Best Hold The Phone Poems
I’m living in anticipation
With other cigarettes who are also growing impatient
We’re waiting
Praying
To be the next chosen one
Now, the door opens and we’re soaked by the light of the sun
Screams of “PICK ME!, PICK ME!”
She plucks me from the bunch; I’ve never felt so free
Straight from the prison she sticks my butt in her mouth, which is odd
Now, she puts a flame in my face and sets me on fire, OH MY GOD!
But hold the phone, this feels great
I wish I could tell the fellas back in the pack their fate
She takes me out of her mouth and holds me with two fingers
She blows my smoke in the air where, for a couple seconds, it lingers
She taps my back, a feeling so good it might be a sin
Some embers of mine fall to the ground and disappear with the wind
After 5 minutes of pure bliss
She once again pulls my butt off her lips
Smoke, as usual, flows into the daylight
I’m waiting for the taps and for the embers to take flight
But instead, she suddenly flicks me away without a sound
I fly through the air, drop, and crash on the ground
No big deal, It was certainly an accident
At least I’m still lit
Then as I look up I see the sole of her shoe driving down
All I can do is stare and frown
She crushes me on the asphalt
Then smears me around; sprinkling the wound with salt
I disintegrate to ash
How could she just treat me like trash?
I thought that feeling would last forever
But I guess you decided, for no evident reason, it was time to sever
I’ve been betrayed
Alone I wither and decay.
What is death?
A mystery I can never solve
Or even understand I don’t think any human can
What is death?
A question no one ever gave me an answer for
Well not the one I need
I’ve been living in confusion since the day I lost you
They told me: tomorrow you will forget
They told me: Tomorrow everything will be better
How can I forget?
When everything reminds me of you
What is death?
I can never find an answer or even understand
You were here and now you are gone
You were there and now you are not
I hold the phone to call you
Cause I can never believe that you won’t answer
I see your grave I read your name a thousand times
In order to believe and yet
It might be someone else the same name as you
Am I losing my mind?
For nothing makes sense to me
Will it ever do?
Will I ever understand?
How you were just right there
And now simply now you are not
They tell me you are in heaven
You are gone
But yet they say he will never leave he is always in our heart
You are either there or not
You can’t be not here and yet in my heart
I don’t want you to be in my heart
I want to call you
And I want you to answer
I don’t want to hear tomorrow will be better
I think I’m faking it
Why do I even care?
Questions in my mind
Maybe a way to make my self-feel better
Why do I even care?
But I do
I need you here
I need you now
I need to call you
And I need you to answer
I don’t want to understand death
I don’t want death
I don’t believe in death
It’s a lie they created to take you way from me
Incoming ...
distress missive call
Hangups on the other side
of the continental divide cellular room
Mushroom sobs of insecurity
click end of volatile transmission
Redialitis sparks an emotional kaboom
Hold the phone ...
busy signal
blocks the aural unnecessary
audio carrying on
Listen to the sick, sad drone
of earworm infection
Party line frienemy chatter —
rumor skullduggery
lip shake the skeleton bones
Wireless ...
discredit babble cry is on the blame install
Wronged directory
sent bye-bye a phantom victimized 911 call
Hangups on the teary-eye side
of the bleary divide
Insecure tremors rattle the room
Situation report bleak ...
relationship on a carrier gloom
Moby D pigeon chirps want the last speak
Mushroom wails
spark splash a cellular kaboom
Hold the phone ...
fade-to-black signal
buries the raised decibel unnecessary
verbal carrying on
Silence transmits an air golden tone;
as needless, exhale worriations
of arrhythmic heart palpitations
get disconnected lung distance long
And the bad karma vibrations
beep off-the-tower power grid gone
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Together we'll splash around in mud spots eating tater tots.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
There's no time for a baby snooze for the sun we shall lose!
I'll have you hold the phone books while I get a cookie from the high nooks.
Here is my newborn brother to to celebrate the day!
Slip 'n' slides and kiddie pools, otter pops and pizza!
You have no idea the magic things hidden beyond your eyelids!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
You do like sleeping, don't you? This we'll have to fix.
Maybe mom can whip you up a snack of caffeinated Chex-Mix.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
We will certainly rule the planet together one day, you and I.
As King Brothers: Your Highness Who Does Stuff and Your Highness Who Doesn't.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
Yawwwckk, now I'm sleepy, move your teeny arm a smidgen.
Maybe tomorrow when we're both awake we'll catch a pigeon.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
(Zzzzz...)
4/30/11
"Brotherly Love"
Matt Caliri
Hello,
hold the phone
My girl Friday is here,
and the eagle has flown
Got an increase in my cash flow;
now I can do some things,
the weekend's here, lots of places to go
First I got to swing by my buddy's house,
find out what's coming in, what's going out
I'm holding all the cards,
got my hand on the kitty
Time to get hustling,
time to get real go gitty
Before the next move, gotta take a quick time out
and enjoy the sound
Cha-ching,
that's the sound that your pockets sing,
Cha-ching,
it's the sound of a cash register ring
Cha-ching,
I'm tapping on the glass ceiling with my bling-bling
I get to briefly see what the other side of life is like,
got me another chance to drop the mike
But I gotta move fast,
make the money last as long as I can
A poor man doesn't get to live the rich life often
Cha-ching,
oh yeah, look at what a little prosperity can bring
Cha-ching,
makes you wanna buy the big meal, and eat the whole thing
Cha-ching,
I love scratching the surface of the glass ceiling
with my newly bought diamond ring
FATE?
Some say that retribution's fine,
high intervention seems divine.
The spark of lightning's suffered break,
no satisfaction do I take,
coincidence doth make this rhyme.
by vk4pr Don
Or how a knockers early 1990 8088, 10 megahertz computer got scorched
by lightening years ago when i was using Ham radio
a bit more often
Carolyn,
poor ole radio sits alone,
used to talk to my dad on it, i own,
recorded his stories on an ole reel tape,
perhaps frequency movie i can ape,
hope ya healthy happy babe, a going,
johnsons gone so hold the phone:)
on ya baba, love....Don
John Smith,
I annoyed a Ham, lightening hit his antennae mast,
scorched his modem and toway radio,what a blast,
jumped into the old xt computer box,
an blue the bejesus out of its socks,
onetimes not:)
MORAL don't pick on poor ole johnson:(
I helplessly indulge myself with so much hate I could even puke
My hands tremble as I hold the phone against my ear
I push the right buttons and wait for the ring to go off
It feels like forever because you never want to answer
I could hear the heavens screaming this overwhelming hatred inside
The fires of hell burns a reflection in my own eyes
Do you need me to spell it out to put some sense in you?
I hate you and everything we do
Love was such a wonderful feeling for innocence
And yet this tainted heart of mine can no longer pretend
I took a deep dive into the unknown when I got burnt
Your lies destroy everything beautiful in my world
My eyes drown in a turbulent flow of hot tears
I should taste your blood to conquer all the misery
I can no longer utter sweetness to your ears
We are one reality I bite with remorse
You make me scribble all the wrong things
You push everything to the edge
You make me want to suffocate my breath
And yet you are still the love of my life.
It's Thursday afternoon,
there's a buzz in the office
about a memo sent straight from the top
Even before you read it,
you sense somethings's not right,
by the looks of that fidgety company cop
The memo said,
short and succinct:
Tomorrow you won't get paid
Hold the phone,
you better call the local precinct
There's some thievery going on I'm afraid
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It ain't good, no way, no how
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It's like being a muzzled ox chained to a plow
You didn't sign up to be no office slave
You're furious, and you need to vent
You're worried about where you're going to live,
if you're not able to pay the rent
It's hard to make ends meet with a bouncing check,
it's near impossible to try and move up
Working for nothing wasn't the career plan
You might as well be outside holding a cup
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It ain't good, no way, no how
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
It's like being a muzzled ox chained to a plow
It's bad when you work,
and you don't get paid
Guess you're free to live in poverty now
A shaft of light penetrates my barely open eyes,the promise of a bright new day from an angel who lies,no reason for hope no happy ending up ahead, my eyelids reunite i'll just stay in bed but sleep is never easy since i tasted the forbidden fruit, i used to shoot to score now i score to shoot.
The nausia comes first closely followed by the headache, god i need to get better, answer the phone for christ's sake. dark clouds descend, i can barely hold the phone, just one more hit i promise, i dont want to die alone.Just one more hit i swear, to make the pain go away, just one more time's a promise i make myself every single day.
At last my prayers are answered,my knight in shining armour is waiting at my door but there are no fairytale endings for a dealer and a crack whore.I board the junkie express and mainline to the station, first stop euphoria last shop desperation.
I'd like to think i can be normal again, its the only thing that keeps me sane but once you've bought a ticket its hard to get off the train
elan vital
The elan vital in man or beast,
the noble spirit we see the least,
where hoarding dollars, makes IT glad?
Where persecution makes IT sad,
UNPRINCIPLED Vultures feast,
Nobility comes with a decent IT,
spiritual heights above the abyss,
a fall into darkness, aint the way,
be nice to 1 another hey,
or you aint worth your piss,
spirit into body, calls it home,
2 parts the spirit PLUS de instinct zone,
angered animal runs amok,
you caint control the smuck,
no complete control of this,
vim n vinegar 4 piss,
weak spirit hold the phone?
Don Johnson
Burnt by kist…
The burning kiss sets pants on fire,
Soon over come with heat desire,
No rhyme or reason we perspire,
Just takes one burning kiss,
The eyes do lock, no question there,
A first sweet kiss, we tremble, stare,
At once returned, fascination rare,
A heightened state of bliss,
Hold the phone cos we aint here,
Step up to own, yes you my dear,
Brain disordered, mumbling, *****,
Do you remember this,
Just takes one burning kiss,
Don Johnson
Hold your horses,
hold your guns.
Give me time,
or give me love.
Let me breathe,
in my beliefs,
about oceans deep,
and clovers with 4 leaves.
Hold it in,
hold the phone,
Let’s be lovers,
not alone.
Hold your horses,
hold your guns.
Give me time,
or give me love.
I spit this on the mic to flow oh so prolific
What's the since in believing in Christ
If ur just gonna take him out of Christmas...
Dish the wish list...u can't re gift this...
Can't unwish this...
Hold the phone put it to ur ear so i may call
You on this...
I don't mean to phone straight home...
Put ur wish bone on this...
I'm in this rap for tit and tat cross my t dot my i's...
Bring that right back...
I said I'm in this rap for tit and tat...
I'm diving for the truth but
it seems I'm getting lies just stuffed full of cotton...
So I start digging in deeper let the lord be my finder as well as my keeper...
Im just the seeker...
I use to just be the peeker I was searching for it all...
But the only thing I was able to do was watch it all fall...
Behind it I would crawl and cry about how I almost had it all...
That's all....
The devil wanted me to give up...
But my success was simply based off of me getting up and moving on...
So I left my baggage behind for claims...
Now I'm onward bound to my success full stead ahead ....
All aboard this train to success...
I use to walk out my house...couldn't see my path so foggy
Now I'm gliding down my path so hands free cuz god is handling me....
Can't u see what I see my cup now runneth over...
All brand new...
My home turned to a castle I can see the riches the success...
That the lord has for me...
He set it all up now it's slowly falling down for me...
I use to bit the hand that feed me
now I shake it and hold it so firmly he guides me down the path...
Hand in hand...makes me feel so securely...
So surely not late I thought...
But maybe not so early
He came at the right time to save me from myself like a goalie...
So holy...
Hollie mollie I use to feel so lonely...
But now I feel so secure its like I'm held down
held together by a force much stronger than gravity
Yet I feel so free like I'm on the moon zero gravity...
Helped my outta all my problems...
Had so much sin I was indebt to sin...
Had to look within to get out...
That's when I found God and he turned me inside out
Each year we talk of 911, but time has made it less, my friend.
Have we already forgotten the holes in those lives it left behind?
Their family’s memories will last forever. A whole lifetime…
What if you’d been trapped in one of the towers, with them?
What would you have done while waiting for the end?
With smoke billowing from below, and the heat rising within.
The staircases and elevator shafts are crushed, you know…
There’re impassable. A few injured are with you, still?
Would you believe you’re going to die or live?
Would you hold hands with other survivors of the crash?
Would you wait a rescue from above? Would you pray to God?
Would you smile when others prayed in another language at your side?
Would you wait in silence? Would you simply cry?
Would you take your phone out and call the family, you love?
What would you say when you got them on the phone?
This may be the last time to talk with them, you know.
Would you ask your beloved to hold the phone, to hear the baby’s breath?
Could you even talk amid the tears and pain?
Would you share your phone, for others to do the same?
And when the building began to tremble and rock and fall…
Would you cry out to God above?
No one above survived. A memory we must not forget.
But don’t forget the thoughts and prayers that were going on within…
Two hours of fear, hope, prayers and pain before the end…
In case of emergency,
pull the lever that
make the train stop
In a car, slam on the parking brakes;
if you’re a moving pedestrian,
halt and hail a cop
In a 911 situation ... hold the phone
During a surgical operation,
should something go wrong
Don’t panic!
Remember:
only crash dummies have plastic bones
Just in case of a nuclear meltdown,
if all the shelters are full ...
still find a way to get underground
You won’t have much time,
radiation poisoning is a drag
The survival clock is ticking,
countdown to a body bag
Just in case you missed the memo
Just in case you didn’t know:
don’t go getting Dumb and Dumber,
and eat the fallout yellow snow