An old gaunt lady
With feeble steps
Walked to the red telephone booth
On the roadside pavement
Every day she dialed a number
And spoke inaudibly into the receiver
As tears streamed down her crinkly face
This continued for an hour
Until she resigned for the day
Hoping for another heartfelt conversation
A baffling mystery unsettled us
Spectators to this daily drama.
Categories:
telephone booth, loneliness, mystery, old, red,
Form: Free verse
Man leaves phone booth too quickly, and then?
Knocks his front tooth out with his gold fountain pen.
4/28/2021
Categories:
telephone booth, humor,
Form: Couplet
What says London more than this
The Red Telephone Booth can't be missed
On a walking tour
Nothing grabs you more
Says London like Big Ben and the British mist
Categories:
telephone booth, celebration,
Form: Limerick
The yellow pages wither away in this red undertone
Our world once reconnected behind wood and glass
When two hearts were disconnected by the world so vast
To the love posted in units of time…get me a coin fast!
At the corner of Cosmos and Maxwell two minds meet
The hour midnight to your noon, ‘see you soon’…we greet
Hello…and we both smile, in spite of the thousand miles
Between us is an unbreakable cord…glad to have dialed
Driving past there…it’s now a newspaper stand
The line long cut, but you’re still holding onto my hand
Something other than my aching heart making headlines
Your travels have brought you back home to the phone
The change kept us in touch, nothing much has changed, but
It’s a lot cheaper, easier to say I love before the funds run out
I had our names stenciled above the receiver to remember us both
You’re first in my phonebook…as you were to the telephone booth
Categories:
telephone booth, i miss you,
Form: Lyric
Always a little leak,
Dripping in my roof.
As the thunder and the lighting,
Storm around my telephone booth.
The tidal wave is rising,
To drown the children a sleep,
As we hammer in the nails,
Through his bleeding wrists and feet.
Some talk of joy and wonder,
Some talk of better days,
But I try to tell you something,
That makes you shy away.
The humanity inside you,
The innocent lamb and dove,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Covered in *****and mud.
Your soul you held within you,
Your children that you loved,
Have been eaten by the humans,
Who drank the holy blood.
The holy and the sacred,
That once we beheld in awe,
Is now the dancing laughter ,
Of the drunkard and the whore.
Always a little leak,
Dripping through my roof,
As the fishes go on swimming,
Around my telephone booth.
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Categories:
telephone booth, christian, crazy, dark, heaven,
Form: Dramatic Verse