File Poems - Poems about File

Can I be exonerated For the crimes I never commited? There’s no one to ask, I’m afraid Which doesn’t make me uplifted And its nowhere to go, I’m unseen Cause my passport is shining too bright Unwelcomed, I see the screen But never I saw the light, Of that special hour, before the evening Covers your land, my reader No rest for the wicked,...

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What you’ve bothered to pick Is a heartbreak topic: The mind Ended Love warps And on one’s folly harps; Just as heat could man burst Still, Heartbreak Is the worst… Men file in, bed defile, You’re with an office file. Joan does not claim it’s right But expects not a fight. You’d delayed wedding ring; So, with Guys face The Ring… You’d never known women! I’ve not...

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Let nothing be of deal Let anything be ideal If everything can't be heal It definitely lacks gracious zeal...

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A mother lives for her only child, Even The Decidedly Tiger-Wild Her son’s unspeakable action mild, Though a whole town has been beguiled. A mother exalts her only child: Never ‘The Ragamuffin’ styled, Believing no of case filed; The Crime Crackers numbers dialed: Her son who‘d’ portrayed no candle Nor his headache could handle, Her daughter liable to wrangle Because of an unreachable...

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Both sides want Land Both sides want Kashmir Both sides want Milk Both sides want Kheer No one wants Ranjha Both sides want heer. What could be more devastating than a piece of land.ARK...

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Would rather really set up a file After all of my poems do compile; In a cabinet all of them will store; Go ahead and write some more. God all my energy to me He gave; From my many sins He would save; While at me He had started to look, Did end up writing one more book. What happened much to my...

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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...

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Utterances people could like garments wear, Except that they look the more naked; Voiced ideas their hearers could bear But much like the cruel whip of the wicked, Their glad receivers betray a 'mental slackness And are fetched a thickening darkness. Confidential documents you could file, Save that file jackets would keep laughing at you Quite sure you 'd gone a crazy mile With...

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Should one merely settle for the word ‘Style’ In lieu of the more appropriate ‘Guile’? A secretary asking an applicant to wait for a while But still not nearing this anxious file; Letting the doomed document and others pile, Sometimes taking this to a shocking mile: Many false phone calls and not-to connect dial Freshly asserting how Man has been shoddily vile. Even...

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Just Another Piece of Paper David J Walker It may be poetry or It may be a bill It may be an important document Concerning my health It may be something I may need At some other time Or it may be the unfinished scribbled words Of a...

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File Number 364 was especially hard to deal with today. The worker made a check in the empty box. She used red ink. Wife beater, drinker, abuser, low-life scum. There were... more than one, of each and a mix of all. Spices for a bad recipe. Too many files for one night, one day, one week,...

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Years of weary travel, sojourn soon to end the time passed unseen, in elixir of youth. Now sunset awaits, a shadow to descend faded twilight greets, the inevitable truth. Diminuendo of some whistling songbirds vanish somewhere inside hearing aids. Arthritis and denture, with forgetful words bifocals now see, only butlers and maids. Snow of winter has to melt in heat of...

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Seeing better from a distance, than you ever could up close The memories play like children, in voices that you spoke The truth is where you find it, every season, every turn Where space becomes entitled —your soul to file or to burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Seeing better from a distance than you ever could up close The memories play like children in voices that you spoke The truth is where you find it every season, every turn Where space creates acceptance —your soul to file or to burn (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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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...

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