Best Televisions Poems

2017 - year zero

They loaned to the poor, who cannot repay.
They stole from the old, who cannot recover.
They sold our future, for better or worse
and made our children pay.
They schooled arithmetic to be feared.
They tutored trust in suited men.
They taught the poor were lazy
and spawned...

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items in my container of memories
playbill for "Les Miserables" that Dad enjoyed
reminder of ignoble government
Jean Val Jean’s quest for justice
fugitive from the merciless Javert

outdated cell phone that’s priceless
forever I’ll carry it; this cannot be lost
inbox carries my father’s last message to me
“Happy New Year, Baby,”...

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POWER OUTAGE

I should say outrage!
My favorite T.V. show
Blacked-out just like (snap!) that
Wind was like a hurricane
Scared hell out of the cat

Whole trees blown over
My house dark as Asa’s tomb
I’m feeling my way
Stumbling on familiar things
Cursing the maddening gloom

Think of olden days
Young Abe reading by hearth...

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The Long Count Calendar, Cycle One Ends

December twenty-first, two thousand and twelve –
The Mayan long count calendar sets sights on that year.
Are there ecological and cosmic questions to delve?
Is it time for modern man to panic and fear?

The reckoning at hand, according to Mayans,
Began with...

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Under quarantine, I am asked, along with many other people,
to stay inside my house -
except if I should go out for necessity’s sake.
I have no quarrel with this.
In fact, I count myself fortunate that I am not required
to drive a semi like my husband, who...

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Where will the circus fall, 
leaving giraffes homeless,
as pitched tents get pitched
and sideshow freaks 
become the norm,
guessing someone’s weight
who doesn’t care

When the sun sets
tablecloth desires
on a silverware runway
with dishes made of gold
and wine glasses half full
are spilled in sad regrets 

Will I walk alone 
on...

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Following the tumor blooms
that muted my throat and gut,
I duct taped my mind
to the wordless, I put my head down 
charging at daggers, and
thanks to pain bullets and cancer bombs
my thoughts are catching a little headwind.

I'm looking at a sea otter floating on its back
agilely...

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- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons, 
Although I did have cash to spend, 
I felt my life in ruins.
I dusted cars in my dad's store, 
And...

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We are in a recession
Are we a bankrupt nation?
If that is true than why are athletes still getting paid millions!
There is so much blood spilled
Our young are been killed
Now days who can we trust
Even our televisions had to be adjusted 
So much unnecessary drama
Too many...

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this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone  

prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win
and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin

aware thy missive from an...

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I had a dream I walked the earth                  
above my head the sky was black             ...

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On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold,
While leaning on the stop sign I could see into rooms through lighted windows,
All...

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I m reminded of a simpler time
When televisions were black and white
and Messages were written down 
IM was used as a pronoun

When a website was where a spider lived
And a byte was what a dog would give
The net was something to play volleyball
And a cell...

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We are the generation,
born between 1946-1964,
grew up watching shows
like Howdy Doody and
Captain Kangaroo,
Leave it to Beaver,
Hazel, Father Knows Best
and Gidget,
too many to mention but
I'm sure there  all there
on the internet,
grew up listening to rock n roll,
doing the mashed potato
and the Chubby Checker twist,
a lot...

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. . .  What I know about sports is nothing
but my Dad was quite a fanatic really,
he had his sports man cave all setup,
with not one,  but about three televisions going
            ...

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