Best Operators Poems

Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such...

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My vacant stare was sure to be 
a giveaway to anyone that saw . . .
I was a Pilgrim there to the land of techno-jargon,
of...

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Beauty, like Truth,
speaks eternal promise
of timeless decomposition.

Flexing Grace
effects empathic Truth
optimizing promise prophets past
reiterating Golden Mythic Creation Stories.

Many have mentioned strength of compassion
and tenacious flexibility of...

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There is so much deception
Diluted reflections,
Alluding to perfection
But denying the resurrection,
Changing what was formed during conception,
While claiming they are an exception.
It’s only a matter of...

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I work in an office
where they call me a geek
You can call me a wizard
But  don't call me a freak 



I'm a happy soul
Yes...

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I am out here on the strip.
Making men look at how I sway my hips.
I know many are in search of a relief (with)
No significant...

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It's not that I mistrust you,
though sometimes I feel I must distrust
either me or you.

I ambivalently choose both.

So yes, of course, this is about your...

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My trade is printing
commercial web-press printing
Printing is an art

A difficult art
It takes an age of learning
to master this form

Printers are painters
yet we do not use...

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Ecology of Time
explores resonant rings of sustained health vitality,
a red strong-willed loving heart
pumping Earth’s nutritional wealth
through our circulating and dynamic biosystems,
beautiful minds
with graceful dancing bodies
on...

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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...

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He roars from the distance, instilling in everyone, terror and fear
Approaching stealthily, though unseen, somehow you sense he's near.
Then, in an incomprehensible instant of time,...

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for Jean Franco   ?(March 15, 1907- April 15, 1992)
              
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Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”!...

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Go play in the sandpit was the call from my Mother,
Whenever I was bored.
My first teacher then took over from my Mother,
In repeating those same...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor...

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