Sitcoms Poems | Examples

SWINDLER

I've gambled all my money once,
the feelings keeps tingling me,
every time I throw my self at it
it just takes a hold and flings me off the cliff.

I gambled once, but the taste forever more,
I'm now in it's chain, I just want to break free for just once.
I want freedom, I want sitcoms,
this was my life once before i got myself enslaved.

I use to sing nice melodies, never loosing to who don't know me,
forever I had strong bond in wisdom
my forever soon became limited and now I'm living wretched.

Ohh! please free me, whoever can, I plead 
just don't leave me to whatever can consume me. 
I want this life no more, it's devouring 
I want this this path no more, it's misleading, causes me pain and have me bleeding.

I lose to you enough, my life confession,
gambling is not a profession, not even for who want to attain height of professor's.
it's a shame and a transgression
it's not a game, only a killer by passion.

Jerry and Elaine

Jerry 
Comedian rarely contrary.
Among his wacky friends, the voice of reason.
Still he got tossed in jail with them in their final season

Elaine
Confident and vain, she could be a pain.
Although Jerry's ex, she remained his friend,
along with George and kooky Kramer, till the very end.

Oct. 22, 2021
Written about Seinfeld show, one of my favorite sitcoms
for Joseph May's Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest

Grown

i've grown weary
of this story
growing
weary
of this frame
oh so weary
of this cosmos
in which I got this name

and I can't remember why I came

I'm fearful for the leaving
can't seem to quit the game
oh how I love this loathsome body
I carry with me night and day

and when I look into the mirror
I see a stranger face

sweet solace sought in speaking
my wearisome refrain
no rest foreseen in sleeping
if I must wake again
in lukewarm purgatory
on waves that toss and strain
in sitcoms just repeating
weary lines and jokes again

and again

My Best Medicine

These days I feel as if I'm being consumed 
by worry and uncertainty.
Unsure of exactly what to do or whom to see
regarding issues of my health 
has robbed me of the calm that once cradled me
in the nights of my soundest sleep. 

Once I was the epitome of calmness and stability.
Though a bit anxious, I chalked this up to a little nervous "energy."
My feelings rang with gratitude and gladness
although the voice of all my emotions was almost always small.
Laughing loudly, on the other hand, was the sound of my greatest pleasure!

Even today, my emotions are not often loud.
Despite current feelings of betrayal and disappointment, 
and also of great anger,
I rarely bellow.
Feeling often overwhelmed, I muddle through.
I've plenty of nervous energy still.

And almost every day I find time for comedy.
I guffaw loudly at my favorite sitcoms,
remembering that laughter, after all, is the best medicine.


Jan. 4, 2019 for Caren Krutsinger's "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest

Language Or the Kiss

He seems to love the sound of his own voice,
and if he does not get his way, he balks.
A hug from him would make his gal rejoice,
yet little of affection does he give.
For love of science he will always live,
but friendships matter, so he talks and talks!

He’s fond of many things and knows each fact
about his favorite sci-fi shows, and his
use of language naturally is exact.
His gal prefers a kiss to that which he
spews from his mouth, but eccentricity
defines him. She accepts him how he is!

May 9, 2018 for the 'Rhyme Time 3' Contest of Laura Loo
Topic 6 is my title.

Dedicated to the characters Sheldon and Amy from one of my favorite sitcoms: The Big Bang Theory

Funny People

You know the ones,
they are usually smiling
and creating some fun,
be it the class clown
or a family member,
a joker at work who
you'll always remember,
Jerry Lewis in the 
Nutty Professor,
Carol Burnett making
fun of commercials,
funny old sitcoms like
"I Love Lucy," and
"All in the Family,"
and "Everyone Loves
Raymond," and
newer ones like
"The Middle,"
these are the people
and shows I like and appreciate,
because without them
and having no sense of humor
life would be dull at any rate,
so if you find a whoopee
cushion on your seat one day
thank that funny person
for giving you a "lift"
and a  chuckle that day!

P.S. Forgot to mention the people who write funny poems too, you know who you are!:)

Random

Morning lurks
In dark alleys;
Haze presides

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Sunbeams seep
Hazy skies ruin;
Magical sunlight

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Hazy horizons
Smoky dust drifts;
Moody suspensions

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Moody haze
Depressed moods;
Choking smog

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Gratitude smiles
Lazy afternoon;
Sanguine sitcoms

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My darling smiles
Inner sunshine;
Travel talk here

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Random journeys
Mystery calls;
Cites fond journal

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Micro tales
Short and sharp;
Food for thought

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Touch of morning
Evaporated dreams;
Reality check

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Moments of madness
Breezy easy frolic;
Joy mingles cheer

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Old friend departs
Sad moments sum;
Fond feelings linger

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Sleepy moments
Loiter somnolent;
Wake-up call

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Leon Enriquez
13 October 2015
Singapore

My Alien With a Cat's Face

From a planet which must be more fun
than the one called “Third Rock from the Sun,”
came an alien that
had the face of a cat.
In his hands he was holding a stun gun!

“Constellations -for eternity-
In a spaceship I’ve traveled,” said he.
“Though I look like a dork,
I could be a cool Mork!
May I stay? Will you be my Mindy?”

“So you know 80’s sitcoms!” said I.
“You sure are an interesting guy.”
“Yes, he said, “Earth’s TV,
with my technology, I can watch anytime that I fly!”

With this cool alien I now dwell,
and we both get along very well.
He’s no need for his gun,
for with me he has fun
watching shows that we both think are swell.

And we’ve flown now to many a place
like the moon and around all of space.
This guy from afar
is my SUPER STAR.
He’s my alien with a cat’s face.


Written for the Spaceship Contest March 11, 2014

Ties

Ties

Ties
Cat peers through my window,
hazy autumn sky behind.
rooftops slumber
helpless in their elegance.

Patterns from a life far behind.
stamp collections,
meals eaten alone, with others
smiling under cover 
of my song.
Overdue library books,
cobwebs swept from corners.
Spider dashes away: 
"No, don't kill it!"

What does it all mean?
The raincoats, bad sitcoms,
falling in love. 
Dust scattered on an empty sea.
We descend
or rise
free of ties.
Without commutes, vacuums
and unpaid bills.
All this I'm thinking,
as the cat stares.
Wonders why I'm in a cage.
Patters away as I finish my tea
and the day begins.

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All About Ralph

This was quite a challenge!
You could call it - My potpourri!
It will give other "Soupers", a little glimpse,
of what it is that makes me - me!

I spent 21 years in the Air Force. 
One year in Vietnam.
Been to several Foreign Countries,
thanks to Uncle Sam!

I love classic country music,
like Jim Reeves and Johnny Cash.
I enjoy the older sitcoms,
like "Golden Girls" and "MASH"!

What's my favorite movie?
"Driving Miss Daisy", I must say!
My favorite singer is, Dean Martin,
even though he passed away.

Meatballs and Spaggetti,
that's my favorite dish.
I kinda favor, Italian food,
but I sure do not, like fish!

Baseball hats, on backwards,
and drivers on their "cell",
Tattoos, lip and nose rings,
bug me all-to-Hell!

I love golf and watching baseball.
I'm a die-hard Yankee fan.
I love to snack on Oreo cookies,
and "Cadbury chocolate, when I can!

I have an addiction to cruising.
December is when I go.
It's on "Royal Caribbean" or "Carnival" lines,
for the last 10 years in a row! 

Ralph Taylor
05/23/12

100

If Lucille Ball had lived, she'd be one hundred today.
Many people were devastated when she passed away.
She and Desi Arnaz started a studio called Desilu.
They produced Star Trek and several other shows too.

It turns out that Mrs. Ball was a Leo like me.
She was a big fan of Three's Company.
When she starred in those sitcoms, she had much appeal.
Happy one hundredth birthday, Lucille.

(DEDICATED TO LUCILLE BALL WHO DIED APRIL 26, 1989.)

Insomnia

Walking hand in hand
In the TV Land
midnight comedy
maybe later
we should be blessed
with a never ending advertisement
directed at
consumers like you..
An apparatus of sitcoms
til early next morning
Marathon mayhem
Advertisement addiction
Brainwashing bombardment
   listen
     watch
   listen
     watch
   buy
  buy
 buy
consume
*power*
    d r e a m . . .
freedom.

Yellow

It’s how I learned to laugh at the moonlight, and reuse reusable things
Save electricity, and like the color yellow.

She’s the woman behind the pearl clip-on earring,
And white cake with butter cream frosting

I know why I love cold days and rainy nights, 
When her smirk of needlessness to go out wades sitcoms in.

All the potpourri flowers can’t last to her fragrance,
Crimson satin drawer pillows and apple peels, perfect ripe ribbons,
Roses, and dove soap, 
Fried egg sandwiches on crumb-free bread.

Grass on her lawn holds no candle to green,
Compare to her field of long-stem billowing tulips 
Her great beauty, her yellow buds of glory.
    

  -Jess

Wendy

You gave great performances on Are you being served.
You were very pretty and you had fantastic curves.
When it came to your talent, you had no bounds.
People are sad because you're no longer around.
You starred as Miss Brahms over thirty years ago.
You brought laughter to millions on those shows.
When you got cancer, it must have been really scary.
Your fns mourned when you died last February.
I'm going to buy all of those AYBS shows on DVD.
You starred in one of the best sitcoms on the BBC.

(DEDICATED TO WENDY RICHARD WHO DIED FEBRUARY 20, 2009.)

Plasma Picks

My remote control taunts my mortal sloth
Pale light pulses, pulling me like a moth
Such a vast plethora beckoning me
Urging to decide what I long to see

I’ve got cop dramas to test my mettle
Cooking shows to inspire my kettle
Sporting events to tackle my spare time
Or dark sci-fi flicks spewing viscous slime
Game shows and rodeos can rope up greed
News scripts concocted to force a stampede
Travel shows touring streets of dead cities
Perhaps senate and house subcommittees
Cartoon madness might play to tickle me
Maybe sitcoms could work to pickle me
Animal shows and bridezillas abound
My mind still pictures a betrothed bloodhound

Those reality shows cause me to itch
Never mind--I think I’ll hit the off switch

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