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Answering Machine

Answering Machine

RRRRRRING…………
Hello and welcome to Oliver’s Olive Oil
Press1 to track your order
Press 2 to place a new order
Press 3 to cancel your order
Press 4 to speak to customer service
Press 5 to find our ours of operation
Press 6 to repeat these options

Press 4 RRRRRRING…….
Hello and welcome to customer service
Press 1 to get our daily pricing
Press 2 to get order our catalog
Press 3 to find out the ingredients
Press 4 to speak to someone in billing
Press 5 to pay your bill automatically
Press 6 to repeat these options

Press 4 RRRRING……..
Hello and welcome to billing
Press 1 to register a billing complaint
Press 2 to find out why you received the wrong order
Press 3 to find out why you received someone else’s order
Press 4 to speak to the billing office manager
Press 5 to speak to the managers manager
Press 6 to repeat these options

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

The Auction

The auction began and I could feel my pulse patter,
If I don't get this house, my heart it may shatter.

I got my ducks in a row, when I saw the sale poster,
It's been a ride to get here, a real rollercoaster. 

You see, the house was my Mama's, but she got in a rut,
The bank foreclosed, on the mortgage contract. 

They kicked her out, it was such a calamity.
She was ashamed and embarrassed, questioning her sanity.

The sale day is here, and there is a huge crowd.
I must be the winner, for crying out loud.

The bids were swift, and the sale price kept rising, 
I kept raising my paddle, I'd lost track of the pricing.

My hopes began to plummet, but the auctioneer said Sold,
He called my number, my bid had been bold.

I yelled "I won!" and I caught my Mama's eye.
She would have her home back, I knew that she would cry.

Today was a day that I will never forget,
Mama got her house back, and I have no regret.

I Miss My Mum

I miss my Mum’s subtle smile and her love;
recalling the times she’d sip tea and rock.
Now in heaven, looking down from above;
she sometimes visits my dreams, where we talk.

A part of me died when my Mum passed on;
I had never felt such a pricing pain.
My heart instantly broke; all hope was gone;
I never want to feel like that again.

Mum lives in memories; immortal there,
she’s still that spark of life that lit my fire.
I miss her laugh and the scent of her hair;
in the game of life, she played the umpire.

When I’d ask my Mum if God was real,
she’d just smile and say, believe what you feel.

Plastic Flowers

My basket full of plastic flowers:
Pricing them passes all the hours.

Shades Of Doubt

Santa could you help me out, I’m in a dozen shades of doubt
Half the world is ‘weapons out’, all the rest just scream and shout
“Don’t do this and don’t do that, would you kindly pause your spat?”
Arms dealers are getting fat… I can’t afford to heat my flat
Grain and fuel are pricing high, body bags in short supply 
And thousands duck yet thousands die

But Santa it’s the time of year to spread a little Christmas cheer
And let those that wont listen hear the guns fall silent far and near
So Santa could you help me out and sprinkle your goodwill about
To link the arms of atheist, agnostic and devout
For whilst so many gods abound at every compass point around
Can there not be a middle ground

But all the world says, “We’re the good,” or, “You’re the villain in the hood,”
Or, “You will soon be gone for good.” And diplomats are blocks of wood.
So Santa can you clarify the who, the what, the where, the why
For far away the people cry and one man says that nukes may fly
So war may soon be hereabout, I hope we have sufficient clout
Hey, Santa, could you help us out?

A Retail Life

They trudged through the side entrance
past the wall of Pepsi products
down the aisle between
beauty aids and bedding,
passing stacks of toilet paper
‘As Seen on TV’ and sporting goods
deeper into the insatiable appetite
of American consumerism
They entered through the door marked
DO NOT ENTER!
climbed the stairs to exchange their freedom
for a badge number and a pricing gun
to trade their free-will for numbness
They are now doomed to lurk up and down
those never ending corridors
seeking, probing…forever searching
for the end of another work day

On Pause

Pricing tickets for our stay
Let's go somewhere far away
Away for just a little while
Walks on beaches for a mile
Or two or three or maybe more
No need to care or mind the store
Let the world go on its spiel
While we get off the spinning wheel

Falling Into a Dyke

I just asked a Cleve Mike 
What it might just be like 
To fall into a dyke 
While riding a fast bike?
A Mike Mc styling,
All day gusto rising,
His showmanship pricing,
His daily cake icing
But Mike was all silence, 
My question robbed of sense
Through not planned reticence;
I think A Mike's Patience
But soon from Mike "A hike!"
"Satan's own planned strike"

So, no last violence
To obvious common sense.

When Anger Going Inside

Like an Evil Creature, A sword of power.
Contains of all worries digging.
No one can control, What you do.
What you say, Is totally torture.

The limit at end with a force of darkness.
Calculating all you done.
Pricing the pride not accepting.
To much shout, To much pain effect.

That's why everybody sometimes lost.
Drowning in selfishness, Forgot everything.
Cause your own shadow still you hear.
Whisper to you and say You want to win.

Fighting for that you always right.
Not listening and see the true figure of yourself.
This will be the bad side of yours.
A living evil is all around.

There's a way that a sword can forge itself.
Is like your anger inside, you can control it.
When times that you feel you are near.
Please stay between the sky and the sea.

Jeeper By the Dozen

A ninety thousand dollar Jeep,
And that’s a standard one, no less!
The ‘23 Grand Wagoneer
Conquers the school lines best, I guess.

If Coleridge dreamt of Rubikahns
With pricing up among the stars,
I’d search for stash of heroin
And check his needle arm for scars.

A capital idea though
And P. T. Barnum comes to mind,
So climb up in that Wagoneer
And leave those school moms far behind.

Pricing Rising Money Is Dying

These days it's tough being alive
Each day trying to survive
High prices are everywhere
Everyone living in fear
Paychecks not lasting for long
As your trying to be strong
Doing what's right to get by
To support family you try
To stretch out every dollar
But inside you scream and holler
Hoping costs go down again
Like they were way back when
No one had to choose between
Paying rent or food to eat

The Haunted Broken and Beleaguered Soul

The Haunting Of A Broken Spirit And Beleaguered Soul.
.

Her pricing haunting blood shocked eyes 
Reflect her heavy rain cloud acid corroded  heart
And spirit broken beleaguered soul
Although in the summer of her blossoming youth
She aged beyond her tender gifted years
Life has took it’s scourging toll 
And she can no longer hold back
Her floods of painful tears
.
The bombshell blast that devastated and destroyed her life
Left her shell shocked unable to piece together
The shards and carnage left behind
Her dreams have turned into nightmares
Her bed but a bed of nails her broken spirit tied to the mast
She once dreamed of idle lush green bejewelled meadows
But now dwells in a mine field in total darkness
And with every breathe and step she takes
She feels the blast
. 
Snared and tangled in a cobweb
The more she riddles the more she's tangled
Her hapless struggle is all in vane
She stands on the ege of oblivion
And welcomes an end to her bitter anguish and pain.

.
Peter Dome©2021.

My Thoughts On Friendship

My Thoughts on Friendship
Written: by Miracle Man
1-22-2020

They are not always friends
who come to you with outstretched hands,
and being friendly doesn't constitute friendship.

But I can be a friend to you
without your being a friend to me.
Our demeanor often keeps friendship from being a mutual thing
and It requires some cultivating for great friendships to grow.

When a friend hurts-we hurt,
So if pricing your best friend, what would seem adequate?
and what price would be affixed to you?
You have failed when your worst enemy,
was once counted as your best friend.

Friends are not to be used and discarded,
nor come they with return privileges.
Friends are one of life's true gifts.
Treat those whom God has placed in your path with respect!

Onion

Onion is crying
For-itself
Without peeling
Without cutting
Only sitting 
On the shelf
Prices to soar
Without uproar
Maximum this year
Minimum next year
Unable to know
Why prices grow?
Sometimes to throw
Sometimes to borrow
So much confusion
Or the market's illusion
Farmer in delusion
Customer's suffocation
Problem to solve
Still unsolved
Of simple pricing
Without price hiking
Of the perishable cycle
Of onions survival.
               -Rohan Dhabade

Material Things Can Not Replace Love

There are certain things you see
That are bright and glittery
Shiny, fancy and enticing
But they are not free, the pricing
Of these items is to high
They are not the reason why
You are put upon this earth
The price you pay is never worth
The way they look, feel, or glow
Soon you will feel hollow
With nobody by your side
When the love inside you died
s you become more greedy
Materialistic and so needy
For items to collect and wear
No feelings anywhere
Your heart is a lonely pit
Little by little, bit by bit
Everyone who used to care
Can not be found anywhere
As your heart could only feel
Love for things that are not real
In boxes, on shelves, in drawers
Replacing loving friends, now your
Surrounded all around 
By a creepy eerie sound
Of silence making you see
How lonely your world can be
No soft words or caring ways
From someone to love each day

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