Megha’s world Tuesday writing prompt “light”

Posted on February 26, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Bad rhyme, Colour, Fun, Humour, Learning, Light, Photons, Playing, Poem, Poetry, Power, Reflections, Rhyme, ScienceLeave a comment

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I wrote this poem in response to the prompt “light”. I am not sure how to do ping backs so I will put a link of it on Megha’s page. I am not sure if I’m doing it right. Anyway here is the poem:

Photons, floating through space

At breakneck speed.

Tinier than

The tiniest seed…

Particles or waves

Does anyone know?

It took scientists like Einstein

To try and show

That light is a constant

But only in space

In air it actually

Slows its pace

(slightly)

It pings and zings

It refracts and glows

Holograms shimmer

Insubstantial as mist.

Light is strengthened

and made to Lase

A coherent beam

That can burn and amaze

Light is part of the greatest equation

E=MC2 bright burst

radiation.

Predictive text poem

Posted on February 21, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Bad rhyme, Blogging, Computer, Digital poetry?, Fun, Humour, Playing, PoemLeave a comment

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It has to be done….write a mad poem with predictive text after starting with the words:

“This is a digital poem”…

creative business and making the evening

depending on the window ledge ,

the great Christmas angel was really interested

in speaking to the people sitting in the cold room

in the garden centre on Saturday

then panto rehearsal

this grinning cat is getting better

In future in the following year again soon,

the canal system ruining their paintwork

So what happens in the garden, the cat has escaped!

I’m just starting to block the cars in

the programme called countdown

when we first drew this

Christmas tree branches

making ordinary people pay for security guard

But it must have joined them, there are options ……?

Well that didn’t work out brilliantly, it’s difficult to predict what words will come out next. I’ve had to take out lots of @ symbols together with ‘ – ‘ and many badly spelled words. But you have to have a laugh sometimes.

Finding poetry

Posted on January 16, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Digital poem, Found poem, Fun, Humour, Playing, PoemLeave a comment

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Up until a couple of years ago I didn’t write poems. Then I came here and decided to have ago.

One way of generating words is to write a short sentence then hit the middle key of the suggested words in the spellchecker. Occasionally you have to try a few times if it comes up with a symbol or something completely unusable. Sometimes you get interesting results:

A found poem on my tablet,

what do I think,

So why was it fished?

if feathers cut

So why add sound?

So if typing

I’m The drawing

The quality commission,

The drawing was created

this was very sad

So what happens in the fridge?

I know this completely bonkers but I enjoy the surreality of it. X

Bye bye baubles

Posted on January 3, 2019 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Attack, Baubles, Cat, Christmas tree, Fairy lights, PlayingLeave a comment

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After a week of resisting temptations my cat decided to attack the Christmas tree last night. The round, glittery baubles just got too much for her. Before I knew it she was round the back of it and the whole artificial tree was shaking …. Rocking from side to side . Luckily I was next to it as it started to topple. I caught the top of it and hauled it back upright.

Now the tree is denuded of its colourful decorations, left with only a string of fairy lights and a few strips of shiny paper as a reminder that it is not twelfth night yet. I’ll put the lights on again tonight. ….

Hopefully the cat will have no reason to attack it again now the temptation has been removed….

Hiding under the tree

Posted on December 30, 2018 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Baubles, Cat, Christmas, Christmas tree, Decorations, Fun, Humour, Play, PlayingLeave a comment

Hiding under the tree, determined to shake the baubles free. Trying to use the plastic wrapped metal trunk as a scratching post.

Every so often she sneaks underneath, now the presents have gone, then stands up on her back legs – her front paws in the air, battling a glinting decoration, rattling the tinsel. A couple of times the tree has rocked and shaken like a fir in a tornado, almost, but not quite, uprooted from its three pronged stand.

Then out she shoots, scampers after a toy, a feather, a ball. The tree is forgotten till next time – then used as a hiding place, scratching post, and climbing frame in turn when she feels like it.

Twelth night will see the tree demolished and returned to its cardboard box home. What will cat do then?

Yes

Posted on November 13, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Blog, Fiction, Fun, Humour, Life, No problem, Playing, Poem, ReflectionsLeave a comment

Yes I love you

Yes I do,

Yes I married you,

Yes it’s true.

Yes we are happy

Yes I’m sure,

Yes don’t ask why?

Yes I said so….

Yes I’m angry,

Yes I’m annoyed

Yes it’s your fault.

No I don’t care.

No there’s no problem,

No it’s just words

No I’m not lying.

No it’s just playing.

Because it’s a poem!

Doodling digitally

Posted on August 27, 2018August 27, 2018 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Colours, Design, Digital doodles, Life, PlayingLeave a comment

Oh I do love swirling things about, colour, playing with shapes, to me this is fun. Like creating a painting, but digitally.

Subtle changes of colour and shading add depth, adding the alterations together give an idea of metamorphosis. All these can be created from a few apps.

I don’t know what digital art is out there, except for pictures created by David Hockney of digital portraits and the woods close to his home when he was living in Yorkshire a few years ago. I went to see them exhibited at Salts Mill in Saltaire, Yorkshire.

I think that digital art will progress and change. I look forward to seeing it.

Mallaband-Brown

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