The Phone Call


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    • jickyjack
    • I have recently had my book "Brain Etchings" poetry from a cynical old geezer published. It is available on or you can contact me here.

    The Phone Call

    You fidget and squirm
    your hands even shake
    use all of that effort
    the call you must make
    You dial it once
    with receiver held down
    you try it again,
    but you feel like a clown
    You practice your lines
    you wonder aloud
    Should we try it alone
    or go out in a crowd?
    Next thing you know
    with a deep breath you call
    She's on the line
    your back's to the wall
    your nerves are straining
    your vocal chords dried
    you fumble around,
    but conversation's died
    You get up the courage
    you ask of her plans
    She tells you she's busy
    love's back in your hands

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    Charlie23 commented on The Phone Call


    Your hilarious! I love this poem! I like your style!



    Thanks this was written when I was really young not the middle age guy I am now.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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