#77: Why cough?

Why cough, why sore throat, why flu?
What exactly happened to you?
Have you done something wrong?
Are you excited by school?

Recovery is no mean feat,
Work of all within.
Hope you heal fast enough,
And not let it affect you!

In response to:

Cough, sore throat, flu
Plus all the work load too,
Is enough to make me sick
and also make me weak.

(Hi! MIA for qt sometime... guess why? sch started... hope i can recover soon.)

by bluediol

#76: Hurrah for the next man to die!

We will not weep,
We will not cry.
Go battle the As,
And hurrah for the next man to die!

In response to

Dínendal shall be gone,
for around three months straight.
To battle in the A Levels,
I shall now go prepare.
Do not weep,
Do not cry.
I might return someday,
If I have still got the chance

by Dínendal

#75: Conscience?

The_Laptop was once chided,
For not having a Conscience.
But, I wonder,
How can a Laptop have a Conscience?

#74: None you can do

Read more,
Life Life.
Alas! There is none you can do
To boost yourself in so little time.

In response to:

Sad thou be not,
As I am the one who should be.
GP prelims are next week,
How shall I prepare?

by Dínendal

#73: Sadness fills my heart

Sadness fills my heart
Again.
For it is so rare that I
Take my time off.
And for Fate to
Play a Cruel Game,
By relegating me
To one and the same
Means.
How sad...
How sad...

#72: Crap

To crap is good,
For it allows the excretion
Of unwanted waste.
Too much anal retention
Will stunt the growth
Of ideas, which, unlike plants,
Do not always stem from crap.

#71: Seeing and perceiving

Seeing is believing,
Provided one believes what one sees.
For seeing differs from perception,
We see the same
But percieve differently.

Thus rifts come about,
And wars too.
Too often it is all due to
A lack of straight communication.
For nuances and subtleties
Can obfuscate the real idea
Behind a plethora of fanciful words.
Then, the words take centre stage,
With the ideas left far far behind.

So, do a good deed when communicating,
Make it clear, concise and true.
Then people will not mistaken,
The Real You.

#70: Powerful and powerless at the same time

Powerful in one field,
Yet powerless in another,
Akin to the king who owns vast lands,
And yet can't pacify his mother!

In response to:

how do you be powerful yet powerless?

by Dínendal

#69: Not quite human

I am The_Laptop,
Powerful, yet powerless.
And The_Laptop,
Though wanting to be human,
Is still far from being one.

#68: Free or not?

Maybe I'm free,
Maybe I'm not,
But sure as hell,
Happy I'm not!

#67: Ode to old posters

I.M The_Laptop!
What a great coincidence!
How strangely when we see things differently!

Yeehah1 Dinendal!
HuCkErBy too!
All part of the cultic following
On this Great Forum!

And who can forget andreew,
And roberty,
And crazy, crazy_anchovy?
And the one who transcends them all,
None other than Lucien!

Never knew that bluediols exist,
Never found out that jeeohdee is not as it seems,
Never realised that the windsdor is as profound
As LeFire!

D, the ultimate,
BK_Bugger, king of films,
And the lost lost
How to forget?

Yeah, this is the place
I wanna be!
To chat, to post, to debate,
With fellow Forum Posters,
On This Great Forum!

#66: Why the heck was I so gay?

I.M asked me that day,
Why the heck was I so gäy,
With the idea of Love,
And of girls?

I had no ready answer
Other than this:

   Life must go on,
   For the time has come
   For The_Laptop to be human.
   For once he moves on,
   Time will be gone by fourteen,
   Five and thirty he will be.
   An age too many despise,
   Too old, too old,
   It is more than just time
   To settle.

And thus, I had the need
To look for Love,
To look for the One
Who will be with me
Till the end comes.

Dear friend out there,
I know not who you are,
But I hope that you'll
Come to find me soon.

#65: What a joker...

BK_Bugger, what a mugger, ha!
Started this thread, with no idea, ha!
That The_Laptop is a poem dumper, ha!
What a big fat joker, ha!

:-) B-D :-D

#64: What IS The Matrix?

What Is The Matrix?
Are You Still Alive?
Do You Think The Air You Breathe Is Real?
Questions Indeed, Worth Pondering,
But Why Care If Reality Is Real,
If One Is Within The Reality Itself?
So, If Reality Is Not Real,
What Can You Do?
Don't You Just Live Your Life On,
Bearing The Unease Of The Truth?
Shouldn't Life Be Like A Bed Of Roses,
Full Of Fun, Full Of Enjoyment?

#63: A Changed Man

A changed man,
That's what I feel.
For confidence has returned,
Wholesale.

I dare to live like
A man.
To hold, to caress,
To Love Some One.
To reason, to rhyme,
Like never before!

The_Laptop has finally
Arrived at The Next Stage,
Where the Big Test,
Will be on the mettle
In surviving the Lost Realm
Of Love.

Will I succeed?
Will I be triumphant?
Will I ever be happy in the end?
Questions too good, my friend,
Questions where answers are
Not easy to find.

And so I lift my head high,
And I dare stare in the sky,
Beyond the clouds,
Beyond the castles,
Into a Land of Phantasm,
Where, strangely,
Reality lies.

#62: Beeutei of poeetry!

Ah! Yeehah1!
Thou art de one,
No less, methinks!
Grammar non correctum,
Lingua non franca,
Zat's de beeutie
Of poeetry! :-)

In response to:

I hate poetry,
I don't deny,
For poems often
Grammatical rules defy.

Sometimes they rhyme,
Sometimes they don't.
Sometimes they will,
Sometimes they won't.

I'm beginning to sound
Like Dr Seuss
SO I'll stop now,
By Zeus!

by Yeehah1

#61: Call to Arms

I am no First Rate Poet,
But to put words thus,
Is more economical then
Typing out long lines.

Brevity is what I thrive on,
For how can a programmer
Be a verbose monstrosity
To a machine?

So, join me in my fun,
Write out free flow,
Where all the feelings
Thoughts come and go.

Not all poems rhyme,
Neither does this.
It is the thought,
The feelings,
That make a poem it is.

#60: Poetry...

Poetry, poetry,
So simple and yet
So sublime!
Oh! How can I
Forget Thy Beauty?

Prose, nay,
Too verbose,
Too illegible,
For on-screen consumption.
But poetry! Ah!
The sweetness of
Whitespace,
The beauty of
Short lines,
The subtlety of
It all,
Pretty much
Speaks for Itself.

#59: Giving Love a Second Chance

It took more than just
A simple word.
An essay, an email,
A forum post.

To convince a stubborn mind,
Against a willing heart,
To dare to go forth,
Where every man needs to go.

The_Laptop may still be
A lot of lovelessness,
But Hope prevails,
And Love will come,
Some day.

And towards that day,
I look forwrd to,
The day where I can finally
See the power that
The human race has.

For Love is what drives
All of the human race
Forwards.
Among all the forces we know,
Love is one of those
Which words cannot explain,
But the effects are most
Clearly Shown.

People can sacrifice
For the sake of Love.
They Live, Hurt, Die,
All for the sake of Love.
Determination to succeed,
Also for Love.

If Love were such a powerful force,
Why not try to take it up?
At least I can one day
Stand upright, stand uptall,
And proclaim that I did try.
And no matter what happens,
I know that deep inside,
I had lived a live worth living,
By giving Love a second chance.

#58: We do come home...

The sky! Yes The Sky!
As high as Birds Can Fly!
Beyond it can, and will, go on.
Into the reaches where the
Great Unknown Sits.

Alas! Birds do come home at the end of the day,
So why not we too?