Poetry
Computers
The Tangled Pulse In the dim glow of a quiet office the silver shells of servers hum, a low‑frequency lullaby of blinking LEDs that sings in silicon and binary. The desk‑mounted laptop whirls its fan, its
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The Parliament Game In the blue‑lit chambers of Westminster where the old stone walls gossip in echoes, the MP’s words turn to fire‑bright wagers and quiet hushes, like candlelight, grow. The House of Commons, a
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On the Lattice of Minds In a dimmed server room where the copper hum whispers through the age‑old wires, the programme spins, a quiet ballet of zeros and ones. Each line of code, a
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A whisper of hue, a soft tinge in the air, Like dawn’s first blush on a winter’s morning, pale and fair. It lingers on petals, a faint rose‑kissed sigh, A muted caress where
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Plump as a ripe Victoria sponge, soft‑rounded cheeks that blush at tea, a round‑bellied tabby curled in sun, her purr a low, content‑filled hum. In the orchard, damsons hang, their dusky skins a
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