Best Dialled Poems
THE PSYCHEDELIC STEW
We loved to drive out through the hills
Where landscapes are so green,
And always sought the smell of hay
That seemed so fresh and clean.
We'd rent a cosy cottage there
Around that time each year,
The days and nights were magical
And life was full of cheer.
That night we planned a simple tea
A good old country stew,
With fresh grown mushrooms we had picked
As 'round the place they grew.
Those mushrooms seemed much larger then
The ones we'd norm'lly find,
But in they went with all the rest,
We really did not mind.
Our stew was just the best we'd had
On that we did agree,
Then sitting back and quite content
Enjoyed a cup of tea.
When suddenly, in front of us,
Our kitchen came to life
With antics never seen before;
Sure terrified my wife.
She sat and watched with fear filled eyes
For both her knife and fork,
Were standing up and quite erect
And both of them could walk.
The kitchen curtains did a jig
And plates flew 'round the room,
Our mop then left its corner spot
To line dance with the broom.
Old teapot sang and clapped its hands,
The tea cups joined in too.
My mind it boggled at the sight
and wondered what to do.
I grabbed the phone and dialled for help
That soon was on its way;
Though not before the pots and pans
Had all began to play.
Poor doctor tried to calm us down
Enquiring of our plight.
We mentioned what had taken place,
The horrors of that night.
He summed up what had taken place,
The answer he now knew,
We'd eaten mushrooms which produced,
A psychedelic stew.
I bid you farewell my friend
I'll be on the next plane of no return
Number three two k
a ticket one way
in forever gone to stay
And if you ever come to miss me
in want to hear my voice
Just remember
So many days i dialled your number
So many calls never been answered
You left me no other choice
And if you ever come to need me
Just remember
So many nights i knocked on your blue door
I heard soft music in the background
but there was nobody home.
I bid you farewell my friend
I'll be on the next plane of no return
Number three two k
a ticket one way
in forever gone to stay
And tomorrow there s' a sunrise
in a yesterday s' a gloom
in today there is a sunset
and above there s' a half moon.
Charma
(fiction poem)
Neighbours hadn’t seen Johnny since his beloved wife’s funeral
Even then, no one thought to check if the old man was okay
Gasps of horror were heard when his body was discovered
Limply hanging from the rafters of his bedroom ceiling
Even the post piling up in the porch hadn’t alerted anyone
Clasped in his hands a picture of his darling wife and a cell phone….
The last number he had dialled was the Samaritans
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PARABLE IN AN ODE.
My muse guides me to compose,
A Parable in an Ode.....
Once was driving on sodden roads,
Automobile went into overload,
Smoke emissions from transmission,
To car jam I did not give permission,
Dialled Roadside assist on my mobile phone,
Ages passed, standing by side of road,
Then along drove helpful mechanic guy,
Fixed my wheels, waved goodbye.
I drove again, wheels were turning,
Economising forever I am spurning,
Thought of this parable in an Ode,
"Always pay annual fee for assistance on the Road!!!"
From undertaker to conversation maker
The callers were now all alone
The clickerty - clack
Of the Strowger exchange
No operators needed to answer the phone
~GG~
An Undertaker called Strowger invented the Strowger Telephone Exchange making the need of an Operator to connect calls unnecessary. The mechanism made a clicking noise as it selected the dialled number. He then returned to being an undertaker.
I snook up to the window
Light was lit inside
Trying to make myself invisible
Against the wall I pressed my side
I shuffled along inch by inch
was just about to peak
When i heard someone in the room
Raised voices and a slap, felt weak
Oh my what shall i do now
Do I call the police
Can hear a lady screaming
Something about relief
Many blows were struck
Cries hard to understand
I peeped could see the man
A belt in his hand
I dialled the police
Said dont make a sound
When they arrived
Was pleased to have around
They looked through the window
Starting to laugh out loud
Just 2 nymphomaniacs
Whipping to them was allowed.
Just goes to show you
Not all is what you think
Keep your nose out of trouble
Stay chained to the kitchen sink.
"Super Hero"
Krypto Knighted
Disrobed Le Penseur
contemplates strength
a royal monk disrobing within
Rodin begins to think
new dreams dialled in
naked vulnerability begins
hiding behind dark angel wings
pinned between the box-cadged
dimensions of a glass onion
black crows waiting along the ley lines lead,
super natural morsel fed
dark nights fly into unhooded blinding daze
towards the gauntlet
landing tethered and tamed
temperated, nixed and disarmed
Hawk of the Lure,
long winged
creance held
in the grey rock silence
evaluated
hard-penned
full-summed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Super Hero” / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/JGkC-8Qu0JM
“Land of the lost and sedated
Will someone come,
Save us from,
This storyline of mass destruction
Will they stay,
When they see,
What we have done
just to be free…”
Crypto/Krypto, meanings
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/krypto-
Glossary of Falconry Terms:
https://sora.unm.edu/sites/default/files/journals/jrr/v003n03/p00058-p00067.pdf
"Super Hero", Johnny Hollow / LYRICS
https://genius.com/Johnny-hollow-superhero-lyrics
Kryptonite
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryptonite
"full-summed" / refer, Glossary of Falconry Terms.
Le Penseur.
The Thinker was initially named The Poet (French: Le Poète), and was part of a large commission begun in 1880 for a doorway surround called The Gates of Hell. Rodin based this on The Divine Comedy of Dante Alighieri, and most of the figures in the work represented the main characters in the poem with The Thinker at the center of the composition over the doorway and somewhat larger than most of the other figures. Some critics believe that it was originally intended to depict Dante at the gates of Hell, pondering his great poem. Other critics reject that theory, pointing out that the figure is naked while Dante is fully clothed throughout his poem, and that the sculpture's physique does not correspond to Dante's effete figure. The sculpture is nude, as Rodin wanted a heroic figure in the tradition of Michelangelo, to represent intellect as well as poetry.
Falconry:
"So What Exactly is Falconry?"
http://www.pfht.org/falconry/
Just because someone isn’t wearing a bandage or shows no outward sign of illness doesn’t mean that they are not.
Quote by poet.
Sam lived two doors down and kept to himself, some thought him strange,
I found out he'd been in the marines and was suffering from PTSD, he always acknowledged me with a nod and a faint smile but Sam rarely spoke a word.
I felt sorry for him as he lived all alone with no one to share his problems with.
On one dark December night before Christmas I was walking home from work,
I was fifty yards from home when three thugs appeared and surrounded me,
"Your money and phone" one said, I froze on the spot and reluctantly put my hand in my pocket, then out of nowhere Sam appeared, baseball bat in hand, he swung at one of the thugs who went down with blood pouring from his nose, one of them then lunged at Sam and stabbed him repeatedly, Sam collapsed and the cowards ran off, I quickly dialled 911, “I’ve called for help" I told Sam, he looked at me smiling and said ,"Peace at last" then his eyes closed and he was gone.
It was a Saturday, October that the world was standing still,
raining like you won’t believe and all this idle time to kill.
It’s in between the seasons now the ‘granny’ has been won,
and the cricket’s still two weeks away - so how do I have fun?
Especially seeing that the netball club is on their poky trip.
And my wife who is the President must clasp a tightened grip
on all those ladies running loose without their pining men,
who are home and really worried about a pregnancy again.
I watched the movies on the telly, and read the paper twice,
then thought about the pub that usually would entice.
But the weather was a dampener for the thought of even beer,
so I picked the paper up again … ‘Hello, what is this here!’
I missed the ‘Personal Ads’ for they’re something I don’t read,
because they are Professional women …for who I have little need,
but the wife’s away and I’m alone; so I’m these ladies aim,
and I’ve got a hundred bucks to spare - and I’m pretty game!
I took the time to scan the print that’s written pertinent to me,
and there’s one ‘Ad’ that stirred me loins for a girl I’d love to see -
‘A single black female seeking a man for companionship and fun,
and she hasn’t any ethnic qualms, so I’m not one she’ll shun’.
‘She mentions she’s good looking and she loves to dance and play.
She loves hunting, fishing, camping, and go walking every day.
She likes riding in a jazzed up ute, and then mentions one desire,
is to cuddle up on rainy days beside you near the fire’.
‘And dinners laced with candlelight will have her eating from your hand.
Give her a rub and she’ll respond in ways she’ll only understand.
Her preference is to only dress, in what nature dressed her in;
kiss her, Cassie’s yours … ring this number - and your fun can begin!’
Nervously I dialled the numbers and the phone began to ring.
I cleared me throat before I asked the girl who’s answering,
“I’m calling ‘bout your ‘Ad’ for Cassie. That’s who I’m yearning for”.
“You’ll love her” the woman chuckled - “She’s a lovely Labrador!”
Sausages are meal items that should be avoided at all costs by very small rabbits. Tiny white fish with silver fins carry red flags that denote danger in a tide. So hop jump up a tree then. That should be interesting and safe as solace springs from branches and all wood can be shaped. Mistake not a red dialled mustard cake for a pizza for the wires hidden can explode. Uncharacteristically benevolent to invoke trust then erratically boom to give a red dust to the air. Explosive are the surrounds in many a dusty floor. If a beautiful lady is fishing for pike she must first wear a bonnet shaped like a turtle's shell. For to avoid the many pellets thrown by passing fleas,flues,ants and beetles. Humming a silvery tune to entice the marvellous beast for the summer feast and festivals of the sun are counted on long sticks. Spinning tops can often be made from small plastic piglets whose round shapes assist them to spin many many times. So entertaining for classes. When the mind is silent the caterpillar ghost files open to rearrange and sort the many piles of assorted mind excursions into organised pan and shape. With a slight touch of wisdom from elders and books. Knowledge can be prevalent in a kiss of fresh air or the breezes of a mountain stream. Steaming is not unusual at this time. Temperature raised then cooked to even a once fragmented core. Apples are amazing creatures if placed by a garden gate in a large barrow. It takes a long time for a small five centimetre pig to gather together the fodder. All the differences are displayed in a global pie. Pieces are even, exact and work together harmoniously in a giant whirl. Mélange bien remue bien tra la tra la tra la on. And obviously a seven acre sea horse cannot work a diameter six barrel no a trapezium. When x to y an x to z take a bucket and wear it on one's arm. Trading a tailor for a trademark. Teaching turtles to talk tantrically. Fishing in undergrowth for left unsustainable weapons of old. Goblets of greed gone. Homing a house full of horses. Hemming heifers. Saintly suns and mystical moons. Many hands many ingredients. Many times a foretold faith. Xx lovingly living life lifestyles. Xx denominations. *** calling cards caressing *** evaporation xxxx acrylonitrile *** and now I will have a coffee. ***
Tom’s the longest-serving member,
Of the British para-rowing squad,
Because whilst at a party, thunder,
He fell, slipped with all his quad.
He played rugby for Warwick Uni,
Because he lived for, loved sport,
But Coventry’s hospital said he,
Was paralysed, their true report.
As part of his long rehabilitation,
He took up rowing which he raved,
And so grossed the competition,
In Beijing 2008 which he engraved.
He went from the 2007 Worlds -
The World Rowing Championships,
Where he won gold, short words,
To opportune a gold in 2008 hips.
In 2009, Portugal at the WRC’s,
He took another gold medal fair,
And again in 2010 he won the seas,
And yet again in 2011, he did heir.
So in 2014 at the World Champs,
He won a silver in Amsterdam,
And in 2015 in France with amps,
He took another silver gram.
Tom was born 24th May in 1984,
As an eighties discotheque child;
He lives in Caversham, his door,
Into the world of contests dialled.
I finally took a bath
this morning
After all day yesterday
Sunday
With the taste of you
still on my mouth,
The scent of you in all
the rooms
and on my couch.
Ache inside my belly.
I dialled; you said
"Hello," and I hung up,
yet commanding all day
Phone to ring
or doorbell, perhaps
the slow hiss of tires
On gravel
and watched my mind
Replay a scene
that must have been
destruction.
It's quiet in the dark of
country town.
I took a bath this morning.
BLACK PURPLE
Just one dialled and received call
Two hearts connected through a good network
From one single kiss; they stopped being single
Good timing made way for good scenes; censored
Walls failed to keep the secret safe; leaked
The confidential became official; registered.
He followed his heart
It led to another heart
She gave in everything to make it work
Pessimists prophecied the usuals; words
Prophecy gone wrong, they turn mute; people
Now, they relax to see if the end will be justified; wait!
The only thing they know is that only them know
Rain fell, sun shined, wind blew; thunder struck
Still, sealed remained sealed as everything remained the same
She admired his strengths; fell in love with his weaknesses; choice
He endured her imperfections to enjoy her perfections; patience
Without them, no more them; the colour is black purple..
Lordvip
02-02-2018
Stan and Mary went in town
To buy Stan a new dressing gown.
But he wanted a woollen one
In our March that is not on.
The shops are full of summer clothes
But Stan’s not warm enough for those.
Mary likes to look around
But see how old Stan frowns
.So Mary says,I’ll go online
I’m sure I’ll find some fully lined
Made of wool and acrylic…
Them you can make your pick.
Thank you,Mary,you are kind
despite that brilliant,wandering mind.
I am the best dressed man intown
And soon I’ll have my gown.
Would you like cafe au lait?
I have my pension,I shall pay.
Very nice,dear Mary said…
I’d like a piece of bread.
Won’t you have a slice of cake?
I know it’s not quite what I make.
No,just plain bread,sweet Mary said
She then turned very red.
Mary,you look very hot
Is it healthy in this spot.
The central heating is too high…
She gave a weary sigh.
They drank their coffee and made jokes
About old folk who never spoke…
They bought some fresh fish for Emile..
They alway shop with zeal.
..
When they got home.Stan dialled Dave
Who told him he was very brave
and not to stand near a bus door…
Or he’d fall on the floor.
.
Oh,how i’d like to lie down there
With my mistress Annie fair.
but Mary is at home today
So i’ll just have to pray.
If you’re in pain and can’t have tests
They say that prayer is second best
Morphine is so hard to get…
and it makes me feel sick.
So tomorrow Mary works
Stan and Annie have their perks
Dave calls round to bath the cat…
How very odd is that?
If you would like your cat washed
Or if your shopping has got squashed
Just dial 99999
The service is divine!
Return of The Piper
The skirl of the pipes is carried on the wind
Purple heather moves in time with the sound
Dark clouds move in and cover the sky
His sanctuary the piper has found
Amid the deep lochs and mountains tall
Where the crofter's sheep roam wild
Away from all forms of civilisation
The piper, his vision has dialled
He longs to find a fireside seat
With a dram to warm his heart
If only he could escape the darkness
And recapture his mortal dart
The piper was slain many years ago
Upon a historic battlefield
Leading his clansmen into the fight
For a reason that they'd never yield.