Rolodex Poems | Examples

An Unknown Alone

He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.

He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.

A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?

Calling From Yesteryear

I've been wanting to call you,
but the rolodex was trashed decades ago,
and the laptops got Alzheimer's.

I need a Bakelite dial phone
one heavy enough
to withstand some heavy breathing.

When the living and the dead communicate
they need the right tools.

Love never dies they say,
yet an I-phone has a microchip
that has everything, but a heart.

Lone Star State

A lady who loves oral sex
Took to bed 3 cowboys named, "Tex"
One was well-hung
One for his tongue
And the third for his Rolodex

R E M Remember

she has sent
me so many
photographs

some i see
to cry others
i want to laugh

but she sent me
one hundred but 
truly three times that

when i want a look
i don't pick and choose
i spin them as a rolodex

i never know what 
the heck to expect
i open them then

review

but the most i've
found perhaps
profound

those photos
oh so relaxed
and readying

to sleep
i hold
dear

to my heart
and keep
my own

she seems 
eyes closed
tight and always


sleeping

Sasquatch

He works alone
in cavernous stockrooms,
or as a night watchman
guarding unwanted things.
He is never behind the counter.

He is the man
who has the social skills
to fill racks.
Occasionally he is found
as a clerical error,
still at work in a defunct depot
long since depleted
of function.

A yellowing Rolodex
may yet yield a contact number
like a mythical footprint.
Someone may need to call him,
but what shall we call him?

Looking Back At 1960

the time is
now 1959
on a twenty
four hour

rolex watch
watching the
time so it dare
not stop while

flipping through
an a to z rolodex
wondering if I put
her under m or r

i'll show you
a photo of her
before she be
came famous

these are her
toes and this
her lips with
no, even though,

a retro photo in
black and white,
no lipstick worn
she is a natural
and naturally

she can keep
a great conversation
up even longer then viagra a
symbol and image of a tower that 
after hours has let off a lot of steam

but she looks the part 
and from the start
becomes the
star

i saw a photo
of her years
ago and
it was

very becoming to even
say that it was one
of the best dis
played sites

i'd ever seen so
let's create the
scene played
by everyone

and me again
with her here
and everywhere
let us pray as i

am now on knees
begging absolute
absolution for once
i agree scientifically

that they have
determined
that alcohol is
a solution

but now
i need
to find
the

problems

Already

writing this
next poem
i think i
wrote

this before
but my mind's
rolodex suggests
something similar but

not quite
the same
but the
same

though 
i want to 
pen a poem
in present tense

my time has
just ended before 
posting this this will be 

my past

Jimmy the Suit

He wore his big gaudy oversize rolex
Chewing on some tex-mex with his ex
Forever flipping through his rolodex
On the phone with gents and rednecks
He’d invite his clientele to a fashion vortex
On the main floor of his triplex
Where he sold suits in the annex
And quality unisex turtlenecks
In exchange for cash and cheques
When he’d run out he’d offer rainchecks
Or start showing off some fancy crewnecks
Everything to get noticed at discotheques



AP: 3rd place 2021

Posted on April 9, 2019

Silence Rules the Night

silence rules the night 
 shadows move about 

 rain falls like tears 
 weeping wind bows to 
 no one 

 yesterday has been packed away 
 tiny boxes and envelopes 

 stored in the unsuspecting minds 
 of the lost between you and i 

 finding it hard to find my way home 
 overtook the moving day 

 cluttered thoughts of you 
 is stored in this fog escaping the end 

 more shadows become new 
 separating the gifts of life

 who's ? 

 in this darkness i can see 
 over come by the dense fog i can feel 

 the fact that nothing is said is my fear 
 i want to declare my innocence 

 silence is the night that hold the deafening 
 screams of death of yesterday 

 snugged away in there rightful places 
 counted and numbered perfectly composed 

 file cabinet, rolodex eyes finding it's part 
 who's part or what part is mine?

 silence rules the night

Free Cee I Am a Pacifist and Will Kill the First Person Who Says I Am Not

I'M A PACIFIST AND WILL KILL THE FIRST
         PERSON WHO SAYS I'M NOT
The moon was in the center of the sky when I heard her scream
so she told me about her horrible dream
it is a venture I am forbidden to describe to anyone
but it involved and ex-lover, tears and a gun

the gun, in her dream, was as real as my friend freds
and in the dream someone ended up dead
who died is something I cannot reveal
all I can say is the dream to her was ultra real

so I heard her scream in the middle of the night
she doesn't remember what she told me about fright
my sweet put it out of her mind and Rolodex 
and if her dream had been real he would be more than her ex

I would have stood up for my lover even if she was wrong
because i'll bet you dollars to donuts he's not that strong
let me meet him in the street somewhere someday
and her dreams like that one will fade away
      © 2012....PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~

The Fighter

He had come in all banged up.  
I normally lust after the tall ones, and he is relatively short --  
Having just returned from a weekend of Mixed Martial Arts,  
His left eye was swollen.  
He had a bruise across his right cheek bone.  But he was smiling.  
He was smiling, and happy, and kind, and gentle,
 brought in freshly made frittatas:
“You know he’d do it.  
“But Katie’s a nice woman.  She really is a great woman.  
I love her.  I absolutely love her.”
I want him to slam me against the bathroom wall, 
tear off my clothes, 
restrain my arms and have his way with me.
It would be so easy. 
So easy for such a quick, cheap thrill. 
 It is winter, after all 
      (Too cold for roller coasters).
I roll it around, taste it on my tongue.
“Oh,that Katie, you would love her.  I miss her.  She’s just the happiest, cutest little thing”
I’m too old for that.  I’m thirty now.  I have morals now.  I have morals.
I tell her so,
       Tell her! --
Tell her I have morals! --
I finger his card in my Rolodex,
Make note of the ten-digit number.

Recipe For Success

invite over your friend with a green thmumb
invite over your friend who writes in their own journal
invite over someone who sews
someone who sings
someone who can act
and another that can tell a joke
one who knows how to decorate
make sure you have active company to entertain all your guests
keep all your gusts in a rolodex and contact them a few years later
on a more business level

invite over the interior decorator
invite over the cake decorator
invite over the novelist and artist
have your pictures done by the photograpgher
talk about awards won by comedic plots
and toats over utopian ideals
and back in the rolodex the new contacts go

the recipe for success of hotels and business
broken down for the chucky cheeses
of those on the outskirts of those who know what is actually going on in the game of life
the faux pas of which faux pas
and the slam glammor of bubble glam and the blitz of the honoured

Beauty

My beauty transcends your comprehension of who I really be
Seeking to categorize me within your rolodex of previous victims
Sensing, smelling da insecurities of a broken man
I laugh
Hatred, venom reeking from your core as you watch Me
Celebrating my curvaceous lusciousness
No longer enslaved wit da unrealistic version of who I’m suppose to
Be
Look
Weigh
My beauty distinctively embedded
Inside of me
Growing like the tsunami tidal wave
See you can’t handle the truth of who I really be
So just love
Me


This is a shout out to all you men who feel like you have to break 
women down because of your own personal insecurities 
love us just as we love you

High Tides and Green Grass

as I wander on this beach
alone with my thoughts
that are so deep
thinking about a path to take
contemplating all that’s left
putting mistakes in the past
lessons learned and filed away
to be recalled when needed
an accordian file of those I’ve hurt
a rolodex of pain received
I face the future
not with a clean slate
I reflect on what will be
an obscure crystal ball
dictated from the power above
the high tides and green grass

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