Best Channel Poems
routines
always
stagnate
suffocate
as they
envelop
dreams
in
silent
confections:
beauty
&dignity
disappear
in
abstract
uniformity
consumed
by
chance,
dwindle,
diminish
die
without
purpose
Categories:
channel, life,
Form:
Verse
I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings
And Beanie rides a sea serpent
And wonders where the yellow went;
I go to pay the next day’s rent,
Where have they taken my new tent?
The bandstand kids look like Dick Clark,
Turn on the lights, I’m in the dark,
I’m standing in Grand Central Park,
A worm has caught a purple lark
And Kookie has run out of combs
So rents out rooms in old maid’s homes,
He has B.O. where ere he roams
So buys some spray and sells his tomes,
To your friend Ralph, yes you know who,
The one who should be in a zoo;
He sells used cars upon the tube
To each and every simple boob
And if he gives you stomach ache
Then Alkaseltzer’s what you take
And Bufferin too if you’re a rake,
Thus hath the Johnny Carson spake
Do I need a cigarette?
A camel says before me yet
‘yes, Luckys is the brand to get,
Be a he man, don’t you fret’
‘there must be worser ways to die
So buy brand X, give it a try’;
Just then another bird walks up
And asks me what I feed my pup
Then puts a nickel in my cup
And tells me I am full of crup
Of where I am, I’m unaware;
Why are the people all so square?
Who is standing over there?
He says he’s here to take my fare
But I’m not going anywhere,
Besides I feel my pockets bare
‘Well then I guess you must have paid’
At this I start to get afraid,
I think my mind will start to fade,
Then Hogen’s Heros make a raid,
Upon my sensibilities
And now it’s clear why each eye sees
So many people climbing trees;
It aint because of hungry fleas
As Tarzan swings upon a rope
I find I start to give up hope;
Jack Webb has started smoking dope
So now the crooks no longer mope
And Perry Mason kicks a judge
But finds the law will never budge
Unless big business gives a nudge
To Popeye selling ice cream fudge
At this I really have to rush
To our old john so I can flush
So far away this vacant mush
Before my teeth I start to brush
Then Josephine comes to my view
And says ‘I want to talk to you
Have you scrubbed your sink anew?
Your mop I think needs some shampoo’
I said ‘I think you are the plumber
And no one else was ever dumber
You’ve put me on another bummer’
My feelings start to get much number
continued in part 2>
Categories:
channel, humor, humorous, me, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Continued from Part 2
Some kid is spraying Clearasil,
He wants to make his pimples nil;
He paints his breath with chlorophyll;
I’m in the dream of someone ill
I’m fleeing but I feel a goose,
Behind me grins a guy named Bruce,
His velvet miniskirt is puce
Why can’t I even call a truce?
There’s Billy Graham on a binge
His holy words do make me cringe;
If nonsense were a door with fringe
Then Billy Graham would be the hinge
I hear some Wallace words unkind
How has our race so soon declined?
His thoughts should be in sheit enshrined;
Thank god my eyes are color blind
The Beverly Hillbillys pace the street
The crowds are lying at their feet
While Petticoat Junction joins the fleet
And Green Acres makes it complete
I guess I know that something’s wrong
I haven’t yet met old King Kong,
They say ‘he went back to Hong Kong
For that is where he do belong’
Now I’m pausing in the gloom
And watch the reruns they exhume
They still do stink, I smell the fume;
To run away I must resume
Here comes Mitch, he’s singing songs
While Lawrence Welk, he beats the gongs;
I need to buy some racing thongs,
Instead they sell me three Ding Dongs
Behind me now there grows a tree
While Howdy Doody bends his knee;
I haven’t lost my sanity,
I’m merely tuned to Channel Three
End
Categories:
channel, me, parody, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Continued from Part 1
Matt Dillon chases Jack LaLane
Around a roller derby lane
I think I need some more cocaine,
So please don’t ever come back Shane
I try to walk another street
When me and Walter Cronkite meet;
He says he thinks the news is neat
And starts to talk about the sleet
I run away as fast I can
When Brinkley and the other man
Say ‘good night Peter, good night Pan’
While Tinker Bell is on the can
A dog starts crapping up the yard,
He must have eaten too much Pard
But watch out, here comes Pat Boone, bard,
He’s taking steps without regard
I find a jackass facing me
And ride as far as far can be
And find myself beneath the sea,
But now Lloyd Bridges faces me
I think he must be on a hunt
To find a mind that he can stunt;
He says ‘they’re sitting all up front
And you can hear them as they grunt’
Old Ironsides rolls into view
And says he’s looking for a clue;
I close my eyes and say ‘me too’
’cause something seems so much askew
I better buy some brand new specs
’cause Mickey Mouse is rated X
And everybody’s doing sex;
Ben Casey gives the VD checks
Hey, Milton Berle is throwing rocks
And Elvis Presley’s chased by flocks
Of girls in teeny bopper socks;
Please help, I’m sick, I need two docs
A weirdo asks me ‘what’s my line
If Ricky Nelson drinks my wine
And Lucy is my concubine;
Paola’s great if I get mine’
I’m looking for a place to hide
I stick my thumb out for a ride
When Jackie Gleason pulls up beside
‘If two squared’s four, can you divide?’
‘Of course I can, I’ve been to school
And I am not nobody’s fool’
I feel I am a molecule
Just floating through a vestibule
So Jackie says ‘you are a kid
But older than a pyramid,
Too bad you’re not a phallic squid;
I say, ah, can you spare a lid?’
Some girls are wearing panty hose
They shave their hair which overgrows
And spray away their bod’s B.O.s;
I want to fade inside my clothes
Continued in Part 3
Categories:
channel, parody, night, me, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Suez Canal-
The bypass performed,
On the chests of the Egyptians,
Bleeding for miles carrying to sea,
Blue sea,before blood mix,
Red Sea after both had sex!
Categories:
channel, creation, earth, sea,
Form:
Light Verse
Producing Music videos that touch our hearts.
Maria Williams and her husband Ron receive high marks.
They put Poetry into Visual Musical Sounds and
leave the viewers Amazed and Spellbound.
So talented are they both to create and share.
Just ask the Poet's of their work, together as a pair.
Go to YouTube type in Poetic Rythms and see.
All Maria Williams supporters, watch, and comment Please.
Maria and her husband Ron have done
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Categories:
channel, appreciation, creation, music, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
If I am ambitious, on one future day,
I will make the swim from Dover to Calais.
If I am ever granted carte blanche,
I will cross the body of water French call “La Manche”.
Many athletic swimmers have done it before.
If I do it, I will be just one more.
To fight the swift current between England to France,
will take the most audacious and determined chance.
However, there is one thing I need to remember.
The attempt should not be made in January or December.
Although I may be considered bold,
the water during those months will be too cold.
Categories:
channel, adventure, sports, water, water,
Form:
Rhyme
Reality show day dreams cut into the center mass
of your active scenarios; jerking bent mouthed surprise
from the spout of insignificance.
There is no beauty, no justifiable pursuit.
Just weak thoughts portrayed by blind portraits,
they all mumble the same verbage,
scrawled by the tattered mass.
Broken Tv stands,
tilt in the heart of mediocrity,
held by the shaky hands of
red eyed futility refusing to
b l i n k.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Categories:
channel, america, corruption, metaphor, spoken
Form:
Free verse
Addressing a student looking in the air
The teacher asked, "The English Channel is where?"
He said, "Well let's see..."
"I do watch TV,"
"But I haven't heard of that channel on there!"
Categories:
channel, boy, confusion, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The Decline of Tao
On the decline of Earth's balancing Way,
The doctrines of "human ego-nature" and "eco-Yintegral harmonics" arose
When deduced knowledge and anthroprivileged cleverness appeared,
Great hypocrisy and foolishness followed in Earth's Trimming and Tipping wake.
When the six internal-linear sequential dynamic frequencies of primal spacetime
no longer lived with optimal confluence, harmony, and interactive peace,
There evolved positive-deviant praise of "kind parents" and "cooperative kids."
When normative self-governance culture fell into chaos missing healthcare leadership,
There was praise of "ecotherapeutically comprehensive ministers and systemic trauma informed administrators"
as mutually redemptive win/win community mediators.
Categories:
channel, death, nature, science,
Form:
Free verse
For the whole time, it is the concubine
can stay till night from hours so early
none can distract, not even life combine
anytime to watch makes green the valley
joy from shows and talks nothing can suppress
one miss injures with a terrible scar
entertainment so great and nothing less
no matter its length, one will go as far
next is the stop but keeps the run further
music or movie, more views they induce
change channel or get a life, it’s neither
sticks to the flat screen no matter the dues
a day long fun makes worse this weird state
one who respects time will be a wise mate.
Categories:
channel, abuse, addiction, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Tender beauty, so meek as mild her frequency transmitting..
A highwires transcending this nether world their gates; these doors
Beyound the taunting dreams haunting purity's child and she baroque
In embellished opulent melodies her, nativity ? Sensuous, divine proverbs
Tales from time's crypt; charmed his cobra strikes, bedazzled nay an assuage
Haloes of ivory silk somatic, memoirs a spectre's eclipse; centre's hypnotic scent....
Adhesion's picturesque; framed, her love's window ? Soft as brisk la feminine, she wakes.
Categories:
channel, baby,
Form:
I'm sick at home
With very little to do
So I put on the T.V.
To see what's new.
Judge Mathis is on
Followed by Judge Joe,
Then the lovely Judge Marilyn,
She's my favourite, you know.
Other people's troubles
Are so often funny.
The silly things they sue for
To get a little money.
Afternoon television
Is really a joke.
It's judge shows or soaps
Or those Jerry Springer folk.
So after Mathis and Joe
And Marilyn. who's great,
There's the hunky Judge Alex
And then it's a date
With the Queen of them all,
That would be Judge Judy.
She'll rip them to shrieds
If they act at all moody.
After a week of being sick
There's one thing I know,
If I need to sue someone
It won't be on a show.
Categories:
channel, funny
Form:
Rhyme
And I cried, there was nothing else I could do.
Laughter echoed down these halls, now silent
Wait…you say…Wait for what? Wait for Who?
NO…Now... now is all there is, Now… fading.
You know the difference… But does it matter?
You’ll understand it altered. If you stand over there.
The meaning changes, a matter of perspective
Its a raging kaleidoscope of confusion
This just in to CNN World News Headquarters
Three Plaid Players shot four Paisley Patrolman.
A Pity Party spokesman proclaimed the possibilities.
So down the rabbit hole we go with Larry
Curly Schemp and Mo
Categories:
channel, anxiety, change, crazy, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
A Famous TV Station
She has the bland face of a Fox newscaster, not a hair
out of place; yes, and shapely legs too. Faithfully she
repeats the station’s political opinion, not a word out of
place. The male commentators are even worse as they
try to look intellectual, lies through their teeth but they
are well paid and careful of having an original thought
under their coiffeur heads. Like actors, in a Technicolor,
Cary Grant movie of middle class USA, a mono culture
that never existed. Voracious meat eaters with gigantic
white teeth which sparkle under studio light as fake pearls.
Yet for millions of viewers this is where they seek the news
and think they are served the truth. Is this what is called
the great American dream?
Categories:
channel, satire,
Form:
Blank verse