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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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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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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Granpa
i wanted to hang up the phone
while i was talking
i had been doing something
unimportant
i like your little rituals
you ask if im my mothers daughter
if im my fathers daughter too
and then you'll laugh
a precious kind of laughter
and then you'll tell me what the cat did
if the dog ran away
and who won the fight
you or her
i remember when you told me
about the inventor at your work
who wanted to build a phone
one could put in its pocket
and how everyone laughed
dear granpa
i hold this phone in my hands
i listen to your voice
and hope every time
this wont be the last call
She Came In Through Bathroom Window
She came in through the bathroom window
Protected by a silver spoon
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders
By the banks of her own lagoon
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
She said she'd always been a dancer
She worked at 15 clubs a day
And though she thought I knew the answer
Well I knew what I could not say
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could steal but she could not rob
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sunday's on the phone to Monday
Tuesday's on the phone to me
Oh yeah
song performed by by Beatles
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The Art of Conversation (Fun Poem 126)
In today’s society something is missing,
the art of conversation.
Nearly everyone forty and under
has a phone in their hand,
call It a mobile or a cell
it doesn’t matter which.
They use it twenty-four seven
not only for talking, but texting.
You see them in a restaurant
texting the person opposite only a foot away.
They say they do it because of the noise
and the noise they refer to is other phones ringing.
However, they don’t realise just how silly they look.
What could take a few minutes
takes more minutes to text.
Sometimes they even forget what they are eating
and pop their phone in their mouth.
A phone doesn’t taste as nice as a juicy sirloin steak.
When they order their phone,
they could order different colours.
Brown like gravy,
red like tomato sauce,
yellow like mustard
and put them all on their steak
like a deck of cards,
then shuffle them as they wait
for the next text to arrive.
Silly yes and maybe one day
they’ll look around at everyone
fiddling with their phones
and realize just how funny they look
and the art of conversation
may come back again.
Fingers crossed that might happen
and instead of them thinking to themselves
that I’m never alone with a phone.
(9 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Remember
I think it's funny, just a sad song
He likes his money, now you ain't got none
So is it mighty strange
Now that you are so broke
Don't try to make it man
You haven't got a home
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
It was a crush change, the money sure flew
You had a flash name, imagine you're broke
But now it's breaking up there's no one near you
Don't try for me to call
Cause I won't hear you
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
Well, don't you sit around, start to move on
Your life is broken down, so get a new one
And if you make it by and kiss the good life
Why don't you make it right
Just look at this time
Remember when I was in trouble
You put down the phone
And anywhere you go, you go alone
song performed by by Supertramp
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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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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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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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Do You Believe Me?
I drank a little too much,
The rum has a strong punch,
I don’t understand why,
Didn’t you say stop?
You knew I couldn’t see clearly,
With my foggy eyes.
I was so drunk I felt like I couldn’t move!
Tears poured out of my eyes,
I just wanted to go home!
There are guys all over,
Why did I put myself in this position?
I promised I’d be different!
I stumbled to the bed,
Talking to my brother on my cell phone,
Crying uncontrollably pleading him to help me,
But through the drunken fear filled speech and tears,
He doesn’t think anything’s really wrong,
I’m just too drunk, and scared to have a seizer and to die.
Hanging up the phone my heart sank.
Puking once more into the little garbage can.
Still laying there not knowing,
The guys have come in and she has locked the door,
They surround the bed with, their belts being to be undone,
One holds me down, while the other one has his way,
I am screaming for the girl, who I once called friend,
HELP PLEASE I DON’T WANT THIS! ! !
I try to fight, but I am too drunk.
They switch, it was all the first guys’ idea,
Then a third guy had his way,
Tearing me up more inside.
After that I past out,
So, I don’t know how many,
Had their fun with me.
I woke up scared and alone,
With one less friend.
And no where to call home.
But the worst thing about this is,
The one I called friend was right there,
THE WHOLE TIME and did nothing to stop it! ! !
Then when I tried to tell someone they didn’t believe me! ! !
My other friends, my mother, step father, THE COPS no one,
Even though these nightmares that won’t end,
To let my dreams begin!
They still don’t believe me!
Please tell me you believe.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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When I answer the phone
The phone is ringing
I can just look at the clock
And know it's you
You always call
Around the same time
Your so predictable
I let the answering machine answer it
Because I don't feel like getting yelled at just yet
So you leave a stupid random message
That always seem to make me smile
Then the next time you call back
I answer it and you make me cry
You always seem to bring me down
And the worst part of it
Is that I think it makes you happy
So after we're done talking
I sit alone and cry
I should of known better
Not to answer the phone
When you call
But all my friends hear
those stupid random messages
And tell me how funny you are
And how lucky I am to have you around
But your not funny
And I'm not lucky to have you around
No one see's how badly you treat me
When you think no one is around
I just want someone to see
How you really are
They think it's me that has the problem
When it's you that has the problem
But no one will see it
Because your such a great actor
Away
He's
Just
A
Phone call
Away
I call him
It rings…
He doesn't
Answer
Then it
Seems
He's a
Zillion
Miles
Away
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Hermit's Confession
So I never go out
but I'm never at home
so that's why I never
answer the phone.
You can believe me.
I'll tell you why.
The caller could be
someone I never
want to see,
someone who never
wants to see me.
Or so we agreed.
The truth can remain
hidden for years
till hung out to dry
in the summer sun
for all to see
like a nuclear plume.
So I never go out
but I'm never at home
so that's why I never
answer the phone.
You can believe me.
I've told you why.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Call Me Up (The Phone Is In The Cradle)
My friends, they don't talk much about religion
But my friends, they don't talk much anyway-ay
When they do I know I'd better listen
'Cause my good friends just naturally know
The right things to say
They say, call me up, the phone is in the cradle
Get yourself delivered to my door-oor
Well if you're so inclined and if you've got the time
We can talk the night away
Adam got so lonely in the garden
He said it's tough to be the only man alive
He said I'd give a rib for just somebody to talk to
Well thunder and lightnin' out providin'
You came strollin' by
She said, call me up, the phone is in the cradle
Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor
Well if you're so inclined and if you've got the time
We can talk the night away
Now Rosie was the queen of the all night cowboy
She said, Texas boy, you seem kinda shy-y
Don't you expect an embossed invitation
Just knock on the wall, come down the hall
And knock on by
She said, call me up, the phone is in the cradle
Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor
Call me up, the phone is in the cradle
Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor
Call me up, the phone is in the cradle
Get yourself delivered to my doo-oor
Call me up, the phone is in the cradle
Get yourself [fade]
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Our House With The Rotary Phone
I sit in a room that no longer exists
On a chair long since splintered and gone
While I pick at a meal I once would devour
in our house with the rotary phone.
I sit in the room that doesn’t exist
Enjoying my choice of ice creams
Recalling the window in Tiffany glass
Forgive an old man his daydreams
A simple “A” frame with three beds and a bath,
obsolete, yes, but our home.
It stood with its’ sisters on Queens borough Hill,
where the L.I.E. jams are well known.
I had known for some time that her best days were gone
A plywood fence circled our home
Title had passed to a contractor’s hands
Neglected, our house looked forlorn
My past like a picture ripped from its frame
They left not a stone on a stone
Not even the numbers on wood painted green
of our house with the rotary phone.
Our house and its twin have been wrecked and removed
And replaced with a modern brick “home”
So pardon my tear as I stand at the bier
Of our house with the rotary phone
poem by John F. McCullagh
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More Over-Heard Conversations At The Party
'Bet you thought you were talking to me didn't you? '
'We have them just where they want us'
'If I am an hallucination, why are you talking to me? '
'You keep applying for the job of my supervisor. That job is taken.'
If I wanted someone to run my life, Dad, I wouldn't choose you.
Being right all the time is not enough.
'Sometimes you have to stoop to see your dreams.'
'I can sing but only in the bathroom'
I like you, but, only because you like me
The higher I reach on the step-ladder of life, the more likely I will fall.
'I like me because I got you to like me.'
'I would be perfect if I didn't have all these flaws.'
'If you give me a kiss I will run away and keep it forever'
'I like to be with my friends when I want to be alone among people'
'He told me he liked me, so I hit him.'
I told him that I was trying to be wrong, but that he was making that difficult.
'I was so drunk I tried to make a phone call with her barbie doll.'
'So I am trying to fish my cell phone out of the toilet and it rings and then
someone says hello, and I turn around and it is Bob.'
'So I said 'Don't come back to me just because I asked you to.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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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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My Head
Where are you now
I want to talk to you
I'm sitting here alone
waiting by the phone
Where are you now
I want to talk to you
if only you were home
I wouldn't be alone
I wait for you
Where are you now
are you just toying with me
do you need me to play
all your high school games
Where are you now
I guess I'll try once more
I don't have much to say
but it's the tenth call that I made
And it's ringing in my head
yeah the last thing that
you said now
I ask you just
what is it you've tasted
your answer's hushed
I'm wasted
song performed by by Goldfinger
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I never answer if someone knocks on my door and only the band and my manager have my phone number. In any case my phone doesn't ring so I never notice it. I occasionally just walk past and pick it up to see if anyone's there.
quote by Robert Smith
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