What Fun!
I worked in a small call centre once
The boss was fed up of being bossed about
So left his job and set up his own call centre
He became his own boss and my boss
Gave me a job dialling varied accounts
In the US UK and Australia
Including tech support surveys sales
Plus education and B2B accounts
I learnt so much in my year with him
It was different and challenging
Each day was different even fun
I was gal agents cry I saw guys battle
We work drank sang ate danced
In my first year of BPO work
I’d do it all again oh what fun!
Categories:
dialling, appreciation, career, fun, growth,
Form: Verse
No point in a phone when you're no longer known
And the sound of alone... is a dialling tone
6 October 2021 Extracted from ‘Cast Aside’
For Contest: Your Best Rhyming Couplet 3
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Categories:
dialling, loneliness,
Form: Couplet
A limerick reply to Jan Allison's limerick 'super series' on a 'Bi-polar Bear'
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Haven't checked where in the world your from
But should I be dialling 999, or 991
For murder is a serious crime
Many years spent doing time
But I am hoping it's just all some limerick fun
Categories:
dialling, moving on,
Form: Limerick
Thud, skid, shriek... bash!
Subject to a crash,
From audience to casualty,
Paying a futile penalty,
This unexpected political revolt,
Instantaneously uprises the search for whom to fault,
Alerting of authorities and people through news,
Help on its way as chaos builds-up and fear brews,
Shock and panic spreads, time becomes endless,
Dialling with not answer, agitated and relentless,
The seconds stretch out, unbearably grasping the phone,
Engulfed in sheer isolating fear- on the edge of the unknown,
Reality begins to turn gory and glim,
In an instant from civilian to victim,
Wishing you had stayed home instead,
As you're filtered from those that lay dead,
Contemplating distraught, confusion and regret,
This pain, shock and fear- you will never forget,
As you shed your first post-traumatic cry,
They say you're 'lucky' you didn't die,
Still amidst the debris several phones ring continuously,
Police scurry, pulling back family members searching hopelessly,
Behind the line hysterical fathers, wives, siblings... awaiting,
Whilst most mourn, pointlessly politicians are left debating...
Categories:
dialling, conflict, confusion, crazy, death,
Form: Rhyme
Outbound calling is a given task.
Log in only in one website,he asked.
But this addiction don't know when would last.
this affecting my job,Oh no!
Am I losing my mind?
Dialling,communicating onshore.
Dealling and mocking by American people.
Do I have an option?
Chill ..I still need to go on.
Winter season, I met this one.
Thought it was love at first sight,
Feelings ponder,desires intensified.
I've been cheating when Boss's not around.
just to satisfy what my flesh demands.
I'm not a certified poet,
Not as good as anyone,
I just want to express my thoughts.
Make everything plain and fun.
More dramas,series of love.
This isn't about my life....
Afraid so much that this might end.
I could no longer use my hands.
No access at all ,eight hours a day.
Poetry soup,is this going to end?
Poems I used to made during work time,
I'll be missed,'cos at home its not welcome.
Signing off,Is it really an answer.
No way!..Break my bones,I'm gonna stand still.
Make this life a li'l more exciting,
Log in when the cat is not watching.
Categories:
dialling, addiction, career,
Form: Blank verse
How is it am hearing my name in my head?
Come to me, come to me, come to me
This is consistent am getting disturbed
Could it be the angels are calling me for a lunch in heaven?
Could it be am getting paranoid when not on steroid?
Checking very closely; I found something else.
There are voices in my head that don't understand me
They keep re-dialling as I refuse to pick their call.
Categories:
dialling, fantasy,
Form: Grook
We were perfect together
Inseparable
Night and day
Two blackened petals of the amaranth
Wizened, rotted, but eternal
A white angel, a waxwork skeleton
Gliding up the road
Towards the wedding knell
And by the altar
Before the eyes of God
A letter, with your scrawled apology across it.
Rushing to the phone now
Dialling your number with spinster’s fingers
I cry
Don’t leave me
“The number you are calling no longer exists”
Then I remember
You faded long ago
The dress has yellowed
The clocks have stopped
The feast has rotted
I’m talking to myself.
Categories:
dialling, angst, husband, lost love,
Form: Free verse