An Ode To Love: A Poem By Michael Wharton
To some, love is a romantic stroll on the beach,
To others it's a destination much harder to reach,
Through immeasurable hedge-maze lined with thorns,
An uphill struggle with bleeding sores and corns,
The few who make it look easy only worsen our plight,
Our efforts feel huge whilst theirs appear so slight,
Like newly hatched turtles crawling to the ocean,
We wrestle with obstacles and constant commotion,
Not all of us survive unscathed on the turbulent journey,
A lot of us frequently end up on the surgical gurney,
Suffering from severe takotsubo cardiomyopathy,
Only relieved by kind ears and anecdotal sympathy,
Not all of our journeys are fraught with such peril,
Some abandon all such efforts and go almost feral,
Hermits from reality shielded behind an Internet gate,
In biology like systems have a tendency to integrate,
They drift through cyberspace searching for happiness,
Filling out questionnaires to find another to caress,
Tirelessly looking for a lover with matching criteria,
“The one” could be sat across the room in works cafeteria,
If there is just one predetermined person for each individual,
How will we know when we find them what is the signal?
Does love just happen by chance or does it have to be made?
What is love? A private matter or a prize to be displayed?
The answers to these questions are not carved in stone,
They are found best in pairs and not discovered alone,
Fare thee well on your journey bumpy as it may be,
May you find the answers that have thus far eluded me,
So I done wrote a poem about love, as it goes I am not an absolute cynic about romance! I am a romantic, I just find romance very difficult. Good luck to all the lovers, even the ones who make it look effortless! This poem was written on the suggestion of Lauren Daley, who is one of those lucky people in a relationship that looks effortless!
An Ode To Fate: A Poem By Michael Wharton
Heisenberg was a man of principles,
In uncertain times he has many disciples,
There is no way to know what lies ahead,
We can not predict the future in our shed,
The path of each particle may be a pre-destined,
Unavoidable path which is pre determined,
But as external observers we can only see,
The present and past paths of its journey,
Free will versus determinism is an epic debate,
Either we control our lives or we're slaves to fate,
Can we override our base impulses and choose,
Load the chance cube of life and never lose,
Many theologies claim to control the odds,
Through prayer, human will, favour of the gods,
True mastery of fortune is not to seize the controls,
However to embrace your path, drift with its flows,
A little poem I wrote idly considering whether my actions or decisions have any effect on the direction of my life. I hope you enjoy the inner turmoil of my personal existential debate with fatalism and determinism!
Our Raspberry Pi Has Arrived!
It came through the letterbox, like it was a letter, or a rented DVD. This was no regular post, this one came with Pi, Raspberry Pi. Roger had mail ordered it when it was first available for inquiry all those months ago, so did some people we know. The first batches were shipped and friends of ours got theirs and we were so jealous, now ours has arrived and we've been playing with it every day since.
Here are some close-up photos.