Mist is deliberate veil
Just to notice
If the eyes risk
Entering to meet
To greet and embrace
The face wearing
A dotted lace
Mulling to reveal
Knotted thoughts
Those plots
Of dense stories
Ivories of memory
Glory of the sun
We used to build up
From the point of
The startup
Until the plates and cups
Would get satiated
And the golden dust
of the pulverized sun
Would turn into
The moon of contentment
I know my dear
That won't happen
Because you're hesitant
At the very entrance
Of the mystery
Ignoring the filigree beyond
Waiting to dawn
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12 September 2025
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
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
: )
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
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.
When I took my pen, to jot down my feelings,
I was a bit hesitated, because’ my mind was yelling,
At me, giving its appeal, that
Is this possible for you to be so poetic??!!
But my heart was against my mind,
Giving me a sign for my proceedings.
With the high spirits in my heart,
I began to start, my poetic glimmer,
Sometimes, in a dilemma to start, or should I depart??
I eventually decided that I would set a benchmark,
With my penned sparks.
I started to put all my darker shades and the brighter too,
Starting with the two, later on few,
And still it continues….
I don’t want to be the sun or the moon,
Hoping, for at least to be the twinkling star among the many
unknowingly known.
Where I could feel that, now I am done,
As a receiver of love and appreciation,
In more Tons!!
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.
a fox runs up to me
and asks me for directions
i reply to old sly by shrugging
my shoulders and having a seat
the fox then lays down next to me
to watch the sunset and take in the
brisk morning air
lost in thought, we both say we ought
to get our individual movements going
and use our personal prayers as high premium
octane
partially inspired, we both get up like aging men
at the same time
i go my way and the fox goes his
in my mind, i am wishing for stronger achilles
tendons and eyes in the the back of my head
perhaps tomorrow morning i will say good morning
to a bobcat.....uhhhh.....on second thought and beyond,
i think i will hope to see the fox
that's right, it's monday, and my apprehension is also
running late
Life is not something to choose
if not getting the answer,
can get some clues...
Life has no such regulations and rules
like you have to follow every don'ts and do's
Life is an adventurous hue...
Just wake up the morning new,
tie up the laces of shoe,
and startup the journey,
to fulfill your dreams due...
© shardekhya
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.
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
Smallest thing do big thing
Everything is depend on confident
If you faith on you
You can make each dream come true
Understood the real thought
You have to touch whole of sky
Not only a smallest part
So make a start up toward your faith
Believe is your will power
May be victory knock your door?
And sky do shower of flower
Your wake up is your on soul
Don’t feel you are lonely
Try to put you on right trek
Your hard startup touch right end
So startup of a new day
Again do hope
She will appear
With her beauty of old Rome
The rhyme of aincient tune
Will turn the luck
Hope is sustain with awaking rise
One day she will follow me
With the rain of the life
My thought about holy dream
And beauty of the rise
Fallow up of someone needed
To develop my imagination
Imagination of her beauty
Do promotion of the thought
My life need a destination inside her heart
POET-ANURAG SHARMA
ADDRESS- DG-1 FLAT NO 27B
VIKAS PURI NEWDELHI-110018 INDIA
MO-8743082486, EMAIL- [email protected]
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
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!
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