Poems

My aptitude for focusing
(on distractions)
Would utterly overwhelm you

And there it is
Light at the end of the tunnel
It's visible
It's real and tangible and good
Yet at this sight
I find that I am overwhelmed
Seeing the end
Means seeing the span that remains
And that distance
It is too much to contemplate
So I look down
I see my feet in the darkness
I breathe deeply
I focus on taking a step
One simple step
Knowing that each small step adds up
That each propels
That together small steps are huge
More than a match
For any overwhelming span
These little steps
Will get me where I want to go
Out of the dark
To a point where I can look up
And look around
And not drown in the spectacle

How much further
Would humanity have progressed
If it wasn't
For all these godforsaken chores?
I'd probably
Be swimming in a lake on Mars
Whereas instead
I have to go to the store for
Frozen breakfasts

Why am I always so surprised
By APIs?
Why does the behavior I see
Lack clarity?
Why is it that what's written down
Causes a frown?
It seems that no one tested this
So much amiss...
Create, read, update, and delete
No real great feat
The docs contradict the response
With nonchalance
So what am I supposed to do?
Find something new?
The alternative could be worse!
Another curse!
I'll try to do the best I can...
But a wise man
He would probably go buy a shed
And raise chickens
Instead

Texture and tone
of space
of ignorance
of dearth
of vacancy
of gaps
of deepest sea
of sleep
of coldest cold
of want
of hidden things
of need
of savagery
of lust
of the shadows
of no light or warmth or knowledge
of all the ends
of last
Black

Gorgeous rainbow
When the wide spectrum converges
Something new forms
Much more than the sum of its parts
Brilliant and bright
No longer strictly a color
Dark's enemy
Bright white

So here we are
At the edge of the visible
There's more beyond
But such colors are not for us
We have limits
But there's a lot inside our lines
Much to play with
So many hues to see and use
Like my favorite
So bold it keeps my smile lit
Vivid violet

Such a vast sky
With clouds and birds soaring so high
And deep ocean
So alive with constant motion
Above, below
Such color wherever we go
Another hue
Won't do
So here's to you
Color
Blue

One tiny seed
Grows up
Grows left and right
Grows down
Grows all around
Grows tall
Grows far and wide
Grows new seeds for the countryside
Grows a long time
Grows wise
Grows and then dies
Green tree

A central force second to none
Beautiful sun
The brightest of all flying high
Master of sky
A toasty life-giving notion
Long explosion
An energy lending fellow
Glowing yellow

The passionate rage of nature
All consuming
It evolves into heat and light
A burning roar
Harnessed
Captured and bent
A gateway to technology
Tempting danger
Primal
Bright orange fire

A kiss
With tender lips
A sweet exchange where much is said
Those silent words
Hue of
Red

I built something
Now I stand on the precipice
Before release
Such a terrifying prospect
Will it take flight?
Plummet?
Or even worse...
Will those I built it for not care?
What once was mine
I will now share with everyone
Much can go wrong
But hard work and luck may unite
So now it's time
Time for my collection of fears
To be toppled
By hopeful possibility
Time to find out
What provocative thing comes next
Time at long last
To ship

It's all been said
Except
For what hasn't

So many splendid ideas
Are held captive
By those who fear to set them free

Self-imposed rules
Promises with so much promise
Yet so fragile
They bend and break effortlessly
But why is that?
Do we simply lack discipline?
Or do these keys
Not fit the locks we think they did?

What is the world
If not a huge ball of chaos
With a veneer
Of order and calm and peace and
Where is our strength
In the facade or the maelstrom?

Can a sunset contain such powerful beauty
That all would weep at such?
Or is there someone who would never shed a tear
No matter how sublime?

Snow
Is rain
That said "no rush"

The relentless march of time is
Not a surprise
The knowledge that we will die is
Not a surprise
The intersection of these is

When a thousand things must be done
Why does my brain
Urge me to do nothing at all?
Maybe it fears
The colossal weight of so much
Will crush me flat
Perhaps if I remind it that
Each task alone
Is of a manageable weight
I'd be able
To lift
One

One who disdains
The pains and perils of progress
Is left behind

If the error message is not
Clear and helpful
Where then
Is the true fault?

Sometimes when you create something
Like a poem
You think, "Nope, not publishing that!"
And then you frown
For you have to publish something
Perhaps this one?

A gracious host
Sets their Bluetooth speaker to pair
With anyone
But if they fail to turn it off
Sudden music
Is a surprising wake up call

Sunlight
Brilliant and bright
Born in the dense core of our star
It took tens of thousands of years of random bouncing to escape
Then eight minutes of cold freedom
Until landing
To show us what there is to see

Knowledge of possibility
Means just as much
As the laws that govern nature

The best thing about being sick
Is a parent
Or friend
Or your partner
Making sure you're taken care of
That's my focus
Not debilitation and pain
But love and care
(That and lots of television)

"Yes"
A word
With such power
One yes equals a thousand noes
Because each yes demands payment in renouncement and sacrifice
Each yes needs time we can't replace
So be careful
Saying
"Yes"

Roll a large boulder up a hill
Once at the top
Pushing is no longer needed
Instead you run
Giving chase with wind rushing by
And soon the hill
Once large and intimidating
Is behind you
So like gravity not helping
Until you crest
Motivation will not appear
Until you work

What if
I hurled my tasks
Off a cliff into the ocean
And instead of all this complicated tech stuff I just made art
Oh that's right I need to pay bills
Sorry ocean
No tasks coming your way today
Let's get back to
Functions
Variables
Objects
And APIs

Change
"No thanks"
Change is a must
"I hate doing things differently"
Change is inevitable and required for you to flourish
"But I'm so comfortable right now"
Change doesn't care
"What about–"
Change

Every day some time is wasted
Perhaps a lot
Sometimes there's nothing you can do
But typically
How much is really up to you

How can it work
How can I discover success
Where can I go
Where is triumph hiding from me
Will I find it
Will I have the strength to go on
What if I fail
What if the work is for nothing
Why can't I win
Why can't I have all these answers
I crave answers
I would be free with these answers
I could relax
No more questions means no more toil
No more struggle
No more pressure to move forward
No more effort
No more
Oh

I went in the bedroom to wake her
But she was dreaming
Her hand twitched a little and then a lot
A few more minutes

That fragile thing
Up high
The cat sees it
And knows exactly what to do
A gentle nudge
One paw
Crash

“The soup is hot”
Some will abide those words and wait
Others will not
For them the burn is the teacher

Fifteen days into these poems
Writers block strikes
This was quite inevitable
But luckily
Reflection reveals a way out

Every day we stand on the shoulders of giants
But are they giants now?
They were as flawed and frightened as we are today
They failed and succeeded
They built upon what their predecessors gave them
We build on their genius
They provided what we need to take the next step
And they provided more
Their faults provide us with incredible wisdom
We can take better steps
Our foundation can be their triumphs or mistakes
We can choose the best path
With what they gave us we can do better than them
We are the giants now

One
Penny
Doubled daily
Is a very quick path to wealth

With each step forward
It seems like I take two steps back
But I'm moving
And I have a great dance partner

What should it cost?
How much value does it provide?
What is joy worth?
How can you measure happiness?

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A shower knob turned one degree
Office chair height
Color
How a shirt feels
An extra tug on shoelaces
Display brightness
Kerning
Music volume
Details!
Some relevant
Some not
But it depends
On who is reading the poem

I've stared at it
I've given it a lot of thought
I've asked for help
I've watched the YouTube videos
This fitted sheet
Will not
Fold

The big white tent
Judges
A quirky pair
One dozen nervous and happy
The signature
Uncertain technical challenge
A showstopper
Mixing
Don't overwork
Proving
Patience is key
Kneading
Bye frustrations
Folding
Get those layers
Chilling
It has to set
Adorn
Steady your hands
Oven
Sit on the floor
Triumphs
Catastrophes
A pause to reflect on the rise
Style and substance
A nice irregular structure
Look at that shine
Oh no
Soggy bottom
Raw dough
Flavor comes through
It works
You pulled it off
Relief
Scrummy handshakes
Pure bliss
Considered deliberation
One is crowned star
But wait
One says goodbye
Tears of sadness and tears of joy
Weekend complete
But soon those remaining compete
So on your marks
Get set
Bake

Which of many steps is most important?
The first is the plunge
Nothing exists without a beginning
The last wraps things up
A journey in progress is not complete
And the steps between...
Some small, some large, some quite remarkable
Which step weighs the most?
Or is there a better question to ask?

A cat on the end of the bed
Aloof beauty
She knows nothing of rent and bills

What did you do today?
Who smiled?
Why?

What errand would stimulate creativity and foster joy...
Perhaps writing poems daily?
Hark, a website!

New year
So much to do
Yet I'm up late, writing poems