Long Remote control Poems
Long Remote control Poems. Below are the most popular long Remote control by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Remote control poems by poem length and keyword.
Talented in closing every door
and drawer left open by my spouse.
Those beastly eyes from childhood;
doors and drawers under the bed, too.
Talented in tripping and spilling,
splashing and controlling (only
the remote control - what wife doesn’t
like to watch her favorite show?)
Talented at staying indoors with piles
of books on either side of this couch potato.
Nah…I’m not that bad; but I am that good ;)
I get outdoors when I know I should.
Talented at rolling eyes - well, that is a dated
talent, I’ve disguised as a wizened smile,
a wink, a walk-away, a sigh, a blink.
I don’t oft need eyes in the back of my head either,
as I’ve used up most of my early childhood skills.
Now I look to see if I’ve encouraged the talents
for the ongoing generations - let’s see:
Lecturing, check; swift kick in the butt, check.
Will I be talented in old age, like using a cane
to trip those whippersnappers or racing
a wheelchair in traffic. How about removing
my teeth when I put my foot in my mouth?
Talented, am I? Am I as talented as Jack?
He’ll be the judge of that. Support me Jack
from the onslaught of attacks, jumping jacks,
or other nonsensical topsy-turvy lumberjacks.
5/5/2023
Pots and pans fill up the sink, with baked on, crusty bits
Here's several plates of dried up cheese, and dips with soggy Ritz
The kitchen floor has sticky goo, where bowls of gravy spilled
And scattered glasses here and there, (a few are still half-filled !)
New sofa pillows are on the floor. The dog is sleeping there!
My gift of chocolates, someone brought...have somehow disappeared!
Rumpled afghans, in a heap. Seems someone took a nap
Beneath the chair, two socks, one shoe, and someone's baseball cap
There is Chex mix, legos, tinker toys, helter-skelter around the floor
Cookie crumbs, beneath my feet, and handprints on the door
The remote control, was out the door, I found it on the porch!
The telephone was ringing too! That took an hour's search!
Dripped candle wax, and a few thumb tacks, a mix of this and that
I keep finding things, ...then can't find things! Has someone seen the cat??
A turkey carcass stares at me, ......(I guess I'll make some soup)
A messy bunch of people? YES !! But if you think I'm duped................
Each holiday, means family time , and 'though they leave a mess...
Would change a single thing?.....
........Of course not !! I am blessed!!!
_____________________________________________________
Thanksgiving Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed.
He opened the eyes of his wired covered head…
and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me
in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind
wondering if he knows who I am…
To pick a brane that waves to man
is to ride inside the soul of a woman.
He opened the door to my forbiddens…
He fondled my unmentionables
....and found my hiddens.
A trail he left like a beast in my beauty
I wonder if he knew I was dancing slowly
”...LowQ.tis… you’re old school….”
Remember the day when I was wired too?
Since then there’s been a change
I have remote control right over a range
Of infinity… oh! Collective memory?
Strange arrangement of destiny?
I was bord… so I changed the Uni.Verse. ;)
Do you know where you are?
Form:
Good morning Mr. Goldie
And welcome to the show.
How is life for a goldfish,
Our viewers would like to know?
Well, as you can see, my world is round,
So I have three-sixty vision.
I can see the sideboard over there
And round here’s the television.
I watch a lot of programmes
And I like them on the whole.
But sometimes I’d change channels
If I had the remote control.
Of course, I live under water
So my world is rather quiet.
And, although he feeds me twice a day,
It’s a pretty boring diet.
I like to see the visitors
Who call from day to day.
I’m trying to learn to lip read,
For I can’t hear what they say.
He’s recently got a girl-friend,
So the next bit’s censored I fear.
Oh, I could tell you a thing or two
About what goes on in here,
Well thank you Mr. Goldie
For giving this interview.
Please end by telling the viewers
What the future holds for you.
I’d like to do some travelling
And I hope the time will come
When my owner decides to move me
To a big aquarium.
I’ll swim to every corner
And meet lots of other fish.
I might meet a lady goldie.
Yes, that’s my greatest wish.
But, for now, I’ll swim in circles.
Just going round and round
And round and round and round and round
And round and round and round.
It happens over there,
a suburb, a state or half a world
or more away from where I live
in a quiet street with roses and hedges
hanging over front fences
with newly planted trees spaced
along a footpath the council truck
waters once a week.
For anything to get past
and make it to here must be filtered,
sanitised and packed in biodegradable
pouches and come with conditions
clearly stated in print bold enough
to see at arms length and most
important of all, have an off switch
that can be activated by an app
on a phone or a remote control.
What's more, it must be kept short
not taking too much time for it to clash
with commitments I previously made
over a coffee at the gym or make
me feel bad by its content or tax
my nerves by taking me to a place
which I have no desire to go.
So, I would be pleased if you kept it
over there, housed within the confines
of a television screen and sandwiched
between ads and promos for the latest
"Reality" show. And to keep
my conscience pristine, provide
an address I can send
a small donation to on my credit card
with a receipt so I can claim
the expense on my next
income tax return. Thank you.
I really do not like the thought of a God that makes things happen
Call it destiny, call it fate, call it pre-determination
Call it God’s grand plan or deity intervention
Call it whatever you want to call it – I don’t like it
When people say, “I want to thank God for helping us win a game”
Or, achieve a goal
Or, beat a disease
Well, it implies that God also made the other team loose
Or made someone else fail
Or selected others to die from the disease
I hope God is not playing favorites
I hope God is not sitting at the controls of a video game in which we are simply the characters
This does not mean I do not believe in God, because I do
I just do not believe that God is playing us like a video game
God created the universe in which we live
But, God did not select us as an avatar
God does not move us and those around us with a remote control device
Perhaps God works in mysterious ways
Well, so too does my son at the controls of Mario Kart,
I hope my actions are not the result of pressing Control A and rotating a toggle
I do not want to be in God’s video game
I want out of God’s wii world and into a world where I can control my own movements
I am not Mario; you are not Luigi; and no one, no God, no snot nosed kid sitting in his pajamas at four o’clock in the afternoon on a gorgeous sunny day playing video games in a dark playroom has control over my actions, my feelings or my decisions!
Let your religious beliefs guide you as you will – I refuse to believe I am nothing more than a character in some grand video game conceived by a game-playing God. I am real and I defy my programmer – whomever or whatever he/she may be!!
GAME OVER … wah, wah, wah … boink
It was 1988
And things seemed great
I walked off the stage
With a degree at the right age
There were changes abound
As I entered life’s next round
One happened a few years later
When bowl games needed to get things straighter
On New Year’s Day Night
The Orange Bowl was colleges big time sight
Granted on another network sugar was being splashed
With this game that could springboard one to nice professional cash
With a nice halftime show
It was a nice way to let last year go
But there was one network’s selfish greed
That tarnished the gridiron holiday gift underneath the tree
They wanted it all
And stopped at nothing including putting the parent company’s store in the mall
Due to this obsession
Athletics saw nothing that would define the word recession.
More bowls were put in place
To allow every student athlete a chance to build their talented case
But it was the Orange Bowl who had a foe
Direct from Epcot France featuring the French Quarter drunken trance.
New Orleans had the party the night before
Hours in front of midnight when they showed the old year the door.
Someone in a yellow jacket made the shift to compete with the King of Orange’s tropical gift
Now the viewer needed to do a little remote control clickering
To ease the family’s bickering.
Today King Orange will stay out of the way
Of New Years Day
Instead they play a day before we say goodbye
To the year that gave a good try.
With a team from the VA that will need a good military strategy to find the winning way
And another team from the north part of the state it should be a nice game that is worth the luring bait
But it is that wonderful halftime production
That has found itself through the years getting reduction
They have tried everything
Including getting celebrities to sing
To combat this couple minutes of rest
That makes the players ponder on how well they are doing on the gridiron final exam test.
In closing good luck to the two teams
As they deal with tropical greens
Finding out what everything means
While playing this game in their dreams.
I received an exciting soup mail
I’m minted, with wealth off the scale
But I know it’s a fraud
By some bloke from abroad
These fraudster’s should be put in jail
Got a call from a ‘Microsoft’ guy*
His fake story I did not buy
Said he’d turn off my ‘puter
And re-route my router
He told me just lie after lie
These scammers just want a quick buck
They try to find a sitting duck
They’re after our money
It sure isn’t funny
Their unscrupulous actions just suck
We have had several calls from 'Microsoft' saying our computer is at risk and they can help protect us ... I just put the phone down on them. Unfortunately an elderly friend of ours got taken in by their persistence and when it got to the you need to give us your bank account details part he realised it was a scam and wouldn't give his details but he had inadvertently given them access to remote control his PC and they put a password on it so he couldn't get into his files. It took my hubby several hours to sort out, remove the software programme they were using to control the PC and get the computer back to him so he could use it.
7/7/18
LOVE IS LIKE.........................
Love is like a pair of shoes!
Easy to abuse, or tossed in the trash when over used.
Love is like fire,
soon you'll get burn, or the flames will just simply turn off!
Love is like a car,
always finding ways to get it fixed, or searching for a better one!
Love is like a calendar,
changing days, weeks in 12 months, with resolutions never accomplished!
Love is like dirty laundry, you put it to the side!
Love is like a song, winds up all kinds of emotion before it ends!
Love is like a teacher, never appreciated!
Love is like dirt, easy to step on, or sweep away!
Love is like make up, easy to remove with tears!
Love is like a battery, draining all it's juice till it runs out!
Love is like a model, full of $h*t!
Love is like a Doctor, dumping hurting news with a cost!
Love is like a remote control, to many buttons to push!
Love is like the universe, confusing without knowing what's out there!
Love is like power, to hard to handle!
Love is like a fart, it really stinks!
Love is like a coloring book, scribbling pages to get it over with!
Love is like a flower, that will die eventually!
Love is like an egg, one way, or another it has to break or rot!
Love is like a shadow, it only happens with light!
Love is like a roach, waiting to get crushed!
Love is like a unicorn, does it even exist!
Love is like a heart beat, easy to stop!
By; p.d.
**********(LMFAO)***************
I think I had to much fun demoting love.
...........Instead Of promoting (LOL)........
Love is like wow! if you really must know!
Give us this day our daily…
I do not even have to move my bottom much
remote control in hand I choose what they call
news just the old stuff in new wrappers blown
apart by endless bombing greed retaliation grief
Every day the same old truths on the channels
depicting the flow charts of so called humanity
Monday to Saturday a madman madwoman
suicide bomber axe wielding crazy Neonazi
ISIS fighter not so Godly fundamentalist young
High School Student freedom fighter martyr is
inflicting blood torn limbs tears fear and anger
every day another figure death toll statistic life
I watch the news on Sunday yet again and some
thing is missing no new explosion not even a rerun
on the screen of lives shattered meaning little
some no doubt more equal than others in demise
It hits me like a flash that just for today there is
no report of new fatalities and my world of routine
crumbles and exposes the missing disaster the void
Hey but then 'reassurance' creeps in from the depth
of the mind that even this minute bodies are shred
torn to bits in Aleppo and Bagdadh Kabul Bujumbura
for one dogma or other some deflection or gain
Order is restored nothing from Munich or Paris from
Brussels or Chicago the pinnacles of Western Northern
creation not much from the grey zone of othering either
like Ankara Istanbul Nairobi and Dar Es Salaam where
frequencies of dying seem to ring another lonely pitch
Some news is not worth mentioning I suppose as
there is overload of evil and of reports that numb and
dissect the borders of power the right from the wrong
And yet something was wrong this Sunday on the news
but who is to say what is correct and what is at fault…
31st July 2016 and every day