Short Phoned Poems
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Alexander Graham Bell
Phoned the farmer in the dell.
The farmer, wakened from his slumber
Yelled at him and growled, "Wrong number".
won 6th place
Beyond Mad Max
Australian actor Mel
Phoned his wife to give her hell.
Unknown to Gibson she recorded his rant
And we all got to hear his unholy chant.
I phoned the incontinence help line today
“I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
“Where are you ringing from Mrs. Brown”?
I of course replied “from the waist down”
Form:
I phoned the incontinence help line today
“I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
But I was extremely disappointed to be told
By the disembodied voice that I should hold
Form:
I phoned the incontinence help line today
To say “I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
In the hope of having my condition assuaged
But try as I might it was always engaged
Form:
I phoned the incontinence help line today
To say “I’m Mrs. Brown, can you help me pray”
In the hope of having my condition assuaged
But try as I might it was always engaged
Form:
My thoughtful vet phoned to say that my cat was not dead, just asleep, permanently.
Written 5th April 2018
For Epigram contest sponsored by Deborah Guenthar Beachboard
phoned his valentine
but she was in the shower ~
his best friend answers
Written 4th February 2021.
For Valentine's Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
Phyllis Phyffer phoned a friendly farmer,
And proffered a mere pittance for his land.
"Phooey!" fumed the fairly livid farmer,
And dropped the phone receiver from his hand.
Form:
Untrue, harmless, "I phoned Schwarzenegger..."
True, harmless boast: "I love my Srinagar.”
Surreal: "The shark killed me."
Dubious: “FBI? John, it’s me. ”
True, untrue, dubious— or just a swagger?
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Why won’t you speak to me?
Can you at least tell me where
my checkered golfing socks are?
I said ‘sorry,’ made a hang-dog face.
You laughed.
Then phoned your mother.
Now the town knows
about the socks.
A wife sent her hub to the store;
she phoned in more items galore.
He forgot to write ‘em,
came back sans one item;
she sent him right back out the door.
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H/T to Indiana's Shawping list
On his business trip, Pete saw burlesque
and daily phoned home from his work desk.
When asked once or twice
if the view there was nice,
he said, “Dear, France is most picturesque!”
For "Burlesque Boutique"
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert
He phoned the village bakery
And ordered a delivery
Loads and loads of tasty pies
Ate them all but at a price
He spent the night in misery.
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Contest: Plentitude of Pies
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
The graffito worried him of
W O M E N 'S
Women's what?
He thought of all our attributes
He therefore wrote
M E N ' S
on the showcase wall
to see what the response would be
Sharon phoned
for he left his number,
and they talked all night, discovering
4/24/2015
He mentioned that she was beautiful.
He mentioned that she was kissable.
He touched her.
He wanted to curve
where she curved,
to hold lightly the blessing.
She phoned her attorney,
threatened assault.
That evening, he wrote a poem
which later was used
as evidence against him.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
I fell in love with her sorrows.
We shared a mask that we spoke through,
a mail-box for wordless hungers.
Passion maimed us,
even I shed tears, sensing
a Puccini last act approaching.
She read herself in my face.
I gave her news;
long-range forecasts
of more disappointments to come.
She phoned her mom.
I watched the shark its teeth display (1975)
My heart swallowed my tongue, I'd nothing to say
Sixteen years later a great dinosaur classic (1993)
was set in a surreal park named Jurassic
But my favorite of all came out in-between (1982)
ET phoned home, made my heart sing ~ cash registers ring
Deep fried
she cried
then bloat
and float
A house
stained blouse
clueless
for stress,
To bed,
airhead!
"Forgot"!
you brought
you phoned
you're stoned,
she’s slow
cracked crow,
clears throat
like goat,
Nancy
can't see
funky,
junky,
go back
sad sack
drink rum
you bum,
and then
find men.
Watching my love from afar
He never once noticed my happiness with him
Couldn't even call
When I feared in the late hours
Death might have phoned his soul
No reconciliation for the female adore
That I never once heard of
But I bet she wasn't me
Who is this obscure scent hanging roun' bout your collar
Hearken to me your broken-hearted truths
A little bird heard
Then spread the word
That Isabell had lost her smile
Well I have a spare
Which I doubt you'd wanna wear
To be honest, I've used it a while
So I did the next best
Phoned in a request
To jolly old St Nick
I heard from a bird
Now I'm spreading the word
Old Santa's got just the trick.
Merry Christmas Isabell
from Daniel and Buddy
Cupid opened up and fired
a full out M-16.
When everyone dropped dead and down
to such a horrid scene.
The Pope came by
and gave his blessings.
That's all that he could do.
Then Castro phoned to offer peace
and share cigar or two.
But Cupid wasn't there to listen.
cupid shot to kill.
He knew their lovers were in Heaven
and shot with lead to fill.
She still phones, though not to me.
I imagine her small-talking,
see her walking to the local shops with a mutual friend
who sometimes phones me just to ask
if she has phoned yet?
Birds chatter on wires,
groundhogs go to bed deep under the hedgerows,
I hear them snoring
just like she remembers me snoring in her ear.
We speak often like that -
no backchat.
I am at the airport
And I’m going away
The tears come unbidden
As I think of this day
I’ve kissed them goodbye
My dogs that I love
I’ve given out hugs
To those near to my heart
I’ve phoned all my friends
And texted some goodbyes
I’m only gone for two weeks
So why do I cry
I’m just feeling sad
And a bit lonesome too
I’m already missing those
I love and then you.