Best Phone Poems
With fifty-nine tears, I stare at the phone, wanting to
understand. I had your voice in my hand. Intense pain now
washes through our decade’s bones. I must be able to rinse it,
cleanse it and restart with a stable heart. Always layers of hurt
from you. Now there is another, my lost Brother.
We may never meet again, not as siblings or as friends, yet you
chose to bring our last call to a painful end! Distance and age
whisper chilly to me of a certain possibility, this call could be the
last call of all. I wonder, do you feel that, too? Does this sad truth
also shadow you?
In life’s darkness, two stars shine on; one is our Dad, the other,
our Mom. Dad could not take your constant rift of frightening dread
or bear your street life, so he mentally buried you in his head. Mom
could not handle her first born living so forlorn, her maternal heart
and head were torn. She could not sever the bond, so her enabling
continued on. Neither parent was right or wrong. Unbearable pain
made them desperate to survive your heartbreaking song.
I never knew what to do, but I sought and fought to do it right.
I would help, I would insist, but true help, you would resist. Each
approach to coax you towards a healthy life ended with me tripping
through your dark light. I’ve abandoned my hopeful persistence
by accepting that I’ll never have brother-relief, not in this existence.
For years my insides have churned as I daily pray for some informative
word about your wellbeing. I've even called morgues in your state
to learn if you were still among the living but no news ever shaped.
I’ve had a lifetime of watching you fill your own spaces by selfishly
passing thru daylight. Rather than climbing up to achieve a healthy
need, you've always sat aground and caused yourself to bleed.
Whether you’re in jail or living drugged on the streets, loving you has
never known relief. I gave you my all, walked all your dark halls.
Can’t we now have peace?
Please bro, on some near tomorrow, borrow another phone. Call me
and let us be the best of us, let us share love to enhance what is
left of us. Look to your heart and grant what I want, one more, last
call that love may be shown when next your voice is in my phone.
Born into a family of fourteen
Never heard the words “I love you”
She left home a girl with little education
An army life she did pursue
She fell in love and married a soldier
Soon a mum of five
Tragedy struck early
At thirty seven her husband died
Widowed with five small children
In a time of limited support
She emigrated to Australia
On the ten pound pass she bought
She worked her life as a cleaner
Worked her fingers to the bone
To do what she had to for her children
Keep safe, educate and home
She was only a little lady
Four foot ten and no more
Her heart though was as big as the ocean
My role model, mother and mentor
She taught her children well
About life’s rights and wrongs
To show respect and be kind
Be determined and strong
In latter years we were best buddies
An unbreakable, eternal bond
Until heaven called for
My sweet little mum
The phone rings empty into the night.
Filling a void that brings strange comfort
to thoose around.
Rage eats away untill it bores a hole
straight through are hearts.
Whiskey cauterizes the wound.
Alone with fools we gather.
The bitter ones taking to there barstools.
the weak look to punish thoose happy
bastards.
Who dare to feel anything in the place of
emptyness.
She left so many years befor.
At least her mortal soul did.
I rememeber when it was when I still
dared to dream.
Long befor reallity was a friend.
Lovers lie.
Motions keep us living.
She spoke but the words were empty as her heart.
So as strangers we parted just as we met.
With a bitter taste I never did reply.
The phone rang it's last time.
I herd it echo farewell down the hall.
I had to go so I never unlocked the door.
i just left my emotions hanging like some
forgotten coat pushed back in
the closet.
Its been almost a year since that phone filled
the emptyness of my soul.
If only I had answered.
Strolling the beach one day, a magnificent shell I happened to see.
I picked it up and held it to my ear - just out of curiosity -
To see if the old wives tale was true that it could speak to me!
Behold! 'Tis true! What fantastic tales it spewed forth from the sea!
I heard waves lapping gently against a sailboat as through the sea it tore,
And the mighty roar of breakers crashing upon a distant shore!
I eavesdropped on a pod of gossiping whales cruising at their leisure,
And I could swear I heard phantom pirates arguing o'er lost treasure!
I heard the battles' roar of mighty armadas in their quest for victory,
And the screams of heroic men slipping 'neath the waves to spend eternity!
I heard the groan of majestic ships breaking apart plunging to the deep.
I even heard the final SOS of the Titanic before it took its tragic leap!
I heard the chanting of old sea dogs as they plied the bounding main,
And their pleas for God's mercy as they sailed his treacherous domain!
I heard the wind shrieking through the rigging of the dashing Cutty Sark,
As she sped through the Roaring Forties, those straits so very startk!
I was startled to hear sergeant major fish count cadence as if on parade,
And the amorous beckoning coo of a charming, yet illusive mermaid!
Could it be that these mysterious things I heard were just an aberration?
Perhaps, but what a change from my boring cell phone communication!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
We used to click without clicks
We embraced and bumped fists
We killed time on the side walk
We saw each other just to talk
We used to ink passages
We used to sniff paper carrying messages
We used to wrap love letters in envelopes
We used to post them with trust and hope
We used to laugh out loud with joyous elation
We now laugh out loud with acronyms and animation
We used to walk to each other or phone
We now login, time out and we are gone
Our words get synchronised into digits
Our emotions picturised into emojis
Our thoughts desperate for another’s likeness
Our connectedness inspired by our biases
We are on different ends of a line
We are lusting for someone alike
We are slowly losing a grip of our minds
As we feed on prejudices and likes
Something about us has faded away into cyberspace
Something about us is trapped in a 6 inch screen interface
And we feel the loneliness, when the keyboard comes on
With the world at our fingers tips, oblivious of the fondness of a companion
We’ve captured the best of us for the world to admire
We’ve detached the rest of us, for what we’re enticed to aspire
How much of us can we channel from within
If we have lost ourselves on the touch screen
The message relayed by the computer generated
voice said my que in line would be
approximately 20 minutes.
So I had twenty minutes to think about
what I needed to say.
I ran it over and over again in my head
All my rational arguments and opinions
Then twenty minutes later the voice returns
to say that due to the high volume of calls
we ask you to leave a detailed message
and an agent will return your call in the next 48 hrs.
So in my best computer generated voice
I give my name and say,
Due to lack of dealing with an actual human
please be advised
that I will be cancelling my insurance
with your lame ass company.
This phone call may be recorded
for training purposes
for the next time I want to dump
a crap company such as yours.
Do not call in the next 48 hrs
as I will be out shopping for a company
with actual humans on staff.
Question
I seemed to have lost my phone number, can I have yours.
Answer
Have you looked under J for Jerk
Penned
30.4.2015
I've bought a brand new mabel fern,
expansive, I can tell you,
when I've learned just how it words
I'll have a go and bell you.
It's got five ponds of crudity
which should last me a moth
but just for now I'm sending taxis
and this is the firk one off.
I've learned to use the camilla,
and music files called empty trees
which quite impressed my goon ladle
who wished she had one of these.
The only treble that I'm having
is the massages I type out
keep changing anatomically, don't know what that's about.
I may just take it back and give the ship assassin what for,
and get my monkey refunded and find another store.
Hope you and the wolf are in good hearth.
Form:
so last night I was just sittin there, right?
and outta nowhere this huge, like,
demonic-millipede devil-thing
was right there on my computer desk, like wriggling towards me -
- ...well not nearly as bad as YOUR desk always was - oh my!
that thing was a pile of travesty!
- yeah yeah. anyway,
the thing about it was how random it was,
ya know, like, both of us were just doin’ our own thing,
then BAM!,
we were staring at each other.
- I just sat there really still.
I wanted a peaceful resolution to the whole thing-
- ...but yeah, I guess I knew that wasn't going to happen.
So at some point it just freaked out,
weaving around the dishes
and papers or whatever.
So I waited for a clear shot
and when it was near the side-edge, near the book-
- yep, your old bookcase,
which, I might add, you NEVER USED…
- so ok, I eyed it up, ya know,
built my courage, slipper in hand,
and when I attacked
it was a direct hit
and this thing just went nuts,
like spazzed out, twisting around on itself
and, get this, it actually JUMPED across the gap and went somewhere in there...
- I know! and I was NOT about to go poking around
for some vengeful godzilla bug!
melt me with laser eyes or something…
- …but, yeah, isn’t that just a horrible feeling? like,
is it still out there?
is it alive?
it's gonna come and get me when I'm sleeping or something, ugh.
- …but the thing is, ya know, devil bug or not,
I actually hope that it didn’t suffer.
- …Yeah, I mean, did it deserve it? No.
It was just this unfortunate situation that neither of us could control.
- ...you know what it reminded me of when it jumped?
remember those mathematical knots we were so into? - ...
…yes. Before you left.
CELL PHONE
My people are destroyed because of lack of knowledge and understanding
It is now easier to lie on cellphone
It is now easier to cheat on cellphone
It is now easier to steal through cellphone
It is now easier to insult on cellphone
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
How far you - are not far, you lied
Where are you-I am here, you lied
Who are you with-alone, you lied
When are you coming-today, you lied
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Because of cell phone – SMS, divorce occur daily
Because of cell phone – a call, adultery occurs daily
Because of cell phone – what’s up, *********** occur daily
Because of cell phone – Bluetooth, the abominable occur daily
Because of cell phone – my son/daughter got a wrong soul tie
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your attitude
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your behavior
Who do you blame–the cell phone or your perception
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your lack of character
Who do your blame-the cell phone or your lack of principles?
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
It is not the circumstance that made you lie-it’s who you are
It is not the anger that made you react that way-it’s who you are
It is not the temptation that you sin – it’s who you are
It is not the phone that makes people cheat or lie, - it’s who they are
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Circumstance, cell phone, money – it is not evil or bad,
And these cannot change you, or make you to lie, or cheat or kill
These things just reveal and enhance the real person inside you,
What was met for good has brought more evil than good
Ello, Gwammy,
Yea, saw the wain, Gwammy,
Big dwops fallin’ on the soil.
Dwopped fwom clouds.
Aunt Jan was angwy.
Said I get wet.
But I took her bwolly,
The one with the paint on it.
Big bwolly so I no get wet.
Went on the bench to see better.
The soil got wet.
Aunt Jan called me,
But I want to see the gwass gwo.
The wain will make the gwass gwo
And I can play there.
But it gwo a lot, only
Can’t play in gwass. Much wain.
From the bench I saw lovely colows.
Aunt Jan said it’s a wainbow.
Don’t know. But you know, Gwammy,
I saw mamma on the wainbow.
She smiled and sent me a kiss.
I want to see the wainbow again.
But no wain now.
When you come
Bwing me cake with a hole.
I lowe it. I lowe you too, gwammy.
Must go.
Bye, Gwammy.
Like our smartphone powers us through our day
We have to learn to put God into play
In the most powerful way
He is in our hearts to stay
So we must start our day
Asking God for his protection when we pray
Against life's worst kind of infections
That trips us up allowing us to lose our direction
Our Lord with all his loving affection
Gives us a suit of armor to shield us from evil
We constantly feel that is ever so real
Knowing in Gods deal
He provides us with his holy seal
A suit of armor made of unpenetrable steel
Bearing the breastplate of righteousness
Allowing health happiness and good fortune
To make its way into our lives
Giving us a helmet of salvation
So we can be saved and redeemed
Throughout our duration
Of our time here in his creation
Learning and cultivating in his ways
Providing his mighty sword for our protection
Against satan's demons and warlords
When we put Gods armor on every day
We ensure satan will never take our soul away
Because we keep our faith and give God our trust
So all satans plans will be reduced to dust
Loving God is always a must
To stay far away from Satan's lust
Everything he promises is a bust
God is our moral crust
Whom we should never distrust
A Dark Reflection
We are all hunters masked by Usernames and Handles
We capture the moments that eventually become rambles,
In our history of past and prehistoric posts that puncture
We yearn for likes and loves this desperate hunger,
Snap, Send, Screenshot,
Snap, Screenshot, Send,
We Filter others criticism and replace with illusions
Of the authenticity for that is pure delusion,
We change too much for others and our minds have altered
Our lack of consistency has been far too relevant,
Repost, Retweet, Republish,
Retweet, Republish, Repost,
The fragment of life caught in a picture is like a pet
We use it for laughter and love our needs are completely met,
We conceive Stories made of hopeful bliss
Alone we are sucked of joy like a dementors kiss,
Unfollow, Unfriend, Block,
Unfriend, Unfollow, Block,
We streak the social media universe with Hashtags and Vines
Our time deteriorates forever declined,
Although these platforms offer sorrows that are deadly
They also bring joy in a harmonious medley,
Look, Like, Love,
Like, Love, Look,
It connects through light boxes around the earth
Showing us an unimaginable worth,
It links us through the vast and titanic interwebs
It brings light and sight while dejection ebbs,
Friend, Follow, Forget
Friend, Follow, Forget
We fathom the magnitude of what it means to be a friend
We never meet we never eat we just like to play pretend,
Will it ever end
Missing links and broken ties our normal obstruction
Movie dates and walks in the park will help our construction,
We can build a better Story.
Velvety bass tones
Of sweet love
Flow from my mouth
In rhythmic style
You stay on the phone,
And all the while
You are here as well
Laying softly in my bed
And all is right
As passion is fed
One sweet caress
And life is good
And this is love
Which long has stood
A friend said you saw me and asked for my number.
Does that mean I’m in your head while you slumber?
She said by night you’re a drummer, an IT Tech by day
and that you are quite eager for our date to go your way.
You must realize, I am not who your perceptions show.
You can’t think just seeing me makes me someone you know.
CHORUS
Don’t know if I wanna go where I’m not sure I’m going.
Don’t know if the unknown is something I should be knowing.
Don’t know what I’m looking for when I answer my own door.
Just know I’m jaded from all love faded with each encore.
I often wish I didn’t mind the sound of being alone
or let solitude lay me depressed and fantasy prone.
Right now, you are an image I try to focus in my head,
while I keep reviewing all the phone things we’ve said.
It seems, I can’t help but wondering where I’m being led,
is this romantic lightness or something I should dread?
CHORUS
Romance has tossed and turned my heart into many bland knots.
The moment I was born, is when Cupid began his love plots.
Long ago, my head and heart concluded it takes three years
to really know someone and how they might shift all your gears.
Slow will surely become my operative word and stance
should our first date reveal shared desires to pursue romance.
CHORUS
It all lies before us now, we share a clean slate of time.
There are no injuries, no scars, no hurts of yours or mine.
What about this heart of mine, should I put it on trial?
Should I let pain in so I might embrace a lover’s smile?
I guess places I have been and where I have yet to go
will somehow trip land within all true love feelings I don’t know …
CHORUS