Walkie Talkie Poems | Examples

Child and Bird

Imagine perching in that huge gum tree;
I would fly and see for miles,
just like that currawong that slides
between the misty air and dewy grass.

I wonder if that currawong,
inside his bony-birdie-head,
would ever wish that he could be
a walkie-talkie-kid like me?

Now That We Are Here

A coworker and I stand
along a lone Nebraska highway
far from home.

I stand on one end
of a work zone-
a co-worker stands
on the other

communication by walkie talkie
to direct traffic 
as it comes and goes.

A road that’s broken
must be made whole
as life bubbles forth
from underground streams
in an unfamiliar place.

Work inches forward
until the sun bleeds
into the sky

when night conversations
friendships are sought
in each other
as we ponder 
our time and place
and a light in the parking lot
shines like the moon.

March 19, 2023

Was Christmas Tree Dumped Or Placed

Was the Christmas tree left?
Dumped? Or gently placed?
No one knew, for elves are sneaky.
They wanted the animals to wonder.

The owl flew down for a closer look.
The deer and the fox blinked at each other.
Could they maintain a civil air?
The rabbit hopped over to declare “placed”.

Raccoon kept silent, looking at the pretty decorations.
If they needed to un-decorate it, he would be their pigeon.
The elves giggled, reading the animals’ thoughts.
“Get back up here!” Santa declared over their walkie-talkie.

Walkie Talkie

Sunset spill,
Evening thrill,
Serenade,
Creeping shade,
Summer stroll,
Frog on bole,
Moonlit trees,
Pleasant breeze,
Hoot owl hour,
Rose power,
Rich red Mars,
Porch guitars,
Wild chatter,
Lavender,
Limpid moon,
Cry of loon,
Starry park,
Plum hued dark,
Hued flora,
Scent aura,
Teal ducks quack,
Love is back!
Grassy knoll,
Dreams unfold.

From My Desk I See

without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
 
without leaving my seat at my desk
I see two bottles of hand sanitizer, my work badge,
a red cloth face mask I am tired of wearing
an address book with a multitude of squiggles
which no one else could read
they might possibly think I was mentally ill if they got closer
 
by turning only my head to the right I see two notebooks
three pens, one of them happily has red ink
an oversized yellow bottle of water I continually knock over
a roll of blue tape, and a walkie talkie that needs plugged in
 
I am looking to the left now. Three posters
One says “Effort and Perseverance are the Keys to Success”
There is a blue chair with an ugly hexagonal print in yellow
A bookcase with kinesthetic sand which I love as much as the children
Welcome to an Elementary School Counselor’s Office

The Marmite Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Written 8-17-2021

Walkies

I could go anywhere with my walkie
I’m talking walkie talkie
long before I knew    I needed a dog

(anxiety is funny that way
striking when you want to play
locked in a cage    with your brain set to flog)

I could go anywhere and talk to anyone 
else paralyzed sitting alone on my bum 
sorry this poem sucks   I have to go walk my dog

Oldster Blows Past the Copper

Sorry officer, the old lady apologizes as she is stopped for speeding.
Her Chevy is rocking out to seventies music
A debonair old geezer in a sports car blows past them
going at least a hundred and ten
Officer looks exasperated.
Gets on walkie talkie
No answer.
Jumps on motorcycle and takes off
Woman texts her husband “Thanks sweetie!”

The Maelstrom Outside the Mall

THE MAELSTROM OUTSIDE THE MALL

Mellowing out at the mall,
Amidst the short and the tall
Shelves, filled with shirts and shoes,
A mixture of reds and a lot of blues.

Leaving was like a treacherous storm.
A sweeping car with a demonic form.
As I beeped my horn, he ignored the bell.
Almost hit on the driver side, we both would yell.

This wild-eyed bat, wouldn’t pull up his car.
Who knows why he took his dereliction way too far.
I couldn’t open the door. Trapped for a minute or five.
Armed with a walkie-talkie, a timely hero would arrive.

Finally I can loosen my panicked grip of fear.
Leave with the anxious shirt and shoes I wear.
I lighten the curses that plummet from my lips.
For sure, this visit to the outlet mall was quite a trip.

3/29/2018

Gold

Silence is golden, they say.
They don't tell you that gold is not a bubble but a shatterproof cage:
        a prison sanctuary for fragile birds.
They don't tell you that gold is a burden to be carried, always:
        as impenetrable from within as from the outside.
They don't tell you that gold is a glorified fun house mirror:
        distorting every action to perfection.
They don't tell you that gold is a broken walkie-talkie:
        a one-way filter for words.
They don't tell you that gold is a mask:
        so that where there is a soul in need of consolation
        there appears only intricately curved metal:
        the mesmerizing, deflective, flawless, and thoroughly non-human gold
        that you yourself have wrought.

You Gotta Be Kidding

Hey, mister Rent-a-cop,
did you see what she just did?
Oh, sleeping on the job again
are we now
Family ties is always good to have I see,
so I suggest you better go
lay the store law down
Lifting from the shop
is an everyday crime
Put the candy bar away,
and chase after the stolen items
Don’t let no freckle faced pigtails
get the best of you
Don’t let a twelve-year-old
get you in the I’m-with-Stupid news
Why are you still fooling around
tying your shoes?
Why is your walkie-talkie
still on a snooze?
You gotta be kidding me,
mister Police Academy wannabe
I didn’t know 
everything in the store
was for free

Raindrops

Listen to the gossip of the rain,
dancing on my windows and jumping on the pavement,
thrumming  and battering on the roofs,
plays a little sleep-song on my roof at night,
when it hits the ground, becomes a rivulet. 

Listen to the rain falling from the sky,
tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles,
crackle dry verandah like an old walkie-talkie coming to life,
beat the panes like timorous wings,
and quench our endless thirst.

Listen to the pouring rain,
pouring from dark skies, 
crashed deafeningly on the corrugated metal roof,
fell down constantly like an endless bucket of water being 
poured down from the heaven,
sounds like the heavens are knocking on my door,
droplets thrashed at the ground, with ferocity matchless,
beat upon my heads with silver liquid drops.

Camoflauge

I'm just a Soldier in his Camouflage 
In the Mirror of the Mirage 
Chameleon to envious enemies Onslaughts 
They in the Image of Decepticons 
Why I listen in on the Intercom 
Walkie Talkie till the Image of the Affiliates Collage 
Nightvision goggs I can see they Militants in the Fog
Not knowing they walking into planted land mine full of Bombs
With Grenades in my Palms
Stake outs in the Night to Dawn 
Why I'm concealed looking from the Pond
In the trees with Ninja Stars
With a few Ninjas with Swords over they Arms 
I pray to GOD for Victory an then I kiss my Charm
Then I put my dog tag back under my Thermal 
Eyes filled with Inferno
That burns Eternal
I sit in the tree lookin at the stars an write in my Journal 
To me it's Business and it's Personal

Finding the Only One

There are so many joys in life.
But one of the biggest joys is when 
a particular person not only touches your heart, 
but your entire being.
Its like we can finally be ourselves 
and being ourselves is very freeing, 
Its like we are truly living.
 
When you find this person, 
be sure to let that person know 
that they're your number one priority. 
Remember this persons heart 
has been looking for you heart it's whole life. 

Yes things got in the way,
but it was our hearts,
that is always determined.
Even when our bodies wanted to give up,
because the way things looked 
though our natural eyes .
 
The only way to find true love,
 is to treat your heart like a walkie talkie, 
that is looking for the perfect signal 
on the right heart. 

The static you sometimes hear,
is life getting in the way. 
 But when the signal is clear,
you will know it because their voices ,
will sound like music to your ears. 

And their always on your mind 
from the moment you wake up, 
to the time you close your eyes.

The One

There are so many joys in life.
But one of the biggest joys is when 
a particular person not only touches your heart, 
but your entire being.
Its like we can finally be ourselves 
and being ourselves is very freeing, 
Its like we are truly living.
 When you find this person, 
be sure to let that person know 
that they are your number one priority. 
Remember this persons heart 
has been looking for you heart it's whole life. 
Yes things get in the way,
but your heart was always determined.
Even when our bodies wanted to give up,
because the way things looked though our natural eyes .
 The only way to find true love,
 is to treat your heart like a walkie talkie, 
that is looking for the perfect signal 
on the right heart. 
The static you sometimes hear,
is life getting in the way. 
 But when the signal is clear,
you will know it because ,
their voice will sound like music to your ears. 
So their on your mind from the moment you wake up, 
to the time you close your eyes.

Highlander Jockey

There once was a Highlander Jockey
Like his stallion, brazen and cocky
Sorry for being coarse
I am hung like my horse
So boastful, and all walkie talkie




* Written 20/05/14 *

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