Remote Poems - Poems about Remote

remote is instinctive for husband

our new remote arrived yesterday
the package weighed nineteen pounds
the instruction book was eleven hundred and sixty-two pages thick
my husband began clicking away with it

managing a tv remote is instinctive for him
there is nothing easy about a remote in my wheelhouse
he goes click, click, click, click, click
without opening the stupid book

I have to ask him to

ELECTRONIC TORTURE

All through the night
Nothing feels right
The static sound in left ear
Enticing a certain kind of fear
Your body feels like it has a current of electricity 
The Book MK Tech explained it with complexity 
Never finding anything as a protector 
When your body is setting off EF on a detector 
The mind starts to fret and

spirit hides the tv remote

the remote to our TV disappeared last night
my husband and I checked both sides of our chairs
the table, a shelf, the floor, a shoe, the garbage can
My husband asked “do you think Beau has it?”
“Not a chance,” I told him “we would hear him chewing it”.
We turned on the lights and tore the living room

Africa in a timewarp

exotic continent of contradictions
remote as remote can be
where deserts and cities coexist
where I can still go safari hunting
with traditional tribes like the Maasai



AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025

remote control

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POWER
[On Demand][Interactive][My Multview]
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( STOP ) (||PAUSE||) (PLAY > )
[MENU]
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(Exit to TV) (Info)
(GUIDE)
(Recordings)
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VOL
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CH/PG
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Mute - Last
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(DELETE) 0 (CC)
SPACE
A-B-C
TV Input – HELP

Remote Working

Your hand taps on my arm
then points towards the door
now you have decided
that I can't work anymore

Logging on way too early
I'm due a break for sure
especially for someone
I don't want to ignore

You ask me for a story
one that we've shared before
I'm told I need to read it
sat on the bathroom floor

Time is always precious
who knows

Remote Woman, from THE WOMAN WHO COULD EAT WOOD

Remote Woman


Old Man Jim was 90.
He was simple, caring, and quiet. 
He loved watching TV.
He thought some shows were a real riot.

One night he went for a stroll on Oak Street
and stepped on a Remote Woman on the road, 
a TV remote shaped like a real woman, a TV remote with a woman voice and

Universal Remote

I wish I had a remote to control my thoughts 
It would be great to change the volume, mute or source
If only I could change the negative thoughts channel to the sports channel.
Or even change the channel to Cartoon Network or Disney 
Take me back to my childhood, when I wasn’t all sad and busy.
Things

Remote Control

Perhaps a right of passage      
or a males destiny
controlling the remote
always seemed just right to me.

Skillful flicking fingers
fast on the keys
scanning thru the channels
and with great dexterity.

Change to other stations
commercials gotta go
such a star on the clicker
a real surfing pro.

It's of course my opinion
but these words I extol
all's right in

Bought Boat in Remote Shallotte

we were in Shallotte
far away which is remote
when we bought a boat

we rode down a stream
which did appear in a dream
was rare so would seem

house by bank we bought
with me my wife I had brought
love them both a lot

knew nature was near
bird at window would appear
glad we have been here

A Remote Hut of Daub and Wattle

Thoughts like entries in a old maritime log;
They're kenneled on a shelf like a dog;
From a ship; dry docked in a bottle,
Within a remote hut; of daub and wattle,
In my mistakes, perhaps there were no lessons found worth learning;
My mind keeps them in a structure; that could so easily be set to burning
I have no

Reconstruction

reconstruction

recalling  much less than half i wrote 
though long ago and miles remote 
i remember when 
an old black  man 
walks out from his shack 
to fetch his kids' dead kitty cat 
then walks back 
as I pass by 
and glancing up see his eye 
meet mine in the mirror  and with

Remote

Ocean turmoil waves thrash with pure fury
Remote stalwart lighthouse on bed of rock
Shaft of light warning ship sails securely
Wild elements bombard around the clock.

On the darkest of night when all is drear
No stars to be seen and bright moon obscured
Mariners stand watch resolute no fear
Brilliant light cleaves darkness all reassured.

Sailor's life remote sailing seven seas
Isolated,

Remote

Removed from people, cities and towns were we.
Enchanted by our quaint cottage, we enjoyed the scent of pine trees.
Mountains rose to our north; how fresh was the breeze.
Over to our east were white sand and a clean sparkling sea.
To be so far away from life as usual was rare and freeing.
Embracing peace and solitude, we

Remote and Lively

A walk is willing to go far and wide,.
A whim to take with you is always the wind in the way,
A wind to trample and muster towards triumph and struggle,
A walk will take you there,then take you away,,
The stride determines the goal and it's navigation, it's experience with wonder and wild,.
Strength with perilous perspective,
A walk

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