Operator Poems | Examples

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New York Operator Dolls

Hi Kendall, thanks for the message 

Common Flows

He shopped worlds as winds

Inside barrels of pen whites

Doubtful surrender tender in decree 

Whole dime poignant 

Deliver in tiles rebuttal 

Confer disappointed moisture 

Reprieve indecisive 

I'm coming home within

Enjoy!

The Crane Operator

Across the river there’s a crane
That’s 30 stories high,
The operator like
A Lego man up in the sky.

As loads are lifted in the air
And gently set in place,
I wish that I could clearly see
That operator’s face.

I know I would be terrified 
But likely, he is not.
I cannot fathom how he even 
Reached that sky-high spot.

Yet he is up there, hard at work
While safely down below,
I gaze at the construction site 
And watch the building grow.

Premium Member Smooth Elevator Operator

Smooth Elevator Operator
I truly am a smooth operator 
When I let one loose in the elevator
If it’s only me there my air blows free
Have got my own detonator you see.

Able to let fly with such immense pride
And can play a fine tune from my backside
That is until others enter the lift
I tell them someone else has left the whiff.
* * *3rd August 2021

When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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Thy Operator Lord

The Operator Lord dwells in thy status, 
With a golden grin after a huge hiatus 
The flute bearer’s philosophical posture, 
Inspires me to compose on His gesture 
The Creator of this universe-expanding 
Benefactor of all pleasures rewarding 
He being thy favorite divinity 
Let me compose with infinite clarity 
The superfect picture of the God supreme 
Is a delightful present from you extreme
‘O wonder woman with Dravid origin 
The divine, debonair and diva dashing 
May thou be my perpetual deity 
As I'm thy worshipper of eternity..!!

Smooth Operator

M-essages
A-nd
R-egards
Y-ield

A-nother
N-ice
N-ote

V-alidating
E-xceptional
L-ine
O-f
S-mooth
O-perator

Topic: Birthday of Mary Ann Veloso (February 08) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Rhyme Operator

R-hyme
O-perator
B-rilliantly
E-mploys
R-ighteous
T-opic

F-or
R-eaders
A-s
N-oble
C-omposer
I-mplements
S-ublimity

Topic: Birthday of Poet Robert Francis (August 12) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic


The Tour Operator Is Crazy

The tour operator is crazy
In the name of wildlife safari
We are 
In the midst of
Ferocious tigers, bisons, hyenas

We planned to share
Some poetry and painting
For the forthcoming examination

What to do
To be with the beasts
Or with the books

We are at a loss

One Operator

W-orld's
E-vergreen
N-ature
C-omplements 
E-arth's
L-ife

O-nly
C-reator
O-perates

Topic: Birthday of Wencel Oco (May 24) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Smooth Operator

He treads proudly towards his target
With his hair immaculately cut to style
As if he is fresh from a barber shop
-You should know he is up to something.

He is always adorned with sumptuous jewellery
And a pungent smell of a cologne
Oh, how pleasing he smells...
-He is up to something.

He has a wondrous smile
-that is supposed to melt hearts
and a wink in his eyes
-He is up to something.

As he smoothly begins to say his usual blarney lines,
Words so convincing
And suppose to lure you into something
-You should know he is no good.

The Operator

Love's an electric
blanket--Someone else is in
control of the switch!

The Operator

For the love of God I fall me down,
To my knees, I pray, hands together, 
hear me please!  I don't know you.

But I want to... see the eyes
that shine so blue.  They say it's true.
Never read your Book, I know you look.
You check to see me too.
Is it You?

" Know Dice..." my head said twice.
" This Way..." called the Indian.
Game field is Hear, and the games in play.

A spectator?  A ghost or a Commentator?
Know.  It's God, answers The Operator.

Oh crap its true! 

For the love of God I fall me down,
To my knees, I pray, hands together, 
hear me please!  I don't know you.

~click~
Oh my it's true! The wire is in
and the patch panel knew.... 

~ Hows that duck ~
Oh what luck! He saw me through!

Operator

I share with you, what I know.
I learned away, my love did show.
In times dis-pare, Frustration stares.
Anger builds and minds are filled,
With thoughts... and like the wind,
Given room to begin again.

Pressure builds the blood flow fast,
The ride is on... hold steady your last,
Breath of air. Know your heart...
And what lives in there.

It feels quite right, insight to hear.
But know your heart...
Where you've been in there.
You'll face it straight.
Never hesitate, take time to know.
See yourSelf, head on to grow.

Navigate, express yourself,
Your heart will cause your move.

When the Winds are on, all things are.

~We've Reached.The Operator.
~One upon a Star.T

~All things.WANaFeASTAble!

Hello Operator

Where are your upstairs friends?
The coffee break girls;
Credit card tight,
Newly coifed,
Numerously heeled
And 
Playing a little material bridge.

Where are the elevator girls?
Those check booked cynical
Fifteen minute friends.
The boss kissers;
Union mothered now
Skipping rope in third grade circles.

Are you still upstairs big time,
Afraid of that ground floor?
Tight backed
polished bags.
Billing friends;
Lonely little time certificates.

Where are all your front desk pals;
Weekday girl scouts?
Locker liquor safe.
Ladies room tokers.
Sold out till Friday,
Crying on the phone till dawn.

I saw you through that upstairs window
Waving paper children.
Tuesdays friend.
Sundays weeper.
Watched, clocked and counted;
Moving to the sound of silver.

The Printing Press Operator

The sound of the presses
   While they run at high speed
      The reporters and editor
         Trying to fill a town's need

The feel of fresh newsprint
   And the smell of the ink
      Working on broken machinery
         Sometimes old and extinct

Trying to meet deadlines
   Proofreading as i go
      A fast-paced stressful job
         But it's work i love so

To see the newspaper
   As it comes hot off the press
      Taking pride in my printing
         For in so many homes it will rest

To leave at days end
   And feel pride in my chest
      Now the town's got their news
         I can go home, get some rest.

Operator, Would You Help Me Make This Call?

Why can’t I dial the last number?
I have tried to call you all day
       but my finger just won’t 
                                                     push that 2.
You won’t answer.
But I have to try.
To tell you       	what?

Why do I feel the need to call?
To apologize 
                 for showing honest emotion?
To hear your voice –
so I can deny once more
              why I was upset in the first place?
                              Or just to know we’re both alive…

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