Channels Poems - Poems about 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...

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

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“Channels” Such a production this forum of gods, musicians and poets large feelings orchestrated for rapture play through lofty other, opens, channels. (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) ...

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"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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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channel river streams; flowng ever so daunting rivers waters flow 12/29/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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As I turn on my Plasma TV, right here in front of me. This is what I find first: A Shopping Channel (so rehearsed) The weather Channel (oh great, snow) Cable channel music (Christmas music~slow) Decorating Channel (oh, gee) Discovery Channel (lots to see) Spanish Channel (What?) Infomercials (shut up!) Food Channel (try and ignore) Rerun Channels (such a bore) News Channels (negativity) Game Channels...

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