Before remotes, we changed the channels
Right on the TV.
We got up from the couch to learn
What there was there to see.
When things got modern, we could sit
And use the new remote
To flip from show to show, deciding
Which would get our vote.
But now, we have remotes galore
And I can never tell
Which one to use and so I fiddle
‘Round for quite a spell.
My husband knows the magic trick
To find just what I need.
As long as he’s around
I’ll watch my program, guaranteed.
But at my son’s house, bets are off.
It really gets my goat
That to watch the U.S. Open,
Chances really are remote.
My doctor likes to see the Earth
I get a nosebleed, she’s wading the surf
Maybe off Thailand, maybe Brazil
Who’s gonna save me when I get ill?
Yeah, there’s satellites, I can always text
But she’s out of town at the smallest pretext
Running a marathon, maybe in Rome
Everywhere is her home away from home
Maybe its that she sees all the frailties of man
Maybe that galvanizes her to move while she can.
I shouldn't grudge it, but I've just broken my toe
Kicking a wall when she mentioned "Idaho".
So I’ll drive like a saint, not drag race the streets
Not eat the wrong things, not trip on my feet
Not mouth off to strangers, not poke at a bear
Not flirt with disaster or agree to a dare.
I'll use Gemini or Grok or Chat G P T
Then I'll order from an offshore pharmacy
That might finish me off and I'll complain no more
Hope she feels sorry before heading to the Jersey shore.
(note: she really is a good doctor, I'm just having fun here)
I get to brag, I have to gloat
loving the microphone on my remote
I now press it and tell it what to do
before this I stared, and had no clue
the other buttons do not help me in any way; a con
I used to stand around, begging my TV to come on
I give the remote microphones a little command
confident I will be able to travel to TV land
It’s not so hard to change what you’re thinking
If what you’re thinking troubles you
Think about something else
Something that makes you smile
Like a remote control changes the stations on a television
Don’t like the program you’re watching?
Change the channel
Watch something else
You can channel surf too
If you want to
Go through a bunch of different thoughts
Until you find one you like
And then think on that
You can always change the channel
Just
Click
A different show
A different thought
See how easy that is
Now go watch your favorite program.
The Art of using the collective consciousness to see through a single consciousness.
The picture is only so-so clear but due to the factor of time.
The more time you spend scribbling the more your 5go takes over.
But at Bar 55 get you high on growth and change putting you far away from the preferred point in space.
Where art Tao, Where art Tau, lets beest humbl'd in between.
Father || Mother, I have a confession to make, please give me some confectionery as a form of grace.
The holes in my tapestry won't make my tapestry whole.
Yes they were handmade.
Opus III and orbital sound the same in hollow, thanks be to Kirsty Hawkshaw.
Added meaning on top of meaning for synchronicity, thanks be to Carl Jung.
H = Y, N = H, O = V, C=G, find the eternal god within, thanks be to Gregg braden.
Now I am getting comfortable with my true nature, thanks be to me.
This labour day I will be heading to the 090802 in the 081223
CRV sounds like a car Honda makes but it is much older at the US military base.
O/D one path leads to overdrive the mind and one overdosing on medications to fix the mind.
I am tired, so can I eat my 3.1415 as I attempt to get closer to 1.618?
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 slow down his clicking
to tell me what he has pressed
I try to write it down
but I cannot write that fast
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 apart.
Moved the couch and both recliners.
Put our hands down the recliners three or four more times.
“Your mom’s birthday is tomorrow,” I said “do you think it is her saying hello?”
His mother has been gone twenty years, but this felt like spirit playing tricks.
We already lost one remote to this machine and it was never found.
I will not be surprised if it is sitting here next to our chairs tomorrow.
I was wrong.
It was sitting on the chair in the morning.
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
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 what's in store?
I'll always be your grand-dude
but you won't always be four.
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 my world
when I have remote control!
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
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 desire; to become someone I don't understand
So many that were close to me; have let that foul demon, get the upper hand;
So good is the chance, my memories will be gone historically; without a trace;
Their discovery won't be fulfilled; until there's a ghost, standing in my place
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 a sigh
watching end to end
as i round the bend
miss him move again
for we are all now and then
once for all gone with the wind
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, lonely yet they endure
In midst of fierce storm, feelings of unease
Midnight watch on duty safety secured.
Dark desolation yet the ship sails on
Mariners singing they're not woebegone
'R' Words
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Remote
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
04/04/2023
Pixabay Image; Darksouls1
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 reveled simply in being!
April 4, 2023
For Writing Challenge - 'R' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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