"callers" poems
Busy people…
Oh so busy people….
You step real hard when you walk real fast
With your busy scowls on your busy faces
Making busy wrinkles in your busy forehead
From thinking all those
Wondrous… and
Special…
Busy thoughts…
**** sho too busy to
Make small talk… or
Ask about… or
Even be pleasant to
Us regular people…
Oh so busy…
Would make an old man wait for 6 hours
For the answer to a 5 minute question…
Cuz you busy…
Too busy to even answer the phone
Especially… If you know who’s callin’…
Sho too busy…Way too busy…
To answer
For the likes of me… or even him… cuz
That’s not what you busy people do…
We should all
Just be happy
To have your
Wondrous… and
Special… and
Busy self
To be
Ignored by
But Oh Mr. Busy…
One day…
Mayhap…
You will look up from your busy-ness… and
Find that there are
No more some bodies
To step past real hard… or
To dismiss… as unimportant
With your busy scowl and busy wrinkled forehead
No more callers
To ignore… or un-pleasantries to share
Cuz you, yourself, have gotten
Unpleasantly old
And every body else
Is just too busy…
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
So as fate would have it they would have it they would take us from our borders
They brought us in as slaves so that we could toil for the hoarders
They put chains on our wrists til we rose our fists
No longer would this pain make our children slit their wrists
Times have changed but some things stayed the same
Some walk around unaware that they’re just wearing a different chain
We became the entertainers, we became the “ballers”
While our slavemasters became the businessman, still the shot callers
Just a monkey with a ball, On the rise it seems, but still we fall
What more can we be?
Can our eyes still see?
Cause when I look at my people in the eyes
I see souls that are satisfied
I see souls that have been pacified
Dreams once in the air but now on the ground
Look around my people, see who wears the crown
Cause our people continue to die and no one makes a sound
Can you say their names?
Can you feel the pains?
Can you feel the agony of a hundred thousand black souls lost for America’s gain?
Will you stand and fight?
Cause a Black America United oh what a sight!
Imagine the might! That we would wield?
With a fire in our hearts that could bend steel
Only then could our 200 year old wounds heal
Only then could we appeal and be apart of this nation under God.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
All of the Gnomes from around the globe
Just sneezed their very last sneeze
They've had enough of this allergy stuff
And from the garden they're taking their leave
They packed up their bags, donned their bonnet's and caps
Left in the cover of night
Said goodbye to the trees along with the birds and the bees
And headed out for the big city life
No one had a clue from which wind the Gnomes blew
It was Wa-La they were suddenly there
From Bankers to Lawyers to Tele-marketer callers
They infiltrated every career
Soon they were drinking like fountains as the bills started mounting
With the pressures of the ride to the top
Pills became an everyday need to stay awake and fall asleep
Not sure when this madness will stop
On top of it all they started to cough from the smog
And wondered which one was the worst
The garden allergies or this black lung disease
Either way the Gnomes felt mankind's curse
So they turned in their suits and their ill gotten loot
And took a trip back to the suberbs
Now in the garden they smile cause they know all the while
Yes...it could be a lot worse
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy August:)
purple moons and blond twins soon
talking horses and no gravity forces
jumping on cars and livestream of stars
blue dives hope and carrying yellow soap
the never ringing phone had rung and infinite questions in the air hung
mystic eyes danger and love of my life a stranger
I represent Lady Dream
and her fake lashes of gleam
a fantasy
hidden secrets in her world reality
in every color deceptive
subconsciously destructive
choose your perspective
she is not new
my haven in hours of few
on the mind
never understand what you find
now I sleep to see her poisonous skies
not to rest that one for the one who dies
nightmares my addiction don't be scared
called unravel of fallen hair
might do her a night stall
yet she leaves like a swift and crawls
now I know her stories are coming back in fear
been there done that since the end of last year
like signs flooded in clear waters
better than drowning with unknown ocean callers
I greet every era illusionary welcome
I carve every ranger in memory then run
walls in paths they deceive in glisten
the ferris wheel hangs and listens
sometimes we don't talk anymore
she throws ventures then struggles in store
masterminds wrapped around her finger they strive
Neptune rains diamonds and they cut like knives
she thinks before the sunshine we play a lying game
and I play along in absolute shame
she comes back with a curious mystery every night
and hello! sweet poetry from under my pillow then ignites
------ravenfeels
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 6:41 AM UTC
As I sat in the library waiting for my lecture to start,
A beautiful girl came along and stood near to my heart
As she sent me peace with a smile full of delight,
Revealed such a beauty of hidden appealing light
Her eyes somehow met mine in a sudden peep
Took me somewhere over the rainbow leap
her eyes were iridescent with every shades of hope,
kindling sparks of spiritual faith and defeated mope
As I was wondering among her beautiful face ,
I heard her voice ,tingling my heart to race
She asked how to improve her langage to fulfill a dream,
To call for Islam and invite people to know this perfect Deen
She loves Allah more than you could ardently imagine ,
Her eyes glowing with the radiant of this noble message
I was fascinated by her alluring faith and love ,
by her appealing beauty and optimism shining above
Her heart was a precious peace of sincerity and faith
Studded with the most redolent shimmering gems
A full blossming hour spent without a doubt ,
Bringing faint hint of smiling sunshine ,
Pure love of Allah mingled our spirits ,
refreshingly flourished my heart and lissomed my soul
Islam is our biggest bounty so let's be grateful,
Let's relax our hearts and spread this bliss all over ...
The tips I gave she kept with an excited determination ,
To realise her dream and be among the callers
For this native religion and truthful decision,
With a glorious gratitude we ended our meeting ,
Promised our souls to get to strengthen our faith,
To noble our path and find our truthful basement
Speechless expressions are all we were able to keep,
In front of Allah's super mercy and grateful deeds
she was a pretty faithful soul that entered my heart,
Took me higher , and sowed love in every single part ...
Thank you Allah for all your bounties and fascination
Blissful we are to belong to your super fetching creation ...
♡Merry
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Sometimes, I still long for the taste of your tongue
In my mouth.
How your brutal hands that ripped
My heart from my chest
Once caressed my back and waist.
I wasted love on you.
My glass full
From years of saving;
Sacrificing other gentleman callers
and their date dollars.
Spending nights alone,
Extending my hand out the window
Collecting ‘love drops’
That filter in my cup.
I poured everything into your body.
How was I to know
You would drain
Every
Last
Drop?
Lost.
All the fluid of my feelings
Kept safe for good keeping,
Gone.
In seconds
…All
Drains
Away…
Amazingly,
All my feelings that poured into your body
Left no impression or influence.
You’re still cold;
A one-track mind.
A drain you are.
Maybe it be best
I fall in love with a plumber next.
To give back what was mine
And he can provide
The Tools I need to avoid
Fools
Like
You.
Currently,
My cup holds ice.
But in time, the ice will melt
From the warmth of another love
And a pair of hands
That can hold my heart.
I painfully learned
That my cup is not meant to be empty
And completely given to someone.
The majority is for me
I won’t be left thirsty.
Drip…
Drop…
Hear that?
It’s my cup, re-filling.
Good riddance.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
As an offering of peace
she brought him cherries
to sweeten the tense air.
Plump black cherries
mouthwateringly ripe,
polished to perfection.
'Shall I come with my brimming bowl?'
she asked.
'Shall we selfishly gorge in secret before
they are over?'
Desiring her sweetness
he feathered her with kisses,
dropped the blind against
a flaming sun and callers-
yielded to sweetness.
Sweet her cherried fingers,
sweet her skin, her lips,
her tongue.
She plied him with cherries,
fed his desire stalk after stalk,
the whole room burnished
with passion.
When twilight seeped in,
they lay cherry - heavy,
clinging to sweetness.
'The secret is ours, he teased,
thoughts turned towards
a handful of dropped,
forgotten stones.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
1590
Not at Home to Callers
Says the Naked Tree—
Bonnet due in April—
Wishing you Good Day—
2k
Darkness sets in with mankind,
throughout time words will transform the inferior man into the superior man.
The age of name calling will emerge.
Barbarian,
savages,
uncivil,
Let me stop for a second...
Telling the world another man is unimportant shouldnt take away the fact that he is still a man.
Name callers need peace while overthrowing others who also play a role in mankind by dissecting their own consciousness.
They have a need to
belittle,
discredit,
transform,
transform into something greater,
even though it's all in the mind that one is greater.
Truth be told wars are pushed forward to the masses by name calling the enemy,
Imagine looking a man in his eyes and calling him a cockroach,
for whatever reason one will feel like he is now squashing a bug,
yet no bug is present.
History will tell a story about mankind no matter the name.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
I've glanced at you at every chance
Off car reflections and bathroom walls
I've swirled and danced in front of you
Yet I deny the beauty they see
The face that draws onlookers
And gentlemen callers
I've spent hours hating how you look
picking apart or hating it all
You've seen me cry and smile
More than anyone else has
But I give you hell and talk you down
Have you doubt the sincerity of lovers
Find fault in words of admiration
I'm jealous of what they see in you
Something I don't see
I hate and hate on you everyday but
I've stared and caught glances of you
I want to be what they see in you
I'm indifferent to how they see us
May 31, 2023
May 31, 2023 at 9:53 AM UTC
i have a mobile phone it goes off while in bed when i went to answer the battery had gone dead
back down the stairs i went to put the charger on. when i go to answer it the phantom callers gone
back up the stairs i went and now i have a cough then back down once more to turn my mobile off
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 9:50 AM UTC
I heard it on the radio
My mind was sudden fizz
Did they just ask the questioned
mass
Does Santa really live??????
Santa are you out there?
Santa do you care?
Oh Santa with your big old tum
That grey old fluffy beard
Santaaaaaaaaaaaa
Oh Santaaaaaaaaaa
We'd love to have you come
We wrote a letter ageeee........ago
We've left some pies and stuff
Now telephones went mad that day
That some one questioned this
Did Santa really come each year
Oh my!!!
said all the kids
Santa are you out there?
Santa do you care?
Oh Santa with your big old tum
That grey old fluffy beard
Santaaaaaaaaaaaa
Oh Santaaaaaaaaaa
We'd love to have you come
We left a carrot on your plate
Hope Rudolph fills his tum
The callers of the phones agreed
That Santa's really there
Good people of the world breath out
No words of great despair
Santaaaaaaaaaaaa
Oh Santaaaaaaaaaa
We'd love to have you come
We promise to sleep tight tonight
No peaking to be done
oh Santa !!!!!!
So children of the world tonight leave
Lots of pies and drink
And don't forget the reindeer's food
Or guess they'll leave a stink
Santaaaaaaaaaaaa
Oh Santaaaaaaaaaaaaa
We love you
Yes we do
We've been so good throughout
The year
Our Santa's sack is hung !!!
Our Santa's sack is hung!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our Santa's sack is hunggggggggg!!!!!!
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
What should I say to cold callers?
"Not interested thank you "
"Yes, that is my name "
"No, actually my computer isn't broken "
"I think you need electrocution lessons, I can hardly understand you."
Or maybe I'll try this;
Mario, we had a deal now Mario
We shook hands ain't that right?
Meet me on the bridge my friend
Same time alone tonight
Bring the dough now Mario
You gotta pay your debt
I'm like that elephant you know
The one who don't forget
I got you covered Mario
I know your family
You gotta learn how to behave
Act responsibly
We're nearly brothers Mario
We share some blood I guess
So let's not spill it over this
Let's clear up this mess
click
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
I see you in the sky ,
Far, afar off.
I watch you from the earth,
Far, afar off.
Brightness enlightens the
vicinity from the grip of
elemental forces,
Enveloping the entire arena and
beyond like the mother hen
brooding her children out
of the reach of seducing eyes
of a roaming hawks in the
sky.
Your dome-shaped entity
distinctively standing aloof
like a magnificent rotunda
palatial in the Arabian oasis.
Thirty nights of illumination,
When we spreads our mats
to narrate tale under your
watchful eyes.
When elders recounts narrative
and ancient panorama of
yesteryears.
When we clap,
When we sing,
When we dance
In the womb of your greatness.
Thirty nights of total darkness,
When lanterns endlessly
searches for light to
extinguish darkness,
When the night-callers
terrorizes our quietness,
When the guardsmen work
like wild wolves to fish
out the sons of Belial,
When the night impels babies
to retire to their cradles,
When the wiles of darkness
inculcate an aura of fear into
our minds.
Prolong your circles and
brighten our hope.
You produces light,
You illuminates season.
Your neighbor reigns over
days,
While you control the affairs
of darkness.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
there was a little bear he loved the bingo hall
marking of his numbers to the callers call
with his felt tip pen he would mark them off
crossing off his numbers a proper bingo boff
he just loved to shout when ever he had won
playing games of bingo gave him so much fun
people they all loved him there mascot now his he
printed on a t shirt for all the world to see
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC
Night is always still and being alone is reasonable
stuck on a couch with hands in my pants like Al Bundy
I enjoy the old animations to rekindle my youth
At first I just knew it to be late night programming
but now its a laughing fit for the bald and the lonely
callers longing for that flirtatious, accepting voice
How do they know the lonely are with the late night?
When did the early hour become the time to persuade
love, lust, and empowerment of oneself?
the laughing stops and I wonder how much
insecurity there must be under the distant stars
How many of us wish we could go to sleep? maybe
its that unbearable coldness on the other side of the bed
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
I can feel the chemicals ***** under my skin,
I can feel the sunshine pouring in.
Another day another dollar,
another distraction to silence the callers;
All those people who want to know where I've been, or all those who genuinely ask how I've been.
I've avoided these truths at all cost,
If I never look back I'll never have to face what I lost.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
The telephone is constantly ringing;
I’m on the verge of insanity.
It’s all I can do when answering calls
Not to break out in profanity.
It doesn’t help to block a number,
For callers will use another.
How many do they have access to?
Twenty? Forty? Brother!
The scammers are the worst, of course--
Each a conniving crook!
But telephone solicitors?
Also bad in my book!
If they would only take NO for an answer,
It wouldn’t be so bad.
But when they importune me for money,
That’s when I get mad.
Sometimes solicitors overstep
The bounds of familiarity;
If they do, I’ll flatly refuse
To donate to their charity.
I hate to be rude, but it’s hard not to
Say something mean.
As I said, I'm at the point
Of saying something obscene!
It MUST be self-defeating for them,
For I know I'm not alone
When I say they’re forcing me
To never answer my phone.
The “Do Not Call List”? What a joke!
Robocalls? A pain.
All of us in phone-call hell
Have the right to complain.
This phone-call madness will have its place
In the annals of demonology,
For we know one thing: it is one
Of the curses of modern technology.
-by Bob B (9-13-18)
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
Crave,
eyes connecting
strange senses from across the room
I can feel you and the sweet smelling pheromones clouding our minds
a thick fog
we must find each other
ignoring all other callers of love, its you and I, we need to explore.
closer,
body language calling
mouths are moving but we don't listen
we only want to feel the way our body's could converse
the possibility of it drives us nearer nearer
still afar but it's dragging us together like magnets
we have to touch.
Capture,
Hear the heart pounding
It's beating within a rhythm uninterrupted
here our bodies dance and we become body
we seek and we found salt dripping pleasure.
******
Reaching for that point
We are like the tide pulling in and out across the sand
a casual brushing flesh on flesh
utopia rises in the horizon
we breath, we grasp, we fall,
into each other and lay rest for the deed is done.
Calm,
Slinking away
Don't make a sound
don't ruin the peace created by sleep
it's better this way, if we leave with no words
make it a mystery
its one they'll never forget with an ending predictable
leave it at that
letting the door shut behind you
with only a whisper of goodbye.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
Did you know that when Ceres formed the moon, and hung it in the sky, it shone for you? That Apollo races his chariot across the skies because he wakes to see your face? When the seers see beauty in the bones and rocks, they see your eyes shine back at them. When the witch-men in the darkest, deepest parts of the jungle wish to bestow beauty on their callers, they invoke your name! When the Delphinewhi Oracle rocks her body, possessed with the wisdom of gods, she smiles savagely, and thanks Olympus for fashioning her in your image. When the roses blossom, and the honeysuckle blooms; when the violets show their beautiful dress, and the magnolia flaunts in the sun, they mimic you! When the lilies swim their graceful circles, and the snapdragon ushers forth it's sweet scent; when the lilac spreads its musk through my nostrils, or the dogwood dances in the wind, they devote their lives and beauty that it might stand in the shadow of your presence! Rocks crumble, and sands shift because they know you will need soft ground to tread upon. Thunders clap, and wild things wail because they envy any other that looks upon you but them! The stars themselves cast forth their light and burn themselves out because they know you will see their long-dead light, and appreciate their token of praise to you alone.
Did you? Did you know that when Shakespeare wrote about his beautiful, mysterious woman, he thought of you? Did you know that when Horatio sung of woman's beauty, he had your face and figure upon his eyes? Did you know that when Beowulf slew the seven serpents, he fought them in your name? That Helen of Troy, and Cleopatra are your ancestors? That when Cockney resolved to fix the language he spoke, he did it in the endeavor to accurately describe your beauty?
Alas, my littless, there is no man, nor beast, nor god that can comprehend your beauty. Save those you smile upon, all are lost in life, trying in vain to grasp the extent--the breadth and height and depth--of your immaculate form. Oh, if one could describe your smile, the earth would narry need the sun again! If man could describe the pools of color in thine eyes, man would be happy to look at a grey world to keep the memory of those prisms of light. If only one could touch you, caress the silk you wear for skin, he would be happy to never feel again....
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Bar me off, Useless! Cryin' a'sighin'– over cliffs, over.
She caught me a'whisperin' at the docks! Far, yea, far;
And when did compersion to the western wayside go?
Feeling let down. Staircase is a'goin' for a day or two!
Distance between two points. Farther, father, fathoming depths.
Low, now! Lower bent! –you, so far bent, did ask him so.
"Chief Joseph– St. Joseph– Won't he have word with me?
Nonsensical, man. Understand! If only for a day or two."
Yea, some men never call. Some callers a'callin' do.
Blue collared jazz blues– You saving it for the morning?
Where the sea meets the land. Find him by the cowrie reef–
I say that's unnecessary. Stand by me for a day or two!
And them stories be so far bent,
all a'tellin' them so:
He fell out! What a falling out!
Talked about for years to come!
And hear they come 'round the bend–
Lessening distance between points. I see horizon.
O' horizon! Yonder horizon! And the sun all arisin' be!
Huddlin'– All huddled like. Beneath the comet's tail she caught me.
Found me all a'whisperin' at the docks... and I say:
"Seaside, O' Seaside! Beneath them netherskies you wait. Yea, if a fool's never foolish are his thought's so foolish, see– I never felt so transfixed. Them waters got a depth to them– Therein lies weight. I talk to still paintings– none be a'talkin' back to me! Minds racing backwards. Would you listen to that still? Silence, she finds me in unnerving non-natural states. Psychosis takes a seat. They say them waters at the western wayside foam! A real, true foam! Froth and cough into your sleeve, white foam! Kiss me on the lips and tell me secrets for a day– Frenzy! Riot on! Whitewaters, subtle sexes, and a midnight matinee. I say what a night– What a comet's shone today!"
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
I lay in the grass outside of the party and stare at the sky. All my friends are walking about drunk and what not. I notice something in the sky. Swirls of white are floating on by. I see the final star leave to elsewhere. The star seems to flash and shoot off. The celestial swirls then seem to spin counter clockwise creating beautiful fractal patterns of colors. They spun faster and faster in the black starless sky. I then see a star pop up and then another. It did not take long before I could see constellations again. Our night sky was an ocean of stars yet again. The swirls of white left toward the moon. I now call them Star callers.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Socal Suicide
Walking to lunch alone
Talking alone
Picking up the bottle
Picking up the pill
If you don't
It's social suicide
Smiling along
Laughing alone
Makeup your face
Selfie suicide
Is socal Suicide
Fake followers
Unknown callers
No meals
Don't be different
Dont commit
SOCAL SUICIDE!!!
Jul 1, 2021
Jul 1, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC
So what face shall I construct to wear when the sun comes up?
Who shall I be on the morrow, what role is it they want me to play?
I guess it depends on the company I expect to find myself in.
It's a Tuesday and I have work so I can get away with being hungover but not drunk, slightly grungy but not full punk, though as the evening progresses and shifts change I can afford to let my hair down, so long as I don't lose it and curse at the callers or slur too hard.
I'll wind up at the local bar after and not really be concerned about my state of being since it's men's night and there's nobody there looking for a cat like me, not at that hour on a sandy road in *** **** Florida.
That's one of the things I still haven't been able to really understand about this place...basically there are young through highschool kids, then community college not yet oldenough to go out drinking, and then nothing in between till thirty year old professionals who are more cynical than the old retired people from up North who came here to die. Where do I fit in all this?
None of the above. The last woman who had feelings for me was a 27 year old single mom who bore my 29 year old co worker's child. The last girl I almost slept with was a 19 year old ****** I met at a 7-11. My best friend is my 20 year old cousin. I got to work and bars during the week and feel like a child, provide alcohol to my cousin and his friends on the weekend and feel like this rickety old man telling stories about how ****** up I used to get while falling asleep after one hit.
Make any sense? I hope not.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
How could I?
When you yell
And change your mind
to suit the current level;
energy you can spare
How could I?
When I confide
And you admit you lied
to suit yourself
How could I appreciate
a liar, a tired resigner
A ******* self focused.
The roof given was warm
until you put a worm beneath it with me.
The lack of attention you gave was forgiven
until you disregarded me and lost my respect.
I fought for you
Told off the ***** callers
I fought off the pity and
Accepted the praise
Because I trusted YOU
You are righteous,
You are hard working,
You are tired,
You are dissatisfied,
You are self-centered,
You are impulsive,
You are resentful,
You don't ever mean "sorry".
Once artistic,
Once thoughtful
Once sweet,
Once kind,
Once did what you taught.
You were my savior
You were my best friend
You were my hero
H.L.C
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC