Dossiers Poems - Poems about Dossiers

...Aarohi, it took me so long to meet the tiger inside me. It took me so long to let the sparrow inside me go. Now that I can sing out like a thunderstorm, I hope that you can hear the determinatio......

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...In shadows veiled, secrets reside, Whispered tales where darkness hides. Beneath the flag's protective shield, United States' most guarded field. Cryptic codes locked in vaults deep, Whispers ......

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...He had a disorderly mind. She had an ordered one. She had cerebral files, binders, alphabetized answers for every occasion. He would come to her with questions like - what-do-you-call-it ......

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...L, Surrender is not a choice, beheld in a sultry seductive voice those sweet sweet sullen lips demanding attention smokey eyes slowly smolder and flirt as tongues dance ......

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...[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss. With trenchant wit he reaps the dross when seeking sense in applesauce. But to his aid flies FactoidMan who always ......

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...Up It Dries Then Withers and Dies What we always do have to realize, Is if and when we forget to fertilize, Branches won't swish, And suffering anguish; Up tree dries and eventually it dies. ......

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...THE CHAMELEONS by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear You m......

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.... NOW Well, GI Jack is welcome back, he left his legs in 'Nam. He wakes at night in sweat and fright, then drinks another dram. He doesn't know quite where to go, so see......

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... A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist   by T. Wignesan, Chercheur au C.N.R.S. Professor Jean LAPRESLE, the last of the......

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...YOU'RE STRANGELY FOND OF GLOOM, LIKE DRACULA LOVIN' THE DARK. AND YOU BRING ABOUT DOOM, LIKE A HUNGRY KILLER SHARK. YOU'RE AFRAID OF BEING KNOWN, IN THE OPEN WORLD. YET YOUR EMOTIONS ARE ......

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...Tense and hence you are past gone in the fog that is now very dense. There is flash of lightening and remembrance but it is bitter and quite a blow hitter and I do not hoard but freely frit......

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...The sun enlightening at the front house two old armchair-in places by the postal — the vicinities were dinners in cycles’ ......

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