A lovely thing to see:
through the paper window's hole,
~ Yoshi Mikami Issa. (1762-1826). ~
alone, on the web,
drops of sensitivity
embrace an eyelash
~ Chris Spruck ~
In all this cool
is the moon also sleeping?
There, in the pool?
~ Ryusui. (1691-1758). ~
The haikus were taken from HAIKU for PEOPLE, they are not my own writings, but since they were inherently also talking about perl poetry, I thought of posting them here. I humbly hope I have not sinned.
Twas the night after Lulzsec and all through the web,
all my passwords were moving, every bit and octet,
The crackers celebrated my fail and despair,
while my company value dropped to 1 cent per share,
The PerlMonks were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of inbuilt security danced in their heads.
And I with my PHP tracings and dumps
prepared for some pretty bad bruises and lumps.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
There stood at the threshold with Laptop in tow,
A PerlMonk hacker, all ready to go.
I could see from the creases that covered his brow,
he'd conquer the crisis confronting him now.
More rapid than eagles, he checked my design
and started to delete each individual line.
His eyes were afire with the strength of his gaze;
no bug could hide long; not for hours or days.
A wink of his eye and a twitch of his head,
soon gave me to know I had no more to dread.
He pulled all of CPAN and googled for help,
i looked like a fool and tried not to yelp!
At last he was finished and wearily sighed
and turned to explain why my software had died.
I twisted my fingers and counted to ten;
PHP "security" had done it again...
"You have reached the Monastery. All our helpdesk monks are busy at the moment. Please press "1" to instantly donate 10 currency units for a good cause or press "2" to hang up. Or you can dial "12" to get connected directly to second level support."
I write Perl,
but not very well,
if I counted on XP,
I'd probably be in hell,
but isn't that what this is,
PerlMonks is a 'dive',
I've survived my own lies and somehow stayed alive,
post code or die,
put in effort and at least try,
I love my job at PerlMonks even when I get two votes and not five,
I've grown up wonders,
even though I rap better than I code,
but that's ok,
as it's something the whole world knows,
I love the criticism,
and the strong truth,
but isn't this why the newbs come here to you?,
they don't come for mental alignment,
they ain't here for psychologogal consignment,
they're here cuz the're newb's with haven't none,
of the laws of Larry's confinement,
we show them the ropes,
diligence instead of misappropriateness,
tell them we don't do homework,
but we don't condemn other monks importantness,
I'm a religion of sorts,
I'll slam what is disorted,
don't put down quality posts of monks,
of the time they've afforded of the quality they've reported,
but like hip-hop,
I'll smash you when all you respond with,
should be Considered and Aborted.
what have you done?,
you turned me from building developer,
into a network engineering thug,
but I've stuck by your side,
you're the only one who I stick by with glistening in their eyes,
to communicate in other ways,
but you update and portray,
how you'll love me anew each and every day,
as I stand crazed and amazed,
on your pipe I blaze,
those other languages mean nothing,
that's the truth of it babe.
For me it's you or nothing,
I dabble elsewhere when need be,
but you're the beauty queen,
who has forever captivated me.
called my ex-wife,
but she's stuck on prototypes,
she can't see,
I've moved on with my life,
I'd upvote that,
but I have no votes left,
it's like on PerlMonks,
there's nothing I can do,
wishing votes were up my ass,
but the lack of votes is what the Gods choose.
We state the well being,
of posts that are good,
some formatting that exceeds,
of what we consider crude.
Some we'd leave in the dust,
good questions be damned,
but I'm just a human writing Larry's English language.
We'll leave the formatting to rust,
but I trust,
as someone new in the game,
I've seen things portrayed,
while willing to bend the old ways,
I've read the FAQ,
and as soon as I hit the nine,
I'll consider with patience,
all posts with kindness in my mind.
Back in the day,
I was unable to say(),
I had to print() everything to find the err of my ways,
but things changed,
and now I can return(),
to the main() program of life,
where nearly everything burns,
I'm not rapping this on a mic,
I'm just writing to be free,
before I have to split(),
and perform other tasks that bore me.
So I grab my map(),
and put two and two together,
hashing into keys the locations,
that I can remember,
but I've %seen these places,
now what do I do?,
I pick a rand()om place that none of us have ever been to,
but the rules are strict,
I keep getting warnings,
something about being literal when I'm trying to be corny,
but I'm out of the ord()inary,
I'm a chr()acter in reverse(),
I know what Larry wanted,
but my linguistics are the worst,
this is freeverse,
I DESTROY()ed the English language,
I just hope I get eval()uated to true,
before I die() and then get laughed at,
but it isn't like that,
all I seek() is some closure,
I'm not an array of elements trying to get sort()ed into order,
I try to please for() each(),
it's like a disease,
I've thrown away all the keys(),
I write in these confinements,
it's a very strict type of squeeze.
The warnings teach me lessons,
correct my spelling and my messes,
but if Larry's crew would finish Perl6,
to my $madness I'd have methods.
- stevieb 20120409