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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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Cell Phone Mania

Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.

Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.

Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.

There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.

Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.

Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.

People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might

as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.

Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,

Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.

wrote 1-19-07

poem by Jim Foulk
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Your Fishing Pole

There is something about you, something in your soul
something that seems to surround your fishing pole….

You moved to the coast, now that’s no lie
And we had a hard time with that little goodbye
But no need for heartache, no need to console
You had your boat and your fishing pole.

You know everyday you go out to fish
it’s like a genie granting every little wish
every time that bobber goes out of control
we know you are happy with your fishing pole.

Now on birthdays it’s special out on the water
I hear if you’re there, they’ll jump for the slaughter
You’ll be piling them in like your lucks on a roll
Reeling them in with your fishing pole

So today of all days take heed and relax
Pack up a cooler with drinks and some snacks
put on your shoes and go take a stroll
Down to your boat with your fishing pole.

poem by Kathleen J. Shields
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My Fishing Hole

I'm going down to my fishing hole,
Got my tackle box, and Garcia pole.
Gonna catch a mess of fish for lunch,
Fry em up in my pan, I love that crunch.

With a bitsy minnow on my line,
I'll catch enough, so all can dine.
Hoping for blue gills and sunfish too,
I love fishing that's what I do.

I got a sandwich and a couple of beers,
I do love fishing, I hold it dear.
Look at this fishing hole, what a beautiful sight,
Hold on, hold on now, I got a bite.

11/16/10 Alton Texas

poem by Juan Olivarez
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Passion's Pride

Alone.........I sit
By the fishing hole
Didn't bring don't need
...No fishing pole

Just want to catch
A breath of air
..And reconcile
Distraught..despair

..For in my slumber
Though wide awake
Passion's pride
Fueled my mistake

..And now..so alone am I
By the fishing hole
Didn't bring..don't need
...No fishing pole

Author's note:

.....Just the way life is.........sometimes.....

poem by James B. Earley
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When the cell phone was born

Something happens
When the cell phone was born
Beyond sex and gender
Beyond race and religion
Beyond economic status
Each hand holds
This thing
And says

hi!

Hello, how are you doing?

To every extreme end
Of this world
From the north to the South Pole
Passing by the equator
The world now is
Too small
Too near

Your cell phone is ringing
Then,
This internet thing…..

Write it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The difference between talking on your cell phone while driving and speaking with a passenger is huge. The person on the other end of the cell phone is chattering away, oblivious.

quote by Marilyn vos Savant
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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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Hook, Line And Sinker

I have always wondered what it means
when someone using oral means
says something so colloquial
that it is understood by all
except us foreigners of course
yes language, it is such a force!

A lady fishing from the bridge
her husband though had climbed a ridge
they were in heated competition
and liked the thought of going fishing.

A tug was felt along her line
at first she felt she should recline
and pull until the fish came out
it probably would be a trout.

It did not work and hubby yelled
about the way his sweetheart held
the fishing pole, she called him 'stinker'
then she fell in, hook, line and sinker.

poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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The Wal Mart Foot

I drove to Wal mart the other day
When I parked and got right out
A woman with a little girl
Began to cry and shout

“There’s a foot hanging out
Of a car right over there, ”
She pointed nearly hysterical
So of course I began to stare

My husband started to walk away
When I grabbed his arm and said
“Don’t leave now, look over there
Looks like somebody’s dead”

“It’s not real, ” he said with a glance
The woman’s cell phone was at her ear
“Oh yes it is, she said emphatically
“It is exactly what I feared”

My husband, brave as he can be
Walked over and grabbed right on
“See, it’s just a rubber foot”
He reached for the lady’s cell phone

“Lady, It’s not an emergency, ”
He said right in the phone to 911
'It’s a rubber foot this lady saw, '
And handed her back the phone

I know that there are many times
We don’t see what we think you see
But when I looked at the hole in that car
It looked like a foot jutting out to me!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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Honey, I Took The Fishing Boat

I took the boat out fishing,
and didn’t tell you that I went
Then before I knew it
all my fishing time was spent
Some angels pulled me over
and said that I must dock
I wasn’t even startled
so I must have been in shock
They wouldn’t let me make a phone call
just said they’d let you know
Then they said, “ Lay down the fishing poles”
and to heaven we did go
They dressed me in a flowing robe
I guess I’m in the choir
I sing a decent alto
but I can’t go much higher
Well, looks like I’m here to stay,
so you must follow aft
Don’t worry that I took the boat
I did leave you the raft

poem by Rosie McFadden
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Electro child

Cry cry

Cry...

The cell phone

On my hand

With my lovengely child...

Yes...

Todays electro child is

Cell phone...

Cry with

Male+ female

Married+ un married

All hands cry cry

The cell phone child

Today....?

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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My First Fishing Trip

Went with dad to Port Isabel to learn to fish,
‘Cause to catch a fish I told him that I did wish.
So to Purdy’s Court fishing pier,
We went with all our fishing-gear.
Yes, that fishing trip with dad I’ll always cherish!

There we were, him giving me casting instruction,
Then he baited my hook with a live crustacean,
I cast out high in the sky.
To catch a big fish to fry,
But instead, caught a sea gull - as consolation!

poem by Bobby Beddoe
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Broremann The Fisherman

Broremann the Angler

On the pier where fishing vessels were tied up my brother
sat fishing all the while seagulls kept swooping and shrieking,
he blissfully ignored them. He had no hook at the end of his
line and when asked why he said, I don´t like to hurt the fish.
But crafty little Broremann was not as innocent as you may
think, he didn´t like fish, all those horrible tiny bones,
his mother had sent him down to the pier to try catch some
fish for lunch. He liked sausages with mashed potatoes and
stewed peas, now he could go home tell his mother fish didn´t
bite today, but made sure to put the hook on the line so his
mother could see he was really trying. An old fisherman gave
him two sardines wrapped in a newspaper, but wouldn´t you
know it the pair of sardines somehow slipped out of the paper
and made their way back to the sea.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Gone Fishing

Im gone fishing
I got me a line
Nothing I do is gonna make the difference
So Im taking the time
And you aint never gonna be happy
Anyhow, anyway
So Im gone fishing
And Im going today
Im gone fishing
Sounds crazy I know
I know nothing about fishing
But just watch me go
And when the time has come
I will look back and see
Peace on the shoreline
That could have been me
You can waste a whole lifetime
Trying to be
What you think is expected of you
But youll never be free
May as well go fishing

song performed by by Chris Rea
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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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The Fisherman's Boat

I am tied to a pole
In me came and sat a fisherman with a big mole
He had a fishing rod and a net
With a bucket and bait so wet

He untied me and rowed me
Into the deep sea
And with rod, net and bait
He caught fish till late

He went home with a big fish
To prepare and eat a tasty dish
Tomorrow again he’ll come wearing his overcoat
To untie me, his little fishing boat.

poem by Niharika Singh
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5. Gone Fishing

Fishermen cast out their nets
We all in turn go fishing
Some will use a rod and line
While others fish by wishing

Some wish for so many things
Like numbers in a line
If the line is lacking some
Next time they say that’s fine

Others fish for gossip
So they can tell to others
No escape for anyone
Not even someone’s brothers

Fishing for a missing sock
The washer won’t release
Hiding out behind the drum
With fluff and bits of fleece

You see we all go fishing
Not always using bait
Just cast a line for what you want
Then settle down and wait

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Steal

A fishing rod
Stretch into the fishing pond slightly
Sneaking the child
Look around furtively
He did not see
I was at the window
Seeing him

knocked on the window
Ran away the child
Leave a fishing rod
I saw a mouse
Run away like a rushing smoke

The fishing rod
Hung on the iron railing and swayed
Nor fish no fishing rod
The child
The first lesson in life
A cost of stealing

poem by Catherine Yen
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Make a Kid Happy

If you want to make a kid happy
Just put a fishing pole in his hand
As soon as he snags one
He’ll feel like the King in his land

There’s nothing like the feel
Of a tug on the end of the line
His heart starts to race instantly
It could be a branch with a little twine

It’s not only the sport of fishing
But he’s bringing food to dinner
So proud that kid will be
A sport that makes him a winner

So if you want to make a child happy
Get him started in this wonderful game
Put that rod in his hands
He will never again be the same!