Short Remote Control Poems
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I am sitting inside my smart TV set
with my wireless remote control
and I can’t seem to get my wireless remote control
to work for me
can someone out there
please keep on changing the channels for me
to something else
It's amazing... cars now have “remote starters”
As long as they don't drive off in a premature departure
Hey, wait! You ding-a-lings
Independent damn things
We'll soon be given tickets by remote control coppers
not so long ago
tv was not cable or a satellite dish,
it was a roof antenna
with directional remote control,
except for the cost of the set reception was free
and now, indulge or not
it's a monthly payment
for your dormant time
remote control guns...
press finger...change channels...
death of the story...
post modern eras...
fracture the camp fires of oldt...
ten seconds per channel...
modern aggressions...
wedded to electronics...
ten seconds a watch...
I'm retired now and I'm feeling pained,
My eyesight's gone off and my hair's not regained,
My wrinkles are deeper and I've got false teeth,
Surely to Betsy there'll be some relief,
But no, only today my remote control finger got sprained.
I was the horizontal and the vertical
I was the light and dark on black and white
I was the picture flipper controler
I was the sound controller
I went up and down
I was the rabbit ears that fix the picture
I was the waiter to bring him beer
We discover electronic machines
use remote control to control them
design to avail benefit
"GOD" controls us with His remote
created to make fit
Form:
When t.v. programs start to bore
I flip through the stations a little more
But which remote do I use?
There are so many from which to choose.
T.V., stereo, D.V.D. too,
Then which button? - there are quite a few
All this confusion is taking its toll
Since the remote has lost its control!
The teacher is believed
To be an all rounder
For a record holder in education
An educator, advisor, counsellor, planner, examiner and innovator
Just like a remote control
For some nonmachinerised, noncomputerised or nondigital devices
The 'nude' and innocent children
Born today going to tomorrow
Dear Lordy, what have you done
this loony spouse given me…
he rants and TV- clicks all night
much like a freakish banshee!
Obsessed with horror movies
remote control is life's drug:
This model needs rebooting,
It's time for urgent de-bug.
11/11/2017
Written for Kevin Shaw's Surreal and Daft
The dude who invented the remote control certainly was a genius!
I can surf the TV from the comfort of my Lazy-Boy - 'tis so ingenious!
But even with this technological marvel I still have a complaint.
Why is it that the illusive remote is usually where I ain't?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Alone, she sat quite still,
her gaze full fixed ahead.
Enrapt by visions fed,
scarce breathing e’er she will
disturb perceptions’ fill; quiescent as tho’ dead.
Into the room he crept,
his probing arm around
her body, no more bound,
so quickly was she swept.
As fingers so adept, respiring without sound.
Too soon was reached his goal;
TV remote control.
I’m much too tired
To get up
And change the channel
And though this infomercial
Isn’t something
I really want to watch
It fills in the time
I guess I’m too lazy
And too damned broke
To buy new batteries
For the remote control
So I’ll just lie here awhile
And keep pressing the buttons
Until this thing either works
Or I eventually
Fall asleep
Just in a mode of sensation
privileged for own desires
communication without wires
not even with remote control
but heart to heart
love continues irritates in feeling
The remote control seemed to hang in the air
as it described a perfect arch towards the pool,
flying, hands-free, in its own metaverse;
a surreal image, frozen not by it, but of it.
The tiny buttons, scrambled over, a moment ago,
glinting in the sun. PAUSE, clearly showing upon one.
Also frozen, on the fifty-two-inch flat screen,
the losing goal. That cost the match ~ caused the flight.
I'm a home sportsman
And what a career I've had,
Watching sports around the globe,
I take the good with the bad.
I have to keep my fitness up
So I drink coffee by the cup,
Excuse me while I adjust my lounge chair,
Wow, my horse just got up.
But one thing's always bothered me,
It makes me cringe with fear,
If my remote control finger's injured,
It might end an illustrious sporting career.
Look in the mirror
At the colors of our souls
Faith is not remote control
Our minds communicate
But how do we really relate
Our hearts have been torn apart
There are some people who
Can put them back together again
So we can finally live as friends
I hope we can find them soon
Because if we don’t
We remain the bitter end
Look in the mirror
At the colors of our souls
Faith is not remote control
Form:
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!
A-t risk is the whole world,
N-ations are exposed to harm;
G-lobal crisis creates collapse,
E-mploying economic alarm.
L-ife is horribly put at risk,
I-ndividuals are in danger;
C-ontagious jeopardy's dirt
A-pplies the dreaded destroyer.
P-oisonous pandemic's grimes
A-re in remote control and disc;
C-omputer accesories are not spared,
E-very state is put at
R-isk.
Topic: Birthday of Angelica V. Pacer (June 19)
Retirement and the remote control,
This sounds like a whinge in an ode,
Retired men and remote controls,
Includes, "Who gave old men phones?"
Is this what 'golden years' meant?
Defensible violence to retired men?
You'll be getting good manners for tea,
And not much more from me!
Don't you turn T-Rex on me!
I want a turn on that remote control, please,
You've turned into a sook and a toad,
My 'golden years' whinge in an ode!
With a remote control
Everything may be at your fingertips
But not human rights
Man with wisdom is difficult to control
Bribery and scandal will be questioned
A peaceful demonstration may occur
Protesting
For human rights and justice
The country is neither under one person
Nor controlled by the only remote control
Called hegemony
But under the whole people's rights
But under God's protection
But under one's conscience
If any
The chances of controlling today's men,remote,
In one touch and in their finger tips remote controls,
To on and to off,
To move and to pause,
To open and to shut,
Everything in life gone to remote controls,
In the increase in number this beyond control,
The remote controls in the hands of men not a new,
Form birth to death,
From health to wealth,
From bed to wake,
From dusk to dawn,
Everything of all lives in God's,remote control!
A copy of the poem " A Drawer of a Decent Soul" that she practices
A copy of the poem " A Drawer of a Decent Man" that she utulizes
A stapler to hold together things with all her power and strength
One remote control to a robot with three hands since two is not enough
One tube of muscle cream for her back for carrying many extra loads
Three folders filled with creative ideas to help provide for the family
One alarm clock set in intervals to make sure her tasks are complete
There have been so many Rocky movies to see
Rocky is now 103
And very rocky indeed.
It's always the same story
About a big Italian American chap
But if you ask me
It's a load of crap
And he should hang up his gloves
Just like any hasbeen should
Last night I turned on my TV set
Rocky was on yet again!!!!!
I threw my remote control
because I was so upset.
It changed the channel
and what did I see
Another repeat of Rocky 23!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.
Remembering all the many years
we called on you to drop your fears.
Audits we said you would not fail
if signature were by email.
And invoices in copies sent
would not end up with noses bent.
We screamed paperless for so long
and all it took was a viral song.
You said we’d never work from home
Doing conferences by phone,
or Zoom which we had for a decade.
You stifled every sensible upgrade.
Then once the threat got up in your face
In two weeks the undoable was in place.