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Another rant and a wicked suggestion

Spent one hour plus on the phone
trying to book a routine visit
from the power company;
innumerable options,
given seven further phone numbers;
it was booked; they never turned up;
round the circuit again...

Suggestion: get a numbered invoice pad printed,
charge everyone who does this to you
'For professional attention: x hours @ $/£ xxx = $/£ xxx'...

Bet some of them pay you...

Have fun.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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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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Another ******* rant...

Emotion recollected in
Tranquillity? Not.

British Telecom has this time
added to my modest bill
£4.50 ($ 9, right?) for
‘processing’ my payment.
That’s 10% of my modest bill..
the bloody nerve.

So what about the cost to me
of ‘processing’ my bill?
The costly stamp I’m lucky
if I’ve got; the mental effort
of having to spell out the figures
on the cheque, in case someone
alters them; the walking to the postbox..
what makes them think I’m not doing this
in my expensive working hours, for which
I charge a consultation fee?

I see they’ve even set up
a separate company to ‘process’…
bet that was cheap… Though of course
I could follow their ‘complaints procedure’
and phone them… ‘ we are sorry but
our lines are Very Busy…your phone call
is important to us…please hold the line…’

So tell me, why shouldn’t I… charge them? …

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Hate My Phone

Have you ever had a phone?
That you couldn’t stand?
If you have, you are not alone.
My phone doesn’t like to follow my command!

My phone hates me!
I hate it!
I would love to throw it in the sea,
But, my life would be gone I have to admit!

I hate my phone!
What can I do?
If only another one I could own.
Another phone I need, but it should be new.

If I get a new phone it will need,
A camera that pictures and video it takes,
Unlimited texting is what we agreed.
I have no time for mistakes!

Also, I would need free long distance,
In case there is someone I want to call that is not where I am,
No, I don’t need any assistance.
For my new phone, all I have to say is DANG!

My new phone will be the envy of everyone,
Everyone will want mine,
To bad that they don’t get it, I’m the only one,
There is no need to whine!

Go Ocean, Go Ocean, Go Ocean!
That’s what they’ll be saying!
I and my phone will be all the rage and commotion!
Everyone will be around me and no, nobody will be playing!

I hate my phone,
I need a new one,
I know I’m not alone,
To have the greatest and newest phone would be fun!

Go Ocean, Go Ocean, Go Ocean! ! ! !
I still hate my phone!
Ha, this poem is long because of a motion!
Ha, I got many problems, luckily I’m not alone!

I Hate My Phone! ! !

poem by Ocean Myranda
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The Phone (Like Him)

the sick old man
in the apartment cold and bare,
raises the gun to his head:
'God forgive me for what i do...'

a cut off notice from the electric company,
unopened on the table,
an eviction notice hanging
on the door...

his son's phone number by the phone,
but the phone, like him,
is dead!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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God Help Me......My Sisters In Love.

Every Sunday night my sister gives me a call
She talks for hours and hours
About nothing at all

Monday my phone rings, an it’s real late
“I met this guy in a club, an he’s sooooo great”
Her voice goes on through the night
Still telling me about him until it gets light

Tuesday, she’s on the phone to me again
Her constant chatter, driving me insane
He’s this, he’s that…I got the story of his life
An like, how many times did she say ‘I wanna be his wife’

Wednesday it rings and I just wanna scream
Their now an item… “He’s such a dream”.
I know his favourite color, and what aftershave he wears
Oh, an hes got a friend who plays for the Chicago bears

Thursday, the phone is stuck to my ear
“You wanna speak to him, he’s right here”
Now I got this guy telling me about his car
The names of his buddies and his favourite bar

Friday I pull the cable from the wall
I don’t wanna another telephone call
For one night, that phone aint gonna ring
I wanna sit in silence, an not hear a damn thing

Saturday night I pick up the phone
He’s dumped her, an she’s all alone
I dash round to hold her tight
Snuggled in, she cries through the night

Like I say….
Every Sunday night my sister gives me a call
She talks for hours and hours
About nothing at all
But hey
What are sisters for?

poem by Donna Elouise James
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Zero Covers All

Lately I realize.
I am a numb number,
living through life.
First child.
Date of birth.
Sixth star of twenty-seven.
Scorpio numbers six of twelve.
Studied tenth class,
Then 5-year’s graduation,
Every class I had a scroll number.
Exams written on id number.
Studied law.
Head churning three years,
with numbered sections.
Penal code, constitution.
Clauses of law in numbered sects.
Registered in bar council.
Legal practice.
Case files are numbered.
Subsequently I got,
House number, door number.
Phone number.
Mobile number.
Account numbers.
Credit card number.
Pan card number,
Folio numbers,
Car number,
License number,
Policy number,
Health card number,
Election card number,
Passport number,
Ration card number,
Ultimately, when you put me in morgue,
allotted me a number.
Which, I do no know.
However, I know a number.
I am a big zero.
It covers all my life
Yes, we discovered zero.
What a relief?
Does it not cover all?
fulfill all values!
By the way your number please?
X number or N number?
Infinite numbers.
________________

poem by Satheesan Rangorath
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She Mannequin

Pefect girl - visit me in your dreams
Run away with me tonight
This lasts forever all it seems
That your not real to me
I don't care
Chrystal clear - I see your face
And I know you see me too
You look at me
My heart is race
Not even real yet
I fall for you
Do you seem so real to me
Just my dream - my fantasy
Mean nothing it all
A vision in my mind
I don't care
I don't know
I don't care
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah.
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets
For you
Waited for you
You never came
Lying away alone in bed
Yet you have changed
I'm still the same
Your promises were in my head
Do you seem so real to me
I couldn't see
Nothing it all
A vision in my mind
I don't care
I don't know
I don't care
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets
For you
And only you
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off
The lights are off
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
Please turn the lights on
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish were talking on the phone)
I'm still asleep kickin' in my sheets, yeah
The lights are off when we're alone
(Yes, we were talking on the phone)
The lights are off
The lights are off
The lights are off when we're alone
(Wish we were talking on the phone)
Please turn the lights on

song performed by by All American Rejects
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My free time at home is usually spent emailing, listening to music, reading and talking on the phone. I wish I was on the phone less, but I have been fortunate to stay in touch with so many incredible friends.

quote by Steve Nash
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I Use to Wish I Had Children

Pour that coffee in my cup.
Do it and don't interrupt.
Can't you see that I'm on the phone?
Why can't I have time on my own,
Without your ears near.

Make no sound and say no more.
Go quietly and shut the door.
Let me sit and sip and relax.
Can't I have a moment for that.
Pretend I'm not here.

As soon as the phone rings,
Children I don't see...
Suddenly appear.

They want my full attention,
As if they've been ignored for many years.
To annoy and make clear...
I'm not alone.
Even though I know they're at home.
And wanting me not on the phone!

'I use to wish I had children.
But after our conversations...
Which we never finish.
I'm happy I have peace of mind.
But I do sometimes spike my coffee with scotch! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So I just got on the phone and the engineer just patched me in and I did reports. I'd get a community leader and bring him to the phone, call up the station and do an interview over the phone with the guy.

quote by Ed Bradley
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When Numbers Get Serious

I have a number in my head
Though I dont know why its there
When numbers get serious
You see their shape everywhere
Dividing and multiplying
Exchanging with ease
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers are easy to please
Take my address
Take my phone
Call me if you can
Heres my address
Heres my phone
Please dont give it to some madman
Hey hey, whoa whoa
Complicated life
Numbers swirling thick and curious
You can cut them with a knife
You can cut them with a knife
Two times two is twenty-two
Four times four is forty-four
When numbers get serious
They leave a mark on your door
Urgent. urgent.
A telephone is ringing in the hallways
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers will speak to us always
That is why a man with numbers
Can put your mind at ease
Weve got numbers by the trillions
Here and overseas
Hey hey, whoa whoa
Look at the stink about japan
All those numbers waiting patiently
Dont you understand?
Dont you understand?
So wrap me
Wrap me
Wrap me do
In the shelter of your arms
I am ever your volunteer
I wont do you any harm
I will love innumerably
You can count on my word
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers
Will always be heard
When times are mysterious
Serious numbers will always be heard
And after all is said and done
And the numbers all come home
The four rolls into three
The three turns into two
And the two becomes a
One

song performed by by Paul Simon
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If The Phone Doesnt Ring Its Me

If the phone doesnt ring its me
1985
The time spent writing about the intensity involved in trying to
Keep love together is short; but the endless research can kill you.
There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents that take us and sweep us away
Thats why we seldom have seen us
In the light of a cold hard day
Lots of new friends with the same old answers
Open your eyes
You might see
If our lives were that simple
Wed live in the past
If the phone doesnt ring
Its me
If the phone doesnt ring
Youll know that its me
Ill be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesnt ring
You know that Ill be
Where someone can make me feel warm
Its too bad we cant turn
And live in the past
If the phone doesnt ring
Its me
Ive had good days and bad days
And goin half mad days
I try to let go but youre still on my mind
Ive lost all the old ways
Im searchin for new plays
Puttin it all on the line
Lots of new friends with the same old problems
Open your eyes you might see
If our lives were that simple
Wed live in the past
If the phone doesnt ring
Its me
If the phone doesnt ring
Youll know that its me
Ill be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesnt ring
You know that Ill be
Where someone can make me feel warm
Its too bad we cant turn
And live in the past
If the phone doesnt ring
Its me
Its me, its me
Its me, its me
Its me, its me
Its me, its me
If it takes all the future
Well live through the past
If the phone doesnt ring
Its me
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Background vocals: glenn frey, timothy b. schmit

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Cold Calling

My day started off well, but very rapidly began to turn sour,
When a company ‘cold-called’ five times in the space of an hour.
With their business practice, I was extremely far from impressed,
And their persistent calling soon began to cause me much stress.

The Asian sounding gentleman at the other end of the phone,
Politely introduced himself as somebody called Geoffrey Jones.
Whenever the phone rang after that, it, I would purposely ignore,
Worried that it was the same company calling me again once more.

They said my credit limit on my card had been raised,
But by this claim, I felt unsure and really rather phased.
So I checked my last statement and as far as I could tell,
Everything seemed in order and everything seemed well.

The man told me I was due three thousand pounds compensation.
I felt rather surprised and confused by this baffling information.
Part of me wondered if someone at my bank had made a mistake,
While part of me thought that this company probably was a fake.

When the man rang me back again, I interrupted his rapid flow,
And asked him, under which trading name his company goes.
So I typed in the company's name and looked them up online;
Soon discovering that the problem was far from being only mine!

On forums online, about the company, many people complained,
Saying that they had rung them persistently and they were a pain.
Calls from this company had filled people with worry and fear,
And many people warned other forum members to steer clear.

Cold calling is really annoying and even one phone call is bad enough,
But if they persistently ring you, it’s easy to end up in a right old huff.
The last time they called me, I was angry and, my words, I didn’t mince,
And, fingers crossed, I haven’t heard from that company again since.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Hey You, On The Phone

You,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.

Hey you,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.

All you want to do is stomp around and rock.
And,
Talk on the phone.
Or text mess. at home.

All you want to do is groan and shock a lot.
And,
Talk on the phone.
Or text mess. at home.
And,
Turn away to turn your back...
On something someone ask you to do.
Yes you do.
But...
You want someone there who just can't get there quicker for you.
Yes you do.

Yes you,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.

Hey you,
On the phone...
You can be much more than what I see,
But you wont.
You can be much better than just 'be',
To condone.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.

Hey you,
On the phone...
You can do much better.
Hey you,
On the phone...
You can do much better.
Hey you,
On the phone...
You can do much better.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
But you wont,
And you don't.
AND YOU WONT!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Mobile Phone

The Mobile phone or the Cell phone,
Is indeed a great invention! .
To the small gadget—a contraption,
We are now in total addiction.

It has of late a grip—so strong,
Over the human psyche—
The phone to possess every one long.

There is a big explosion,
In the varieties of the phone,
With many a different application!

T he mobile phones—a plethora
Exist and tantalize us,
Like the I-phone, Smart phone et cetera!

We are lured by user apps' many,
As to browse the inter-net,
And to keep us good company.

With it we can go for gaming,
Or go in for other spreads,
Or even go for mobile banking.

We can hear songs singing,
Or go for video-streaming.
It's all so mind boggling!

From the smart executive,
To the road-side gypsy—
It is so very far extensive.

From the impecunious vendor,
To the hierophantic priest—
It figures too with the money-lender.

From the college student,
To the vehicle drivers—
It is for all much prudent.

All are seen holding phones
To their ears or clutching it;
It appears none can survive sans phones!

Cell phones have come to play,
An indispensable part of life—
It is much a part of us all day!

It has become a sort of real phobia,
To not have one's mobile phone by—
So, for this fear, a new word is coined—'Nomophobia'!

poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Carmela

You are the lady that i met in my dreams,
And you are the lady that i am looking for;
Because, you are very attractive and beautiful!

You are the lady that i met in my dreams and,
Your name is Carmela;
And, you were born in the united Kingdom.

You were born to a Ghanaian family based in London,
The very lady that i met in my dreams!
And, your name is Carmela.

Lady Carmela! How are you?
I met you in the plane fyling back to Ghana from London;
And, you exposed a very special phone to me.

This phone have never is not yet out in the market!
However, i am an innovator;
So, i will surely take care of this product.

You did ask me in the plane to try your phone,
And, you were very friendly to me!
Even though, we just met for the first time.

We exchanged our phone numbers when we parted away,
From Accra Airport into our various homes;
But, i still wonder always if you are real in person! !
For, this was only a dream.

Maybe, i will meet you in person one day;
Maybe, we will come to know each other one day;
Oh! My sweet lady, Carmela! !
My heart is very clean waiting for your love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Talking to yourself blues.

The phone`s not going
To ring you know!
The clock ticks your life away.
On a sunny autumnal day in the country.
Damn!
How i wish,
I had that book of addresses
To console myself
Of friendlier days.
But that phone`s not going to ring oh!
I`ve got to go out
And bring about.
Some changes without
To within.

poem by Peter Vealey
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No More Lies

Everything
Everything reminds me
Easily
You walking out so easily
No goodbyes
Not even a tear for me
Now you cry
Youd like to have my company
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
No more lies
I dont need this anymore
Ive heard it all
Now Im gonna close the door
Seems to me
Nothing comes that easily
Time to leave
Youll take it all and run from me
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone
But Im not gonna call you again
Im not gonna pick up the phone
No Im not going through it again
Youre not gonna leave me alone

song performed by by Gary Numan
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