The Day We Broke Up!
its 7.30
i was walking
hand on my phone
phone on my ears
i wonder why she hasnt answered any of my calls
38 on the dialled lists
8: 43 now on the clock,
A car passes over
she answers my call
but a male voice speaks
my world collapsed
reality hit my head
time for another walk
breathe in, breathe out,
process, analyze and think
temperance,
honesty,
integrity
justice
do these street signs reveal a message to me?
poem by Eugene Lumanlan
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Spiderwebs
You think that we connect
That the chemistrys correct
Your words walk right through my ears
Presuming I like what I hear
And now Im stuck in the web
Youre spinning
Youve got me for your prey...
Chorus:
Sorry Im not home right now
Im walking into spiderwebs
So leave a message
And Ill call you back
A likely story, but leave a message
And Ill call you back
You take advantage of whats mine
Youre taking up my time
Dont have the courage inside me
To tell you please just let me be
Communication, telephonie invation
Im planning my escape...
Chorus:
And its all your fault
I screen my phone calls
No matter who calls
I gotta screen my phone calls
Now its gone too deep
You wake me in my sleep
My dreams become nightmares
cause youre ringing in my ears
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Pain Of Existence Without.....
It was pain of existence without your phone calls.....
This pain was not related to time, as time moved on.....
but the pain remained, pain and more pain....
without a phone call from you........
Time started moving, but there was no phone call, , , , , ,
I was lost with the acute awareness of this great pain.....
pain and more pain......
I wish I could tell you how much your phone calls mean to me, , , , ,
what if we have not met, what if we have not seen each other
but dear your phone call is what makes me pull through my day....
your voice is a magic to me, it is music to my ears....
but dear you never called.... and the pain remains...
The pain reminds me of the wonderful times we had....
the long phone calls.... your voice, your silence, , your moans
all this was so wonderful, which meant so much to me....
but dear you never called........
come back and call me dear...... and tell me how much I mean to you
call me once my love........
I wait for your magic voice, for all wonderful things you tell me....
for all the beautiful moments over phone we had.......
I wait with great pain, pain and pain.....
Just to hear you..... or get a message from you
Your messages are my breakfast, my dinner, , , ,
I sleep thinking of you hearing you, reading you...
I wake up to read your message..........
But dear you never called you never messaged....
come back just once my love come back
I just want to tell how much I miss your voice.............
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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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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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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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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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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What Do You Call it?
What do you call it, when you have a disability,
And once your were at a church, and now you're not;
But no one from the church comes but say excuse me,
I cannot be there, I no longer can cope, did I put them in a spot?
What do you call it, is it an excuse, or am I contagious at all?
If your in a wheelchair, Being in a church my problem is small;
Why can't look past the chair, and see my need, today,
Even a phone call would help, but their heart says no way.
What do they call it, If some one is not so very well,
And can't get to church, pain is bad, they won't hear when I tell;
That I need fellowship from folks, so I don't shrink,
But they don't listen, their brains just don't think.
What does God call it, to leave a Christian alone,
That isn't very well, and yet, no one will ring on the phone;
I thought the Lord taught us, think of others first,
And when one is unwell, they shouldn't allow their bubble to burst.
Please Lord! Help me to have fellowship in some way,
When I can't get to church, they'd come some day;
It hurts to be left, with no calls, cards, or visitors as well,
Please Lord, make them think, to make my phone to bell.
poem by Margaret Haig
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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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Just A Phone Call
Should I call him
I should
I shouldn't
I should
I will call him
I can do it
No I can't
O come on cowgirl you can handle a bucking horse
But a little phone call scares you
Buck up already and call him
What’s the worst that can happen
Ok now dial the number
You have it memorized
I take a big breath
I dial the number but hang up right away
I try yet again I fail
The third time is the charm right
Ring...
Fire balls act like exploding volcano's go off in my stomach
Ring...
I almost hang up but it's too late
'Hello'
a woman answers the phone
'Hi uh... can I speak to Jayson? '
'Yes here he is'
I can’t breathe
My heart has stopped
What do I do now
Breath Becca breath
It’s just Jayson just Jayson
Nothing to worry about
Nothing at all
I think I'm going to faint
“Hello.” Jayson’s beautiful voice answers the phone
“Hi... um... how are you? ”
“Good... I actually wanted to talk to you Becca.”
“You... wanted to talk to... me? ”
Should I tell him
No he will think I’m a total looser
Should I tell him that I’m completely in love with him
We talk for what seamed for hours but really was only a few minutes
“Well I got to go Becca, it was nice talking to you again”
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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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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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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I know how many days in which I have just answered e-mail, had three phone calls and a two hour lunch. Poof, gone. They are not infrequent.
quote by Joseph Epstein
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Summer Stars
Do you remember the time when you and i were fine
hiding under the apple tree there was no one but you and me
we would hide from passing cars and we would have the summer stars
and we were better then then we'd ever been before
you came back to me after walking out my door
you would call me on the phone before you even got home
without me you said you were all alone
the cold wind that blows all the things i used to know
how could it play so fast never thought you'd be part of my past
would i trade it all again to get you out of my head?
cause we were better then then we'd ever been before
you came back to me after walking out my door
you would call me on the phone before you even got home
without me you said you were all alone
alone
without me by your side
you said you were all alone
give me one more chance
to prove myself to you
all the little things that i long to do
...(when you run away)
would you trade the course
...(you said that you'd be)
so that i could hold you
...(coming out my front porch)
would it all go away
...(just to see me)
and my heart is breaking
would you hear me baby
as the tears are longing
for what it used to be
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Blackberries
Blackberry big bulky
sophisticated prestigious high tech
hi-tech cell phone hand phone
cellular phone mobile phone
not being a businessman
many extras are surplus to me
systems unlearned are surplus to me
integrated circuits excite not surplus to me
chains of locations busted
ease of instant access
is sufficient service unto me
in times of intense
sun spot activity
all systems fail
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Said - Unsaid
I was tense
She was not picking
The phone
Since last two days
I decided
May what happen?
I shall keep on calling
I did the same
In all nervousness
Anxiously kept dialing
Ultimately
She responded to
My call
How are you?
I hope all is well
Why you did not
Pick the phone?
Without taking a break
I shot volley of
Questions at her
“I am O.K “
In a sad tone
Was her reply
My anxiety increased
I kept on asking
Again and again
Tell me the truth
Till she started
Sobbing
“Nobody cares”
She ultimately said
“I care”
Was my reply
No, ”I mean”
Those
Who are supposed to?
She said
I will do anything for you
To keep you smiling
I replied
In a desperate voice
She started saying
Those who care
&
Should be nearer
Are far away
Those who are closer
Do not bother
Why god does like this?
She busted out crying
With
Phone near my ears
My eyes wet
I kept on listening
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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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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What She Said When I Said I Love Her
it was on the phone
long distance of long time ago
six years
when i called her and
told her
i still love her
(there was silence
and i guess she was covering the mouthpiece
with a handkerchief
and then she answered-
'who's this please? '
and i think i know what she meant.
i put down the phone
and rang another number
this one, perhaps still remembers...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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Follow up the interview with a phone call. If Carrot Top can figure out how to use a phone, so can you.