Long Television Poems
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Happy to see, hear, and read you, all of you
You, the souls of pure life. Oh, follow God!
Great happiness, all the information about you
Yeah, the Genesis is not alone. Witnesses. You
You. The heir of life. God believer. Heir of Life
From radio, television, and newspapers. You
Good to know you. We are not alone with you
You are trusted. You. All believers. Of our God
Yeah, yeah. We need to share and build with you
The pillars of life. Principles of God. Laws to you
Share, share
The laws of life
Comes from God
For life
We need
All of us
No darkness
No nihilism
Only God
ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
“When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose-colored glasses…”Jordana Brewster
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In memory’s soft glow,
the TV screen flickers alive,
time stretches like taffy,
the theme song lingers, a melody
transporting me through the portal of childhood.
The laughter of a cartoon,
the adventure of a western,
the wisdom of a sitcom,
a sprinkle of magic dust,
and suddenly, the mundane was extraordinary.
In the sepia tones of nostalgia,
I find a bittersweet truth:
the rose-colored glasses
tint the past with warmth,
softening the edges of reality.
those moments, though fleeting,
are the roots of who I am,
the laughter still lingers,
and the magic?
It lives on, like a rerun.
The missus brings me high test coffee...
A cold wintry January 53rd, 2021
at Highland Manor apartments
picturesque snow covered landscape
safely ensconced within Unit B44,
we (yours truly and wife)
occupy bedroom and
television room respectively
comfortably numb and toasty warm
at sixty degrees Fahrenheit
courtesy climate controlled environment.
I practice crafting poetry
(seeking posthumous fame)
while the spouse busies herself
channel surfing putting
down remote control
after espying satisfactory movie
(Fatal Attractions),
about which she knows
every single detail,
and can rattle offer personal tidbits
about cast of actors and actresses.
Aforementioned regular routine
predictable until
onset rites of spring,
where warm weather perfect balm
to allow, enable and provide
antidote to existential woes
coping with being quarantined,
though sensing optimism
regarding president Joe Biden
green lighting living social pursuits
possibly revisiting
following favorite pastime.
Recalling contra dancing
as palliative against bashfulness
life as high school wallflower served me
without any budding female friendships
until lo… agent tulle nudge, yes
my mother over mollycoddled
then uprooted me
mein kampf familiar
bedrock level road terrain,
which venue offered groundswell
to blossom forth into
golden sterling resplendent rod
of natural equipoise,
(an unbiased opinion) and balance
with freestyle improvisational swinging motions
unchained from moors of formality
lit figurative saint elmo’s
Sesame Street Big Bird
winging fiery dance
allowing, enabling and
providing shy awkward self
during his young adulthood
to cast away four ever
self embroidered handsome
straight as an arrow
naturally high as a kite young guy
buzzfeeding like yellow jacket
liberating spontaneity
that je ne sais quoi joie vivre
clamoring headlong toward pollination
healthy packing heat overflowing
testosterone bin laden well nigh
erupting pistol (stay man)
toward opposite gender,
whereby bravado donned as key
to hoe field of whet dreams
fostering initial albeit late blooming
roll in the hay hormonally
rooted rutting squeal!
I loved the honesty.
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs
No longer hesitant.
No longer ignorant.
Transcending the labels we both keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance.
Standing in the chills of liberation.
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened.
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips.
Intellectual stimulation.
I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction.
The television a distraction.
Current circumstances.
Thinking about you
Open invitation
It's the first week with my new pet/roommate
I've met him once before and he seemed like someone I can live with
I will say though, he does need to control himself sometimes
Last night he climbed into bed with me
Not only did he climb in bed with me,
but he also slept on the only pillow as well
I let him pet me because it helps him fall asleep
I just wish he would close the door when he goes to the bathroom
That smell, dang- it's enough to make my tail stand up
But hey, all-in-all he's a great pet
He feeds me in the morning, afternoon, and night!
When we go for walks...
I get to poop on that nasty neighbor's lawn- "Sweet"
I love my new pet!
I call him- "Ruff, ruff, ruff Ruff, ruff Ruff"
Don't ask me what he calls me,
Because he speaks in some kind of gibberish
I wonder if he knows what I'm saying
Okay sorry, here he comes,
time to act stupid again-
"Ruff, ruff, ruff ... Ruff, ruff ... ruff"
Now to lick him, and get me one of those awful tasting treats
that were probably made from the buttholes and insides
of some kind of wild Siamese two-tongued, five-toed sloths
Whose mom was a cross between a one-eyed cow and a cross-eyed cyclops
Well, enough barking for tonight
I hope my pet can shut off that darn television before he goes to bed
And- "GIVE ME BACK MY PILLOW"
I love my new pet
I do my best to train him
It's a little ruff
You are so powerful
So brave my darling
Would you like a memento
Or a ceremony commemorating the number of animals you have killed?
Would you like a tattoo on your head
Or a television ad disclaiming your body count?
Would you like to maim a puppy
Maybe check how many blades you can fit inside it until it dies bleeding?
Still hanging from its mark
A knife inside it's little heart
Still beating.
Would you like a hyperlapse of them howling to death while you enjoy your bravery?
Putting on a show for everyone?
Would you like to see how long it takes to strangle a cat to death?
Perhaps you would enjoy killing kittens more.
Would you want a human baby instead?
We can offer it to you in black because it's not really acceptable as of now.
Memory Poem In Apartment A - 1971
a brace of wine glasses standing tall on a kitchen table
greasy frying pan luxuriating immodestly in the kitchen sink
two forks and two knives bathing naked in the steamy water
vinyl black record spinning clockwise under a cool ceiling fan
music by beethoven caressing the hour with perfume sounds
clock on the television console ticking with slicker love-bites
purple pleated pillow breathing excitedly on a big green sofa
portraits of curious dead people peeping through glass frames
bowl of red fruit sitting ripe and ready on an oak dining table
wide open window allowing a red sunset through shy curtains
bathroom faucet in pink bathroom dripping rivulets of sweat
silent resplendent wall mirror staring with secret fascinations
a brace of wine glasses standing tall on a kitchen table
I'm bombarded by temptation
So many delectable treats
Yet all the things that I desire
Are not just things that I can eat
As I watch my Television
I see the lives I'd like to lead
My life seems so ordinary
Temptation, says that's what I need
To live in exotic places
Wield power like a magic stick
Lost in erotic images
Dissatisfaction is her trick
Temptation, she's so alluring
As these thoughts they assault my mind
With great skill she wields her power
Yet it's my heart that makes me blind
In the end she's not my master
With God's strength I can look away
Those things that looked delectable
Seem less alluring when I pray
"once a story of place were
smiling faces seeked persons
to dance. A clownish smiles just
greeted people to bit the apple
of discord. There men gained a
consensus to fearlessly resolve
there differences
and mold there passions of revenge
into the need of a united concern.
Swallowed pide fills the belly
while vain egotisms leave folk
brusied battered and
hungry."
A measure of concern
was what he used to describe
what he was
doing. He hired a camera crew to film
the fellows in both organizations.
He went to a revivals organization
and showed both films on national television.
He said he wondered about the current condition
of America. Because
they didn't see that they were
being fooled, by an elaborate hoax
which involved people across a vast area.
He said " The Funnel dropped from
the cloud" and while people waited
the destruction of America had begun"
He showed both Masked Wrestlers
and Unmasked Wrestlers. In both
organizations
while they were said to be different people.
He promised his Wrestling World consisted of
honest dealing with the
wrestling public!
It didn't take long.
Members of revival wrestling company
appeared on other companies live show.
" It concerns the World that A folk could
wish to be deceived" said one promoter.
Than all of a sudden the World renewed promoter
from the revival company appeared in defence of
of his companies mens and there actions
and he said to all in attendance and
around the world
that he could produce all the men in question
under one roof and at the same time.
He couldn't ahfear of losing his reputation
he was forced into considering a champion
verses champion unifications
to counter the new movement of overly
involved marks.
Remember the days
Remember the days before mobiles,
Laptops and Internet not born,
Made up our own entertainment,
Today, our youngsters would scorn.
Without Xbox or Play station gaming,
What would our children, do for their fun?
I played out, all kinds of weather,
Cricket on the Rec’, Tag, or bicycle run.
Today’s TV has 3 hundred channels,
Watch Sky Movies and Netflix all day.
Our Television had only three stations,
Black & White, with a box on to pay.
Tablets with Wi-Fi and Kindle on fire,
Facebook & Twitter, texting by phone.
Our talking was done person to person,
Not something done, all on your own.
Perhaps lives today are much better,
New generations evolve, this won’t change.
Spare a thought though, for a time long ago,
If you could go back, life would seem strange