Get In Touch
Send us a letter,
Write us some prose,
Slip us an Email,
Text us, I suppose,
Pick up the phone now,
A message please, Hugh,
Because for six months
We've heard nothing from you.
Where are you living,
What's your address,
This waiting to hear
Is now causing distress.
The last time you phoned
You were travelling to Rome,
So are you still roaming?
When will you be home?
I'm sure that a stamp
Doesn' t cost very much,
It just needs a lick
So come on, get in touch.
We miss you alot,
We must speak to you too!
We're not pushing you, Son
But your Wife's overdue!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Remedy? See it, Read It And Delete
Why send a message,
With an expectation to receive a response.
If your 'email' box is full and blocked.
And when you confront people,
You ask of them...
Why has their communication stopped.
Why bother to have email at all?
If this instant way of keeping in touch,
Is quicker than making a telephone call.
Or if someone says,
'I answered your message...
Why haven't you responded? '
And that person says...
~Time has prevented me to do it.~
And this is the same person heard to say...
~No one ever tells me what's going on.
And if they did...
I haven't reviewed my email for weeks.~
Remedy?
See it, read it and delete!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Techno Love
Joy and passion
The beginning of all
Text my heart to
My latest blog
Warmth form my soul
I send to you
Passion and joy
The end doesn't come
Reach out and touch another
Email and instant message
Send out my digital love
Taste my technological lust
Freedom is the key
But its action that
Opens the door
www.thetearsicry.luv
I cry for the loves that I lost
And for the love I will never know
poem by Ismael Rodriguez
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Technology And Communications
What’s your mobile number?
I’ll call you later when
Things are not so busy
Now, just where is my pen?
No – let’s think – I’ll send an email
At least by close of play
Or maybe a text message
Is there any other way?
I could send facsimilies
Or faxes as they’re known
Sorry, I’m so busy
I really have to go.
Go where?
Go check my emails
Go where?
Go check my phone
Go where?
Go check my messages
Go where?
I just don’t know.
The magic of technology
Is it doesn’t matter where
The sender and receiver are
Or in their underwear
But we’ve got lost in all of this
Checking for things here and there
What seemed like real time saving
Now makes us pull out our hair
We spend so much time receiving
And retrieving things on screen
When a simple conversation
Could have made clear what we mean.
poem by David Keig
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Paddington Ear
alone
i made
a call
home
far away
from platform
one
& found
upon
my phone
a family
(half
asleep)
in bed
one half
my wife
one half
my son
& spoke
to both
a wife
i once
(or twice)
had listened
to
(or more)
a son
i heard
now speak
who wouldn’t
speak before
today it was
the first time
that my son
would speak
today
the first time
i would hear
him speak
today
i heard
my son
speak
today
i heard
my son.
13.iii.08 London Paddington
poem by Andrew Fincham
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Write Me A Letter
Write me a letter
and send it with care
telling you still love me
and will always be there.
I’m across an ocean somewhere
and the days seem so long.
I wait for each sunrise
and dream of our home.
Write me a letter
so that I can be
that little bit closer
to your loving arms and thee.
They say it won’t be long now
until we’ll becoming home.
So write me a letter
telling me you’ll still be waiting there.
poem by David Harris
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Now Life or death didn’t matter to me
I wrote a letter to her
Filled it with choicest words
Expressing
My love and desire for her
Full of hope
Kept waiting for days
Lost my peace, lost my sleep
Waiting for the postman
To bring a message from her
My heart pained
Anxiety increased
I did not hear from her
I didn’t know what to do
Kept praying to god
One day the postman came
The address was not correct he said
Returned the letter back to me
I decided to give my life away
Ran towards the river bridge
To jump into the river beneath
There I saw somebody jumped
Before I could
A letter was lying on the ground
I picked the letter
Read it with a heavy heart
To learn it was written by her
She ended her life
Waiting to hear from me
She could not contact me
As I had changed my house
I became a living, dead
Now Life or death
Didn’t matter to me
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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She Kept Waiting
She kept
waiting to hear for him
There was no message
No call from him
She kept checking
The mailbox from time to time
Falsely smiling
On seeing some body
Ate food without enjoying
Looked at the door
And the phone
A thousand times
Tried to sleep but couldn’t
Stopped leaving the house
Thinking
She might miss the call
Waiting for him
Became a nightmare
Tears flowed now and then
Thoughts keep coming
She said to herself
He never keeps his promises
She will never allow him
To leave her alone
He said, he will be travelling
In the countryside
Communicating will be difficult
So be patient
Simple for him, to say this
Never realized the agony
she was in
It is better to die
Than to wait for him
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Farewell
(r. stewart / m. quittenton)
Fare thee well my brother
Please dont stand in my way
Im going down to that dirty town
No matter what you say
You fooled me and you ruled me
And you played in every part
I gotta go, its no use me stayin home
Goodbye my sister
Please dont let me see you cry
Gonna be a star some day
No matter what they say
And when you hear the crowds
All callin and shouting out my name
Until then, my little friend, Ill be unsatisfied
So long sweet melinda
Dont forget that youre my girl
Gonna dress you fine
And if you give me time
Make you proud like I said I would
And if the champs elysees no fallacy
If I find the world looks like it should
Candy cars, movie stars, street bars
Then I could stay a while
Well I love you
Shall I write or phone from paris or rome
And Ill miss you all
Even tho youre tryin to hold me back
Farewell all my family
Dont you know I mean you so well
Please appreciate I must make a break
Just to see what I can do
The stage is set so understand
I cant hide in the wings no more
Ive got to go now its no use me staying home
All I can say is I love you
Shall I write or phone from paris or rome
And I think Im always gonna miss you
And I love you always
I think Im always gonna miss ya
Even tho youre tryin to hold me back
And I love you and I miss you
If you dont get no mail you know Im in jail
But I love you and I miss you
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Send A Message
In a line of fire I stand and wait for you, I cant hold out for too long
Searchin every part of me for a sign, Im in the middle of a storm
I keep hopin, keep on dreamin, somehow youll get through to me
So I reach across the silence, in the air, I keep hopin for a sound
Just a word or two is all I need, how can I bring you back around
Can you hear me, can I touch you, show me the way to your heart
Chorus:
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
In my dark and lonely night I look for you, wont you save me from myself
When my senses melt away you will be here and I wont need nobody else
I cant hold back, I wont fight it, roll back this stone from my heart
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
Everything you are (everything you are)
Means everything to me (means everything to me)
I will wait for you (I will wait)
Time is all we need (is all)
(guitar solo)
I keep hopin, keep on dreamin, somehow youll get through to me
Send a message - send me a message tonight
Send a message - in my dreams you are never out of sight
Send a message - let me stand in your light, just send me a message
(send a, send a, send a, send a, send a, send a) Im ready, I am ready
Send a, send a
Send me a, me a
Send a, send a...
song performed by by Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Transatlantic
3000 miles across the sea, are you waiting there for me
Im stuck here in this state, so I must communicate
Dont know just where you are, just know that youre too far
Theres only one thing I can do
Chorus:
Gonna send my love to you (transatlantic)
Beam my message through
Gonna find your frequency (transatlantic)
Send it e.s.p.
Thru the static in the air, I will transmit that I care
Do you read me loud and clear, yes thats my heartbeat that you hear
No phone no radio, the telegrams too slow
Im going crazy without you
Gonna send my love to you (transatlantic)
Beam my message through
Gonna find your frequency (transatlantic)
Send it e.s.p.
S.o.s, in distress
Close my eyes for your reply
Do you read me
Will you reach me
Transistor tube and microchip
Wont bring me closer to your lips
Send a kiss out through the night
Like a laser beam of light
No underwater train, no supersonic rain
Is fast enough to get to you
Gonna send my love to you (transatlantic)
Beam my message through
Gonna find your frequency (transatlantic)
Will you
Will you read me
Send my love (transatlantic)
I wanna know
Do you read me...
song performed by by Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Shall I Miss You?
the port sits there
the waves of the sea begin its travel
you are on the trough
and the ups and downs of the tides
shall take you away from me
you are in the foams
and i am in the mist of the mornings
the fog of my doubts
has given me
what certainties i need to
make me strong
once i wrote you a letter
when letters were the trend of those
lonely day: dear beloved, i miss you
but i guess that letter (which i somehow
regret having written
signed by another foolish pen)
must not have reached your
faithfulness because your
patience has not afforded
it the dignity
or concern of an answer
time is kind
it makes us forget and even forget
and forgo and
teach us to live
with a purpose saying: go on, move forward
that is the only choice
now, i have this pc,
i have your email address
i want to tell you: dear miss sue
i must honestly tell you
that i am happier now
without you.
i did not send it.
coz it does not really matter.
i have my own life now, and i am
this fat, contented cow
grazing on the green fields
of my endeavor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Will The Circle Be Unbroken?
(Simon)
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
I\\\\\\\'m out in the jungle
I\\\\\\\'m hungry to hear you
Send me a card
I am waiting so hard to be near you
Something is wrong and I know I got a feelin\\\\\\\'
Maybe I\\\\\\\'m lost but I can\\\\\\\'t make the cost of the airfare
Tell me why, tell me why
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
A letter would brighten my loneliest evening
Mail it today if it\\\\\\\'s only to say
That you\\\\\\\'re leaving me
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write
Monday morning sitting in the sun
Hopin\\\\\\\' and wishin\\\\\\\' that the mail would come
Tuesday I never got a word
Wednesday,, Thursday ain\\\\\\\'t no sign
Drank a half a bottle of iodine
Friday, woe is me
I\\\\\\\'m gonna hang my body from the highest tree
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Ramblings in a phone booth
I'm trying to remember
When last was I stuck
In a phone booth on pavement
Without card or a buck.
‘Twas in Chicago Illinois
When trying to phone home,
(ET comes to mind)
That reminds me of Rome -
Frantic calls to the bank
To send me more money,
Pickpockets had cleaned mine
Now that wasn't funny.
And the film, ah yes
Colin Farrell; never saw it,
Preferring the red phone booths
In a typical English village.
Inspector Morse and Miss Marple
More my cup of tea.
Is that the time already?
Enough ramblings from me!
poem by Harriet James
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Hey, It could be Verse
I write poetry for a living
And it's hard in this recession:
-Getting by on one thin rhyme.
-Its a recipe for depression.
If beauty would inspire me
I'd go hang out in a bar
Where, I've heard it said, by 3 A.M.
Plain Janes are movie stars.
I stand out in the Quatrain
To catch couplets in my hands-
But they slip between my fingers
And get soaked up by the sand.
Some poets hear the music
in the speech of common man.
I'm tone deaf to the Siren's call
-like a whale beached on the strand.
I haven't quit my day job
And folks say thats for the best
It may not be that glamorous
But it keeps me fed and dressed.
I'm a writer in the blogosphere
It's a living I suppose-
It's a harsh and spare existence
when I'm reduced to writing prose..
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Declining Art Of Communication
We all seem to be living our lives
At an ever increasing pace.
We are finding less and less time
To meet up with people face to face.
You often read stories in the press,
About people being fired or dumped by text.
The way in which we communicate has changed so much,
That you do find yourself wondering 'Whatever next? '
There are some things, which by text or email,
You just really shouldn't say:
Like, if you're telling someone that they're no longer wanted,
Or that someone they know has just passed away.
You can check your email at your leisure,
Unlike if someone contacts you by phone,
But like they say, it's good to talk,
So you really shouldn't moan.
I love receiving letters on fancy paper from my friends,
And hear them dropping through my letterbox,
But the whole idea of 'snail' as opposed to email,
Is a concept which, nowadays, is often mocked.
If you're talking face to face,
You're less likely to get the wrong impression.
You can connect more to people's thoughts and feelings,
If you are able to read their facial expressions.
Tackling a sensitive subject with someone,
Often has us trembling with fear,
But is it really better for it to be discussed
Electronically, rather than ear to ear?
Sometimes, you can spend hours together,
During which time, very little of importance is said.
Then, later, you log on to your computer,
And discover all the gossip is on there instead!
If you put all of your news on Facebook,
You may find your face to face conversation is suddenly dead.
When you next meet up with someone and mention your news,
They will turn to you, and say 'Yeah, you said'!
The world of communication has come on in leaps and bounds,
But, in some ways, it has advanced too much.
Communication can now be so impersonal,
That we seem to have lost the human touch.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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If It's FREE!
If it's free...
With no purchase necessary?
And you have my address,
You confessed you got online!
You have my email and zipcode...
And a copy of the worse photo,
I've taken in my life...
For the first time! ; -)
You call me on the phone,
Knowing I've been divorced...
And married twice.
To ask me to confirm if it's me,
In my own home!
To play 'kittens skipping with mice'.
That's not awfully bright!
Not at this hour of the night!
I 'thought' you said you had a gift for me?
If it's free...
Send it!
That's none of your business,
If I'm still single Or live alone!
You will know if I'm pleased,
By not getting a response
When the gift arrives and is received!
Wasn't that easy?
Now just send it...
IF It's FREE!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Personal Poem) Big Sister is Missing
You don't have to sanction what I'm doing.
I need not your approval to continue on.
Though at times it would be nice.
To hear from you.
To say I'm glad your still alive.
But silence is all you give me.
I think its all I'll ever see.
In a world behind closed doors.
Miles off in the distance who cares.
Well I do.
And I'll remind you everyday if I have to.
I'm not going anywhere.
And this I swear.
With every angry breath of air.
I still love you.
We are blood and it'll never be forgotten.
Even in hell on earth and much worse.
I will never speak to you from something rehearsed.
I will speak only the word that comes to me.
Small and incidental to most.
But I don't care because I'm trying to reach a ghost.
Somebody who disappeared over five months ago.
poof gone with no given notice.
Not a single phone call.
Nothing to let me know the kids are alright.
So just talk to me my big sister.
Contact me by email,
Contact me by phone.
Contact me by address.
Anyway to let me knowing your doing alright.
Cause I no longer see your light.
I'm so afraid something bad might have happen.
Without a trace, with my soul searching for the right words to say.
I'm sorry for anything and everything I've done to you.
Anything to bring you back to my reality.
A wake up call.
Can you hear me at all.
This is not funny.
I don't know where you are.
Is it far.
I'm so in the dark.
I'm going pray for you everyday till contact is made.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I'll Be Back
Messages come, and make us suffer
A letter comes, and keeps on asking…
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty
The one's I trust
A form of rose
Has written me this letter
And has asked me
Someone's breaths, Someone's heartbeat
Someone's desires, Someone's smile
Someone's dull mornings, sleepy evenings
Lonely nights, unsaid words
Longing arms
And have asked her
Longing eyes
That...
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this house is empty
The ones with love
My best friends
Have wrote and asked me
My village, my people
Old trees, White clouds
Green grass, my soil
My celebrations, my religion
My farms, my land
My parents and
My wife has asked
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you this country is lonely and empty
Sometimes a motherly river's letter comes by
And brings along
My childhood days, my games in the backyard
My mother's support, being protected
My mother's lullaby, the softness of her hands
The desire in the eyes, the worries in her words
Hard on the outside, Lovely from the inside
Acts my mom
And asks me in each letter
When are you coming?
When are you coming?
Write me when you're coming home
Without you my lap is empty
Hey the passing wind tell me
Will u please do a little favor for me?
Go to my state and salute to my friends
In that state there's a road
Where my wife and kids live
Just tell them that I love them
Just tell them that I love them
Further down that road
Is my old mother
Just touch her feet and
Say my name in her ear
Hey the passing wind
Just to my friends
My wife and kids,
And my old mother
Send them this message
And tell them that…
I will come home
I will come home
The promise I made to…
My soil
To its colorful nature
To my mother lap
To my blossomed flowers
And to someone's heart…
I will fulfill it
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
I will come back one day
This war will be over one day
poem by Kiara Davar
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Overheard From A Caller Inside An Internet Cafe (can There Be Something Poetic In This?)
......(can't hear it)
on monday?
oh i can have it on tuesday?
....
yeah i like to meet you
....
maybe your parents will be angry?
.....
that is very loud i can hear you
ha ha
there is some music
ok
i think i better text you
yeah i can hear
(noises)
yes huh
...
so you're in the house now
...
i see, ok, ok
so i don't want you be travelling...
....
can i call you tomorrow morning? what time do you want
me to call you?
...
yeah, i'll send you text messages
...
nice to hear you again...
ok
... i call you tomorrow, .. goodnight.. bye bye
ok i call you again tomorrow.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sad Story 3 (A True Story)
In some lives tragedy lingers
like a low hanging dark cloud.
Take the life of a friend of mine.
A few years ago, he fell off his horse
and missed a lovely weekend away.
After months of recuperation
life started to build itself again.
Getting home one evening,
he found his partner not feeling well
and within a matter of hours, she was gone.
The weeks that followed
his world seem to be caving in.
First his job was to go
and then the flat he lived in.
Nothing seemed to be going right.
He met up with his ex-wife
because his daughter had become
a drug addict and an alcoholic.
Somehow, their love for one another
started to blossom again.
He began to grow in strength again.
Life was getting better at every bend,
but tragedy hadn’t left him,
it just waited to come back.
Then I heard it had struck again
just as he was getting settled
it struck again with vengeance
only this time to his ex wife.
He went around to see her
as he normally did
only to find police everywhere.
Asking why they were there,
they told him it was a crime scene I am afraid
and that his ex wife had been murdered.
How is he coping I am not sure.
I’ve tried to phone him,
but his phone is switched off I’m afraid.
There is an emptiness in my heart
as he is a nice and gentle man.
I shall keep on trying to get in touch with him,
as he is a good friend.
I just hope he doesn’t fall
into a depression again.
One never knows
how much tragedy any man or woman can endure.
This story has no end and nor will it
until I hear from my good friend.
27 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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