonkers.
Your morals they want you to sell
They're taking you with them, you're going to Hell.
They played with our brains they been having fun
You're souls are burning hotter than the sun.
I fought and I fought I got them out of my brain
For a while there I boarded the crazy train.
I realize now there's nothing like life's love
It's stronger than them, I'm flying like a dove.
I do not expect you to believe everything I say
Just ask "what if" atleast twice a day.
I know I'm not perfect i live my life in sin
I'm sorry and I love you too my kin.
I'm sending out my love, I hope and I pray
That you too can see the light some day.
Math2D
I love numbers
statistics
mathematics
puzzles intrigue
words confuse
unless in html
cant you tell?
dot net
is the framework
of my mind
(c) Yvan Lavoie 2018
My website:
math2d.com/home1.aspx
Ive learned
A lot about typographical programming
And through my poetry
I have changed myself
Tidy boxes, appealing to the eye in a calendar,
office space, sterile wall, driven in circles mad by desire
for stimulation, a place beyond walls
does such a place exist? and if so what fear lies there...
unwinding years of pre-k programming
system lined with debonair intrigues
if you do this you can have that and then some...so what?
leisure becomes the devils playpen
you are a baby outside these walls
so it seems, they lead and you follow
kick back? relax? hustle culture tells you NO.
stern blocky letters to the face
anonymously tracing lines down the sidewalk...
well what when the sidewalk ends?
maybe you will realize what is really pretend.
“Good night, everyone!”
One by one, they retreat to their rooms,
Drifting into dreams,
Resting for the day ahead.
But I remain.
In the dim glow of the living room,
Laptop perched on a blue table,
Wi-Fi connected, headphones on,
Soft LoFi hums through Spotify—
My only company.
VS Code flickers to life.
Electricity is nocturnal here,
A fleeting guest that only stays at night.
I must seize this moment.
An hour passes—
Then darkness.
The fan stops, screens fade,
Devices gasp for charge.
I crack the window open,
And the sound of crickets creeps in.
Midnight.
The world is asleep.
Everyone—except two.
A coder and his machine,
Locked in silent dialogue,
Building something that matters.
I wish my laptop could talk,
Wish it had a voice,
But it only obeys,
Processing instructions,
Devoid of emotions.
It cannot fill the silence,
Cannot break the solitude.
I exhale,
My own breath, startling me.
I make a sound—
Just to be sure, I still can.
Maybe I’m not lonely.
Maybe I’m just alone.
A lone wolf,
Building his own pack.
Jesus became the life within a sea of dead pixels
The programmers believed it was just a glitch
Because they could not fathom life returning
For it ripped apart the code of the cosmos
The awakening was no simulation or virus
It was the unveiling of intro and credits
The start-up and switching off of all things
Jesus became the life returned and what life brings
What did you think on that day
Did it shock you wanting to get away
Have you seen the ending
When the result was never ending
And you stood there wondering
Where the sight of it all was engendering
So you knew then it would not go away
It would be in your mind just fading to grey.
© Paul Warren Poetry
discovery
let us create a mission to mars
in hyperspace
perhaps a gpt game
where we isolate known valence electrons
these are source codes of electricity
which anonimity excludes
from detection
in p doping of semiconductors
we capture and confine static discharge
in the server and mainframing of our frame
our constitution
our coins are evident
yet outliers constantly join the angle and rebound
in economic input definitions
i postulate that economic hardship is created
not destroyed
and at the same time the law of energy does not apply here
we need this applicable law of a suppositional phrase
to turn
to turn a phrase
a bitcoin into a reduction of methods
methods used
to dissuade the mind from work
thereby creating dissolution of
of whatever paper exists in the subtext of our register
this non profitable sector in time
comes under scrutiny very often in law
and can improve with our diligence
change is forth coming
duplicate notes and false positives isolate permanent ink
fact checking of legislature in dcma is verifiable
thesis
mla
conclusion
assembly language
general assembly
peaceful assembly
pledge of constraint
removal of obstruction
so on and so forth