The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 10/20/07

[BlueIris]

"Helpline"

I love your calm, unhurried way, that sexy
lilt in your Irish voice as you take me
line by line through the nightmares
of my Autoexec.Bat and Config.Sys files.
We check the registry for clues,
the boot log, BIOS and System.Ini.
It's like love, this language of DOS,
like talking dirty over the phone.
When I tell you it won't work
you pause for a moment and moan,
like my hands have found the lush peripherals
beneath your anorak.
Well, you say, it seems your system
is corrupt, you'll have to wipe
you hard disk now and reinstall Windows.
I sigh down the phone. Do you want me
to take you through it? You ask.
You could make invalid page faults
and fatal exceptions sound desirable.
I look at your scribbled name on my pad.
Mary, take me gently, I'm yours.

—Neil Rollinson

[DarkTirade]

1. Ah, DOS... I remember the days...

*sniff* I think I've got something in my eye...

[BlueIris]

2. Heh.

[BlueIris]

3. Kick.

[Xipe Totec]

4. Poetic Reply

"Vain Hope"

Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!

So might she look on me with pitying eyes,
And lay calm hands of healing on my head:
“Because of thy long pains be comforted;
For I, even I, am Love: sad soul, arise!”
So, for her graciousness, I might at last
Gaze on the very face of Love, and hold Him fast
In no disguise.

Haply, I said, she will take pity on me,
Though late I come, long after lily-time
With burden of waste days and drifted rhyme;
Her kind, calm eyes, down drooping maidenly,
Shall change, grow soft: there yet is time, meseems,
I said, for solace; though I know these things are dreams
And may not be!

- Ernest Dowson

(Geeks do pine for OSes long forgot)