Cloudy, With Low Chance of Rain

Posted in Simply Poetry

“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Cloudy, With Low Chance of Rain

Sometimes,
When it shines
It may also rain
In the skies
Onto the plane

You see,
It may be,
That the gods dined
Spilled some wine
Despite the weather fine
Not out of spite
Or us to smite
But just because the bright
Of the sunlight
Hit their eyes
The hand slipped
The chalice tipped
And the damage
Was done

Instead of whining
Of the gods’ fine dining
Just stand outside
With your mouth wide
And enjoy
The nature’s nectar
Maybe,
With a piece of cheddar
In this very fine
Weather

Ripples

Posted in Simply Poetry

“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Ripples

When it comes to you,
I am quite predictive
And yes,
Utterly and deeply committed
Even though,
I may feel a little conflicted

I know,
I am very addicted
Sometimes,
To the point of wicked
But only you,
My rippling dark brown liquid
Can make me
Totally uplifted

Which Way?

Posted in Simply Poetry

“Everyday life is like programming, I guess.
If you love something you can put beauty into it”
Donald Knuth

Which Way?

Should I have stayed,
Or should I have gone?

Which way was up,
Which way did the flow go?

Did I make the right turn,
When I should have taken left?

Was it a mistake,
Or was the end justified by the means?
Much may be at stake
Or so it usually seems

Did I read the sign correctly,
Or maybe,
It was just elementary?