Best Tv Set Poems
Often wondering is it a steak upon Our Plates that is important...
Perhaps a Hot-dog instead and more Money for a healing deportment.
To feed a Child that is suffering or very ill and extremely sick.
We ask often comfortably what often makes the wealthy tick?
As We read on The Internet that there are Children out there just wanting Bread.
The Children eating grass is in an Article that was just as this is read...
My Heart torn open,wrenched,concerned and burning with anguish inside.
My Own Home stemless, poor, and uncomfortably We reside...
Wishing We could just reach threw a T.V. Set to give a helping hand...
Just to pass Our Dinner to a child in a taunted hemmed Land.
My passion so large, words so strong, and My Pocket very small.
Never standing in the right position in Life to answer as Children call.
There are Children in Our World that are just eating grass.
Under seemly so by My feelings of disrepair as I pass My Own grasp...
This stench of Many Self willed that preform as Our stanza has not surpassed.
To reach for You now is more then an unbearable weep to comprehend.
A World filling up with Starvation and Our Children in it left to descend.
To reach for You now is an unbearable decision not yet made.
The Children Eating Grass just wore Me thin and They paid.
Sometime wishing I could just rob and empty an entire vault.
That Decision would cost Me greatly so I resort to prayer that will never fault.
To Be trusted with just This Message where I sit and grieve.
When Encounters of Love yet to occur and never to beckon Evil that is deceived.
By Charlene L.Wilcox 09-29-2014
Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
friend
acquaintance
neighbor
co-worker
boss
president
king
queen
TV set
I-pad
I-phone
I-pod
kangaroo
chicken
donkey
toilet paper
monopoly
dictionary
thesaurus
computer
outside
inside
dog
cat
dresser
drum set
sibling
diary
father
mother
siblings
dragon
butterfly
unicorn
dawn
sky
stars
cosmos
moon
nemesis
goldfish
talent
team
plate
fork
spoon
blanket
bed
sun
moon
stars
spiders web
wasp
bathroom
kitchen
holiday
cousins
grandma
grandpa
car
truck
broom
dustpan
plane
bedroom
child
grand child
brain
imagination
love
life
ufo
or
space aliens
There was so much potential when I was a kid
The future looked brighter than it ever did
We'd put a man on the moon and the sky was no limit
Was a brave new world if only for a minute
Was supposed to be some giant leap
For mankind and technology
And very soon we'd all take shuttles to the moon
And just like the Jetsons have a robot or two
It's a new millennium
It's way past 2001
Where's the future I was promised where's my trip to Mars
Where's world peace, where's my flyin' car
Life got harder, I got taller
Bombs got smarter, phones got smaller
Virtual reality
Just ain't real enough for me
It's a new millennium
It's way past 2001
Where's the future I was promised where's my trip to Mars
Where's world peace, where's my flying car
Now the only Star Treking's on my TV set
The only place I visit is the internet
Ones and zeroes filling up the air
We think we're really going places when we're going nowhere
It's a new millennium
It's way past 2001
Where's the future I was promised where's my trip to Mars
Where's world peace, where's my flying car
©2002.
Act III, final scene, psychodrama script-
the world is ushered off into history's crypt.
All the super heroes lie slaughtered on the floor
while apocalyptic addicts are screaming out for more.
A handful of patriots ride the airwaves into night
broadcasting dire warnings to bring the truth to light.
General population is glued to the TV set
watching situation comedies, smoking cigarettes.
The program's interrupted by a special news update
"World War III declared" more details at eight.
General population pumps his fist hard into the air
grabs himself a six-pack and settles back into his chair.
Less then twenty cases later he is morgue decor
from the radiation resulting from the war.
The tube becomes his headstone, body decomposing on the floor
beneath blue light TV flickering...1984.
You’re wasting your weekends on electronic lovers,
They float by like ghosts on the screen,
You’re kissing Clark Gable and you waltz Fred Astaire
In re-runs you’ve already seen.
You’re changing the stations—you change your emotions—
From channel to channel in vain.
The six o’clock news man is laughing at you,
And the talk show believes you’re insane.
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’
So how come you watch it from bed?
Your television set don’t love you, darlin’,
So why don’t you love me instead?
Down at the tavern my Budweiser loves me,
There’s a TV set over the bar,
And the girl on the screen, she reminds me of you,
So I get up and go to my car.
I drive through the night and the windshield wipers
Remove all the rain from the glass—
It’s like a wide screen, and our show’s off the air…
Our soap opera just didn’t last…
The chaos of the Universe somehow includes
a random-free, secure, well-engineered world
with all its vital stuff: TV set, frozen foods,
a five-day working week. Ships sold for scrap, sails furled,
discoverers retired, stargazers fired. The Moon
draws only freaks. They say, the Universe gets cold
but, thankfully, we have a central heating. Soon
we go on holiday. We will be not too old
when we pay our loans in full. Blessed are the poor
in spirit for they shall inherit universe
where nothing happens:
nor surprise,
nor force majeure,
nor accident,
nor luck,
nor miracle,
nor verse...
P.S.: I'm kidding. Under this blue sky
we can be only sure that we will die.
07.07.2019
Well hello there, wondered where you’ve been.
It sure is good to hear from you again.
It’s been a long time since we last met.
Tell me what’s your name again, I forget.
There was a girl who lived across the yard,
and she was always making your life hard.
She danced naked across the bedroom floor,
but you were too shy to knock on her door.
You got fixed up with a date by your mom,
and when you took her to the high school prom.
She got drunk and wanted to get frisky,
but you were afraid it was too risky.
Life just ain’t something you’re going to find,
sitting in the dark peeking through the blind.
Just watching the world outside pass you by,
with no one there to hold you when you cry.
Got yourself a job at the Burger King,
spent your evenings watching the Dairy Queen.
She could really stack ice cream on a cone,
you never asked her for one of your own.
Joined the army when you were twenty-three,
they stationed you over in Germany.
Frauleins kept trying to give you a dance,
you never found the time to take the chance.
Love ain’t something you’re ever going to get,
sitting there staring at the TV set.
No matter how hard it is that you try,
that TV will not hold you while you cry.
The years passed by and you grew tired and old,
had a tiny dog and ten cats I’m told.
You never had any kids or a spouse,
matter of fact you hardly left the house.
Your neighbor always knocking on your door,
asking for some sugar or something more.
She said hers was the sweetest pie in town,
but you never would ask her to sit down.
Living sure ain’t something that can be done,
without trying to share it with someone.
You just have to step out the door and try,
when you find someone, you won’t need to cry.
It has been a while since you’ve dropped by.
I can’t help myself but to wonder why.
Hope I didn’t offend you when we last met.
Tell me what’s your name again, I forget.
A crackling sound as something splits off and falls further in.
A popping
A glimmer of yellow
We sit mesmerized, staring not at the fire, but at our friends
who have turned into darkened shadows
The trees have gone gray, and the day is cooler now.
our host has brought plaid blankets down from the house.
The teenagers have eaten their fill of s’mores.
They retire to a TV set somewhere to share stories not for our ears.
We care not.
The ghosts of eagerness urge us to share our most hidden stories.
They begin arriving little by little.
Family stories which have never been told
until this campfire
They continue until the embers turn gray.
Stories we will all remember, due to their newness
and the magical ambience of the night.
It was our sixth move.
We had been married three years.
My husband is always dissatisfied.
Thus we are perpetually moving.
He had this great idea.
It would be faster if I stood on the sidewalk
He would throw the things from the top floor
And I could catch them.
He is six foot four and weighs over two hundred pounds
I am five foot two and weigh less than one hundred and twenty
So at the danger of being snarly
Easier for whom?
When he brought the TV set to the window
I yelled "Do not Throw the TV!"
He yelled "Do not be a wimp!"
I backed up six feet and watched it shatter all over the sidewalk.
Yelling and screaming from the window.
Cursing also. "Why did you do that?" He yelled.
We have been married three years.
Did he forget that with two kids, I do not have time to watch TV
I remember Grandma’s beauty
The way she’d grace her smile at me
I remember Grandma’s duty
Holding family together
I remember the old large home
A large yard with a cyclone fence
I remember no small kitties
Couldn’t afford the extra expense
I remember no TV set
To watch Dragnet or Lassie shows
I remember a radio
Latin Music she always chose
I remember the Impala
Cool 1950’s model rove
Crazy grandma behind the wheel
Had to close your eyes when she drove
I remember her kindness
Her home was your home to visit
Stacks of warm homemade tortillas,
Tamales, warm food in the skillet
I remember gradually
With small tremors, slurred speech, stiffness,
She had uncontrollable shakes
Parkinson’s disease her illness
I remember Grandma’s beauty
I remember Grandma’s kindness
I remember Grandma’s caress
I remember Grandma’s illness
I am sitting inside my smart TV set
with my wireless remote control
and I can’t seem to get my wireless remote control
to work for me
can someone out there
please keep on changing the channels for me
to something else
I REMEMBER
I remember when I was only THREE
And a total stranger ran off with me.
I remember when I was FOUR
a screaming baby, I wasn’t the only one, any more.
I remember when I was FIVE
Starting at Musters Rd. Infants School West Bridgford, scared alive.
I remember when I was SIX
Our taxi business went bust what a fix.
I remember when I was SEVEN
Thieves killed my pet rabbit, I think it went to heaven.
I remember when I was EIGHT,
Real coal fires in the grate.
I remember when I was NINE,
Playing skipping with my friends, Using the (the clothes line.)
I remember when I was TEN,
The old garden shed, We turned it into a den.
I remember when I was ELEVEN
Having to go to bed at half past seven
I remember when I was TWELVE,
My whip and top I played with it a lot.
I remember when I was THIRTEEN,
Our first TV, set, black and white, to me, the best I’d seen.
I remember when I was FOURTEEN,
My first boyfriend, what a hunk, What a dream.
I remember when I was FIFTEEN,
Starting work, earning money, I was so very keen.
I remember it was all so very long ago,
It feels like a dream.
Remembering TV of the 1950s
By Elton Camp
About TV, this little account is told
From when I was twelve years old
Because it was along about then
When TV fascination did begin
The programming choices were few
The channels we received were two
A massive antenna was the only way
There existed no cable system to pay
A flat lead-in thru the window threaded
The possibility of lightning was dreaded
My father looked at the sky with a frown
“Disconnect it and throw on the ground!”
All programs were black and white
Which we watched by a TV light
Brighter lights were then taboo
Only a darkened room would do
If the other channel we’d get
Get up and walk to the TV set
Commercials at beginning, middle, end
Just those three so unlikely to offend
At midnight, stations signed off the air
At six the next morning, they’d be there
It was only a test pattern for a while
Daily adjusting our set was a trial
Controls on the back so we couldn’t see
Whatever the results were going to be
Horizontal & vertical hold to reset
So that a viewable picture we’d get
“WBRC now begins its broadcast day”
Some disembodied voice would say
The national anthem was played
Sometimes a preacher then prayed
Whatever vile programs, we didn’t care
Rather, we’d sit and mindlessly stare
Technical interruptions we might get
With, “Please do not adjust your set.”
The set was costly & likely to break down
To houses, the repairman came around
Daily life would almost come to a stop
If he had to take it away to his shop
This situation was inevitable because
One TV set per family’s all there was
Multiple receivers was then far away
We didn’t foresee the present day
Flat screens, color or streaming video
About such things we didn’t know
We never heard of high definition
To avoid “snow” was our ambition
But any sense of depravation we didn’t feel
With Gleason, Berle & Norman Vincent Peale
“What’s My Line” was everyone’s delight
“I Love Lucy” dominated Monday night
By writing this poem, my age I betray
“Can this be true?” young folks say
Yes, this is the situation we did see
Without Netflix, ESPN, or even MTV
I REMEMBER
I remember when I was only THREE
And a total stranger ran off with me.
I remember when I was FOUR
a screaming baby, I wasn’t the only one, any more.
I remember when I was FIVE
Starting at Musters Rd. Infants School West Bridgford, scared alive.
I remember when I was SIX
Our taxi business went bust what a fix.
I remember when I was SEVEN
Thieves killed my pet rabbit, I think it went to heaven.
I remember when I was EIGHT,
Real coal fires in the grate.
I remember when I was NINE,
Playing skipping with my friends, Using the (the clothes line.)
I remember when I was TEN,
The old garden shed, We turned it into a den.
I remember when I was ELEVEN
Having to go to bed at half past seven
I remember when I was TWELVE,
My whip and top I played with it a lot.
I remember when I was THIRTEEN,
Our first TV, set, black and white, to me, the best I’d seen.
I remember when I was FOURTEEN,
My first boyfriend, what a hunk, What a dream.
I remember when I was FIFTEEN,
Starting work, earning money, I was so very keen.
I remember it was all so very long ago,
It feels like a dream.
Clout on target
Eye you can't forget
A dot like a tv set
No winking eye you let
Aiming high or low
Stretched or loose you throw
Arrows you release or blow
Prize you do not show.
Archer you know in you
With bow and arrow of you
Archery is your life in a game
Name in flame you lit without shame.