Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
To the Quick-silver Screen
Written by
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Vindaloo.
How do I translate my grey life
To the quick-silver screen
Where women see the inner man
Forgiveness flows like summer rain
No dull-plodding hours wasted
Just thirty three minute scenes
It might be too short to live it
But maybe they could fill my dreams
Poor Poems
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Sometimes you look back
At yesterday's poor poems
Without much sympathy
For the cad who wrote them
I Have Looked
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I have looked
It wasn't my intention
Her hands drew my attention
Tying up some knitted thing
Unleashing some dark knotted beast
I had thought locked deep within
Fascinated wordlessly
By the trivial in compare
With her mind and heart
Yet still I could barely push away
The unheard almost-thoughts
That crowded round behind my ...
Beauty on My Shoulder
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Why do the words flow so smooth
On the nights the lady visits
Is it truly just that beauty
Sits upon my shoulder
Whispering sweet nothings
To keep my heart from breaking
Knowing she is not for me
Is it the vast gulf of safety
Knowing she is far beyond me
That lets me see ...
The Pointless Begging
Written by
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Vindaloo.
Perfect ladies must grow weary
Of the endless pointless begging
For their number or their favour
So I would try not to bother
Yet my heart demands her presence
So I join the pointless crowding
Just another in the chorus
Who would be her solace source
Caught Looking
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I caught myself looking
And I looked away
But my eye wandered
When I wasn't looking
And was caught again
Written for their Ear
Written by
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Vindaloo.
They say women love to hear
Poems written for their ear
Yet each line is hard wrought
Skirting stench of something sought
To try to honour the perfect rose
Without the bloom a threat to pose
The Rain
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
What about that woman
Makes me want to talk
Yet stops up my tongue
That any other day
Flows to shame the rain
Sleepy day and a quiet coffee turns in a party (How pleasant it is to see beautiful women...)
Written by
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Vindaloo.
I was up very late last night pondering the question of how to make form-generation and processing that would be both straightforward and flexible enough to handle the vast majority of forms, both AJAX and POST.
Anyway, when I woke up this morning I realised my eyes were just too sore to work, so I ...
Coding Forms
Written by
on
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Vindaloo.
Life is perhaps too short
To spend it coding forms
That anyone might code
Were they bored enough
Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.