Long Remotes Poems

DISUNITY THEN UNITY
 
Last Episode of Pure Fantasy.

Fireball always seems to take center stage,
Except in the last episode it was with absolute rage,
Echoman has secretly loved this ravishing beauty
Lost her to a human whilst she...

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SEVERE STALKING FROM LEFT OVER STRIPPERS FROM PETER CLUB IN TAMPA ALI IA HILTON TALISA SHAW DANITA DELMONT AGENT KIWANI BUGGS FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND STABLE OF JHORES HE SHARE WITH PETER GARGANO I...

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This morning when I call my girlfriend 
She didn’t answer and I felt sad
Then she calls me in the evening
She had volunteer to clean a vacant yard

I told her how much miss talking to her...

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Friends , while reading the History of the Incas , I came across the wonderous story of their 
mail runners , the 'chasquis' ! Kindly read their story !

THE MAIL RUNNERS - ON THE INCA...

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A dedication to my roommate

The way she left,
The remotes side by side on my bed she left
I remember the day I fought 
for the remotes to be left by my cot
I screamed
We were just strangers...

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MY BELOVED REMOTE

I sat om my remote unit after a tiresome  day at work
so tired was i that i let myself go and it broke into two

i am spying our receptionist TD remote with...

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Leading you!

Close your eyes let me show you the way
Not a hit movie or child's play
Let me reveal some things to you this day
Answer questions family feuds pass my days
My ways are better than yours...

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In halcyon olden days of yore,
When box TVs were far from smart,
The youngest in house used to bore,
If lovingly, the chore TVs to start. 
Then came remotes— a political mace
At home they have tended to...

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We named him Buddy. He is a Great Dane German Shepherd mix
A baby; we keep saying we should have called him Marmaduke.
In one month he has chewed up at least a hundred things.
He has chewed...

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My Grandmother's Hands

My Grandmother's hands told many tales
Of scrubbing steps and broken nails
Hand-washing clothes in enamel sink
Red football socks turned white towels pink

When not baking cakes at the old gas stove
Rag-rugs with old scraps of...

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looking beyond the sky, yes i stare above the mountain.
to climb it in several trips that at last i build a tower.
withing my thought the heavens raise their smiles but the earth place me bellow...

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Screams of a woman being murdered
Woke me up from the loveliest dream
My startled face shook me awake.

Listened harder. My husband has the TV up to highest volume.
He is probably asleep in front of it, 
and...

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I travelled to my daughters home
to babysit the kids
I’d not been there ten minutes when
my mind was on the skids

and not because I couldn’t cope
I’m qualified, I think
But I couldn’t work their microwave
To warm the...

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I travelled to my daughters home
to babysit the kids
I’d not been there ten minutes when
my mind was on the skids

and not because I couldn’t cope
I’m qualified, I think
But I couldn’t work their microwave
To warm the...

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Some other people’s dogs bite, snarl and snap like turtles on speed.
Our young puppy Beau dances, twirls, and bites his tail as if he’s on weed.
The other dog, Buddy, is a gentle giant, over a...

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Broken TV Revelations 

Alone, countless ancient uncles
linger in confessional apartments—
stare into virgin wombs
of empty TV screens, reciting 
lines from old John Wayne movies.

They know the words
like pearls cast -- sip communion coffee, 
swallow mute manna...

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Gloria Gupta's garbage bin
Has got all sort of trash within:

A starched piece of mouldy bread,
A broken doll without a head.
Three empty cans of soya beans,
Uncle Jimmy's old torn jeans.
Papers, documents that don't work,
Spoons and old...

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Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their...

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All my home remotes died today in Spring.
Dumbstruck by 'GreyTooth' the Pirate King.
Who like Harald 'Bluetooth', the Danish Monarch
had a dead blue-grey tooth in his head, a hallmark
of how smart a pirate he was to...

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TV’s didn’t have remotes
Way back when I was young
And though the praises of
All “modern” items have been sung…

It really wasn’t such a chore
To get up off our butts
To change a channel, but before
You laugh and...

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In memory that wouldn’t get upgrades
You stay, and you’ll remain there till I go
One day wasn’t circled on your calendar of dates
Now empty is the room we used to know
The August Macke painting on the...

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Woke up at 4:00 a.m.
Not the witching hour.
I am usually up around three.

Woke up and ran to the computer.
She made her happy melodic I am ready song.
Thank god as I have to wake up my...

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Where do remotes go, is what I,
in aggravation ask?
Mine must have feet and to find 
them is a most frustrating task.

Hiding under a magazine or my cat 
lying on it, hatching one like an egg?
I...

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