The surface shimmers with reflections waiting for
my toes to merge with their own imagery,
then ripples wrap my aching arch before
I step into the womb of luxury.
A hedonistic lowering of limbs
is slowly escalated into bliss -
as water rises, reaching bathtub rims,
immersion aids seduction with its kiss.
My worry stains wash off and then dissolve
while warmth massages flushing, heated skin.
A careworn creature leaves as I evolve
into myself again, renewed within.
Such private pleasure is a joy sublime,
erotic moments soaking up the time.
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Friday, December 22, 2006
'Twas The Night Before Christmas - Computer Version (I don't know the author)
'Twas The Night Before Christmas - Computer Version
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
The computers were whirring; they never do stop.
The power was on and the temperature right,
In hopes that the input would feed back that night.
The system was ready, the program was coded,
And memory drums had been carefully loaded;
While adding a Christmasy glow to the scene,
The lights on the console, flashed red, white and green.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
The programmer ran to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway he flew like a flash,
Forgetting his key in his curious dash.
He stood in the hallway and looked all about,
When the door slammed behind him, and he was locked out.
Then, in the computer room what should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer;
And a little old man, who with scarcely a pause,
Chuckled: "My name is Santa...the last name is Claus."
The computer was startled, confused by the name,
Then it buzzed as it heard the old fellow exclaim:
"This is Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
And Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen."
With all these odd names, it was puzzled anew;
It hummed and it clanked, and a main circuit blew.
It searched in its memory core, trying to "think";
Then the multi-line printer went out on the blink.
Unable to do its electronic job,
It said in a voice that was almost a sob:
"Your eyes - how they twinkle - your dimples so merry,
Your cheeks so like roses, your nose like a cherry,
Your smile - all these things, I've been programmed to know,
And at data-recall, I am more than so-so;
But your name and your address (computers can't lie),
Are things that I just cannot identify.
You've a jolly old face and a little round belly,
That shakes when you laugh like a bowl full of jelly;
My scanners can see you, but still I insist,
Since you're not in my program, you cannot exist!"
Old Santa just chuckled a merry "ho, ho",
And sat down to type out a quick word or so.
The keyboard clack-clattered, its sound sharp and clean,
As Santa fed this "data" into the machine:
"Kids everywhere know me; I come every year;
The presents I bring add to everyone's cheer;
But you won't get anything - that's plain to see;
Too bad your programmers forgot about me."
Then he faced the machine and said with a shrug,
"Merry Christmas to All," as he pulled out its plug,
"And to all, a good night!"
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop,
The computers were whirring; they never do stop.
The power was on and the temperature right,
In hopes that the input would feed back that night.
The system was ready, the program was coded,
And memory drums had been carefully loaded;
While adding a Christmasy glow to the scene,
The lights on the console, flashed red, white and green.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
The programmer ran to see what was the matter.
Away to the hallway he flew like a flash,
Forgetting his key in his curious dash.
He stood in the hallway and looked all about,
When the door slammed behind him, and he was locked out.
Then, in the computer room what should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer;
And a little old man, who with scarcely a pause,
Chuckled: "My name is Santa...the last name is Claus."
The computer was startled, confused by the name,
Then it buzzed as it heard the old fellow exclaim:
"This is Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
And Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen."
With all these odd names, it was puzzled anew;
It hummed and it clanked, and a main circuit blew.
It searched in its memory core, trying to "think";
Then the multi-line printer went out on the blink.
Unable to do its electronic job,
It said in a voice that was almost a sob:
"Your eyes - how they twinkle - your dimples so merry,
Your cheeks so like roses, your nose like a cherry,
Your smile - all these things, I've been programmed to know,
And at data-recall, I am more than so-so;
But your name and your address (computers can't lie),
Are things that I just cannot identify.
You've a jolly old face and a little round belly,
That shakes when you laugh like a bowl full of jelly;
My scanners can see you, but still I insist,
Since you're not in my program, you cannot exist!"
Old Santa just chuckled a merry "ho, ho",
And sat down to type out a quick word or so.
The keyboard clack-clattered, its sound sharp and clean,
As Santa fed this "data" into the machine:
"Kids everywhere know me; I come every year;
The presents I bring add to everyone's cheer;
But you won't get anything - that's plain to see;
Too bad your programmers forgot about me."
Then he faced the machine and said with a shrug,
"Merry Christmas to All," as he pulled out its plug,
"And to all, a good night!"
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HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS (by Chet Raymo)
HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS
(by Chet Raymo)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except father's mouse.
The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,
As father did last-minute Internet shopping.
The stockings were hung next the modem with care
In the hope that Santa would bring new software.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of computer games filling their heads.
Dark Forces for Billy, Doom II is for Dan,
Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa had been sent out by mom,
To santa@toyshop.northpole.com -
Which now had been re-routed to Washington State
Where Santa's workshop had been moved by Bill Gates.
All the elves and the reindeer had had to skedaddle
To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.
After living a life that was simple and spare,
Santa now finds that he's a new billionaire,
With a shiny red Porsche in place of his sleigh,
And a house on Lake Washington just down the way
From where Bill has his mansion, and the old fellow preens
In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans.
The elves have stock options and desks with a view,
Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.
No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums
Will be under the tree, only compact disk roms
With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive,
From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.
More rapid than eagles the competitors came,
And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too,
Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you're all of you through,
It's Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist,
It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist -
Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf,
And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.
Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's theme,
And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream.
To the top of the NASDAQ! To the top of the Dow!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!"
And mum in her 'kerchief and me in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The whir and the hum of our satellite platter,
As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky,
The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy.
As I sprang from my bed and was turning around,
My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.
And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates
Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates.
And I heard them exclaim in voices so bright,
HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
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(by Chet Raymo)
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except father's mouse.
The computer was humming, the icons were hopping,
As father did last-minute Internet shopping.
The stockings were hung next the modem with care
In the hope that Santa would bring new software.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of computer games filling their heads.
Dark Forces for Billy, Doom II is for Dan,
Carmen Sandiego for Pamela Ann.
The letters to Santa had been sent out by mom,
To santa@toyshop.northpole.com -
Which now had been re-routed to Washington State
Where Santa's workshop had been moved by Bill Gates.
All the elves and the reindeer had had to skedaddle
To flashy new quarters in suburban Seattle.
After living a life that was simple and spare,
Santa now finds that he's a new billionaire,
With a shiny red Porsche in place of his sleigh,
And a house on Lake Washington just down the way
From where Bill has his mansion, and the old fellow preens
In black Gucci boots and red Calvin Klein jeans.
The elves have stock options and desks with a view,
Where they write computer code for Johnny and Sue.
No more dolls or tin soldiers or little toy drums
Will be under the tree, only compact disk roms
With the Microsoft label. So spin up your drive,
From now on Christmas runs only on Win95.
More rapid than eagles the competitors came,
And Bill whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now, ADOBE! now, CLARIS! now, INTUIT! too,
Now, APPLE! and NETSCAPE! you're all of you through,
It's Microsoft's SANTA that the kids can't resist,
It's the ultimate software with a traditional twist -
Recommended by no less than the jolly old elf,
And on the package, a picture of Santa himself.
Get 'em young, keep 'em long, is Microsoft's theme,
And a merger with Santa is a marketer's dream.
To the top of the NASDAQ! To the top of the Dow!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away - wow!"
And mum in her 'kerchief and me in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The whir and the hum of our satellite platter,
As it turned toward that new Christmas star in the sky,
The SANTALITE owned by the Microsoft guy.
As I sprang from my bed and was turning around,
My computer turned on with a Jingle-Bells sound.
And there on the screen was a smiling Bill Gates
Next to jolly old Santa, two arm-in-arm mates.
And I heard them exclaim in voices so bright,
HAVE A MICROSOFT CHRISTMAS, and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
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Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Saint Nichola
Santa is a woman who is dressed up and disguised,
I wonder why no one before has ever realised.
It's obvious if you consider all the preparation
That goes on every Christmas eve in almost every nation.
A woman deals with details, understands a child's list;
A woman won't forget the date, no presents will be missed.
Prove Santa Claus is really not a Nicholas at all?
What man that shape would dress in red when going to the mall?
Saint Nichola replies to all who send her Christmas mail
And that's a skill that's womanly, at which most men would fail;
And look at Santa's workshop where those male elves hang out-
Not many men would want his reputation: gay and stout!
Another circumstance that points to Santa being 'she':
Those reindeer have retained their racks for all the world to see-
A man would surely, long ago, have shot each trophy deer,
A woman's capable of planning for the coming year!
And even if a male Santa had a flying sleigh,
He'd soon be lost, pretending that, of course, he'd find his way,
He'd blame it on his compass making Southern Pole corrections...
If Santa were a male, he would never ask directions!
And as for stockings! Surely now, confusion must be gone,
A man would never notice one unless it was still on.
An empty shapeless knitted sock would hang loose and unfilled
Unless he was a business man but then we'd all be billed.
Devotion through a stormy patch is one more quality
That's seen when looking at time honoured Santa history.
Commitment is too much to ask for many men it seems
So Santa must be feminine, or else it's all pipe dreams!
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I wonder why no one before has ever realised.
It's obvious if you consider all the preparation
That goes on every Christmas eve in almost every nation.
A woman deals with details, understands a child's list;
A woman won't forget the date, no presents will be missed.
Prove Santa Claus is really not a Nicholas at all?
What man that shape would dress in red when going to the mall?
Saint Nichola replies to all who send her Christmas mail
And that's a skill that's womanly, at which most men would fail;
And look at Santa's workshop where those male elves hang out-
Not many men would want his reputation: gay and stout!
Another circumstance that points to Santa being 'she':
Those reindeer have retained their racks for all the world to see-
A man would surely, long ago, have shot each trophy deer,
A woman's capable of planning for the coming year!
And even if a male Santa had a flying sleigh,
He'd soon be lost, pretending that, of course, he'd find his way,
He'd blame it on his compass making Southern Pole corrections...
If Santa were a male, he would never ask directions!
And as for stockings! Surely now, confusion must be gone,
A man would never notice one unless it was still on.
An empty shapeless knitted sock would hang loose and unfilled
Unless he was a business man but then we'd all be billed.
Devotion through a stormy patch is one more quality
That's seen when looking at time honoured Santa history.
Commitment is too much to ask for many men it seems
So Santa must be feminine, or else it's all pipe dreams!
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Santa's Workshop
The elves are rushing to and fro
And in and out across the snow
In mass production? No, no, no!
Here, toys are made from go to whoa
There's just one elf per toy and so...
Poor Santa's workshop is too slow
For 'though they rush about a lot
And elves are always on the trot
The elves take ages with each toy
And Santa needs a speed-up ploy
For time a-plenty he has not
A long 'good children' list he's got
Now, elf toy-making is an art
To change his ways might break his heart
So Santa watches every part
And Santa wonders where to start
In up-ing his production chart
For current methods are not smart
It's mass production that's the key
But how to help those elves to see?
So Santa said to one he'd watched
"Please show me parts that you have botched"
Of course the elf would not agree
No imperfection could there be
But Santa's hopes would not be slayed
"Show me the BEST part you have made!"
Then Santa called all elves he paid
"Please, stop your work!" Down tools they laid
Then gathered 'round him, elves so staid
"You'll tell me of your skills?" he prayed
The elf toy-makers all spoke out
Each elf preferred one part about
The process more than all the rest
Each elf declared one step the best
"Assembly lines will work, no doubt!"
Said Santa with a joyful shout.
But Santa failed to modernise
His elves all worked with bored, blank eyes
To make one part was so unwise
Now favourite skills each elf denies
The factory lie-up met demise...
"Back to basics!" Santa sighs
I hope this lesson none ignores
Give robots all the work that bores
For elves and people need more scope
Invention, challenge, vision, hope!
But unlike elves' imagined chores
We're the rebels without a Claus...
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And in and out across the snow
In mass production? No, no, no!
Here, toys are made from go to whoa
There's just one elf per toy and so...
Poor Santa's workshop is too slow
For 'though they rush about a lot
And elves are always on the trot
The elves take ages with each toy
And Santa needs a speed-up ploy
For time a-plenty he has not
A long 'good children' list he's got
Now, elf toy-making is an art
To change his ways might break his heart
So Santa watches every part
And Santa wonders where to start
In up-ing his production chart
For current methods are not smart
It's mass production that's the key
But how to help those elves to see?
So Santa said to one he'd watched
"Please show me parts that you have botched"
Of course the elf would not agree
No imperfection could there be
But Santa's hopes would not be slayed
"Show me the BEST part you have made!"
Then Santa called all elves he paid
"Please, stop your work!" Down tools they laid
Then gathered 'round him, elves so staid
"You'll tell me of your skills?" he prayed
The elf toy-makers all spoke out
Each elf preferred one part about
The process more than all the rest
Each elf declared one step the best
"Assembly lines will work, no doubt!"
Said Santa with a joyful shout.
But Santa failed to modernise
His elves all worked with bored, blank eyes
To make one part was so unwise
Now favourite skills each elf denies
The factory lie-up met demise...
"Back to basics!" Santa sighs
I hope this lesson none ignores
Give robots all the work that bores
For elves and people need more scope
Invention, challenge, vision, hope!
But unlike elves' imagined chores
We're the rebels without a Claus...
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Thursday, December 07, 2006
Haven't used my webcam in years, or msn
The days of webcam conversations
seem so 'way back then'.
I've used one with net meeting and
Yahoo and msn.
But all this year in education
there's been lots of hype
about the programme used with phones,
the free one that's called Skype.
I have avoided getting it and
thought so what? But now
I'll need to use it with a class
and download, practise how...
The end of another long day, just watched Stargate Atlantis, now checking email.
Just look at me, I'm drooping here
this hot December night.
The day was sweaty, rooms too close
and now I feel a fright.
The air con in my PC suite
cannot defeat the heat,
it seems to squirt out hotter air
so coming home's a treat.
I do not have an air con here
or even use the fans
but lots of trees surround the house:
Reverse 'piration-trans'.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Got a Library fine for $14
Reading too much as usual. Great escape.
The library is where I go to find the books I need;
escapism is how I cope, my form of gobbling greed.
The library is where I go to find the books I need;
escapism is how I cope, my form of gobbling greed.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Acid tongue..and throat and oesophagus
A stomach lining is important when
you want to eat and run. 'Though reflux burps
are pitiful and do debilitate
with sickly churns, it's dignity that hurts.
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you want to eat and run. 'Though reflux burps
are pitiful and do debilitate
with sickly churns, it's dignity that hurts.
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Sunday, November 12, 2006
Cairns rainforest. The challenge of the chase through a life where jungle chokes,
paints a purpose in rich hues like amusing masterstrokes.
In the heedless rush for prizes, whether matter, or of mind,
sacrifices are ignored and supporters left behind.
When we follow in pursuit, honing hunting crafts, we thrill
to a tutor's guidance, leading, in degrees, towards a skill.
When the hours are compressed into moments while we strive
with intensity, we know rainbow chasing is alive.
For the challenge of the chase may be lust to consummate
but insatiable desire can't deny more targets wait.
Technology
Last night a friend rang, bored;
her sons had all gone out.
We went and saw as Kiwis scored
in rugby league... it was a rout.
But I loathe sport and drank my wine
too fast. The giant plasma scene
was clicked to 'Jaws'... (just as 'fine')...
and so we talked of TV screens,
of USB, watched photo shows!
The TV switched to our last trip
to Cairns, Australia. Then I chose
a few to keep. A memory chip
(or flash drive/ memory stick)
was in my purse, to their surprise.
I get a kick
to seem prepared and techno-wise.
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her sons had all gone out.
We went and saw as Kiwis scored
in rugby league... it was a rout.
But I loathe sport and drank my wine
too fast. The giant plasma scene
was clicked to 'Jaws'... (just as 'fine')...
and so we talked of TV screens,
of USB, watched photo shows!
The TV switched to our last trip
to Cairns, Australia. Then I chose
a few to keep. A memory chip
(or flash drive/ memory stick)
was in my purse, to their surprise.
I get a kick
to seem prepared and techno-wise.
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Friday, September 29, 2006
holidazed
It's been a week of holidays,
sitting 'round and being lazy,
feeling down 'though that is crazy.
Checking out wall-mounted screens
of LCD. A TV seems
a way of focusing my dreams.
Planning kitchen alterations
(still four years before creation)
but I am feeling 'change' starvation.
Eating fat free foods all day
Lying-in, then rowing. Grey
hair touch ups. Library books. Dog play.
Leather furniture calls to me
and everywhere I go I see
another purchase that won't be.
Is it Spring that muddles minds
while sitting soaking hot sunshine?
Indecisive, sipping wine.
I just can't sit still long enough
to be unwound. Easy life is tough
when having no demands is rough.
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sitting 'round and being lazy,
feeling down 'though that is crazy.
Checking out wall-mounted screens
of LCD. A TV seems
a way of focusing my dreams.
Planning kitchen alterations
(still four years before creation)
but I am feeling 'change' starvation.
Eating fat free foods all day
Lying-in, then rowing. Grey
hair touch ups. Library books. Dog play.
Leather furniture calls to me
and everywhere I go I see
another purchase that won't be.
Is it Spring that muddles minds
while sitting soaking hot sunshine?
Indecisive, sipping wine.
I just can't sit still long enough
to be unwound. Easy life is tough
when having no demands is rough.
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Monday, August 21, 2006
Ball photos
The ball, which is an annual thing
and where we drink and have a fling,
went quickly so 5 hours seemed
like one and any dancing dreamed...
so now I'm spending equal time
searching photo thumbs online
wasting lovely warmth and sun
looking for that whole group one...
Though it was such a drunken night
my search can't end in pix delight.
But on I click through glamour gowns
and monkey suits and posing clowns
and these are just the formal shots,
another thousand wait of sots
all dancing, twirling, clinging: candid
pix of flab, of lower standard...
I might see sights of my disgrace
My memory hasn't any trace...
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and where we drink and have a fling,
went quickly so 5 hours seemed
like one and any dancing dreamed...
so now I'm spending equal time
searching photo thumbs online
wasting lovely warmth and sun
looking for that whole group one...
Though it was such a drunken night
my search can't end in pix delight.
But on I click through glamour gowns
and monkey suits and posing clowns
and these are just the formal shots,
another thousand wait of sots
all dancing, twirling, clinging: candid
pix of flab, of lower standard...
I might see sights of my disgrace
My memory hasn't any trace...
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Sunday, July 30, 2006
Photo storage online
I spent some time last weekend, joining online photo places:
like photobucket and yahoo, so we can share our faces.
I set up user names and sent up sample pix
and made up lists of what to do then emailed all the chicks
and guys who have a camera. They all have photos too
and in the past I had to ask for copies then I'd do
the webpage making and upload those pix and pages for them.
Now they're expected to upload their own to share and store them.
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like photobucket and yahoo, so we can share our faces.
I set up user names and sent up sample pix
and made up lists of what to do then emailed all the chicks
and guys who have a camera. They all have photos too
and in the past I had to ask for copies then I'd do
the webpage making and upload those pix and pages for them.
Now they're expected to upload their own to share and store them.
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Sunday, July 23, 2006
Cairns
We've been to Cairns and now returned
to winter rain and cold.
In Cairns the freeze had been adjorned
but drizzling rain was bold.
I thawed. I shopped. We drove a lot
we saw the cyclone damage...
the roofs and palm trees had been lopped.
I wondered how they manage.
We took a cat out to the reef,
Great Barrier Reef - Green Island.
And there we climbed into, beneath
a boat, to 'sub' and see sand.
The jelly fish were stingers so
we chose to not go snorkling,
instead we rode another boat
the kiwi host was chortling
about a whale they'd seen the day
before we went: a white one.
We'd seen a dark one on the way,
though humpback, not the right one.
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to winter rain and cold.
In Cairns the freeze had been adjorned
but drizzling rain was bold.
I thawed. I shopped. We drove a lot
we saw the cyclone damage...
the roofs and palm trees had been lopped.
I wondered how they manage.
We took a cat out to the reef,
Great Barrier Reef - Green Island.
And there we climbed into, beneath
a boat, to 'sub' and see sand.
The jelly fish were stingers so
we chose to not go snorkling,
instead we rode another boat
the kiwi host was chortling
about a whale they'd seen the day
before we went: a white one.
We'd seen a dark one on the way,
though humpback, not the right one.
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Saturday, July 08, 2006
Holidaze
It's been a week of sleeping in til noon;
reading books with magic in and googling
on gems and crystals. Buying moon-
stone in a point, jade and jasper, lapis earrings...
I've packed in preparation for a flight:
we're off to Cairns and sunshine; sanity.
I've googled things to do. We might
be tempted. And I've faked a tan in vanity.
It's been a week of waiting, holding on
to nothing-ness and knowing life's no song.
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reading books with magic in and googling
on gems and crystals. Buying moon-
stone in a point, jade and jasper, lapis earrings...
I've packed in preparation for a flight:
we're off to Cairns and sunshine; sanity.
I've googled things to do. We might
be tempted. And I've faked a tan in vanity.
It's been a week of waiting, holding on
to nothing-ness and knowing life's no song.
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Mental Murmurs
The image I am conscious of maintaining
is crystal gazer, past the cluttered now
to vistas worth some sacrifice attaining,
impelling action short-sight won’t allow.
I tell myself to smile, find an angle
where challenges are welcomed for the growth
they will engender. Spider-like I dangle,
spinning; watching others try; or both.
The image I regret that I’m projecting
is side-lined, warning fliers of some traps.
the webs I weave must teach while they’re protecting
my charges and myself. (Too much perhaps.)
I tell myself to look for what is working
- despite the problems I would like to solve –
and use it to avoid the pitfalls lurking
in paragon critiques. Skills will evolve.
The image I hope others will remember
is inner motivation that inspires.
That urge to find a way: creation’s ember.
Unique but also stoking other’s fires.
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is crystal gazer, past the cluttered now
to vistas worth some sacrifice attaining,
impelling action short-sight won’t allow.
I tell myself to smile, find an angle
where challenges are welcomed for the growth
they will engender. Spider-like I dangle,
spinning; watching others try; or both.
The image I regret that I’m projecting
is side-lined, warning fliers of some traps.
the webs I weave must teach while they’re protecting
my charges and myself. (Too much perhaps.)
I tell myself to look for what is working
- despite the problems I would like to solve –
and use it to avoid the pitfalls lurking
in paragon critiques. Skills will evolve.
The image I hope others will remember
is inner motivation that inspires.
That urge to find a way: creation’s ember.
Unique but also stoking other’s fires.
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
Green screen
When others take the long-laid bait
and plan to make short films, it's great.
When I am asked to instigate
the green screen setup I can't wait
to try out software, get a take
on how it works and then update.
I love the way I make my fate.
I love the way need fills my plate.
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and plan to make short films, it's great.
When I am asked to instigate
the green screen setup I can't wait
to try out software, get a take
on how it works and then update.
I love the way I make my fate.
I love the way need fills my plate.
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Sunday, April 23, 2006
Rolling Stones
Rolling Stones in Auckland - Easter Sunday
Yes, they rock. The crowd was 60 thousand
someone said. The screen was huge, and so I saw
his lips, his string-bean belly making history.
A concert - rock- I've never been to one before...
thought I only knew one song. But I was satisfied
and sang along with plenty more.
He cavorted, tiny action doll in shiny shirts
below the screen. The lighting show was jaw-
dropping, matching him in energy.
I used to fear self-induced hysteria. Bore
that I am. Judging from my cloud
with rabbit-minded logic. It made me pleasure poor.
Yes, they rock. The crowd was 60 thousand
someone said. The screen was huge, and so I saw
his lips, his string-bean belly making history.
A concert - rock- I've never been to one before...
thought I only knew one song. But I was satisfied
and sang along with plenty more.
He cavorted, tiny action doll in shiny shirts
below the screen. The lighting show was jaw-
dropping, matching him in energy.
I used to fear self-induced hysteria. Bore
that I am. Judging from my cloud
with rabbit-minded logic. It made me pleasure poor.
A Good Book (Villanelle)
I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.
Our memories combined as she confessed
between the lines, where time is redefined.
Her thoughts are mine and our emotions bind
us closer than true soul mates. I'm possessed.
I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.
Her essence flows through me and I'm aligned
to heartbeats pulsing hope within her breast,
between the lines, where time is redefined.
I weep her joy, experience in kind
the pleasures she discovers; I'm her guest.
I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.
I sob her pain and agonise, resigned
to facing fate as life somehow digressed
between the lines, where time is redefined.
As pages turn, more cameos unwind
but I can only guess at all the rest.
I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind
between the lines, where time is redefined.
Diz
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Our memories combined as she confessed
between the lines, where time is redefined.
Her thoughts are mine and our emotions bind
us closer than true soul mates. I'm possessed.
I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.
Her essence flows through me and I'm aligned
to heartbeats pulsing hope within her breast,
between the lines, where time is redefined.
I weep her joy, experience in kind
the pleasures she discovers; I'm her guest.
I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind.
I sob her pain and agonise, resigned
to facing fate as life somehow digressed
between the lines, where time is redefined.
As pages turn, more cameos unwind
but I can only guess at all the rest.
I'm lost and found in her; we've merged in mind
between the lines, where time is redefined.
Diz
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Saturday, April 22, 2006
The Art of Conversation (sonnet)
The art of conversation withers when
the workplace fills with challenge. Theories aired
are well researched: Ten roosters crow, a hen
just quickly pecks the eyes from ideas shared.
Do leisure ladies practise repartee?
Are fitness walks and coffee mornings rich
with wit-inciting lingual artistry?
Or is their surface chatter nouveau kitsch?
Do web-based messageboards and email lists
provide a salon conversation pit?
Discussions written lack the nods and fists
or pearling eyes that glimpse an idea's grit.
Who'll learn the fencing skills to parry friction
performing in arenas of conviction?
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the workplace fills with challenge. Theories aired
are well researched: Ten roosters crow, a hen
just quickly pecks the eyes from ideas shared.
Do leisure ladies practise repartee?
Are fitness walks and coffee mornings rich
with wit-inciting lingual artistry?
Or is their surface chatter nouveau kitsch?
Do web-based messageboards and email lists
provide a salon conversation pit?
Discussions written lack the nods and fists
or pearling eyes that glimpse an idea's grit.
Who'll learn the fencing skills to parry friction
performing in arenas of conviction?
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Friday, April 14, 2006
Easter
Good Friday was good. The house is cleaned,
my bag is packed and the chocolate fiend
inside me unwrapped and ate a marshmellow egg.
2 hot cross buns were warmed just right
and tomorrow we're catching an aeroplane flight.
We'll spend the day in Dunedin. Got eggs
to give my son when we tour his unicol home.
On Sunday we fly to Auckland. We roam
the country this easter, like rolling stones.
We'll see them in Auckland at Western Springs
then drive 6 hours, for Easter brings
my daughter to visit us. Poor travelling bones....
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my bag is packed and the chocolate fiend
inside me unwrapped and ate a marshmellow egg.
2 hot cross buns were warmed just right
and tomorrow we're catching an aeroplane flight.
We'll spend the day in Dunedin. Got eggs
to give my son when we tour his unicol home.
On Sunday we fly to Auckland. We roam
the country this easter, like rolling stones.
We'll see them in Auckland at Western Springs
then drive 6 hours, for Easter brings
my daughter to visit us. Poor travelling bones....
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Thursday, April 06, 2006
Questions (pantoum)
Love the questions in your mind.
Wallow in them, Wonder 'Why?'
Answers drift until confined.
Let the questions stretch and sigh.
Wallow in them. Wonder why
your brainstorm only helps you ask.
Let the questions stretch and sigh.
Scratch the itch beneath the mask.
Your brainstorm only helps you ask
more questions - find a place to start.
Scratch the itch beneath the mask:
gather facts. (Subdue your heart.)
More questions! Find a place to start,
take an open-minded view,
gather facts, subdue your heart.
Questions undermine... Renew.
Take an open-minded view,
ignore habitual compromise.
Questions undermine. Renew
your purpose. Let them energise.
Ignore habitual compromise,
answers hide behind knee-jerks.
Your purpose? Let them energise;
between the facts, an answer lurks.
Answers hide behind knee-jerks.
Answers drift until confined
between the facts. An answer lurks:
love the questions in your mind.
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Wallow in them, Wonder 'Why?'
Answers drift until confined.
Let the questions stretch and sigh.
Wallow in them. Wonder why
your brainstorm only helps you ask.
Let the questions stretch and sigh.
Scratch the itch beneath the mask.
Your brainstorm only helps you ask
more questions - find a place to start.
Scratch the itch beneath the mask:
gather facts. (Subdue your heart.)
More questions! Find a place to start,
take an open-minded view,
gather facts, subdue your heart.
Questions undermine... Renew.
Take an open-minded view,
ignore habitual compromise.
Questions undermine. Renew
your purpose. Let them energise.
Ignore habitual compromise,
answers hide behind knee-jerks.
Your purpose? Let them energise;
between the facts, an answer lurks.
Answers hide behind knee-jerks.
Answers drift until confined
between the facts. An answer lurks:
love the questions in your mind.
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Sunday, February 26, 2006
ICT Conference in Rotorua
I travelled to Rotorua and spent
the last few days a-gog. I went
to see how ICT has changed
and found e-learning re-arranged.
Exhaustion dogged me. Workshops full
of eagerness and ideas. Pull
me, prod me, it's all great
but no one mentioned what the state
of e-devices is - might be -
Instead I learned of Inquiry.
A model we have thought about
and now I'm keen, there is no doubt.
The keynote speakers touched upon
computer software, cameras. Gone
was any other mention
(although some websites got attention).
It shows how far we've come along
the road of digital sing-song.
Now we're recognising tools
as useful... but our teaching rules.
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the last few days a-gog. I went
to see how ICT has changed
and found e-learning re-arranged.
Exhaustion dogged me. Workshops full
of eagerness and ideas. Pull
me, prod me, it's all great
but no one mentioned what the state
of e-devices is - might be -
Instead I learned of Inquiry.
A model we have thought about
and now I'm keen, there is no doubt.
The keynote speakers touched upon
computer software, cameras. Gone
was any other mention
(although some websites got attention).
It shows how far we've come along
the road of digital sing-song.
Now we're recognising tools
as useful... but our teaching rules.
GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS
AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS
SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE
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