So I got home, and the phone was ringing. I picked it up, and said 'Who's speaking please?' And a voice said 'You are.'
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CP- To Mader
So one night it was dark and I couldn’t see,
I picked up my phone no one to disagree.
I was in possession of a beautiful phone,
Even though the phone was of a girlie tone.
I started checking my message to find out,
That maybe this isn’t my phone – hmm doubt.
But could this be the phone of my eye candy,
Maybe she could be unmarried and change her name to Sandy.
Hmm the possibilities of the owner of the stolen phone,
Oh goodness maybe I should watch my tone.
I return the untouchable phone back to her,
“I thought it was my phone” I said in transfer.
Oh the purple phone that was like mine,
Oh purple phone oh purple phone I let out a sigh….
poem by Coreena Dejesus
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Had To Phone Ya
Had to phone ya
Had to phone ya just to talk to you
Had to phone ya just to tell ya I was missing you
It lifts my spirits every single time
Sometimes youre busy for awhile
But when you get through
It makes me smile
A-when I phone ya
Californias not so far away
Youre not alone ya know Im only just a dial away
I visualize that youre looking fine
Feels so good when you come on the line
You (you) you (you) you (you) you (you)
You (you) you (you) you (you) you (you)
You (you) you (you) you (you) you (you)
You (you) you (you) you (you)
Come on
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(I hope your home)
Come on and answer the phone
Come on come on
(hello, hey brian!)
(I hope your home)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 16
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’m feeling all alone
I can’t connect with my friends out there
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I miss its ringing tone
I’ve searched for it everywhere
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I cannot roam
I must stay near in case it rings
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I do not wish to moan
It has numbers, dates and all kinds of things
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
And now I guess I’m prone
To wander like a lost zombie
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve lost my mobile phone
I’ve no mind of my own
Without it there to organise me
I’ve lost my mobile phone
poem by Flying Lemming
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A Phone Call
The Phone Call
Phone rings I finally answer, it’s my daughter she wants to come home.
“Where are you ringing from? I ask she doesn’t know. Tell her I have no
home only phone that works in all weather, “I gave you all my money
and I sold my house so you could become a doctor.” But dear dad I’m
a dancer now in a country I don’t know the name of, only that people
talk funny and cry a lot when drunk.” Since we didn’t know where we
are, agree to meet in Tirana but, she doesn’t know when she’ll be there,
I don’t know when I’ll be going there. Dreams of becoming middle class
through my daughter has vanished. Where is Tirana? Anyone?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Phone Call
Sitting alone at home one day, I decided to
call a loved one who lived far away.
As I picked up the phone
I heard a voice on the other side say.
I missed you son, for it seems
that you have strayed.
Who is this? Who are you?
Why do you call me son? I don’t know you?
How can you not know me? You pray to me every day.
And in your prayers you always say:
My father I am not worthy to receive you.
But! I believe in you.
So I ask of you from my heart
To protect all my family members
Both near and far.
This is one phone call that I do not often make
But I do it now, while you are awake.
I need you to spread my word
So that in this era my voice can be heard.
I need their attention, for there is so much
Yet to do, for this world is to be saved
And that’s why I come to you.
Mankind is destroying all that I have done
And if they continue they’ll never see the sun.
How many signs must I give
in order for them to begin to live.
I have shown them tsunamis, earthquakes
Hurricanes and such.
How much more? isn’t this enough!
The voices of the people drowning out
All the other sounds, letting the politicians
Know That peace can be found.
My words will always prevail
Seek and you will not fail.
poem by Louis Rams
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What's It Gonna Be
It use to be
Early mornings late nights
Partying everyday all day
My phone constantly ringing
'Ashley where you at'
Out and about all day
Never ever home
Enough money to buy a car
Never saved dime
Buying bag after bag
A couple bottles here and there
Never no time for bullshit
Always on the go
Catch me if you can
Now its
Watch the sunrise then go to bed
Up all night long
Parties once in awhile
My phone never ringing
Home all day long
Not enough money
To even get a pack of gum
Still got bags after bags
Still a couple bottles here and there
Still no time for bullshit
Never on the go
Constantly watching my little cousin
Now anybody can catch me
poem by Ashley Olson
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Speaking kiss
Cell phone
Call for
kiss with speaking
Lips...
Lips is kissing
The cell phone...
Are...speaking
The cell phone...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Sweetwater Jones
Sweetwater Jones
Went riding
out in to the country night
he left his phone still ringing
ringing by the t.v.'s light
goodbye to you new york city
goodbye to every thing it used to be
you sure can could look good
Emerald City
oh but now your just a drag on me
goodbye to the ringing phone
goodbye to the old grindstone
and what use to be Jimmy Jones
now they known as Sweetwater Jones
Sweetwater Jones
keep on going
hey Jonese boy your'll doing find
smiling a smile and knowing
that your heading fore a better time
look at your face
hey its shinning
hey beaming like it never could
look at your eyes
hey you crying
but you never thought you fell so good
goodbye to the ringing phone
good,good,goodbye to the old grindstone
what used to be Jimmy Jones
now they known as Sweetwater Jones
ohhhhhhhh
ohhhhhhhh Sweetwater Jones
what use to be Jimmy Jones
now they known as Sweetwater Jones
now they known as Sweetwater Jones
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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East West
East west
Over the ocean
Perpetual motion
Travelling around
No rest
Singing and playing
Night out and day in
Doing the rounds
What a great life this must seem !
Swelled joints
Everything classy
Nothing is tacky
Only the best
Lush girls
Older and dying
Sighing and crying
This is success !
What a great life this must seem !
But when I hear your voice
Singing out
The bells of home
Are ringing out
And I feel all alone
(and I think of my home)
Cold times
A wind through the houses
The bleakness arouses
A longing to leave
Time flew
I wanted to see you
Somehow I could not do
Because of success
What a strange life this can be !
But when I hear your voice
Singing out
The bells of home
Are ringing out
And I feel all alone
(and I think of my home)
song performed by by Morrissey
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Where No Bells Toll
There is a wood
where we played as children
and bluebells grow
When you came home
after seeing the rape of Zimbabwe
we picked bluebells
When you came home
from the killing fields of Iraq
we picked bluebells
When you came home
from the poppy fields of Afghanistan
we picked bluebells
When you came home
telling of monks beaten in Tibet
we picked bluebells
When you came home
from the line of fire on the Gaza Strip
it was in a coffin
There is a wood
where history plays tricks on us
and bluebells grow
poem by Roger Taber
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Winter Of Discontent
The phone rang a day before Christmas a message I knew would come
but would not like to hear. Mother had died and there was a great haste
now before the festive season. Yet in my despair I picked up the phone
and rang her number in the hope it had all been a dreadful mistake…any
minute now she will answer be glad to hear my voice; and she would tell
me I’m susceptible to cold and remember to wear a scarf.
Fully awake I rushed to the airport, sorry fully booked till after Christmas.
“Please if there is a cancellation ring me.” The phone didn’t ring.
When I finally got there snow had covered flowers and her name was not
yet carved on a stone. This emptiness, this hole in my heart, I knew it had
to happen one day, but not now not ever. At her home they were busy
dividing her things. No I didn’t want anything only her reading glasses,
she had thought me how to read. A life had ended and for the first time in
my life I knew how it felt like to be alone under a cold Nordic sky.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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But in this case, he had my cell phone and my phone was ringing and I had just come back from Australia on the plane and I thought it was my mum and it was Woody Allen just checking to see if I wanted to be in his movie.
quote by Radha Mitchell
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Anyone Out There
(words and music duran duran)
I never found out what made you leave
And now the day is over, just an hour to go
I tried to phone last night but you didnt answer
Just left me ringing on the line
Outside is there anyone out there, anyone else outside
Outside love is there anyone out there, anyone else outside
My face in the mirror shows the break in time
A crack in the ocean which does not align
I tried to sleep last night but Ive caught your dreaming
About days we used to wonder away
Outside is there anyone out there, anyone else outside
Outside love is there anyone out there, anyone else outside
Look out of the window maybe you can call by my name
Another night over babe another light comes on in vain
I tried to phone last night but you never answered
Just left me ringing in the air (outside)
Is there anyone out there
(anyone out there)
song performed by by Duran Duran
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In The Walls of My Heart
I press phone keypad
Once more
each sitting alone
at bus
ringing on the other side
loud
voice ringtone
songs
'Do not leave me
own, I could die
the noose quiet... '
again it
I create a song
alone
each lonely creep
in the walls
of my heart
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Mother
Well, the telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
The telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
The telephone is screaming
Wont she leave me alone
The telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone?
Well, every girl I got out with
Becomes my mother in the end
Every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end
Well, I hear my mother calling
But I dont need her as a friend
Every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end
Oh oh mother
Oh mother dear please listen
And dont devour me
Oh mother dear please listen
And dont devour me
Oh women please have mercy
Let this poor boy be
Oh mother dear please listen
And dont devour me
song performed by by Police
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I'd Surrender All
I wake up to the silence
In a room where I once heard "Good Morning Dear"
I never thought I'd miss the early morning smell
Of hairspray in the air
All the little things I used to take for granted
Now I miss them most of all
Ain't it funny how a woman walking out the door
Can bring a man to crawl
And I'd surrender all
To bring you back to me
Give up everything I own
Get down on my hands and knees
Just to hear the phone ringing down the hall
Oh, If you would only call, I'd surrender all
--- Instrumental ---
Now I'm staring out the window
Praying every passing car would bring you home
So I could take you in my arms
And give the kind of love
You should have known
And I'd surrender all
To bring you back to me
Give up everything I own
Get down on my hands and knees
Just to hear the phone ringing down the hall
Oh, If you would only call, I'd surrender all
If you would only call, I'd surrender all...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Renda Writer - The Other Line
I saw a man
Fishing
Off the side of the pier
Fishing for a fish
And then...
His cell phone rang
He picked it up
And began talking
Cell phone in one hand
Fishing pole in the other
And then...
The tip of his pole
Started bending
He got a bite
And then...
He said
To the person on the phone
'Let me call you back,
I've got someone on the other line'
poem by Renda Writer
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Scared
I was fine, happy and enjoying
Till from ur number my phone started ringing
My heart then beat fast, cold felling came
Found myself in darkness, hands and leg shake
I was in dilemma, scared, dark, pale I became
I had always loved you wanted to pick da phone
As it had really been long since we talked or you called last
I was scared to pick phone, cause I remembered pain u gave me in past..
The end
poem by Sushanta Rokka
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I Need A Doctor
In the morning
Radio jingles
Drive me mental
Turning my blood into water (yeah)
Hear the shallow -
Conversation
From the station
Sugar cube a generation (yeah!)
But aah would you take me home?
Aah - would you know what to do -
When we got there?
Aah - may I use your phone?
I need my mother!
(so) educate me
Radio ego
I will follow
But what will I find tomorrow (well? )
But aah would you take me home
Aah to the little white hospital -
In my head
Aah - may I use your phone
I need my mother? !
But aah would you take me home
Aah would you know what to do -
When we got there?
Aah - may I use your phone
I need a doctor!
song performed by by Underworld
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The Phone
There is this phone
which won't ring
settled there in my
heart crease.
Stubbornly silent
opaque
un-ringing.
I move it
hoping it to motivate;
I ignore it
thinking to placate
that Yearning
Agony
of not knowing;
why don't you call?
The phone is broken
or is it my heart?
The silence is leaden
or is it my anger?
The way it ignores me
feels like shame,
for something I did wrong.
Me and the phone.
Another Boy Friend
Gone
another crimson crease in my
self-beating heart.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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