This page offers a few favorite pieces that OldCoder wrote for,
or with, various associates.
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121201. Cooking Food.
This piece is by Loome, aka Harold and Rubidiun, and OldCoder.
1.
I did it!
I made food
I sat up
I went to the kitchen
2.
Near the stove
I grabbed a pan
to cook food on and
I cooked food on it
3.
I now have food, hot and ready
to be eaten
sitting near me as
I write this
4.
I will eat it soon
when it becomes suitably cold
because presently
it is too hot
5.
I can't eat it now
I will spend the time waiting
for it to cool
by talking to you
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160916. Black Wings Statue Sings.
The Doctor of Diamagnetism, aka Master Bismuth and MURB, is an associate
of mine from a FOSS project of the 2000s. He has the same birthday as I
do though he's about 25 years younger.
MURB said something interesting today. I told
him that it sounded like the start of a song. He immediately
tapped out a piece that I edited and here it is.
1.
I'm using my head for an ashtray
Neuronal deficiencies, redevelop proficiencies
Rhyme logistically, statistically
Bayesian or Frequentist...
2.
You can't do much to deny this juice
to categorize the moose
in your head where your cat used to be
before she died after 17 years of living so free
3.
World is cold, OldCoder
Alabama is a cold, cold world
even when it's hot
People come and go, life is ephemeral
Hang on to who you've got
4.
Struggle for ends and dividends
Fail at love a lot
Feel like a monk before he's cloistered
Last chance to have oystered
Vows of silence and poverty fill the mind
People are not kind
5.
Forever on the edge of never
Face the tedium to come
Your parents are you and you're the product
Never to be repeated
Time past is time gone
Like winter snow on summer lawn
6.
Our forebears linger on
Guiding us from within
Eons of genetic sin
Many whips to the ass make a young man old
If he's lucky, he'll still be bold
7.
I'm Mr. Business
When did I shift to shift-less?
I'm a living statue
I'll ossify at the moment of my greatest triumph
Ether will drip from my soul
Then I'll turn to granite
8.
Black wings will flap
Carry the statue with the winds
Strange authorities will be forced to chart the position
of the statue that reality rescinds
9.
Lands in front of parked cars,
dropping granite before them
disappearing from the police lockup
because it brings bad luck
Quack, WTF, says the wand'ring duck
10.
Anyway, it's a poem
Your poetry is excellent, OldCoder
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170327. The Lever Documentation Song.
This is a song that I wrote to celebrate the creation of a new
language, Lever, the one by Cheery in Finland.
