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Changing Channels

Happy Hour is one drink short
of a buzz.
She’s found her remote
it was in the back of her mind
where remoteness begins.

It’s been a tough year so far
what with all this
apocalyptic  going on,
but that’s not why
she changed the channel in her head,
it’s what I unthinkingly said
while swallowing down
one last slurp of margarita.

It was the words
that slid

A Witty Moment

Month December had brought paddy harvest too.        Father was busy in the field for harvesting.                                I was

Channels

“Channels” 

Such a production
this forum of 
gods, musicians
and poets
large feelings
orchestrated 
for rapture play 
through lofty 
other, 

opens,
channels.


(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Changing Channels

"Changing Channels" 

We are all 
drawn to the light
the silent voices 
call us in 
like we are 
their addiction
components 
waived 
in the weighting
we swim in 
our daily medication 
like transparent vespers
We are all
drawn to the light
simultaneously 
magnetised 
and in our singularity
we consume our 
unique polarity
solitary figures
dancing across 
the stepping stones
strange keys
connected 
inside us 
the child

A Correction Like Victimization

Voices pitied her exposed bust.
In it few could see what was just.
Disgracing A Symbol of Lust?
Daughter of Adam: Plain Bare Dust!
Wearer of jewels which shall rust!
But does it warrant baring bust?
A wise correction is A Must,
Yet not through channels  that disgust
Of wisdom wearing not a crust…

Wishes she were blown away by Gust, 
Forever she’d

Channels

God said nothing, wrote nothing,
this is how the mystery works;

the soul of mankind is a radio,
a quill, pen, a stylus, or tablet.

The eyes of the mind are a TV
through which God speaks and appears
as You.

Once though He did use a tablet,
a stone one.

Channels

Turn the channel
Click click static burns
Ghosts tumble through, lost voices echo 
Old channels Humm
Something upon the airwaves
Messages from afar
Drifting through nights 
Echoing voices forever in time
Turn the channel 
Images swim
Faces blur 
Something comes in
Click click faces dance
Something stumbles ghostly and old
Airwaves fold and sound mumble and buzz
Change the waves
Ghosts scream old echoes 
Channels lost and

Rivers Channels Flowing Streams-

channel river streams;
flowng ever so daunting
rivers waters flow


12/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Channels

History repeats it's self, the violence of the world don't change,
the same cycle all over again. Change the channel, it's time for 
something new. It's time for a change.

A solution to the problem, I can't hide from the troubles in the
world today. No matter how far you get in life, they only see the
bad in

When the Channels Are Open

Distant strains of piano music
dance into my ears;
colors of vibrancy waiting
to take away my sorrows.

Somewhere black and white keys,
are laughing to the tickle
of nimble fingers;
that tickle my artistic fancies.

A canvas of Beethoven, Bach
or Mendelssohn fills my imagination
and my brush dips, ever so carefully,
into a palette full of elation.

The ecstasy of the arts,
spiritual adventures abounding.
The eyes,

Lots of Channels

Television sure has changed a lot
Since the days of just three channels
We didn't even have a remote
Now they have fourteen panels!

A channel shows what's on the others
It's a channel of channels of sorts
Channels for cooking, and movies
Lots of channels for lots of sports
 
Reports of the sports that are over
Music if you're over a sport
Watch

Flipping Through the Channels

Flipping Through the Channels
By Franklin Price
3/11/2018

Flipping through the channels
On this, time changed, Sunday morn
The network commentators
Politically committing ****

Presenting their agenda
Spouting their one sided view
To degrade  the opposition
To see who they can screw

We participate as voyeurs
Watch the honored guests they slam
The truth is secondary
For the hosts don't give a damn

Asking very pointed questions  
Elicit

Five Hundred Channels

Five hundred channels and nothing to watch
Remember back when, we'd watch diddly squat
Didn't really matter
If the language was a clatter
We'd watch foreign movies not knowing the plot

Five Hundred Channels

Five hundred channels and nothing to watch
Remember back when, we'd watch diddly squat
Didn't really matter
If the language was a clatter
We'd watch foreign movies not knowing the plot


© Jack Ellison 2015

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