Best Vcr Poems
There is silver linings in the clouds today
hypnotic breeze makes the trees sway
on the pavement of broken dreams she waits
eighty years old embracing the fates
her treasures of stories have all been told
her body tells her she is way too old
No one comes to hold her hand
No one is left to help her stand
Unsteady steps as she crosses the street
Cars fly by and she refuses to retreat
Her path is determined, no need to fear
she wobbles with purpose, the end is near
Philosophies fumble through her mind
her life plays like a vcr on rewind
no regrets, well maybe a few
but the road is ending, what could she do
crowded streets, life is passing by
rushing to the who knows where and why
I watch and wonder...
Will she make it before the lights change?
Categories:
vcr, character, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Hello, I’m you, and you just wrote this poem!
You’ve written hundreds more! One day you’ll find
A place that poet friends world-wide call home.
Creatively, you’ll exercise your mind.
Start now to hone your writing skills, and when
you go for that semester in Madrid,
you won’t learn Spanish well enough! Please, then,
return to Spain! I know you’ll wish you did.
You needn’t try to get through college fast.
Get work in Spain. Learn from experience.
Don’t marry quite so young. Life is a blast.
Try things you really love. Gain confidence!
There’s coming in the 80’s - VCR,
and later on will come the internet.
Invest in them. I think you could go far,
Money matters. You just don’t know that yet!
Life will be nice, but long before you age,
You’ve got to save, or it will be too late.
You need a pension plan - advice most sage!
But cash it out before two-thousand-eight!
For one brief week soon coming, there’s a guy,
and no one like him will you meet again!
He’ll go back home, but three years later try
to look you up, but you’ll be married then. . .
Could things with him have worked? How can you know?
But you and I so seldom take a chance!
With what I’ve told you, let’s see how things go. . .
Will you change fate and opt out for romance?
For the What Would You Say Poetry Contest of Alexis Y
Categories:
vcr, life,
Form:
Quatrain
I’m tapping my feet to the music escaping an old man’s saxophone
On main street
I can feel the raindrops hit my hand
I roll them in my palms like marbles
From my childhood
They apologize to me
And I ask for what?
They say, for making you feel smaller than you are
I look up at the sky, water like whites from an egg
Sizzling on my skin
The sun breaking like the yolk
Like me
The old man’s sax is drowning
Filling up with storm
I decide the rain is too much and disappear
Into a coffee shop
I’m at the counter waiting when
The man in front says
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”
It ends in a question but not the one he said
Out loud.
Blink 182 cuts like static through the silence
I try to force my mind to the song but
I can only hear the lyrics
“Friday night and” “Nobody likes you”
My smile is already frozen from the cold
But he makes it shatter like a mirror and
Gather itself on the floor.
The server asks my order, slowly
My face rewinds like a VCR and
My smile puts itself back together
“Caramel Macchiato, please.”
I trudge to my home smelling of cardiac arrest
Brush my teeth
Spit out the coffee and distaste on my breath
At night I dream of bowing in front of red gold curtains
Costume only on my lips
A playbill
With my name an elipseys from the heaviest role
Happiness
People throw roses for fake smiles.
Categories:
vcr, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Parody of Crocodile Rock/an Elton John/Bernie Taupin song
(some of the lines may seem strange, but I truly tried to imitate the exact syllable
count of the song Crocodile rock, and in some lines you have to sing the words
extra fast!)
Reading in Bed
Long ago before VCR,
The internet and DVR,
I’d hang out with family
‘cause there were only four stations on the TV.
With my records playing, I would get
A little crazy dancing; then in my bed
While my sisters played, I lay and fed my head.
I was cozy with my nose-y in a book, in my bed.
Chorus:
While in my bed reading, I sure was feeding
my small head with fantasy!
And when my Mama called out for me,
in my bed is where I would be!
Oh, how I just loved my Stephen King,
romance novels, Lord of the Rings.. ..
Yeah, that reading in bed was a cool thing!
Wow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Well, the years have flown , and now I’m all grown
but I hardly know how to work my cell phone.
All night commenting to friends on the net.
Reading their poems is all the reading I get!
I’m so busy, by midnight I’m dead.
Can’t imagine my reading in bed.
It’s a cure same as counting sheep.
‘Cause now when I try it, I just fall to sleep!
Chorus
(Repeat first stanza and Chorus one last time!)
For John Heck's "Dear John" contest
Categories:
vcr, parody
Form:
Lyric
Way Back When Lingo! (Slang from the 1970's)
The '70's were way back when,
Once we were young,
the 70's had just begun...
There were hits that were around,
when we were all closer to the ground...
I was a dorky classroom teacher,
Like being a gross lay preacher,
For all the little chicks and dudes,
Who had to sit on it in primary school,
"Get real!" I'd say to them,
They answered back, "Ahem,
Up your nose with a rubber hose!"
When I'd asked them to write some prose.
They were in my face all day,
Can you dig it? Then they'd say,
"Dorky, don't chuck a spaz,
We're really not that bad.
Keep on truckin', Art is groovy!"
Didn't have a VCR for movies.
"Maths is sick!" they'd shriek,
"We're not perfect little geeks!'
"Awe, sooky sooky la la,"
I'd say, "Extra homework, ha ha ha!
Right on, looooking gooood..."
"Dream on, dorky, there's the bell!"
"Good night, John boys!" I'd yell.
"That's sick!" "Catch you tomorrow."
Hometime was no sorrow.
"Catch you on the flip side,"
As they ran outside,
"Don't go bananas at us!!!!"
Now we're old, why did I fuss?
Once we were all so young,
When the '70's had just begun.
Categories:
vcr, angst, career, children, education,
Form:
Free verse
in the basement is your first color television
known for its recurring static and bent antenna
and broken VCR
extraterrestrials climb in through the high window
that doesn't open
but they've been here for thousands of years
they were the storks that delivered humans
during the time there was a gap in hominids
between neanderthals and us
they know why the antimatter and matter
don't cancel each other out
they're responsible for the Easter Island rock statues
for the hieroglyphs of machines and aircraft
and suddenly
your color television jolts on
to live news of 1939
Categories:
vcr, horror, mystery, science, space,
Form:
Free verse
WHAT'S IT GONNA MATTER AFTER?
What's it gonna matter
When…
a child looks to the heavens
and asks
what a star is...
when…
water mammals lie beached…
bodies acid-emblazoned lumps
on bleached sands...
when…
burnt-leaved
fields stare back
at tired farmers who seeded them...
when…
pop-eyed children
plea for the mercy
of a death too slow in coming...
when…
the last humans
burrow molelike
beneath the earth's sun-bleached surface
escaping death rays jettisoned
from the fire-ball their
ancestors
once worshipped as a god...
when…
bones now ashes lie
on stretches of hot,
white dirt…
like little
mile-markers to hell...
When…
the last survivor;
a lone cockroach;
sparks, crackles and fizzles…
into a pile of ashes
no wind will ever scatter...
What's it gonna matter
What…
religion,
sex
or color
a human is...
there aren't any.
What's it gonna matter
What…
money is,
vinyl siding is
what…
a CD player or a VCR is...
What's it gonna matter
That…
the market was a bull three years in a row
that…
polyfoam is cheaper than paper
that…
tuna sells better
than salmon.
That…
the first man on the moon
was an American...
that…
the first house on the moon
was built there by the Japanese
in 2025...
What's it gonna matter
When…
there's nothing
but a stretch
of searing,
sun-bleached dirt
lying lifeless
on a brown dwarf
once called Planet Earth...
Categories:
vcr, earth, earth day, environment,
Form:
Prose
* for "Halloween Costume" contest sponsored by SKAT*
Oh I've had many wacky costumes through the years
Just to show folks nothing is as it appears!
Once I dressed as a pirate and wore videos
A cable wire necklace and swashbuckler clothes
I was a video pirate and some people guessed
When they saw vcr tapes in my treasure chest
Another time I had antennae and big wings
Dressed like a gypsy with my necklaces and rings
I was a gypsy moth,not many even knew
They'd stare at me and laugh but didn't have a clue
And sorry to say but once I was a pregnant nun
Irreverent,I know,but it was so much fun!
When all else fails and you are kind of in a hurry
Here's a last minute one so you don't have to worry
Put P on a t-shirt,blacken up one eye
You'll be a black-eyed pea,it's good for a stand-by!
I've been a box of Kleenex and a trophy wife
And all the normal,boring things you see in life
But being a creative soul I've tried to be
At Halloween something you don't usually see!
Categories:
vcr, funny, holidayhalloween,
Form:
Couplet
I stared into the barrel of a silver eyed pistol,
Fear not understood,
Fear not developed,
You threatened the breath I breathe,
For a dollhouse plaything to rummage within,
As if it was to be discarded into waste,
Like a piece of toilet paper,
I remember feeling the stone cold touch,
As you tried to caress what wasn’t finished,
Did it make you feel like a viper as it struck violently?
Did it make you feel like a crow as it ate leftover dinner?
I stared into the barrel of a silver eyed pistol,
Barren with my soul,
Was this what the cost of living was?
To be used, abused, discarded,
Over, and over,
Like a VCR tape as it loses it’s worth,
I remember your words,
Whispering in the dark of the room,
As you tried to reassure me ,
This is what children did,
Did it make you feel like a fox as it ran out of the barn with a hanging chicken between it’s teeth?
Did it make you feel like a little hare as it dug a hole deeper all the way to Asia?
I saw my life torn through your body,
The change was ever smaller,
Lines of faint pink,
When you were done,
The blood that should have fallen,
Was empty,
Did you feel satisfied like a wolf after a hunt?
Did you feel sick like me?
I saw you disappear faster than a blink,
I didn’t know your name,
Just the sleazy way you touched me,
I feared to touch anyone,
Would they ravage me,
Leaving me bare like you did?
Would they hold my life before my eyes,
Threatening to poison me with their empty words,
Threatening me with their body,
Are we all just dollhouse bodies to be ripped apart?
Categories:
vcr, abuse, anxiety, beauty, dark,
Form:
Free verse
The Evil Net
Frank Halliwell
The world is going to the dogs
It's obvious to me,
With drugs and murders everyday
And frequent robbery
No one is safe out on the street
Especially alone,
And obscene calls are often heard
When you pick up the phone!
A man's home was his castle once
Secure and sacrosanct,
But now its just another place,
As unsafe as a bank!
That evil Internet's the cause
I read last Saturday!
I guess they'll have to censor it,
There seems no other way!
I don't know how we'll ever stop
The smut from near and far,
And all that **** that I see nightly
On my VCR.
***
Categories:
vcr, world, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
I don't subscribe to cable or satellite TV.
I don't even have those rabbit ears for the channels that are free.
My television viewing habits are strictly VCR or DVD.
Now there's no more commercials shouting at me to buy what I do not need,
but the advertising I could deal with. What would depress the hell out of me
would be the scrolls that would appear at the bottom or the top of the screen on my TV.
I couldn't watch a love story or situation comedy
without those depressing scrolls constantly appearing on the screen of my TV.
...Baby found in dumpster...Woman raped by monster...Stay tuned for news at eleven...
Since I stopped watching public television my TV viewing is now pure heaven.
Categories:
vcr, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Welcome to the 90's!
Dial-up, pogs and frosted tips.
A decade to spice up your life,
Take a moment to reminisce
Blockbuster's and pic-a-flic's
Tamagotchi's, SNES, MSN
Slap bracelets everywhere
Burnt C'D's for your discman
Met Forrest Gump and Mrs. Doubtfire
Travelled with Thelma and Louise
Dreamed to work at Empire Records
All through the VCR, rewind please...
We cheered Tiger woods and Armstrong
Both pre-scandal at the time
Saw McGuire's 70th home run!
Watched Gretzky retire #99
We saw Harding take out Kerrigan
and OJ Simpson try a glove,
Holyfield lost a bite of ear
and John Bobbitt lost his love
Mandela released from prison
Kevorkian went inside
We witnessed the fall of Waco
and we cried for Columbine
We said goodbye Mother Teresa
She meet Diana up in Heaven,
We mourned Tupac and Biggie
Cobain is forever twenty-seven
We were cool as ice at hammer time
in our baggy jeans and plaid
And we met a sheep named Dolly
So it wasn't all that baaa-d
It was the decade of Titanic
and the birth Harry Potter
Google was born in a garage
As the internet got hotter
Dance crazes and impeachments
And found out we could supersize
It ended all with Y2K
So there's the 90's, with a side a fries :)
Categories:
vcr, childhood, cool, fun, nostalgia,
Form:
Quatrain
First the ride (with kids' CDs)
Then supermarket (mini-cart);
Buying lots of food to please
Then snacks and playground, for a start.
Books and Curious George on tape,
Dinner, Face-Time Mom & Dad;
From routines a great escape.
What a time we all have had!
Baths and bedtime story, then
Hugs and kiss and cozy tuck;
Next some calm for hours when
Our perfect streak has lost its luck.
One child up who needs attention
(Seems it's not an easy fix).
If you see me, please don't mention
Age and lack of sleep don't mix.
Breakfast, music, puzzles, playing;
Happy Birthday Daddy call.
Ride to Music Fest and staying
Long enough for smiles for all.
See the water wheel still turning;
Marvel at the way it works.
Home for lunch with time for learning.
(Smart genetics has its perks.)
Visit friends to see their fishes;
Hit the playground once again.
Back for dinner and some wishes
That I'll have the time to pen.
Winding down with books and bingo
And a VCR cartoon.
Two short bedtime tales, then zingo -
Day is over, none too soon.
For though there has been no blunder
On this weekend on our own,
It's so tiring, I wonder
How we ever raised our own!
Categories:
vcr, grandchild,
Form:
Rhyme
“Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you” Prince (Prince Roger Nelson)
I am a die-hard fan of Prince and have been for many years
His music has evoked my emotions from desire to tears
I was in high school when his album “Purple Rain” debuted
It was at that time that his music was all I listened to and pursued
“When doves cry” is one of my favorite Prince songs to listen to
His performance was like magic to watch him dance, and what a view
In his medieval costume of his purple cape, ruffled shirt and heels
A talented performer who captured fame, singing and gyrating squeals
I bought a video of one of his concerts and tried to hide my VCR tape
My parents were not fans of my Prince musical video escape
I researched his life to discover that he was a musical genius at a young age
On his first album he composed all the music and was fearful to get on stage
My friend would come over and we would wait until my parents went to bed
And dig out the concert video and watch as sensual fantasies filled our heads
“When doves Cry” stirred up our fascination as our hormones were raging on
For years I have enjoyed listening to his music and sad that he is now gone
Categories:
vcr, appreciation, crush, fantasy, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
he lived across the street with a crumbly yard
full of half dead trees with an orchard
broken wooden picket fence showd me decay
his child hood that'd been given away
an old giant half t'horn away overgrown hedge
the dirt paths around the house with cans they threw away
downhill by the truck to the back porch I ran
looking for friends
I ran up the stairs deadpan
what are you looking at
I said to 3 teenagers again
on the tiny tv their uncle's vcr was playing love songs
they looked at me grinned at me and said sit down
I watched amazingly at the smallest tv I'd ever seen
it only took a minute before they asked me what I thought of it
I didn't know I wonderd too and wondered what they meant
they said why dont we try and off we went
into a bedroom
me 3 boys and a nasty bed, his, they asked me to blow them
I reffused, unsure and sscared with discontent
they offerd me a snickers bar and i said "yes"
sucked one , they snickerd, touched another
and they snickerd
I fell over the bed my pants went down
and they snickered
now I look over the bed staring at myself looking forward
with one young man behind me
two beside me snickering
one humping me over a dirty bed
over a snickers bar.
I run crying pulling my undies up and run for home with them snickering after me
dad must not have been home because he never asked about it.
Categories:
vcr, 6th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse