Short Operator Poems
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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
In all my time as a crane operator
Never dug half a hole, my mind has vacated
Coz every shovel full
A new hole is insured
Got an appointment with my psych, hate waiting
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
Cindy Willaims
Disliked civilians
The public adored Shirley
Though she treated her fans severely.
***Our hotel operator (my age at the time) was her biggest fan until...
Date: 08/26/2019
I'm a slender lady
5'8"
Sitting at 126 pounds
130 when my curly red hair
is soaking wet
Turning 40 in about a week
Momaholic
Press operator/sales
Familyoholic
Loveoholic
There ya have it!
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
Ring the bell-hop, how quaint
Dial the Operator? – Translate! …
Western Union’s clickety-clack, now faint
alongside the sensory lure of wet paint
All of these ~ today, ain’t
Hey honey... may I take a picture of you naked
Not at all, if you're not too cold, that made me break up
Perhaps you misunderstood
I'll explain best I could
You see I meant YOU, didn't mean this old operator
just
sitting
around
waiting
whiling
the time
away,
wondering
thinking
aloud
whiling
the time
away,
round&
around,
happy
now..
..revived..
...restored
inspired by clip of Smooth operator
Talented, calm and confidential
nimble, skilled and professional
She plugged it in.
So one could begin
one’s intercourse intentional
Folks found in her service delight
She was available daytime or night
always on call
handled them all
the telephone operator polite
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
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!
"Three
stands for
Trinity-
Generator,
Operator, Destroyer - GOD. I am
the greatest number". Number three boasted.
Zero humbly
said, "I am
nothing
but
when
I am
alongside,
value goes up.
All have own uniqueness. End your ego."
February 2021
Syllable count checked at HMS
When an Ode Operator named Jan
hits the road in her Sonnet sedan,
she keeps Lines in their lanes
riding Rhyme's rough terrains
and drives home every Poe'm that she can
************************
This limerick was written
for my Soup buddy Jan Allison.
Thank you for your playful
input and positive support -
you are appreciated! xoxo
From undertaker to conversation maker
The callers were now all alone
The clickerty - clack
Of the Strowger exchange
No operators needed to answer the phone
~GG~
An Undertaker called Strowger invented the Strowger Telephone Exchange making the need of an Operator to connect calls unnecessary. The mechanism made a clicking noise as it selected the dialled number. He then returned to being an undertaker.
What a way to grow Aparajita..!
By Lord Narayan’s Archana
The holy flora in ivy form
Will bestow all sacred norm
Blue prevailing here and there
Conferring peace everywhere
Lord Shiva’s favorite flower
And Operator Lord’s flavor
An invincible blossom with
Color of space I say herewith
You being my Lord Goddess
Keep me blessed in a way ace
So that I traverse all terrains
In seasons sunny or rains..!!
object
be silent
not signed about
take the present
it a meaningful moment
at that cornered life
you scram
behind the bent
stand she and he hide
out
for once and for naught
a single ounce
you got left to sell
comin in a center
miss perfect
deflecting death
shirt coats end polish
pranks and bank shot calling
from my starched abandon
lifetimes no skranton
big world owners and rulers
standard operator error
get blues when?
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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The static hums like a hymn
between bursts of forgotten songs~
tinny trumpets, crackling crooners,
a needle skipping on a war.
Operator, oh Operator,
your fingers dance on dead frequencies,
sending Morse code to ghosts
who stopped replying in ’43.
Through the snowstorm of dead air,
a voice, thin as onion skin,
whispers the weather for tomorrow:
Clouds like ink.
< 1 - 800 - 895 - 4999 ~ will get you there
Hello operator can you help please with my ~ Lights Out ?
Let's see ~ name on bill ? your address ? I'm starting to doubt
Gee Weez ~ I know I owe - But please act like you care ......
Entry For
Dane Ann Smith - Johnson's Contest
Lights Out
G.L. All
(This is a true story)
A man called a babysitter and told her to go upstairs and look in on the children.
She ignored the man so he called again and again.
She finally got fed up and asked the operator to trace the man's call.
When the operator traced it, it made the babysitter's skin crawl.
The operator told her to get out of the house because the calls were coming from
upstairs.
The man had already killed the children and he was going to kill her when she
came up there.
Form:
Today, a screech from a hawk reminded me
Of being in a car wreck years ago, like
The synapse door to my remembrance room opened
And the memory came down the conveyor belt
Into the window of my mind to arrive unannounced
Who’s in control up there? Some little sprite?
Why can’t it work as smooth when I lose my keys?
The memory room operator could use some training
Written: 7-16-2019
Mini Verse Poetry Contest 2nd Place
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
There was once a georgeous brunette
Whilst shopping broke into a sweat
Her desire for a new toy
Gave her palpitations of joy
And her longing to be a duet
~ ~ ~
So in search for her smooth operator
She decides to go for the greater
"Give me that one on the wall
It's the best one of all"
Sorry madam, that's the fire extinguisher
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