Best Remote Controlled Poems

I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I...

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Favorite Toys

Matchbox cars and helicopter pads,
Airplane runways and little people lads.
Thomas the train and Dora dolls,
Remote controlled trucks and bouncing balls.
Flash cards and coloring books,
Magic sticks and fishing poles with hooks.
Rocking horse and a three wheel bike,
Racing cars and little tikes.
Don’t break the ice game...

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A terrifying creature,
This Valley Pond duck,
Attacking innocent Chinese cooks,
Who should have had better luck...

I dedicated my life
To killing this damn duck
That had pooped on my head...
Oh, my God, what yuck!!!

I was forced to wear a hat
Every time I went out,
Knowing this vicious duck,
Was looking for...

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I believe my words meets you in good  state of mind
 and health
Do you believe africa can become a better continent?
 If so,how?
Young pepole must change their attitude__any part
 of their mindset holding them back!
If so,they should set goals to improve their behaviour
 and...

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Remember when we were just kids,
When we shared a bath and a bedroom,
When we used to play outside,
On tinsel-decked scooters we’d zoom.
The back garden with the sandpit and swing,
The slide that gave us electric shocks,
The plastic kitchen and toy washing machine,
The photo of you sat...

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Christmas day. Receiving a Darth Vader remote controlled toy.
I had it for only 24 hours. Last time I saw it.
Where did you go, Darth? Back to chasing Luke Skywalker?
Oh well, got a good 15 minutes of playtime with you.
I've been called Yoda....

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A decade from now, Santa will be a robot
Instead of bringing toys, he would be online
Checking gift-lists kids could only retrieve;
Through a swooshing  remote-controlled jet plane.
And mind you, forget the Christmas tree
Because a clone of R2D2 will act as a tall pine,
With mechanical decor...

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Guy in Guantanamo 

Catherine’s wheel spins round the revolution ever since that day her lover died 
when both lost the plot and their passion and she cried her grief into Bedlam
	
Guy jumped to his death to avoid torture hanging in quarters and disembowelment 
gonads stuffed...

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The fragrance of possums is a kit of great virtue bathed and lit by an orange green hue. Display not weapons in weather fuelled skies. Thin thunder is unwelcome in a booming bass rhythm and rhyming slang is only to be used by mice and...

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Ever since the creation of the universe
Time is monitoring every second of life

Time is flying high
To reach the sky

A flying horse
Speeding with full force

Today our friend, tomorrow our enemy
Every heartbeat is remote controlled by time

Good times, bad times
We are slaves of time

Wasted time never returns
Time...

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How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
     After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
     Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim
     Told Rod he'd not have true love twice


    ...

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Today I sat in Town Hall Square,
watched the doves parading there
with their comic gait.
Daintily propelled themselves
o’er metaphorical eggshells,
like Royalty in state!
Boldly nosing ‘tween the feet
of the lunchers on the seat
for something good to peck.
Here and there they stopped to scratch
at some irritating patch
on irridescent neck.
Awareness...

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My inner child

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I did back in the 
days when I was young

When I would drop water 
balloons 
off of very tall buildings

With some...

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In true-spirited
Resistance 
the heart remains sweet
soft and pliable,
a fruit of all seasons.

But the mind turns inward
and ties itself into a knot
sits in motionless silence
like a bolted statue.

No marching down
streets like remote controlled
mannequins, 
chanting soulful mantras
with rugged voices.
-That births no change.

We envision a brutalized mule
refusing to...

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Preparing The Lips for repeated groans
And The Heart for as many moans,
Left long in it one’s contacting phone:
“To whom it concerns I’m pitiably alone!”

Suffering never was a stepping stone
To our Remote-Controlled Throne,
For all its merits steadily overblown 
And at Non-sufferers readily thrown …

Some bit Suffering...

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