I held autumn like an air
Of a cloak of understanding
Putting it on as one does a glove
To feel the warmth
Or touch of the velvet
And sinking into that
Autumn of love
In which leaves fall from
Winter wind chilled trees
And she like an autumn
Garden I have visited
Whose secret is safely hidden
Though I must search to find the key
Lies in wait at her gate
In the comfort of the dying
Of the year to greet me
Wednesday, 30 August 2017
Autumn Love
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Autumn
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Sunday, 27 August 2017
Robotic Love in Machine Code
Poems for Robots
Get Love
(Search library infinity AND Randomness)
Class a Love = TANx (costanx)^3x
Get Love y
Class b Love = (23 SIN y +11 Cosin y) / pi
Plot
Loop
Display
Find love
I, the me, the ghost in the machine
Eye to eye
Toe to toe
Columns, vectors
Matrices glow
It is has momentum
The speed of light
Love in an electron
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Cat Lovers
I can't answer why I love
I can't answer that
I can't come always when you call me
Like I am your cat
Still it's no use crying over milk that's been spilled
You thought I had nine lives well now
One of them is killed
You say I always land on my feet
I can't believe you say that
Each time that we meet
Well I've been prowling around and sniffing your flap
It's a wonder I found you out
Without a body map
But we are cat lovers
Scowling in the dark
Murmuring our pet names
Like an army of mice in a park
And I am always eating and sleeping
And you are always washing and preening
But that is why we are cats
I can't answer that
I can't come always when you call me
Like I am your cat
Still it's no use crying over milk that's been spilled
You thought I had nine lives well now
One of them is killed
You say I always land on my feet
I can't believe you say that
Each time that we meet
Well I've been prowling around and sniffing your flap
It's a wonder I found you out
Without a body map
But we are cat lovers
Scowling in the dark
Murmuring our pet names
Like an army of mice in a park
And I am always eating and sleeping
And you are always washing and preening
But that is why we are cats
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Suitors and Jumpers
I saw you on the high rise
The block of flats
The wind blew you sideways
You didn't account for that
I saw when you fell you pulled the parachute flap
But it did not open well
Much like your cat flap
Oh suitors and jumpers
It's charming the thumpers
That punch out your lights
When you try to alight
Upon a foreign window sill
And what of being a suitor?
The eyes are often traitors
To the soul
Well who could really tell
What he should surely sell
In order to buy a piece of her heaven
A fragment of a kind
A frog jumped into the pool
The lemon slipped off its rind
Like a dress
She felt the bitterness of his
impress
Touch her through her jumper
Though she fell like water
Of Victoria Falls
When this suitor jumped her
The block of flats
The wind blew you sideways
You didn't account for that
I saw when you fell you pulled the parachute flap
But it did not open well
Much like your cat flap
Oh suitors and jumpers
It's charming the thumpers
That punch out your lights
When you try to alight
Upon a foreign window sill
And what of being a suitor?
The eyes are often traitors
To the soul
Well who could really tell
What he should surely sell
In order to buy a piece of her heaven
A fragment of a kind
A frog jumped into the pool
The lemon slipped off its rind
Like a dress
She felt the bitterness of his
impress
Touch her through her jumper
Though she fell like water
Of Victoria Falls
When this suitor jumped her
Labels:
love,
love triangles
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
Bruton Castle poem readings
Bruton Castle
The Whimsical Wood reading at open mic nite 4th Aug 2017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtWjq83rJBY
The egg that rolled
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMF0SXP2Zkc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMF0SXP2Zkc
The Whimsical Wood reading at open mic nite 4th Aug 2017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtWjq83rJBY
The egg that rolled
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMF0SXP2Zkc
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fMF0SXP2Zkc
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videos
I like to write poetry and perform it at poetry nights. I've been writing some form of it since school years.
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