Best File Poems
I can't stop now...
It makes me smile...
Maybe after 'while...
That's when I'll...
Put it in my file...
And let it pile...
up in style.
smitten with her smile
can only await this trial
with her down the aisle
I hope that you smile
haven't written for a while...
FRESH from TODAY's file
Feel a bit naughty perhaps you've noticed
Forgive me but it's basically your fault
Having the most torrid and passionate love dreams
With visions of opening your vault
You willingly comply and we passionately embrace
Our naked bodies locked in sweet rapture
We writhe and we tumble in a meeting of souls
As in the heat of the moment we're captured
Till that instant divine when the world disappears
There's a thunderous roar and we explode
In a moment divine, a moment of pure madness
We're spent with not a chance to reload
We slump in exhaustion we whisper our love
We kiss in a sweet moment divine
In this moment of bliss only we two exist
A most glorious moment in time
© Jack Ellison 2015
E-File Your Tax—Heck Yes!
By Elton Camp
It’s out with the old and in with the new
Filing income tax online is the way to do
Making a return manually I’ve always hated
But doing it online I felt a little intimidated
Complicated situations still need to see a CPA
But for most of us, filing online is the best way
What once I considered to be an onerous chore
I don’t nearly as much mind doing anymore
Gather your records and just plow right in
The software will show you the way to win
What was complex and needlessly obscure
With e-filing, that I’m doing right I’m sure
My return done & submitted in a little while
So it was off to watch television with a smile
And one of the most surprising things to me
Most people can get the federal done free
And if you decide you want it to do the state
The small charge is one that you won’t hate
It’s been said the only constant in life is change
So to e-file your income tax it is time to arrange
Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
His wait for a while can be difficile,
but he's gone docile seeing her profile,
walking down the aisle with her charming smile,
she's here to beguile him in her grand style,
more compliments pile on their wedding file -
their dream domicile makes it all worthwhile.
January 9th, 2017.
file for reversal
separation of dew
from meadow
nor the progress
of eventide
awaken the sunrise
at first blush
stalk the night hours
and pen kisses
the source of spring
and thaw
nestled, on a bed of roses
dyed-in-the-wool,
my three pointed star
a rain that replenishes the soul
and desire
Cold
Mist shrouds
Eerie feel
Stammering back
Candle light flickers
Shadows dance on the walls
She dances with them, smiling.
Depression, the silent killer.
Walking into the black, she belongs
Wanting to follow, the chains hold me back.
Kissing me, like a bumble bee
Sipping the nectars of my soul
Peeling out the skin of my skin
Yet still you can not overcome
The warm twinkles in my eyes
‘Cause I have a way to erase
Sad memories you’ve instilled
In my heart, through this cross
Of yours, hanging on my chest
If, you wonder how I will do it
Come close to me and see how
I press this…“Delete this file”
parents or other nemesis with glare
ring (smoke emitting nostrils),
an idyll escape for this heir
to the throne of the mountain king,
(lion share of original tract
kept by Donald Neilson empire)
this make believe verdant submerged lair
unwittingly left gaping hole,
when Gambone Brothers
industrial machinery voraciously
made clean sweep,
without a trace of former imp pier
real resilient stately structured heart
of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear
the well built “grand Etta face dame”
helplessly, holistically humbly
brought to her knees
(gory detail aye will spare),
nonetheless more
than one pearl jammed shaped tear
trickled down chafed
sad reddened cheeks,
whose head must veer
away asper thine subsequently
blotted out never never never land
eclipsed by transient rubble,
thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space,
no doubt a great ache,
when Saint Nick sought
sought in vain for
324 Templed throne every where!
the celebrated sailing frog
from Montgomery County
went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
and e'en 'pon
being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
when my father
bought the house at 324 Level Road
majority deuce score plus nineteen years,
rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
May days sung sotto voce
atop memorialized, prized,
shingled out, ship-shape valued,
venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
"Glen Elm" named private
100+ acre wooded common weal
many a pitch perfect spring day
found yours truly
frankly basking atop spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force
irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
this uber dreamer
willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)
presuming my absence,
would not be missed and whereabouts
no cause for alarm,
but usual antics of contemplative goof
ball, and aware
a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
this then sole Sol tanned
within the solar raised fold
surrendering while atop
the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
like a bronze statue of auld.
zip pose zing the weather forecast
donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
visibility for miles
if ether crystal clear,
this high da way countless yards
off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
with powerfully poignant immunity
against cackling, jeering, scowling,
Signs
buildings
words in space-
fill his artists
book
Ed Ruscha (b 1937) famed for 're-inventing' the artists book
Read Only File
2/22/22
Miracle Man
Each day I add to my read only file,
as time breathes my present to past.
Many things there warrant a smile,
But many names and faces are glassed.
Entries made there cannot be changed,
though password is stored in my brain.
Stories told, have seen facts rearranged,
and sometimes, inadvertently, I may feign.
Others know some because they had a place,
some know little unless I opt to share.
My long past is but by a loving God’s grace,
I’ve had three score and ten and thirteen to spare.
“Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.”
–Alice Morse Earle
File Talker
File Talker
There is so many people cerebral in there thinking there must soon be a file
talker in this society he is the smartest whip whipping in the society cirlclets. He
says wav and txt and temp when he is orating to society. He may even walk up to
you one day and say to you a string of numbers missing names along the way
like an average student in the hay imagined conversation goes like this "Hello
eye was 632 wav and eye did 347 txt and then it was 789 temp for the longest
time." Just be aware of him for he exists somewhen in all our futures and be
thankful that he is not the binary man and speaking it in code and calling brother
GIS and sister SIS. He is just the file talker now.