Come and ride the merry-go-round
Horses up, horses down
Hang on to the pole, don’t you fall
Say hello to the circus clown
Come and hear the calliope
Close your eyes and count to three
Cheerful music, spirits soar
Laughter sails across the sea
Come and ride the merry-go-round
Welcome to our happy town
We pull up stakes in two more days
Our sand dial is the bright sun’s rays
The hearts expectations
Lovers intentions
A game of telephone
Disconnected----
Dropped the line
Dial tone ----
Truth somewhere between
Lost I love yous and purple monkey dishwasher
A
Phone call
That will go
Ignored then on -
Static pours out from
The receiver until
I can hear your voice through it.
Let me drown in this soft white noise,
Let me sleep until I dream of you;
Your form flickers in my memories.
When the dial tone breaks the facade
And I'm left alone in the booth,
All I can think to do is
Rummage around looking
For just one more - oh,
That quarter was
The last one
I had
Left.
What has the ability to reach in and twist your radio dial from happy Sunshine FM, to Doom and Gloom FM, against your will?
Let's face it
as sure as tock follows tick
(be it ever-so quick)
then tick follows tock
when hands dial in circles
and wind around the clock
unless the spring is broken
the world will spin
no matter the weather
or shape it's in
at least in my lifetime
as for better or worse it survives
ad infinitum or until
eternity eventually arrives
Pick up the phone, please
Don't leave too soon, I'm sorry
I am stuck on you
dab joy on your face
let a smile ignite the heart—
sending seeds flying
to roost in your perceptions
to transform what's becoming
close your eyes, recall—
the sun's caress, the cool breeze
moments amplified
memories can bloom again
to gleeful, serene, alive
silver linings flare
hope bends more towards the flame
rewriting the script
building smiling resilience
that shows in how the heart glows
Hang ups,
I’ve got plenty of those
Like a phone with
too many busy signals,
I couldn’t get through to you.
I think the number you gave me was out of service.
You said, “Dial me up”
but the damn phone was a push button.
I called long distance,
the operator said
“Put another quarter in.”
Sadly I only had one thin dime. I wonder if I should have called collect?
All along you had my number. You could have,
given me a ring. After-all I was the marrying kind.
It seems my dial tone was slightly out of tune??
I scratched your number out of my little black book. It was time to find another connection.
I could say I don’t remember you, but that would be a lie.
You are the crush that never made it to speed dial.
Can I borrow your smile for a while?
'cos I'm so happy to see YOU smile!
Here are some things in my smile-a-while-pile
A wagging puppy tail rattling on the wall
A pussy cat with walking-stick tail up tall
Dandelion flower seeds puffed into the air
Blowing out candles, one-two-three, puff!
The wink and glint of eyes looking my way
The pop of popcorn popping in the pot
Skipping and hopping on way to playground park
The whee and glee of the slippy-dip slide
The hanging-out twirl on round-about rides
The pitter-patter rattle tap of rain on glass
The twit, chat, twerp of birds calling at dawn
The smell of bread straight from the oven
Walking hand-in-hand, arms swinging to-and-fro
Singing along to my favorite song with you
Watching a rainbow reach for its pot of gold
Crumpets and honey, hot chocolate and sweets
Hearing funny stories read, or told to me
I smile when YOU smile - so Come On!
Make me smile!
Don't say a word
It's time to finally leave this world
The difference between close and lose
Is the letter c the chance to choose
And once and for all
The leaves begin to burn and fall
A spiral staircase
And you're running down
Out of this place
Away from it all
Away from this face
You’re packed up
Delicately with a sheet
The doors are closed
We’re following behind
Closely like sheep
We're all alone
But all we can hear
Is this steady dial tone
And you can’t pick up the phone
But I’ll give it all away
For the missing piece
And I’d scream my lungs out
Just to have some peace
My mind will wear thin
Like a ribbon tied to your wrist
I’ll bear this pain
For a new plot twist
Dial
In an unnamed part of
Elmwood there’s a
dial showing information about
dove fantasies.
Creatures come out of their hiding,
The moon is gloriously abiding,
Stars adorn the night's sheet,
Nature and hope meet,
It's a journey ahead,
Courage aids their sojourn.
May 23, 2023.
The phone number of death we dial,
When we near a poisoned phial
To rashly swallow its content,
And actualize a suicidal intent:
Our breathing soon in wheezes,
What the cemetery richly pleases,
A gripping of our tummies in feeble resistance
Every offered revival, vain assistance
Others to start rehearsing their goodbye
To us on a wished hearse lie
And the same phone number we try,
As we enrage folks that skin fry
Before advancing cops of pity dry
And into claims of being surrounded not pry
To pick their life sentence with smiles wry…
Now that I’ve said so I shan’t cry.
Who? -- Me?!
I never thought I'd see
This wily jockstrap
writing poetry
And you, Mr. Businessman
Investing ldly in a product
that can't return a profit
on a mini-garbage can...
When our bodies
make their final plans ~
Our souls the farthest heavens scan
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