Short Tv Set Poems
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fly lands on my face
once is not enough twice now
annoys me greatly
she swiftly flies off
landing on the tv set
where is my swatter
There's a place that poets go
when they must their wild oats sow
They camp out in front of the TV set
Are the Three Stooges on the air yet
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray
Go throw your tv set away
And in it's place you can install
A new bookshelf on the wall.
this is from my lovely younger sister Alexandra. :)
When I think
there must be silence
a ticking clock is my enemy
a tv set rushes me to the brink
music makes my teeth clench
some claim to think by music
I do not believe them
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
Dog is washing her paw
Noisiest loudest grooming ever.
Gulping and slurping.
Chewing and chomping.
I no longer hear the ticks of the clock.
Or the TV set. All I hear are her incessant
Mouth noises. No one has ever been
Happier to groom themselves.
Clout on target
Eye you can't forget
A dot like a tv set
No winking eye you let
Aiming high or low
Stretched or loose you throw
Arrows you release or blow
Prize you do not show.
Archer you know in you
With bow and arrow of you
Archery is your life in a game
Name in flame you lit without shame.
lay clothes fall, hit the bedroom floor,
as do those indentured servants bound to my chest.
yawning tears puddle, blur optical lenses,
amble senselessly toward the cookies and chips.
denial as blinds open and close near tv set.
chills before wine sets in and cozy socks settle the argument.
2/19/2019
If a person bets you that their dog can speak French
Do not take the bet
If a person bets you that they can spit a watermelon seed fifty feet
Do not take the beet
If a person bets you they will drop a TV set out of a window and run down there
and catch it before it lands
This is a different story.
Sitting in the sun, wearing my Mickey Mouse reds,
I feel a kindship to all the other oldies
Who appreciate loose clothes,
a full belly,
a warm cat,
a happy dog,
a pretty November day
Sunday laziness,
good health,
a thriving family
a TV set and computer that work
and the ability to enjoy the simple things
What if electronics had never been invented?
Would people be as rude to each other?
What if we had no I-phones?
Would we still be talking in person?
What if the child did not have its own TV set?
Would it still talk to its parents?
What if social media had never been invented?
Would we know what LMAO means?
CNN:
Three minutes
Focus on home security,
Iraq war,
Who is con?
Who is pro?
The tolerance is absurd,
New Orleans is sinking,
Another commercial.
I pulled out the electrical wire
I took the TV set
Out.
I reserved the whole day
For my garage sale.
I will content
With Fifty dollars
Return
Form:
late at night
i was usually
asleep but
every now
and again
i'd see it
after they
played the
national
anthem
while an
on screen
flag would
be slowly
waving
it
would
happen
even though
i grew up
with a
color
tv set
what
you'd get
that late
on late
time was
noise that
was white
Form:
The morning is so bright,
the kitty cat sits again
before the tv set,
through the window I see
the garden is blooming,
purple-violet and scented honey cream.
Fortuitously, there’s no bee
to harass the garden, only the eager
orb is here
to sip the lady’s sweat,
her sweat run down the earth, whence
the morning is risen, so bright.
I use a tv set as if it were a radio
listening while I do other things
my childhood through the sixties trained me well
while I listen to my dramas, I play word games
write poetry, draw pictures and cartoons and paint
when I do look up, the drone of the tv coaxes me into a nap
I love listening to a tv
it is almost as great as listening to a radio
Marshall Dillon in Gunsmoke
Clint Eastwood as Rowdy Yates in Rawhide
Paladin Have Gun will Travel
John Wayne in bunches of westerns
the pattern was easy....
The cowboys always win
Hero wears a light hat
Villain is stuck with black hat
Indians never win
TV in the 60’s gave me new terms
Dance hall girl, sage brush, wagon train
I reminisce about the wild west I know
Cara’s on the pull with her mate
And hoping to land a hot date
She spies a fit guy
Who gives her the eye
What happened next made her irate.
His work tag reveals his name’s Jim
She flutters her lashes at him
He says’ move over pet
Canney see TV set’
Her chance of romance sure was grim
Inspired by a true story from a sweet friend,
02/07/22
Andy Griffith and Barney Fife
Aunt Bea
Opie
Father knows Best
Betty and Bud
Kathy called “kitten”
Loretta Young
Dinah Shore
The Lennon Sisters
Bonanza
Adam
Hoss and Little Joe
Sing Along With Mitch
Gary Moore
Ed Sullivan
Wholesome family shows
Until Elvis
Showed up on Ed Sullivan
Our shocked parents
Jumped up and turned off the TV set
But not soon enough
He claims not to be a geek,
Although it has been heard,
That he’s in the science clique.
He denies that he’s a nerd,
But if you quickly check,
His Sci-Fi interest is inferred.
He says he doesn’t like “Star Trek”,
But if you block the TV set,
He’ll often crane his neck.
He says he’s not a dweeb and yet,
Ask him about his PhD,
He’ll know the answer you can bet.
If he’d stop denying it he’d see,
I’m just as big a geek as he!
In my room with its broken latch
There's postcards of hens and foxes
and a disused TV set
There's a collection of analogue cameras
Some I use
Some of my lightbulbs are out
There's a book of Trakl and his Blue Melancholy
and Sylva Plath with her German Mannequins
There's albums out of time
Susan Pilsbury and Jimmy Campbell
You see the past comforts me
There's poetry of my own
some bonded others nestling on my cupboard
I hope to get published soon
Numbers make me anxious.
I see them floating on signs
As I travel the interstate.
They catch my eye sometimes on a TV set.
Five. Nine. Forty-six. Twenty-seven hundred and twelve.
They are on clocks. Parading around like they own places.
8:34 a voice says, grinning at my fear.
Weird since she is a robot voice, and not supposed to be human.
Or have feelings. 9:12 Amazon announces.
I try to get away from numbers, but they follow me. Suffocating me softly.
I never drove a stick shift
Although once, I tried to learn.
I think they’re mostly gone now
And I don’t see their return.
A manual transmission
In some sports cars can be found,
Yet there aren’t many models
For the purists still around.
It’s kinda like a TV set
With knobs you have to turn
Instead of a remote or
An Alexa you can spurn.
Improvements make life easier,
But some wish they’d revive
The older methods that were used
To watch TV or drive.
Our mother was perky in the morning.
It’s the only time of day we ever heard her sing.
She would come into our room and sing “good morning” stuff.
My twin and I would grumble and rumble about it.
How she could be this perky every single morning is a puzzle.
But she was.
Was it the coffee?
Was it her natural tendencies? Who knew?
The cheerier she was, the more grumbly we got.
On school days.
On Saturday mornings we were the perky ones.
Waiting for Underdog on the TV set.
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.
the internet is down
This is an opportunity to clean
to bake
to cook
to sort and wash clothes
I glance at my debris, and wander off, depressed
how soon before the internet is back on?
My husband has no answers.
I click on the tv set
there is no picture.
How can I function with the internet down?
I feel moldy, dank, stagnant.
Like the pile of clothes in my bedroom I do not want to sort.
Confused, I sit in my chair, half alive.
Unsure what to do.
I feel down like the internet.