Freudian Snippet
as i enter
the lady
psychiatrist
propped up
behind
power desk
is scratching
secret messages
with file pen.
when i exit
my file
is still
open
poem by Doug Bentley
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Let Me Open Up Our Love File (I Felt Magic In The Air)
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
for only the second time together
enjoying and being lost in rainy romantic weather
you stared here and there
while walking to metro station
but i looked at you as my final destination
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
all of sudden, you pointed something
quickly, for you,
i was ready to do anything
you asked for ice-cream
there I was living up my dream
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
dear, i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
yeah...i felt magic in the air
yeah, yeah...yeah
i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
your arrival caused a great excitement
in midway of tough chemistry assignment
i couldn't help my fluttering eyes
looking at you n your glittering red band
stepping ahead if an angel on my heart's land
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
all of sudden, you pointed something
quickly, for you,
i was ready to do anything
you asked why H2SO4 and NaOH reaction were a complete miss,
for help you came as closer, we had nearly a kiss
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
dear, i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
yeah...i felt magic in the air
yeah, yeah...yeah
i can remember
your beautiful face expression
indirectly you said we look good in pair
and, i felt magic in the air
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
(let me open up our love file
cherish along with me and just smile)
oh, oh.oh
yeah, yeah, oh yeah
i felt magic in the air,
magic in the air,
i felt magic in the air.
poem by Anuj Raj Singh
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The file is a gzipped tar file. Your browser is playing tricks with you and trying to be smart.
quote by Rasmus Lerdorf
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Romance Point [5]
ROMANCE POINT [5]
esspeecee …11.06.09.
Why browse
Thro’ eyes
Why not open file?
And save as
‘Save as…’
Cut and paste
You can do
But it’s not
Aye: To love.
Copy and paste
Still not
Aye: To love.
Open the file
Fiddle and fondle me
I can’t be hidden file
If saved as
‘Save as…’
Browsing thro’ heart,
Bring me near
To your
Tremulous heart
I’ll be with you too in
Choreographic synchrony.
.
Make a virus check
To prevent goofing
Love is:
Dewy drops of rapture
Get coalesced effortlessly.
When saved
Send the love
To me by
E-mail with correct ID.
I’ll save
It, as save as…
No, save into
My breast silhouette
Where plays cosmetic
Red, blue, green &c
A designer
Canopy of
My Romance Point.
Copyright reserved by the Author
.
.
poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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There was an Old Man of the Nile,
Who sharpened his nails with a file,
Till he cut out his thumbs,
And said calmly, 'This comes
Of sharpening one's nails with a file!'
quote by by Edward Lear
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TCP works very hard to get the data delivered in order without errors and does retransmissions and recoveries and all that kind of stuff which is exactly what you want in a file transfer because so you don't want any errors in your file.
quote by Jon Postel
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The Pawn moves only one square at a time, and that straight forward, except in the act of capturing, when it takes one step diagonally to the right or left file on to the square occupied by the man taken, and continues on that file until it captures another man.
quote by Howard Staunton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Not To Be Published
With every artist, singer and writer
there are certain things they do
they never wish to see released
at least in their lifetime.
I have to admit I have a file
that reads not to be published
of things I have written.
I feel they are not appropriate,
not that I am ashamed of them.
It is just that
they may be - misunderstood.
No doubt as years go by,
I will probably add more
to that file of things
not to be published.
poem by David Harris
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Scherzo
When, as a boy, I went
To study in the Muses' school,
One of them came to me, and took
Me by the hand, and all that day,
She through the work-shop led me graciously,
The mysteries of the craft to see.
She guided me
Through every part,
And showed me all
The instruments of art,
And did their uses all rehearse,
In works alike of prose and verse.
I looked, and paused awhile,
Then asked: 'O Muse, where is the file?'
'The file is out of order, friend, and we
Now do without it,' answered she.
'But, to repair it, then, have you no care?'
'We _should_, indeed, but have no time to spare.'
poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi
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Filed Away (Stream IX)
Finished filing
They file out.
File down the street,
Out of the offices.
Finished the offices of the day.
The light of day fades
Like their lives,
Pale imitations
Imitating a life fulfilled.
Filled up
With empty promises,
Not fulfilling their promise.
Each day they become thinner,
More transparent.
It's apparent.
Until one day,
They fade,
Fade away,
Disappear,
Are tidily filed away.
P H Brookes Copyright 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Customary
Here she comes again!
The sweet lady of my heart;
But the spoon plays around alone and the fork and knife work together,
And you are now confused because she missed the train last night.
Customary,
Tighten it up with the pin of love and come to me;
For there can be miracles when you do believe in it.
Nile, vile, pile, bile, file, mile, rile, tile, wile;
The woman came in as the morning approached,
And like the poor man's lamb and the rich man's power!
But she came around because of me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What We Need
a vent.
something windy like a fan.
an orifice
an exit, oh not yet,
let us say just an opening
where we can enter
and still be together
okay, you want an exit,
let us do it
open it, i will get out
first, then you go next,
i will not wait for you
i am rushing this
and you are rushing to
where?
i too, don't know.
cool.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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God As A Super Computer
God is a super computer in which there are two folders,
Vile and humane,
.……………………. Vile ………………….
All the unfair work you do,
All the crimes you do,
All the injustice work you do,
…………………….. Humane ………………...
All the fair work you do,
All the social services you do,
All the justifiable work you do.
All the files of vile are converted to a new file called hard, sorrow and obstacles.
All the files of humane are
Converted to a new file called
Smooth, happiness and
Good living.
poem by Ram Kausik
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Secret Message
A moving stream of information
That is floating on the wind
The secrets never end
And now they call,
They sing, they play, they dance
For you, from out of the blue,
What can you do?
Chorus:
The secret messages are calling to me endlessly
They call to me across the air
The messages across the atmosphere
They whisper in your ear, they're calling everywhere
Where words cascade like rainbows tumbling from the sky
Then I'll be there, I'll be there
When messages will call to you their secrets all around
Without a sound, they're all around
Chorus:
Those secret messages that spill into the air from far away
So far away
A flowing river of illusion running with confusion
Never gone - it goes on and on
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I usually create sounds and have different generators running over it. You know you can open a word-file as a picture or the other way round. I do the same with sounds.
An Art Message
HE gathered cherry-stones, and carved them quaintly
Into fine semblances of flies and flowers;
With subtle skill, he even imaged faintly
The forms of tiny maids and ivied towers.
His little blocks he loved to file and polish;
And ampler means he asked not, but despised.
All art but cherry-stones he would abolish,
For then his genius would be rightly prized.
For such rude hands as dealt with wrongs and passions
And throbbing hearts, he had a pitying smile;
Serene his way through surging years and fashions,
While Heaven gave him his cherry-stones and file!
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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Secret Messages
A moving stream of information
That is floating on the wind
The secrets never end
And now they call,
They sing, they play, they dance
For you, from out of the blue,
What can you do?
Chorus: the secret messages are calling to me endlessly
They call to me across the air
The messages across the atmosphere
They whisper in your ear, theyre calling everywhere
Where words cascade like rainbows tumbling from the sky
Then Ill be there, Ill be there
When messages will call to you their secrets all around
Without a sound, theyre all around
Chorus
Those secret messages that spill into the air from far away
So far away
A flowing river of illusion running with confusion
Never gone - it goes on and on
Chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smile please...
Smile is not a document or file,
which opens when ur mood is off,
and closes when ur mood is on.
smile is 'U' line,
that makes everything straighten,
and also fine.
that's why smile is not a document or file,
so, please smile...
smile is not anything like trial,
to practice and do second time.
it comes only when u r happy or
want to make others happy.
smile is some drops of tears,
that makes rush away ur fears.
that's why smile is not anything like trial,
so, please smile...
so, keep smiling and
make others to smile.
so that there's no worry,
and doesn't keep us in hurry.
as we all know,
life's a camera,
so, better face it with a smile,
so, please smile...
poem by Choco Pie Shreyasi
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Monday Morning 21 May 2012
Never mastered the technique of carrying
meaning from one context to another, while
smiling in the car about last night on my way
to work, knowing which principles had been
symbolised, I am flabbergasted as to place
when in the work situation
I fail to become engrossed enough in the game
of Monopoly played as a means to earn a salary,
following arbitrary rules to keep us occupied and
move electronic documents from file to file; what
is the essence of being, can I hold on to myself
while being a child
In a reality of idiosyncratic activity without any
inherent meaning or long-term purpose except
to pass the time in such a way that bundles of
results can be quantified; those who profess to
know say simply being busy is joy in itself - but
somehow I need to invest
Everything with meaning to ensure relevance
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Sonnet: Man, Thou Must Atone Now
Harass me not, Brother, harass me not;
Thou hast made blunder again, once again;
To have redressed my grievances, Thou ought,
Alas! Thou caused my heart to break with pain.
May be, Thou couldst create my file thine way;
Each person's file is maintained by One Boss;
None can prevent Truth's final Win some day;
Thine paper-work will soon be proved as farce.
Please rectify thine past mistakes somehow,
Lest God's punishment should descend on Thee;
Atone thine sin in action now and Now;
Man's cleverness can fai1 him miserably.
Why pick on me when I had done no wrong?
Canst Thou pay damages for suff 'rings long?
poem by John Celes
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Power to the people for M 'lady Ernestine
In single file the pylons stride
across the open countryside.
They bear their burden easily
providing electricity.
Those thin black lines against the sky
may not be easy on the eye
But we have grown accustomed to
man made intrusions on the view.
Demand for power overrides
the views of the opposing sides
The pylons are unfortunately
an absolute necessity
Which we accept reluctantly
we all need electricity.
26/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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