Long Dial Poems
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A 'Good Old Days Market' sign seen
With arrows that point to the scene;
There hidden by wall
Of stone, very tall,
I ventured and found behind screen,
Some tables with items arranged...
Such irony...somewhat deranged!
There spread out in view...
Still wanted by few...
Remains, by new tech, now estranged!
Typewriters galore, 'modern' style.
Old telephones that you must dial.
Flip cellphones that close...
Eight-track videos...
Oh, such a 'nostalgic' junk pile!
Some huge V H S movie cams,
The weight of two five-pounder hams.
Fax senders...hand fed...
Received...in hands read,
And heaps of outdated programs!
Old Apple computers, diskettes;
Recorders with lots of cassettes.
Fat TVs with tubes,
Old Kodaks, flashcubes...
Those 'good' old days? Gone! No regrets!
Sandra M. Haight
they had piled up tinder wood and firecrackers
under the cauldron ready for the feast as they
shelled out wisdom and claimed justice
after all humanity was at stake
and doomsayers were to be pleased
camouflaged for everyone was weary
of four apocalyptic riders up to no good
greed on a pig saddled its grip
pride kicked spurs on a bloody cockerel
lust dribbled down from the rat’s fangs
wrath whipped cockroach’s panzer
no need for envy because
gluttony had feasted on bone meal
and sloth had been given the day off
as they had the dealer on speed dial
soon the globe was on fire once again
shrapnel land mines and bombs delighted
as collateral damage took centre stage
on the playing field of tactical weapons
and strategic gambles with redundant lives
the machine was well oiled
and the vat split open
arms could be had without extra tax
a fat controller counted their profits
stock markets soared
and another proxy war reaped immeasurable benefits
piggy cockerel rat and cockroach
never tired off the onslaught
on the unending supply of cannon fodder
and were only too happy to send
a bit of humanitarian aid to hotspots
and built a few cemeteries for free
we must respect the dead
because they are the foundation
of our wealth and reason for being
My thumbs ran off today.
I knew they were in love
And I suspected they might be compelled to be alone, together.
However….
It makes opening cans rather tough.
Turning the key in the ignition is nigh onto impossible.
I had trouble picking up my fork for my eggs.
But do they care?
Heavens no.
They are selfishly in love, those two.
Gone away on a clandestine holiday.
Thank goodness I have an I-phone instead of a rotary one.
I do not even have to use my thumbs to hold it down while I dial.
They are in the next room, moaning and stuff.
Like newlyweds do. I hate to disturb them,
So here I sit, twiddling nothing.
Get the light just right
The sun is blinding
First shot too bright
Let's try rewinding
In the shade
What a bore
"Is this the sherade
I'm paying for?"
Lighting is dim
Dial down the shutter
On a whim
Don't dare flutter
If you can be still
As can I
We can finish this deal
Before I cry
8 people cheesing
Sharp faces across the board
In the business of pleasing
Master this and I score
I lose light for this shot
I know you can't imagine
A job for a tot
With my little red wagon
The aperture skinny
To achieve this focus
Pay me a pretty penny
And I'll say hocus pocus
Quick! snap a solo
I want a blurred backdrop
Must change up the show
Widen my f stop
"What's taking so long,
Is this not your profession?
Are you doing it wrong
We paid for this session!"
Doctor... What's your name again
Do you have any tact
I have settings to tend
This is a balancing act
Have you seen my work
Did you not call to hire
Wipe off the smirk
Before your session expires
1/27/21
"Styrofoam"
It's not hormones, testosterone
Or Pheromones
I was at the crossroads
Moved towards what was familiar or unknown
Never did any good to postpone
I can really feel it in my bones
Nearby all these Madrones
Time has shown
In and out of all these biomes
The elements shaping the land and stones
Hung up the phone
Then came the dial tone
I've sinned, and I've atoned
I regressed, and I have grown
Sippin’ out of Styrofoam
In and out of different tidal zones
Had to get it on my own
It almost always was homicide if their was a broken Hyoid bone
It was always kept a secret or widely known
They're really focused on drones
And clones
Yet they also want to continually probe
And spy on the entire globe
Was close to the cosmos
As well as the locker of Davy Jones
From here to Nome
Always been a rogue
After the motherlode
Sometimes I was on paved streets, or often I was on dirt roads
Staying composed
Solving problems with or without the use of codes
Before the doors are closed
Meanwhile, people still having continual episodes
Got it done smoothly, or I just bulldozed
Those
That attempted to oppose
And stick their nose
Into my business, that's a no
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
Took them out with the undertow
Quickly they sunk below
Or by going blow for blow
A.K.A. Toe to toe
The same could be said for many, including so and so
The flesh and organs beginning to decompose
Food for insects, vultures and crows
It's not a hoax
Did the least or I did the most
Put it out there or was a ghost
Got it done easily or cut it close
It's gross
Far too often was comatose
Because I overdosed
Couldn't stop myself, or follow advice from my folks
I know, what a joke
Even though I've been woke
I couldn't stop my addictions, or say "Adios!"
More than just words being wrote
It'd do you some good to take note
Humans at each others throats
Quick to gloat
And to go right for the throat
Especially over your affiliation and how you vote
I either did or didn't have a rain coat
Humans quick to find a scapegoat
We either were or were not in the same boat
Stood sturdy like an oak
Behind continual clouds of smoke
And enough alcohol to make a moat
So that a boat could stay afloat
It was off to work again as I do each day
Early in the morning when I get to pray
All alone on the road I just sing His praise
Thinking of what is owed for my feeble ways
My station was off air as I scanned the dial
But remaining self aware all of the while
Of how I have fallen so many times in the past
Not able to hear His calling in moving too fast
If I had only stayed and never left His Side
Oh how this weighed in drowning in such pride
I just wasn't very strong in making my way
And then came the song as I caught it in mid play
"I'd rather live in His world, then live in my world without Him"
So true was that phrase summing up my entire thought
I so often see His ways and more often than naught
So I turned back on the radio and,,, there's no need to worry
As it's Unconditionally (whoa) you know by Katy Perry
Winter didn't arrive till February 1st
It came on with a vengeance since then
Something's screwed up I do believe
Such extremes, really can't recall when
I know, I know, I live up in Canada
The land of ice and much snow
But give us a break, enough is enough
Can't take this bad stuff no mo'
Hardy yes but certainly not foolhardy
Been living here for 79 years
Don't go out unless it's absolutely necessary
In my La-Z-Boy I park my rear
So don't ring my bell or dial my number
Haven't you heard of hibernation
I'm incognito, I can no longer be reached
Bugging me is a privacy violation
A true violation of my rights as a human
An intrusion I'd very much dislike
Unreachable by any possible means at all
Till damn winter finally takes flight!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Author's Note:
Temps were 46F yesterday...
winter's back methinks has be broken!
Your deed of service is not hidden in God’s sight
Since He knows your utmost with your best level might
He sees your trust's lever revel in His light
And doesn’t need to peep from His lofty height.
In passing His labor-test of divine radar rays
You must regard what His Scripture tenet relays…
His commendation “wow” you seek in all your ways
Along with the favor of Dad and Mom that pays!
With God’s nod won, now don truth raiment
Pray like Hannah in the Bible; call “Abba Father” with contentment
Declare: “no evil live on” as you stop pots that brew hatred’s detriment
Be a reward drawer by His grace ton, not pride’s element.
While life on God is laid, dial faith’s tip ere pit of false claims come out
Snip pins of greed; snap pans of love with cheer-shout
Use virtue strap parts; from sin’s trap, part to reach victory route…
Thus, to do well in the ministry* ward, draw near the Lord, devoid of doubt.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
May 12, 2018
5th Place, "Palindromes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/24/2018.
April 16 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 10-11
Key Verse – 1Kings 10:9 Blessed be the Lord thy God, which delighted in thee, to set thee on the throne of Israel: because the Lord loved Israel for ever, therefore made he thee king, to do judgment and justice.
HEART THAT RESPONDS TO THE LORD WHO LOVES US
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our struggle
As His hand embraces us within His loving snuggle
Thus, freeing us from our confessed sin-guilt wriggle
And extricating our soul against reproaches’ wiggle.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our prayer-plight
As His kindness cares for us despite our blight
Thus, answering us from His abode of bright light
And cheering our spirit against trials’ fright.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our trial
As His Word strengthens us in truth-denial
Thus, driving us from temptation-dial
And propelling our faith against bitterness-betrayal.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our suffering
As His grace cherishes us with divine nurturing
Thus, protecting us from evil torturing
And guarding our sacrifices against selfish venturing.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our persecution
As His mercy comforts us with His inspiration
Thus, reviving us from hardship’s dysfunction
And rejuvenating our commitment toward service-fruition.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our sorrow
As His compassion fortifies us to face hopeful tomorrow
Thus, healing us from wounds inflicted by transgression-arrow
And securing our future with joyous well-being marrow.
Our heart responds to the Lord Who loves us midst our travail
As His faithfulness restores us whenever we acknowledge that we fail
Thus, encouraging us from frustration-driving wail
And exhorting our stewardship to continue despite limitation-ail.
April 16, 2026
Taps to Discovery
“Here, I’ve bought you something
Push this and the bell will ring”
But I want a real toy
Thought that tender little boy
There it stood unwanted went
While time with proper toys was spent
Then one rainy afternoon
Into his mind there came a tune
The plasticy machiney thing
He found and made that small bell ring
He struggled with intensity
To wind the paper in you see
He turned around that yellow dial
Till the letter came in line
And thumped that single key with smile
As letters formed on paper fine
Also that day, he had found
Upon that toy like typewriter
That words could make a lovely sound
From his mind, great inviter
Of that work he was proud
Another one he’d type ’fore long
Ran to daddy, sang out loud
“Can I have a bigger, better one”.