Best Sitcoms Poems
My grandmother used to bake pies
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy.
She would spend all day mixing
and kneading,
singing her old lady songs to herself.
I would get to lick the bowl.
This was my prize.
Back when the world was psychedelic
and hippies wandered the streets.
My sister and I would play outside
almost every sunny day.
Magic kingdoms made of mud and bricks.
Toy soldier citizens of mock empires.
Barbie doll victims of terrible wars.
Bubblegum music from the top forty
traced the pattern of our lives.
Our country had a new flag and boys
in school still had short hair.
Little girls wore skirts and dresses and
pony tails were still the normal fashion.
Black and white television set turned to
the latest American sitcoms. We would
laugh at Granny and marvel at Endora.
Mr. Sullivan would present the latest rage,
the latest quartet or singer from England.
Back when the world was psychedelic
and hippies wandered the streets.
We wore peace buttons on our coats,
and drew "smiley's" on our books.
We talked about what we were going
to do to make a difference in the world.
We admired the Fab Four and worshipped
at the altar of glorious possibilities.
We knew it was going to be beautiful,
because that is what we were being told.
Every morning at school we would sing
"God Save the Queen" and "O Canada",
say The Lord's Prayer and
hear the announcements.
Teachers talked about the future
as if it was a land of possibilities.
We did not know the black and white visions
would be transformed into colour horrors.
We had no idea that the dreams of peace and love
were going to be forgotten. Who could predict
the grey soul of adulthood? Where have
all the beautiful people gone?
My grandmother used to bake pies
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy.
Back when the world was psychedelic
and hippies wandered the streets.
Categories:
sitcoms, art, emotions, how i
Form:
Free verse
These days I feel as if I'm being consumed
by worry and uncertainty.
Unsure of exactly what to do or whom to see
regarding issues of my health
has robbed me of the calm that once cradled me
in the nights of my soundest sleep.
Once I was the epitome of calmness and stability.
Though a bit anxious, I chalked this up to a little nervous "energy."
My feelings rang with gratitude and gladness
although the voice of all my emotions was almost always small.
Laughing loudly, on the other hand, was the sound of my greatest pleasure!
Even today, my emotions are not often loud.
Despite current feelings of betrayal and disappointment,
and also of great anger,
I rarely bellow.
Feeling often overwhelmed, I muddle through.
I've plenty of nervous energy still.
And almost every day I find time for comedy.
I guffaw loudly at my favorite sitcoms,
remembering that laughter, after all, is the best medicine.
Jan. 4, 2019 for Caren Krutsinger's "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest
Categories:
sitcoms, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
From a planet which must be more fun
than the one called “Third Rock from the Sun,”
came an alien that
had the face of a cat.
In his hands he was holding a stun gun!
“Constellations -for eternity-
In a spaceship I’ve traveled,” said he.
“Though I look like a dork,
I could be a cool Mork!
May I stay? Will you be my Mindy?”
“So you know 80’s sitcoms!” said I.
“You sure are an interesting guy.”
“Yes, he said, “Earth’s TV,
with my technology, I can watch anytime that I fly!”
With this cool alien I now dwell,
and we both get along very well.
He’s no need for his gun,
for with me he has fun
watching shows that we both think are swell.
And we’ve flown now to many a place
like the moon and around all of space.
This guy from afar
is my SUPER STAR.
He’s my alien with a cat’s face.
Written for the Spaceship Contest March 11, 2014
Categories:
sitcoms, funny, space, planet,
Form:
Limerick
It's five o'clock, she checks her watch, at last the work day's done
Her forehead pounds, a coke is found, she gulps two aspirin down
Walking through the parking lot, a cell phone to her ear
Three calls to make, six texts must wait, until she reaches home
A dreadful day, is worsened now, by a cocktail shade of smog
Too dazed by crazy sitcoms that seem to fill her life,
on an escalator going up or down, to nowhere in the strife
A contrail stream of traffic noise, is brandished against her ears
The snail-paced freeway travelogue, a prequel to the dialogue
that sails into her blue-tooth buds, enhances all that aches
The modem in her deep-fried brain is in a dismal state.
Just blogs of malware, here and there, is skyjacked by the haze.
She fails to see a taxicab, in the multiplex of cars
A screech of brakes, a near escape, it's not her first mistake
The rushing, crushing motorcade, can't stop to see her scars
The escapade, the glitzy parade, no shelter from the beat
The drum that pounds, the sounds that come, awake or fast asleep
The docudrama of her life has muddied up her brain
Dumbfounded, by the life she leads, is lost before it's found
Some think, perhaps the gods are crazy, (at least that's what some say)
I think, instead, it's not the gods, but folks who've lost the way
________________________________________________________
1/6/15
For Contest: "The Gods Must Be Crazy" Sponsor: John Lawless
Categories:
sitcoms, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Jerry
Comedian rarely contrary.
Among his wacky friends, the voice of reason.
Still he got tossed in jail with them in their final season
Elaine
Confident and vain, she could be a pain.
Although Jerry's ex, she remained his friend,
along with George and kooky Kramer, till the very end.
Oct. 22, 2021
Written about Seinfeld show, one of my favorite sitcoms
for Joseph May's Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Categories:
sitcoms, character,
Form:
Clerihew
This was quite a challenge!
You could call it - My potpourri!
It will give other "Soupers", a little glimpse,
of what it is that makes me - me!
I spent 21 years in the Air Force.
One year in Vietnam.
Been to several Foreign Countries,
thanks to Uncle Sam!
I love classic country music,
like Jim Reeves and Johnny Cash.
I enjoy the older sitcoms,
like "Golden Girls" and "MASH"!
What's my favorite movie?
"Driving Miss Daisy", I must say!
My favorite singer is, Dean Martin,
even though he passed away.
Meatballs and Spaggetti,
that's my favorite dish.
I kinda favor, Italian food,
but I sure do not, like fish!
Baseball hats, on backwards,
and drivers on their "cell",
Tattoos, lip and nose rings,
bug me all-to-Hell!
I love golf and watching baseball.
I'm a die-hard Yankee fan.
I love to snack on Oreo cookies,
and "Cadbury chocolate, when I can!
I have an addiction to cruising.
December is when I go.
It's on "Royal Caribbean" or "Carnival" lines,
for the last 10 years in a row!
Ralph Taylor
05/23/12
Categories:
sitcoms, history, life, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Warning!!
This is a free verse poem.
It may not meet the high standards of poetry soup.
It is also highly controversial.
The writer of this poem realizes that poetry is supposed to be light and fluffy!
Just like TV sitcoms.
But hear it is anyway, (oops hear, I mean here, is spelled wrong, automatically
disqualifying this poem as reflecting any beauty or talent at all.)
Hope it does not wound anyone too badly.
I Wonder what the headlines would be like if Fox News existed in the early 1800's?
Perhaps something like, "Despite minor slave trade infractions this month, such as 10,000
pieces of human chattel suffocating on their own defecation, 5000 female slaves being
raped by their masters, and 9,000 male slaves beat to death for smiling at their master's
wives, ABOLITIONISTS CONTINUE TO PURSUE THEIR OPPRESSIVE, SOCIALIST AGENDA!!!!"
Wow, how badly I long for the good old days of "American Morality!"
When the American Spirit was "Strong and Virile!!!"
Before all these bleeding heart abolitionists freed the slaves and destroyed the Southern
Economy!!!!!
Ah, just brings a tear to a brotha's eye.
Thank God for Fox News!!!!
Who else do we have to keep us honest?!!!!
Categories:
sitcoms, angstpoetry,
Form:
Free verse
Frantic fans worry about who's going to win the superbowl.
Pundits speculate about politicians prevailing at the poll.
Some folks are overwrought about their hair turning gray.
By the way, did you hear that another soldier died today?
The nation becomes agog over some inane reality show.
City operations cease after a couple of inches of snow.
Impatient drivers become upset, wanting others out of the way.
By the way, does anyone care that another soldier died today?
The media and sitcoms fret about ratings on televisions.
Concerns are vented when cars are scratched in minor collisions.
Dads are upset when Sonny isn't included in the football play.
By the way, do you grieve that another soldier died today?
Folks become discomfited when nudging fifty years of age,
And feel dejected not owning the latest electronics rage.
Lots of folks are easily offended by what others day.
By the way, were you aware that another soldier died today?
There are many trivial matters by which we are obsessed.
Best to be concerned about those with whom we are truly blessed -
The gallant men and women who protect the great American way!
By the way, are you concerned that soldiers are dying every day?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
sitcoms, sympathysoldier,
Form:
Rhyme
You know the ones,
they are usually smiling
and creating some fun,
be it the class clown
or a family member,
a joker at work who
you'll always remember,
Jerry Lewis in the
Nutty Professor,
Carol Burnett making
fun of commercials,
funny old sitcoms like
"I Love Lucy," and
"All in the Family,"
and "Everyone Loves
Raymond," and
newer ones like
"The Middle,"
these are the people
and shows I like and appreciate,
because without them
and having no sense of humor
life would be dull at any rate,
so if you find a whoopee
cushion on your seat one day
thank that funny person
for giving you a "lift"
and a chuckle that day!
P.S. Forgot to mention the people who write funny poems too, you know who you are!:)
Categories:
sitcoms, appreciation, humor, people,
Form:
Light Verse
i've grown weary
of this story
growing
weary
of this frame
oh so weary
of this cosmos
in which I got this name
and I can't remember why I came
I'm fearful for the leaving
can't seem to quit the game
oh how I love this loathsome body
I carry with me night and day
and when I look into the mirror
I see a stranger face
sweet solace sought in speaking
my wearisome refrain
no rest foreseen in sleeping
if I must wake again
in lukewarm purgatory
on waves that toss and strain
in sitcoms just repeating
weary lines and jokes again
and again
Categories:
sitcoms, depression, philosophy, repetition, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Morning lurks
In dark alleys;
Haze presides
~~~~~~~~~
Sunbeams seep
Hazy skies ruin;
Magical sunlight
~~~~~~~~~
Hazy horizons
Smoky dust drifts;
Moody suspensions
~~~~~~~~~
Moody haze
Depressed moods;
Choking smog
~~~~~~~~~
Gratitude smiles
Lazy afternoon;
Sanguine sitcoms
~~~~~~~~~
My darling smiles
Inner sunshine;
Travel talk here
~~~~~~~~~
Random journeys
Mystery calls;
Cites fond journal
~~~~~~~~~
Micro tales
Short and sharp;
Food for thought
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of morning
Evaporated dreams;
Reality check
~~~~~~~~~
Moments of madness
Breezy easy frolic;
Joy mingles cheer
~~~~~~~~~
Old friend departs
Sad moments sum;
Fond feelings linger
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy moments
Loiter somnolent;
Wake-up call
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 October 2015
Singapore
Categories:
sitcoms, allegory,
Form:
Haiku
He seems to love the sound of his own voice,
and if he does not get his way, he balks.
A hug from him would make his gal rejoice,
yet little of affection does he give.
For love of science he will always live,
but friendships matter, so he talks and talks!
He’s fond of many things and knows each fact
about his favorite sci-fi shows, and his
use of language naturally is exact.
His gal prefers a kiss to that which he
spews from his mouth, but eccentricity
defines him. She accepts him how he is!
May 9, 2018 for the 'Rhyme Time 3' Contest of Laura Loo
Topic 6 is my title.
Dedicated to the characters Sheldon and Amy from one of my favorite sitcoms: The Big Bang Theory
Categories:
sitcoms, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Walking hand in hand
In the TV Land
midnight comedy
maybe later
we should be blessed
with a never ending advertisement
directed at
consumers like you..
An apparatus of sitcoms
til early next morning
Marathon mayhem
Advertisement addiction
Brainwashing bombardment
listen
watch
listen
watch
buy
buy
buy
consume
*power*
d r e a m . . .
freedom.
Categories:
sitcoms, angst, business
Form:
Free verse
The day my life went whacko, I woke up bumfuzzled.
To this day, I can’t tell you why I was so puzzled.
First I put instant oatmeal in my coffee maker;
I made sure I selected my favorite, Quaker!
Then I poured in some milk and a handful of raisins.
I presumed on a yummy treat I’d soon be grazin’.
What I ended up with was a clogged Mr. Coffee.
For my breakfast, I choked down a stale piece of toffee.
Then I had to do laundry. There was no detergent
and no dryer sheets. My circumstances were urgent!
So I dashed off to buy all the items I needed.
Then the time came to pay, and my plans were impeded.
for my purse was at HOME. I had no cards or money.
When I watch silly sitcoms, I find such scenes funny!
On my way to retrieve my purse, I got two tickets.
from a smirking patrolman who said, “Ma’am, please click it!
And your license?” “At home, sir.” I took my citations
and, attaching my seat belt, I hid my frustration
till I’d driven at least half a mile. Then I hollered,
quite aware I would have to pay hundreds of dollars.
So preoccupied by these events, I was crying.
Sitting there at a four-way stop, I began trying
hard to fathom that incomprehensible scene.
Was that stupid red stop sign EVER gonna turn green?
written March 13, 2020, for Nina Parmenter's contest
April 7, 2020, entered in Caren Krutsinger's contest placed 3rd
Categories:
sitcoms, angst, confusion, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
I should be writing books,
Screenplays and sitcoms
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be watching
Have I Got News For You
From 1999 on UK Gold
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I should be doing something
Better with my free time
Than slowly vegetating
But I'm not...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I shouldn't be content
With the easy answer
Instant gratification, copping out
But I am...
Sloth has dug its claws into me
I really should write
Another verse in this poem
Something witty and insightful
But I won't...
It's that infernal sloth again
Categories:
sitcoms, art, imagination, loss, on
Form:
Bio