Day 17's prompt was to use a specialised dictionary. It's one of the more involved prompts, which is why I didn't get around to it. But I'm going to be using a dictionary of computer terms, specifically software terminology.
The Program's World
The algorithm no-one seesThe encoding most don't even realise
Is there, on the inside.
It may look bright on the outside
The application's GUI hiding
The inner workings, the code.
You never saw the programming language
Used to make even the installer
Let alone the actual program.
Each icon clicked
Runs hundreds of lines of code.
But it's all invisible.
That's why I like programming.
Sure, there's syntax errors,
Logic errors abound.
But you get to see the world
That's always there
But no-one ever sees.
The next poem, and the one for today is 'the sounds of home'. The problem with this is, I'm not actually an adult yet! I can't even make a good impression of it. So instead I'm going to write a poem about young childhood.
Silence in the Playground
Silence in the playground, silence in the streetsThough that's never true is it?
You swear you won't talk, when the teacher's out
But somehow when they leave, the chatting starts.
Playground, playground, playing in the playground
Jumping between tires, a rubber band across your back.
Skipping ropes, hula hoops, the french skipping rope
That no-one understands, so is turned into a train.
Sitting under the veranda, on a rainbow bright bench
Trading brighter stickers, with the exchange system
That seemed complex at the time, but less so now.
And, no I'm not trading that half unstuck one for a puffy!
Speed stacks, fastest on the playground,
When they weren't just collected up
To make the tallest tower, there ever could be
One cracked, but it was still worth it.
Silence in the playground, silence in the streets,
But that's never true is it?
Too much to do, too many games to play,
My only regret was leaving it behind.
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