Best Files Poems
Fact or fiction Mulder Insists look at the evidence aliens exist
Out of the window a shining light when he turns sister out of sight
Xfiles open this is where it starts examining every file looking at every chart
Mulder is united with Dana of course her first assignment to dig up a corpse
Undeterred she follows his lead trying hard not to believe
Looking in the mirror dana gets a fright Mulder reassures her just mosquito bites
Dana’s not sure the science is not there Mulder grunt with a look of despair
Extra-terrestrial one day he will find until then always on his mind
Remembering Samantha, he returns to basement the truth is out there why can’t you face it
Written by m.burton
I watched it 20 years ago
But much to my surprise,
“The X-Files” has returned and my
Affection still applies.
It seems a bit old-fashioned
(Their computers and their phones!)
Yet the stories still seem possible,
With aliens and clones.
The attraction of the show, though,
Both today and way back when,
Is the Scully-Mulder chemistry,
A treat to see again.
For when actors play a perfect pair,
That partnership is gold
And no matter how much time goes by,
Their magic won’t grow old.
The night jitterbug’s its way into morn.
The car seat’s awash in burger rappers, torn.
A lipstick stained paper coffee cup sits
precariously on the dash, backlit.
The windshield takes a direct hit
from a large storm-tossed stick.
Dana Scully, beautiful Irish lass
of copper hair and blue eyes looks good
even in the green light of the car’s dash.
A dog howls. Dana glancing in the rearview mirror
she sees Zombies rising the sound track reeks terror.
“Mulder…Mulder,” she whispers into the cell phone!
“They’re here….” She upholsters her gun, as she hears his tone.
Laying the gun on the seat best her,
she backs the car over the nearest ghoul.
From behind a crypt another comes
with a mouth full of cat and fur.
A car speeds to a screeching halt beside her door.
Mulder arrives, a bit late, but what are friends for?
Dana, heroine extraordinaire leaps from the car,
she covers her partner. He doesn’t have to come far.
Without a hair out of place or a wrinkle in her shirt
she saves Fox’s bacon and leaves Zombies in the dirt!
*.corrupt:
We are real files of the world,
Better than files of computational emerald;
Viruses can't fight with us,
Hard to find,Tough to scan from surplus;
You wont get any such file extensions,
We are our politicians' inventions;
We make more copies of ourselves,
Worms should doubt in themselves;
Hacking is just breaking into system,
We are in ourselves system's wisdom;
100 crores scam is mere thing,
Lacs of crores corruption in our record's wing;
If Central Bureau Of Investigation is an antivirus,
We are stronger,we inject in them chronic virus;
We leave no stones unturned ,
Be it 3G or COALGATE,everything we welcome;
We have an edge over computers,
Hidden,stolen,the brutal murderers.
Atlantis will be proved,
one day soon.
when the moon the planets are in tune,
and we will see 4 self,
crystals were yes, used for health,
used for power, perpetual motion,
Tuaoi stone the great crystal,
could direct you on the ocean,
conversation's, spirit's dwell,
came direction high Priest tell's,
the one Gods word to fear dispel.
and for computers we might tune,
Tuaoi stone the seers rune,
the guidance system 4 Valixi, (aircraft)
submarines & electricity.
all proved of the seers loom,
when brought forth from the sunken room.
Egypt's and Yucatan's rooms, the
lesson's of history....
thanks Tamas & Vienna, I scanned the well...
Don Johnson
Yes Russell,
If you apply pressure to a crystal it produces a voltage, power....the vibration at the frequency the crystal is cut for, can become a power supply....ultrasonic machines apply power to banks of crystals to shake the dirt off blinds and jewels in the cleaning water at the speed of the crystal vibration, i used to build them 4 a boss.....Tuaoi stone was the ultimate power supply and also a means of talking through the veil...
Vienna,
very interesting story on the light coming on above a power crystal .write a poem on it perhaps..yes crystals do put out a voltage sometimes ...my old mum got a small jolt from my crystal ball :)
she said it didn't want her handling it :) We use crystals cut to frequencys to hold a certain speed and vibration in radio , tv, computers etc...
they are magical devices, crystals...everything vibrates , we vibrate 6 times a second and 10 times a second can make you sick as an elevator was doing onetime...so the story went.....faith is the other part of the equation...
we do have mental unknown forces methinks...
110% of faith can and will produce more than the expected outcome.
on the healing side, which i dabble in...peace n love....Don
Hate
Rage
So strong,
It destroys
And suffocates us
Into believing it doesn't die
Our chldren will forever be infected by it
A disease that will never have an antidote but will spread like a fire season
Yo ! , there’s an old floppy disk
The tunes in it will make you frisk,
The only thing is you gotta be brisk,
To let the tunes let you have whisk ,
This disk is older than a jubilee,
Listening the tunes will be glee,
You will feel like u wanna flee,
Like a caged bird was set free,
The disk have memories everlasting,
In form of photos, videos all casting,
With moments that were so blasting,
Disk is not only about copy, pasting.
Disks are not only about storage,
It is too precious for a exchange,
If it corrupts it becomes garbage,
And you will face a huge damage.
Mr. Dresden, my name is Joshua Aaronson.
How can I help you Mr. Aaronson? How did you find me?
My wife Chloe goes to your brother's hair salon. Your brother Thomas said that you're a private detective with unusual abilities. My daughter Selene is missing.
Thomas is actually my half-brother, which is why our only resemblance is height. I presume you've already been to the police. Tell me about your daughter and when she disappeared.
Selene just turned seven. She's a little shy around strangers by nature. She's about this tall and weighs about 55 pounds. Her hair and eye color are like mine, and her hair is usually braided reaching the middle of her back. She disappeared last Saturday night after we put her to bed, sometime between 8:00 and 9:45 - I usually check on her around then before I go to bed. All the doors were locked and deadbolted. Something that was really weird was that there was a noxious smell in Selene's room, sort of like the smell of just-lit matches mixed with rotting compost. The police couldn't find anything, none of my neighbors saw or heard anything. That sign on the door that says "WIZARD". Is that for real?
I'll take your case. I'll need to visit her room, and need to borrow some objects that Selene is is frequent contact with, like favorite clothes or a teddy bear.
[Harry Dresden is the protagonist in the series of books The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. Thomas is a White Court Vampire allied with Dresden].
Email filed a case
In the Town Court.
He told Magistrate;
“Your users use me
carelessly non-stop
to carry messages
to their lovers far
some too near here
Others send me daily
on risky dark voyages
across the high seas.
My case is, as laborer
my wages are not paid
and rights to privacy
are not respected.
What should I do?
Mirage Files
by Odin Roark
How rapid their collection
From nasty medicines
Cloaked with mother’s smile
To spoonfuls upon mouthfuls
Handfuls to bucketsful
Filling irony’s three-drawer history
Upon one’s shoulders
How innocent they approach
These mirages of surety
Where rest and peace certainty
Evaporates like vanishing rabbits in a hat
Life’s landscape
A parent’s belief
A child’s trust
A teacher’s urging
A boss’s mind-game
A relationship’s oasis
Eventually
The undulating future flattens
Erosion’s desert wind catches up
The parched soul forgets thirst
Realizes that which weighs down its back
Has made but a packhorse of the seeker
Nodding exhaustion’s acquiescence
Delusions swirl upwards
Sands of the past
Readily make way for tomorrow’s footprints
For the fortunate
Insight makes light the burden
Revealing a road paved with perception
Rousing the traveler from a dream
Merely waiting to awaken
Security leaked some private files
Of a cross dresser brand new hair style
He got popular, you see
His files spilled the tea
So, he unveiled himself with a big smile
Kashmiri Hindu Pandits never killed a single person??
Those who killed/raped them were never got punished??
Their voice was never raised and supported by anybody??
They were killed by the terrorists because of their religious identity??
Files and files mounting,any where Sun shine,
File is what?answer the question even a child,
File is a cover made,out of card board,
It covers tales of,many more untold,
Some files reporting and some files departing,
Some files small bee and some files about fee,
Some files very long,like long river Nile,
Some files disable,walk only few miles,
Some files surfing,deep from the drawers,
Some files deposited deep in the drawers,
Some files ever ready for filing actions,
Some files no remedy,absconding sections,
No people fear file,with a clean sheet of profile,
More people fear file,in dirt like wall tile,
In unknown numbers increasing file,
Think before actions,the God a while!
Please, release them, let them go
press enter and print, so we will know
The filthy secrets Donald keeps
Please, release them, expose the dirty creeps
Donald Trump is running scared
of secrets he and Jeffrey shared
Their reign of terror decades long
lucky for Donald, Jeff is gone
For dead men tell no tales or lies
but spirits hover and survive
And so the Epstein ghost lives on
to haunt and torment, dirty Don
It threatens to expose their crimes
the many girls, so many times
The lives they broke, the damage done
and how two monsters had their fun
So please, release the Epstein files
the hidden names, the evil smiles
Expose the players in this stew
and give these devils, both their due
Nibbling carrots strung from sticks
Jacks Hee Haw is heard for miles
He often shows off all his tricks
When he does there's lots of smiles.
These are the Jack ass files.
Give him your hand, he'll take a lick
Just before he leaves a pile
But Jack's so cute, lovable and slick
He is living the barn yard style
These are the Jack ass files.