Can one a whole day spend saying 'sorry':
Can man fill with 'sorry' back of lorry?
Methinks it would make a sight gory
Craving 'longest sorry' for one's glory:
Someone quite like you hairy or furry
To with 'voiced sorry' your favor curry...
It was a full day of it to a boss
By a stretched woman fearing sad job loss;
She had, too, written an apology,
Which had permitted some tautology:
"I'm working singlehandedly alone;
No great help from calls with my handset phone".
Really, alone bearing a most cruel cross
Once, a rolling stone gathering no moss.
Then, work she left for Evangelism,
Lately struck by its rare magnetism;
Preacher's new message Asceticism:
Man should be snubbing all cynicism...
Her boss was shocked that her last name is Ross.
He'd met twelve Ross that tried nothing gross.
Categories:
handset, career, cry, fear, money,
Form: Rhyme
Pressing handset's waiting keys
With smiles like one, who's had cheese:
To a teacher stings of bees,
Soon, his tears or great unease...
For many more years a craze
That shall its critics amaze:
Those who yearn to it erase.
To, again, Floored Standards raise.
How do things stand for Handset?
Oh yes! Your own child's first pet
That might trap it in a drag net
And others rope into bet!
Shame on student with eye glass
Still his actions a big farce;
Use of handsets during class:
Children sooner fail than pass...
Categories:
handset, change, crush, education, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
Year 1968
2:00 AM
Very late
Ring Ring
It was the phone
I hesitate
Maybe it would stop
Ring Ring
I guess not
RING RING
Leaving the bed
RING RING
Shuffling to the living room
RING RI-
I answered the phone
Put the handset to my head
Came the voice of a little girl
Age about five
Sweet and polite
A voice from the dead
“Hello world,” she said
Categories:
handset, death, heaven, life, onomatopoeia,
Form: Verse
It rings in a
cavernous hammock.
No location,
only a prodding
to respond to the dark.
It is my parents calling
from a Bakelite planet;
I imagine retracing a long flex
to a whirling dial.
I hold the heavy handset to my ear:
'hello mum, hi dad' -
the phone is an electronic
hiss of dead air.
I sense they want to speak,
but they're too far away.
Words fizz in my skull.
Whatever they have to say
belongs to a yesterday
I can no longer relate to.
Categories:
handset, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What you measure is what you get.
If you think you are beaten then you are,
If you think you can not try then you have failed,
Your mindset is like your handset,
What you press is what you get.
If you think you have no class,
Then you are truly low like grass,
Thinking high is growing like a tree,
But avoid pride and be humble.
Be sure of yourself, assume your
Throne to win your prize,
Else your crown will walk pass you,
The battle of life is defeated by faith,
Please shoulder your courage to win
Your opponents.
The strong that will not think well is liable to sink
Inside a pit,
He who wins is he who thinks right,
Outside these, failure wins.
CM Onyilo
_ Lightning Ink_
Categories:
handset, abortion, abuse, addiction, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
We text love
Text we hate
We transmit feelings
Transmit we abuse
Don’t you kiss her textually
Only to amuse?
Sennacherib emerged on the banks of Nokianvarta
And with his royal-rage cellular
Encaged the runner-Hezekiah
And sealed the fate of post offices forever!
The handset, a giant miniaturized for your palm
Keeps you composed and calm
Ethero-numerically couriering your personal psalm.
O bonsied rectangular giant
Imprisoned in the cellular container
You have rendered surface mail redundant
You have made defunct the iconic runner
A whole tribe you have buried and the letter.
O digital Aladin’s lamp
Your service of the thousand years
Your multi-task Janus-runner static
Frowns at letters as ‘snail mail’ and old pedantic
Making the warm, emotion-soaked letters dodoic.
No more does Pamela ink her pangs and passion
She just keys-in and presses ‘send’ button.
Now Obama texts, Putin texts
And Modi texts and ‘mudi’ texts
Lover texts and hater texts
You text, they text and I text
With or without pretext.
And hence Carolus Lineous
From the other end of the horizon
On a new echelon
Puts the *****erectus-
*****sapiens, the *****textus.
Categories:
handset, change, humor, time,
Form: Free verse
I shriek as surreal spells strike
Scampering for somewhere to shelter
‘Dad…’I intoned like Isaac, on my handset
‘Is there no ram for the sacrifice?’
Father himself, stumped for words
Quakes like a child with wobbling lips
I shudder in perils of swords of Damocles
Of which my snivels make no sense
And my cry of no concern
I was meant to rule
I was told soon my hands will sway the scepter
I had left back my mum’s kisses
To offer my ration for my nation
Now I stand overwhelmed by derisive cachinnators
Crackling with bloodied dentition
To taste the bitter fruits of seeds I never sowed
Reaping a harsh harvest, unbidded and unbargained
Imagining the part of me to have a first bite
Tell my mother to see through this dusk
Tell my father I tried to be a man as he taught
Tell my country I am also one of her finest
Categories:
handset, deep, grief, innocence, leaving,
Form: Free verse