Short Files Poems
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Trump loves his rubber Boobie Doll
She is the fairest of them all
Her feminine wiles
Hide Classified Files
When Donald is having a bawl
Some files are deleted
Faith, Values??, integrity, respect ...
These are now in recycle bin
I do not need
Advice to Grandson
you will restore these.
Sometime spiders make bad bets
when they trap files into their nets
And as they seize the victim’s wing
there’re cruelly killed by hornet’s sting.
The computer and I stare at each other,
One answering the other’s queries with silence.
Which is more powerful, I wonder?
I have a hammer, it has my files.
TV eyes open,
radio heart beating,
mouth search engine,
random access mind,
hardware bones,
software genitals
organic interface,
copy files,
run programme_
you have style
that travel for miles
i love your smile
its on my files
my number you can dail
cause your gods child
you lovely too
its a
BLESSING TO KNOW YOU
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
Things bump in the night
there are spirits that can't leave
they talk to people.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.10/2015
I'm watching The Dead Files.
Hard disk,
My bisque.
Doc files,
Spread miles.
Drum Tunes,
Spiked dunes.
Surf gem,
Turf mem.
Tough chat,
Loved stat.
Pict list,
Deft mist.
Top space,
Set face.
cold case files
i am glued to the coroner's report
devouring the blood trace evidence
mesmerized by every gory horrible detail
wondering what the hell
is wrong with me
Shh! Here is the next episode
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
Over and over
Again and again
Echo, echo
Reiteration
Throwing a ball
To and fro
Taking a walk
Away we go
Busy work
Filing files
Nighttime clerk
Stocking isles
Same ole same
Everything
No change
To cause pain
midsummer heat - the hazy memories of a burnt-out affair
trembling 'cross the sky in the heat of summer storm she files for divorce
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A ku duet contest by Silent One
Placed 2nd
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??
a milky way rise
in maroon alien skies
starry, starry night
I am sorry that I won't be posting poetic tales
for a couple of weeks, Poetry Soup friends. I am
having computer issues, and can't access some
of my files yet. Best wishes, Evelyn
This will never ever be
My last day of being me.
I will never change to who
Not to the person you want me to.
Don’t think I am your shelf
Storing books with different titles.
I will always be myself
No matter how much you store on me of these files.
Form:
Hey! adults and kids
a nourishing remedy!!
please, eat Persimmon!!!
You may like to see Persimmon! Please check the follwoing picture.
https://thefruitnut.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/imgp3169.jpg
I …
can tell you more
with silence,
than with all the myriad
words of wisdom that,
on the tongue,
dance with wonder …
and die.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, May 30, 2023
( personal photo taken from private domain files at bahku.com )
Sorry, I removed my last post because I had published the poem here once already on Soup, under a different title. You know, we write so much over the years, I ran across the work in my old files, liked it so much, and thought, I should share this. Oops. My apologies.
These Bulls and bears like pets,
Loved by many,
Touching hearts,
Living in minds,
Nations to nations,
Down towns,
At homes,
In rooms,
Also in safes,
In wallets,
Even inside files,
Tied with no belts,no ropes but ribbons,
Bulls and bears at the stock exchange
She sits amidst crowd
but her reflection singles her out
she stands and eyes dances
the sways of her hips,a song on every lips
Files falling from hands
heads colliding with chest
it is the power of her presence.
the colour of her skin
is like a shinning bronze.
I’m singing the Behind Bars Blues,
And thinking over my mistakes.
It’s hard to be here in my shoes.
I’m singing the Behind Bars Blues.
Parole will be such welcome news!
I look for hidden files in cakes.
I’m singing the Behind Bars Blues,
And thinking over my mistakes.
All together, I have a system a systemic.
Expertise, Ace of Clubs
Ace of Hearts
General Splinters, a heavy heart.
A poem piece for sustained life
I feel hot, yet the air is snowwy.
Neutron amiga trouble asides
X-files on complete crack
Reality analysis
With no facts.
In a field of dreams
You
Are the deadliest catch
You
Are the lost village
A lethal woodstock
Whisper secrets
And everything after
Is born too loud.
No dash of love
For your modern family
Only forensic files
Floating in the shark tank.
Just another ride.
Haiku Strings
autumnal cortege
files in scarlet and orange
under azure skies
yellow evening beams
pots of gold across the grass
daylight early fades
saffron harvest moon
bewitches the crisp night air
catching earthbound eyes
9/18/16