Best Tv Channel Poems
Young love had finally made its way back into the 1980s and all of those teenage lovebirds
back in the 80s were so "totally gnarly." The 80s was when MTV made its TV channel debut,
the first cell phone was invented, and when a lot of people were born in that decade, that
had included Julia Stiles (born in 1981), Michael Cera (born in 1988), and even me (also
born in 1988). Also, the 80s were the times when hip-hop music and the break-dancing scene
were born, especially when the TV show, “Yo! MTV Raps” was on TV. It seems that young love
among the then-teen lovebirds ( teen boys and teen girls) had been in their lives since
the day they met at summer camp, middle school or high school. And when a teen boy and a
teen girl fell in love with each other the day they met, they knew it was love at first
sight. There were a lot of awesome things those teenage lovebirds have done back in the
1980s: they went to the movies, had gone out to eat, they had gone to the school dances
(including prom back in 1984), and stuff. Their outfits back in the 80s were “totally
tubular,” especially when all teen boys and teen girls were wearing their Converse shoes
and their Nike Air Sneakers. The 1980s were the best of times for all of the then-teenage
lovebirds and their parents. These people were young and in love, especially when they
were the ages between 13 and 17. And what their favorite love songs of the 1980s were
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, “Material Girl” by Madonna, “Never Gonna Give You Up”
by Rick Astley, and other love songs that were heard back in the 1980s, especially the
year 1987. This type of young love has brought the best in all of the young couples. In
reference to young love among all of the then-teen couples, it’s like living in this “when
doves cry” moment. All young relationships are just like the ones these people have seen
in all movies from the 1980s, like “Dirty Dancing,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and “The Breakfast Club.” And if young love were to revisit the 1980s and bring it back
to the future, young love will be indestructible forever.
When it comes to all teenagers (teen boys and teen girls) falling in love with each other
back in the 1960s, it was a beautiful thing. The 1960s were also the decade when the
British Invasion began, especially when the Beatles had made their way to the American
music scene and the Rolling Stones had made their way to the rock and roll music scene in
Hollywood, California. But before the Civil Rights Act and other laws were in effect, all
public places, including the diners, were segregated before being integrated. It seems
that both of the then-young lovebirds really had a great time, especially when they went
to see a movie and stuff. It was the year 1960 until the year 1969, way before the 1980s
were born, even me. Back in the 1960s, before MTV made its TV channel debut, these two
teen lovebirds had gone out to eat at a diner, they went to a drive-in movie, a school
functioning (including the high school dance), anything these two have done on a Saturday
night. Their favorite love songs of all time when a man and a woman were teenage lovers
were "My Girl" by the Temptations, "Do Wah Diddy" by Manfred Mann, "My Boyfriend's Back"
by the Angels, and "Happy Together" by the Turtles. Even when the "World Peace" slogan
began and Woodstock 1969 became the grooviest music festival among all teen couples, it
was a great time for them. And as for the Flower Children, who were teenagers at the time,
it was also love at first sight for them. But now that the 1960s are gone, it'll be a
groovy decade for all of the then-teenage couples will always remember.
It's not about us they think,
as they change the tv channel.
It's not about us they think,
As they turn the
pages of the news paper
It's not about us they think,
as they scroll through their
timeline.
It's not about us.
It's not about us.
It's not about us they think,
As they continue enjoying
their Privileg.
The Privileg of Peace and comfort.
It's not about us.
It's not about us.
Until the tables turn.
Until your family and friends
are been dragged out of
their houses.
Until you are been sold.
Until you are on the
Receiving End.
It's not about us.
It's not about us
Said the bystander
As they kept on walking
Ignoring the screams and Pain
of the victims
They head.
It's not about us they think
until karma catch up to them.
My English is not the best so bound to be mistakes also it deliberately has some in to read as it would be said,comment on these if you like or find other ways to waste your time. Never done this before so here goes.
24/7
It's twenty four seven all of the time,
Facebook, Twitter our lives played out on line,
I've done this,I've done that ,
no excuse for a random street chat,
The photo's never properly shared,
a lifetime gone and no one really cared.
It's twenty four seven all of the time,
sign a on line petition but don't give a dime,
text yu dumped or swipe for a date,
get to the pub and your struggling what to say to ya mate.
It's twenty four seven all of the time,
there is no break come night or sunshine,
look at me in another selfie,
fifty pills down her throat,
if not a comment she's looking nice n healthy.
It's twenty four seven all of the time,
the hundredth tv channel speak's of just another crime,
in the sweat factory there are no clock's ,
one click of the western finger,
and on the door appears yu box.
It's twenty four seven all of the time,
you've got yours so I want mine,
we just consume and throw away,
maybe the child in India will get to eat rice today.
It's all our planet there is no equal,
no second chance and no sequel.
In times of desperate need,
we forget ourselves and of our greed,
the human good does come to light,
to help others dispel there fright,
when I see this the Earth has a heaven,
if only it was like this twenty four seven.
I know I might sound crazy
And perhaps I am insane,
But my trip to the farm
Exploded on my brain.
I know that I know, that I know
I heard that cow go moo,
But the expert on the news
Just tore my heart in two.
I was sure the expert was wrong,
When he said that indeed
He heard the cow say “Buzzzt”.
I turned the TV channel
To watch the picture show,
Then the actor came on
And confirmed the news expert
Was right that the cow went “buzzzt.”
Soon the buzzing was everywhere
And it just gnawed at my brain,
I knew that the cow said moo,
But it was driving me insane.
Images on the computer,
Sound shorts on the YouTube,
Even on the shirts of my friends
And the clerks at the grocery store,
The cow says “Buzzzt.”
If only they would go to the farm,
and hear for themselves,
Is all it would take to see-
But they don't want to go,
Because I am crazy.
I might not be the expert,
But I know I am not insane,
I heard that cow go moo,
And I am not playing game.
Cookery Programs
Chunky fists hit the kitchen sink...hard
on every TV channel.
So manly they are we are not queers
but 100% men,
no flowery aprons for us.
Cooking was what women did before,
but no more,
now you get the Sunday roast with added
aggression and swearing.
The kitchen has been turned into
a battle field of egocentric men who´s
ambition is to be the best in
the rarefied world of cookery
It is not about you the diner.
When the kitchen soldiers put food
on your plate,
they try to make it into a work of art
when all you wanted was a steak and fried onions
at a friendly price.
Scots teenager
Air gun
Rabbits and Ducks
Gunned down for the fun
Then there came a day
When this boy and gun
No longer desired
This type of fun
A programme he watched
On a TV channel
A guy called Attenborough
Truth, no flannel
His care for the animals
Left me ashamed
Of all the Ducks and Rabbits
I injured and maimed
He opened my eyes
In such a way
I can't kill a fly
Not even with spray
And over the years
And the places he's been
What he has brought me
To my Television screen
Madagascar Lemurs
Yaks from Nepal
Amazing Amazonia
Glorious them all
My respect for him
Prompted me
Two lines in my poem
" My Dinner Table " for thee
There are not many people
I crave to meet
But this Gentleman Attenborough
I'll shake his hand as we greet
" Honoured to be in Christopher Higgins contest "
The Storm
A big storm is hitting the eastern seaboard of North America,
it has just hit Cuba and other little island; fifty people killed,
but we didn´t get an intensive coverage as we get now.
By all means it is an immense storm and no doubt America feels
it doesn´t deserve this and there is no one to drones to attack
for this onslaught on Americas’ soil. Yes, we can build walls we
can built fortresses in the hope of being safe from the world,
but in the eye of a storm by nature or a storm caused by lack of
justice and freedom, the storm will be equally furious those
storms will, if we are lucky, clean our corrupt social system,
we call democracy- a practice that gives the right of the rich to
exploit the poor and obscenely try to make the neediest enjoy
slavery of being consumers, where going to the mall is highlight
of the week… Meanwhile the storm blows and if two tramps would
be killed or two seamen drown, every TV channel in the world will
record their demise and there will be a charity in their name;
“we shall not forget their suffering.” But as water retreats and
hamburger joints opens- The past, in our world, has no memory,
it is about mustard or ketchup; and it is quite easy really,
the red little bag is tomato ketchup and the yellow bag is mustard.
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
Sins overgrew like wild moss the citylines
many had looted gravely many others of toe to hairs
yet others had ditched several in rat holes of despair
raped with fierceness so brute that victim felt killed for years
purloined so skillfully, that heist remained unknown to official years
killed and tilled the intestines of many
they were lying in river bed fanny
earning dough was a zero sum game
they erased yours and put their name
living on the margin like a zombie dead
did you have the courage left that you always had.
Cycle had moved a round and done turnabout
earth shook and took all it could get
nature was shaking the societal glass
where scum had gathered thick at bottom
as it threatened to have the pure also pretty rotten
quaking in anger and seeth the plates moved and moved
the evil empires were down and razed, seeking insurance claims
they had to build again the regimes ,ugly and bad
good guys got a deal out of destruction and death
as they went about collecting the carcasses of all
You heard them mumble in bated breath toll:
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
TV channel shutter bags clicked mad......the quake tragedy ..nobody bothered to check the
social and criminal background of those dead....vis a vis their real activities-which were
largely unknown ,anyways!
The Relentless
I know, do not remind me, but today I saw my father
On TV, he is 110 and can dance salsa, so if I´m like him
I have years of gymnastic prowess
I rang the TV channel asked for my dad´s address, they
didn’t tell me against policy....ok.
I´m tenacious like the Wiesenthal centre pursuing war
criminals to their grave and spitting on it, because their
ideology to the pursue of old crimes have no limitation
nor forgiveness, but my father wasn´t there, his voice
was ensnaring women
A, this centre of vengeance has a duty to follow the old
Nazis to the point of ridiculousness, the lowliest guard
at a concentration camp will do an old face in the papers.
Alas the money well is drying out even evil Nazis have to
die and get a Christian burial.
And one wonders if a new law is being made that gives
the right of the survivors to follow and righteously
demand that the grandchildren of the wronged should
benefit too we remember the pain because a corny eye
demands ritual repentance.
All my life, up until now, The TV channel playing in my head late at night even after I have gotten out of bed, has only been a test pattern. Then a voice called out my name didn't know from where it came. But now it was like watching a channel never seen before, just follow the narrator's whisper, and things started to turn out all right I could really be like sir Lancelot the real White knight weak In body but strong in spirit. Drawing the innocent near my shield reflecting brilliant light, yet blinding those who abused there might. I finally realized the whisper came One not in my sight, but there all along with all of his might, just waiting for me to trust and believe, then I would be capable of such great deeds. Wearing the polished armor of God and mounted on the sturdy Steed directed by the Spirit what direction to gallop, when leaving the safety of the castle to ride thruout the lands, to duel the black knights and rescue fair maidens from their plight, locked deep in castle walls dark as night.
This new virus is a party,
A party island wide.
From town to town, quarantine.
Come in,
You won't miss the luxury you had abroad,
It's complete with food to make your mouth water.
This new virus is a party,
It's complete with free wi-fi.
Forget your burning fever,
You're being well cared for,
Complete with your favourite TV channel.
Come in,
If you do, you'll feel richer than a king,
It's complete with staff waiting on your every need.
This new virus is a party,
It's complete with free wifi.
I don't know why you ever leave,
But I guess you felt sorry for us,
So did you come to bring us this party?
Come in,
You can dance all night in a cocoon of a room,
Free of others weird glances and jesting laughs,
This new virus is a party,
A party island wide.
From town to town, quarantine.
* I simply wish those idiots who run away from quarantine to find their brains and get themselves cured at least, if they don't think of others. I'm sorry to give such a picture about Srilankans, but this is purely what I feel.
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.
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?
The less important
Every TV channel
carries
the same news, it is as posted from a news
central Trump is good, is Putin bad
and no one asks about its verity
by some nice people who look sincere.
I'm overcome by angst
it starts from the inside going out
my skin is grey and pale and sweat drips on
my T. shirt.
I should know but I can`t find the source of
its conception, but I try something about
eyes and in them, I read, surprised by the oncoming
I saw him fall
heard the crack of a broken neck
Walking away, nothing I could do but
stepping over an inert body and into boisterous life