Best Startup Poems
“She toddled in the mighty Duck
And almost never was”
Whether by design or luck
Or maybe just because
Summertime in Tennessee
So scorching hot and dry
The family thought a swim could be
Relief so we would try
While swimming came so easy
For most of us that day
But Mom was water queasy
So on the bank she lay
My friend and I, we swam like fish
In the deep Duck River
A day that would make you wish
This fun could last forever
My baby sister was so small
She could barely walk
She toddled and then down would fall
And jabbered with her talk
So Dad had moved into the deep
That’s when I saw it well
My sister ran without a peep
Into the Duck she fell
Momma screamed and I just froze
And out of sight she went
The muddy Duck would now propose
Another life be spent
My Dad had sprung to action
On hearing of the scream
He dived as a reaction
Into the muddy stream
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And many years would pass us by
She studied hard and long
Nothing was too tough to try
She never got it wrong
A Ph.D, and drug design
She makes the pills you need
If you were really in a bind
And needed meds indeed
She plays piano and reads the books
And knows so much inside
She sews and cleans and then she cooks
With logic as her guide
Accomplishments on every level
Complete and tried and true
But humble, never would she revel
In all that she could do
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He came back up and looked around
His eyes began to beg
He dived again and there he found
And grabbed her by the leg
Upside down he pulled her up
And water did pour out
And soon we heard her cry startup
Relief without a doubt
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Remembering that day and so
A blessing to repay
That was sixty years ago
But feels like yesterday
I sometimes think of all the luck
That happened just because
“She toddled in the mighty Duck
And almost never was”
I am out here on the strip.
Making men look at how I sway my hips.
I know many are in search of a relief (with)
No significant relationship in the mix.
No money
No sex
I have to take care of myself.
I am not just a piece ass out here.
Many I let pass by.
I am looking for the right guy,
In that I have a certain success rate on how I get paid.
The ones with the wife are always the smooth operators.
No money
No sex
I am not just a piece ass out here.
I am captivation of my existence.
Respite I felt, but then he stops to ask me was I available.
I said yes and asked what did he have planned.
His reply was a good time.
I smiled and these were my lines.
No money
No sex
I am not just out here as a piece ass.
I have to care for self.
Let’s go to my bordello to fulfill the rest.
This is my startup business.
Now, what's your name...
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Written December 21, 2015!
Silent getaway
Cold rain falls on the cover of life-death
Ice in the soul froze letters on startup
We departure silently in a memory route
The muse wounds in a last verse
Pages and tears and letters falling like autumn leaf
Sweet torture kisses of separation and rain and pain
It was summer in return there had tears and songs
The book is wet in a prologue the muse dies
COPYWRITE 2014
MaryAnn Buchanan
OCTOBER SUNSET
We love the dying light;
The sudden nature of the golden day.
Then watch the weightless clouds
Cover covens of moody hills,
Startup burning colors and
Stalk the trees to smolder
Under a slow burn that glows
Tints and frames designer eyes.
Behold!
Watch it tuck its red heart
Into the cold ground.
MacBook Air
My powerful MacBook my amazing MacBook it is the best of the best
It can be seen from miles away with the 500 Nits
I love the depth in the lightweight skinny screen
The color in the screen controls my eyes
The round silver edges, feel so good, I rest my palm
The silver metal and sliver trackpad
Satisfying to rest my thumb on
everything in one touch of a button, my amazing MacBook
The light up shiny keyboard that works on a touch of a button
I have the most power in my hands I can control the world
With a single touch my computer turns on the keys glimmer and I AWE with amazement
As it gives the information and connection I desire
The startup sound of the MacBook just delicts your ears
The light texture of the screen
Lifelike and non-pixelated
The round black keys that just feel so good
As my fingers Wizz away typing the coolers are hard at work
Making sure I continue to love the computer
All Eagles!!
There is a time in everyone’s life when Mother Eagle throws you out of the nest and either you fly or die,
All Eagles!!
There are times in your life where those closest to you make you feel like the worst person ever born.
All Eagles!
When you feel yourself plummeting to the ground at ever increasing speed and the only future you feel is your body splattered on the ground.
All Eagles!
When you lose all of your faculties and feel like there are little creatures crawling around in your body,
All Eagles!
When you are diagnosed with terminal and inoperable Cancer.
All Eagles!
When your spouse divorces you for your closest friend, and you have to see the two of them once a week as custody alternates,
All Eagles!
When the investors of your startup all decide to pull out, and the electric company threatens to turn your lights off if you don’t pay the utility bill,
All Eagles!
When you are plummeting to the ground, assured that your demise is upon you.
Feel it!
Experience it!
Be discouraged!
Be afraid!
This is natural!
But as you descend, and after you have mourned and grieved appropriately,
Reach within yourself and find this message:
“Little Eagle, I know that I seem like a cruel God to let you experience this.
But I have a plan.
This is not the end for you.
You were destined to fly.
But you are an Eagle, and before you fly you must fall,
You must fall with terrifying speed,
And you must feel like all is lost,
And when you let go of everything you thought you wanted out of life,
And you say to me, “God what’s next?”
That’s when you will feel the strength to spread your wings and sore!!
Little Eagle, I know it seems like there isn’t much more that you can try,
But don’t give up,
Because death is not your destiny,
You are created to fly!
Now do so!!”
Simple, Hot and Deep
An entrepreneurs creed
I learned this phrase from working with Trip Hawkins indeed
That's the key to a good consumer product
make it easy to navigate, sleek in design and just this side of crazy
Make it feature rich and customizable
Give the consumer the controls so it's not lazy
It's the fantasy of control that drives a consumers engagement and enjoyment, that relevant detail lost on many a developers deployment
As a producer I see it time and again
they get lost in bad interface and endless steps to get to the end
Trip isn't always right, he was responsible for the single button mouse on the MAC. And us experienced PC users make bawdy remarks about that and a few wise cracks.
But Trip is a genius and inspirational to boot.
And I listen intently whenever he opens that chute
Because the nuggets of truth and refined thought that pour out
are gold mine worthy, have no doubt.
Simple, hot and deep. Artimus (C) Susan Manley 10/05/2023
Daily morning birds chirp to wake me up
Sometimes they form a singing group.
Through the sylvan windows with teacup,
I enjoy the early morning tranquility to warm up.
Some mysterious noise from the setup
I made for the baby squirrel, which was grownup.
Oh!I forgot it and started posting poems on poetry soup
It was hungry and so it nabbed my bread and ketchup
I watch the smiling flowers and dancing trees in closeup
Such a venerable day to startup
Oh, God that you push Ctrl Alt Delete
Reboot with a clean startup
New direction unto many feet
Receive living water from your cup
Defragmenting this inside cluster
Causing confusion to run slow
Not to be delayed by filibuster
Scan the files which cause harm
That one might receive their charm
Within becomes a new glow
How shall we reach these youth
Being victims of misguided truth
Will they see darkness from all the wicked generations
And become One flock abandoning segregation
Reboot and rebirth of the promised spirit
To come out the dense thicket
: )
Working on Seattle and Italy's Cinque Terre' right
now. Just finished Seattle and am halfway through
the Cinque Terre' puzzle. Some of it's pieces are
rather faded though. You have to use picture of
puzzle on front as a guide.
I am also a poet. Would be interesting to take
one of my poems and make a puzzle out of it.
www.poetrysoup.com
I am in the top ten and have written over 8,500 poems.
Need puzzle of Serena Williams. Using portraits
as puzzles would also be a challenge. Declaration
Independence would also be a challenge as well
as Shuttle Artemis (15% more thrust) (produce
its own power and portraits of Astronauts and
Christa McAuliffe and others who were killed.
January 26, 1978. Mount St. Helens going off
and Kennedy being killed. Certain things stand
out in your mind.
was a race in space
America set the space
with style and grace
about read a book
cooling water from a brook
supports shook and shook
out in space was sent
same say it was worth a mint
around globe they went
soon take off and lift
straight as an arrow with no drift
God gave us a gift
has been way out far
critical and always are
like a shooting star
startup time was near
disappear from hemisphere
now no longer here
to pieces were blown
they will not leave us alone
now bare to the bone
In my Horn Haiku, you could shift
the first line with the last line. It
is in a 5-7-5 formulate with no
capital letters.
Have also sent this to some
other poets.
A flowing stream had inevitably given way.
To gently rest and recover in quiet splay.
Of the nectar stream of her fantastic brain.
Neural links coagulated on stale sustain.
Savor pulled loaves over a roaring fire.
Her leading center was a charcoal wire.
Thoughts went up in flames on the grate.
Darkened in a frigid kettle of fear innate.
Prudently, all that remained was her gold jewelry.
A contracted charm has been reduced to currency.
Expectation on a high wire; garrotte and tightrope.
The act of tearing her scrawny startup to rope.
In a frantic endeavor to cut off the unique string.
She felt frustrated over the bug that ensnaring.
Rudder than trigger, provoke,
incite..., voodoo curse
necessitating emergency visit
courtesy doctor Demento or his nurse
methought best to craft (airily)
nonsense sickle verse
yikes! maybe iamb
steadily getting worse
as poetaster wannabe,
which prognosis bodes ill
and p'raps best coon sitter
underwater basket weaving
enlist as water boy re: bucket
brigade for Jack and Jill,
hence imagine yours truly
amazingly gracefully dipping quill
within inkwell exerting intense utmost
control to keep right ting hand still
to pen employment
query expressing thrill
and natural born talent
to hand dill
you can easily envision me
balancing bucket fill
water atop noggin donned gone down
appellation trail resembling fountainhead
strengthening neck muscles till
yours truly capable
to shoulder and shrug Atlas
alas especially beneficial
in case arsonist kindles conflagration
preparation guaranteed courtesy fire drill
dashing hither and yon, to and fro
even at expense resembling
beetle browed fool on the hill
nonetheless earning reputation
continually increasing numbers
balancing full buckets with nary a spill
leaping lemur far and wide
globetrotting yawping shrill
excitement acquiring nonpareil skill
experiencing pride without prejudice
(nodding to ghost of Jane Austen),
perhaps launching startup Lil
Buck Kit Waters - drumming up business,
expanding, hiring, kickstarting franchise
oh... wealth estimated at least trill
yon, helping non antagonizing peep hill
drafting, modifying, updating... living will
in case I kick bucket unexpectedly
distributing liquid assets as good will.
An app on my phone says they’ll be snow tonight - we can expect .2 inches in New Haven. I can’t wait because where I come from snow is an event.
In Georgia, the mere suggestion of a snowflake in a weather report results in businesses closing, the freeway being blocked-off, and the entire city being evacuated.
Some poor, non-essential civil-servant is sent to his (or her) probable death in the cold, in order to try and startup the state’s single, neglected snowplow.
Reports of “snow” can provoke vicious, panic shopping for essentials, like Totino's Triple-Meat-Pizza-Rolls - known for keeping teenagers alive in weather-pocalypses.
As the snowflake is tracked-in by radar, wooden furniture is chopped up for strategic placement by the fireplace and beloved family pets are evaluated for their fur and nutritional values. Has Grandma really been pulling her weight lately?
These New Englanders seem completely nonplussed by snow, like republicans facing unnecessary death or the loss of American democracy. I think I’m going to video this.
Interesting fact: Snow actually falls from the sky. I know, it’s terrifying.
Runny mind
Where's the words, where's the ideas I can't find.
The memories coming, sometimes imaginative,
This escape of thoughts - is having me contractive.
The world seems more hectic,
I float upon the life I live,
I am floating, yet I'm still remaining poetic.
There's no hinges to hang onto,
There is nothing to undo.
Whenever I think, go back to earth,
My mind stumbles and faints, I loose breath.
It's something I hate.
It lies, that there's no neural path,
That there is something I lack.
Am I inside, a light maniac?!
The runny mind, fails to startup,
It's like it's in a constant nap,
Although I am fully up.
Sometimes I think, am I even alive?,
The objects around are so cold and far.
The people see me smile, but inside I am a scar.
I cannot lie, it's all an undone tie..
The time seems to just fly, while I, simply go by.
To understand me, who may feel this way?
I can't even remember. What did I just say?
Where is the key to unlock the steady mind,
So the words and the ideas I will be able to find.
My runny mind,
Please come back to being kind,
Seriously, quit pretending to be blind.
a place of peaceful rest
from cursing…reversed
in Paramount Plus
gun slinging verbiage —
trashing the Most Holy’s name
in Star Trek IV, Nimoy
was given his lines —
exposé of colorful language
not heard of in their age
now Picard is old
and the old returns
to the silver-lie-zed screen
screaming in our faces
like overdue feces
a species showing its true colors
unfortunately…throw in sex scenes too
nothing unimagined, nothing civilized,
only the dematerialization
of minds. And the startup
of this series…i’m yawning
nothing like the lively action
of the past. evolution seems
to be a blast from the past.
am i picking on Picard?
why call him JL,
when Jean-Luc
sounded so much cooler
ooh…ooh let me answer this!
it’s a prelude to disaster
of epic proportions
will mankind be saved this time
in the nick of time
the Captain’s apt to fail
his dog is “number one”
his predecessor in spot two
they are in doo doo
bring back a place of peaceful rest -
it’s paramount to reverse
the cursing, the death
of good old-fashioned fun
3/8/2022