Boob Tube Poems | Examples

I used to be able to

I used to be able to run full steam all day with little sleep
Now I can barely walk unless I have a little cat nap
because I still am a fitful sleeper at night, up and down

I once ran around my yard with my dogs
Now arthritis in my ankles has me ambling, slowly
I dream of walking fast, which I also did once upon a time

My vision used to be better than twenty-twenty
Now I cannot read books or magazines unless they are big print
or I keep a magnifying glass close by my easy chair

Sitting around watching TV was the last thing I would do
until ten years ago when I tore my meniscus
Now I spend a lot of time eating potato chips in front of the boob tube

I used to be clever and funny and fun
I do not feel that way anymore
I feel dumpy and frumpy

Do what you can while you are young
Fifty five is a lot younger than seventy-three.
You might as well know it now.

My Biggest Hobby

Besides my writing poetry, my hobbies now are few
though in the past were many things that I liked to do -
like bicycling, swimming, and playing ping pong too.
But with most things physical, my body now is through.

Current health conditions have me lying down or seated,
which means my biggest hobby always gets repeated
daily, and never is my love for it depleted.
Oh, the many series in my life that I’ve completed!

I do things on the internet but mostly it’s TV
that I’m addicted to -maybe since the age of three!
I love the many programs and movies that I see.
Yes, watching the old boob tube is A-ok with me.

The Boob Tube

You should never watch the six o'clock news
Nothing happy there, just more singing the blues
Bout who's threatening who
Or a mass killing or two
Just sit back and watch reruns, your honey and you

Propaganda

Higgledy-Piggledy Pop;
Make the madness stop.

Empty your bladder,
On the boob tube blabber.

Yackity Yak, Yackity Yak,
Our sanity is under attack.

Spin, Spin, Spin, the thing;
The world defined by the southpaw wing.

Chapter VI explained it all;
60 million died at that ball;

Higgledy-Piggledy Pop;
The madness needs to stop.

The Boob Tube

You should never watch the six o'clock news
Nothing happy there, just more singing the blues
Bout who's threatening who
Or a mass killing or two
Just sit back and watch reruns, your honey and you

Senryu-Reality Check Please

reality check please



our reality
stuck within the matrix or...
watching the boob tube 



5/7/5-senryu




Oct.25.2018
Haiku-Senryu- Writing Challenge 
Sponsored by: Dear Heart 
a.k.a. Broken Wings 


Placed 3'rd [4'th of 6]

The Boob Tube

You should never watch the six o'clock news
Nothing happy there, just more singing the blues
Bout who's threatening who
Or a mass killing or two
Just sit back and watch reruns, your honey and you

Boob Tube

watching the boob tube
not a waste of time
PBS is good
got me through grade school
use to watch Hunter
Virginia
on Friday nights
the step daughters
loved their Baywatch
eighty-six
world series
eyes were glued
Red Sox
they lost
shucks

Ballet

Bored at school
I decided to play the fool
By doing a little dancing for my friends.
A mixture of ballet 
taught by my sister Sally
and a little bit of tae kwon do.
My teacher walked in 
and with a knowing grin 
made me promise to repeat it for the Christmas show.

Dressed in my tutu
Fishnet stockings and a boob tube
Little Daz was ready for the stage 
''I love to boogie '' was the tune
and I found very soon
My pirouettes were all the rage.
I heard the howls of laughter
The applause that came soon after
and knew my little dance had been a hit
I would repeat the dance for you
like good friends ought to do
but I'm afraid I can't just find a tutu to fit.

Successful Old Friend

inadvertently
rubbing it in your face
that s/he has turned out to be
something that you didn’t,
not that the two of you had
the same thing in mind
when you were both
younger,
but the fact remains that there’s
the kind of person who
hides with age,
buried in regret &
constantly stuck in
reliving the past
with nothing but memories to 
haunt &
the kind of person who has
accomplished something that
they set out to
in the very beginning &
with that,
they feel like they need to tell
the world, like they need to
update those with whom they grew
up,
as if no one else has changed at all,
as if everyone was rooting for them
the whole time &
their dinky little small town
was nestled round the boob tube
waiting years for their face to 
appear on
prime time.

this kind of person is most certainly
hard to deal with,
because they have fallen out of reality &
walk with a different crowd now,
but in a genuine attempt to
“stay with their roots,”
they try to communicate with those
whose lives stopped whilst theirs continued
to move forward---
it just doesn’t work.

All Gods Plan

all “god’s” plan

without regret
Zimmerman took
the life of a young boy &
now looks back on it 
as if it was all part of
his imaginary “god’s” 
plan & regardless of 
whether or not said
judeo-christian sitting in
front of their boob tube,
buried in the July-heat-
smoldering (couldn’t
be global warming) empire,
thinks that 
Zimmerman 
did in fact kill Trayvon,
or that Zimmerman is a 
blatant racist, or that he is
a child molester, or that he
is just flat out smug &
sinister, in the midst of it
all,
what remains is the insanity
in believing that 
there is a ****ing
“god,”
for whom such maniacs think
that they are doing the bidding
of.

Boob's Tube

My TV quit today
God saw fit to take it away


Big ol ice storm came along
Knocked that boob tube
Off his throne.

Cable company doesn't care
They think I can just sit and stare
At a blank screen with no sound.

People I'm not kidd'n round
My way of life has run aground.

No TV Land no Disney too
No Food Network with all the food.

People won't you hear my plea
Give my TV back to me.

No News

She ponders the late evening paper
looking for some reason to smile,
but its only a caper
that catches her eye, while
even the funnies
are too boring.
Its boob tube
snoring
time.

Blank Screen

Sitting in the entertainment cabinet.
Good comes out of all things in due time,
Shetler for homeless spiders.
Why not?
Place an ad for rent,
Plenty of living space.
Boob-tube seems to serve no purpose,
But to rot the human mind away.
Cable guy-
Special prayer for him tonight, "Thou shalt not lie."
Cable gal?
Please!
Sweet soften sexual voice,
I can get that on TV.
Pick up lines I have heard them all!
Excuse me,
Sells-Pitch?
Line is a line,
It all the same.
Cable man,
Woman.
Go figure,
Better not,
More than enough suffering in the world today.
Cable service,
They hate me why?
Maybe because,
I am not a paying customer?
So,
I opened the doors to this lost buy.
Blank screen,
Interesting.
Picture show looks good.
I believe I'll sit awhile & watch,
I know it off!
Different from what been on lately.

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