If television is chewing gum for the eyes,
as this architect would have us think,
can you walk and chew gum at the same time
or would it put your TV on the blink?
But what if radio is bubble gum for the ears,
as is my personal perception,
would you be forever blowing big ones
or would it interfere with the reception?
Yogi Bear to me is as close as family
Out in the backroads of my youth
Grew with me through the years
I’ll always have that soft spot in my heart
destined for stardom
I appear on local news
rollers in my hair
ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
“When you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose-colored glasses…”Jordana Brewster
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In memory’s soft glow,
the TV screen flickers alive,
time stretches like taffy,
the theme song lingers, a melody
transporting me through the portal of childhood.
The laughter of a cartoon,
the adventure of a western,
the wisdom of a sitcom,
a sprinkle of magic dust,
and suddenly, the mundane was extraordinary.
In the sepia tones of nostalgia,
I find a bittersweet truth:
the rose-colored glasses
tint the past with warmth,
softening the edges of reality.
those moments, though fleeting,
are the roots of who I am,
the laughter still lingers,
and the magic?
It lives on, like a rerun.
my love life
is a flash of television
movies
reruns
and a bit of news
it's all on screen
and
i'm the outsider
looking in
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The View
the ladies on The View
really have no clue
their words tumble out
most times with a shout
they think they have talent
but ABC’s money isn’t well spent
even if they were half way intelligent
their words might make some sense
if I wanted to watch some dumb cows
I would sooner go to a farm and browse
why they are on tv
is way beyond me
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tv in the fifties altering weekend rituals
one set in the neighbourhood
streetboys sitting around the famous indian head
for their fill of saturday morning cartoons
sci-fi flash gordon and i love lucy
allowed to stay up on sunday nights
to watch the old ed sullivan show
always one appointed volunteer
to get up and change the channel or adjust the volume
another to finetune the rabbit ears
to fix reception and remedy the dreaded snow
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A Blunderbirds fan Knows E Parker
Had christened his yappy pup Harker
Neighbours caused a riot
Cos it’s never was quiet
With hindsight it's name should be Barker
Throughout a program playing so
Or the streaming of a show,
Commercials advertise the new...
Broadcasting to me and you.
Only seconds long, they toss
Their message out to get across.
Straightforward - sometimes with humour
To appeal to the consumer.
Marketed products for sale...
New lines of recent retail.
Variations of a flavour
Or something similar to savour.
Through jingles and spoken word...
Business making itself heard.
Near future events of outing
Made aware of - without shouting.
Samples of what can be seen
Coming soon to the big screen.
What television has in store
On channels, services and more.
Commercials may often employ
A sense of delay and annoy.
Still, their purpose is promotion...
It is our choice to make notion.
They have no roots to anchor them;
Forsaken guides that steady them.
They toss and toil, burn midnight oil,
and hide the spurs that anger them.
What cast spell did paralyze?
Electric glow in fearful eyes,
From dusk to dawn, they linger on,
From standing faith to bed of lies.
Oh glory lost! How far we've strayed,
From paths of light to twilight's fade.
We've wandered blind, with sullen mind,
In weary souls' nocturnal shade.
Hark! River calls, to all who sleep,
Come plant your roots in waters deep.
There is no toil, in fertile soil,
And trust the Lord your soul to keep.
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I saw a commercial on TV about some guy teaching younger people how not to be their parents. I started thinking, maybe this is what’s wrong with America. We no longer act like our parents did. This trainer was trying to stop a shopper from doing things like complimenting the butcher and seeking the manager to report ‘Brian in produce’, for his excellent customer service. In each situation, the ‘trainer’ told him that it was inappropriate behavior. This commercial was telling us that it’s perfectly ok to be rude, inconsiderate, and wasteful. To yell at the butcher for not doing something, that is probably against the rules, but don’t dare compliment someone on doing a good job. If only there was a rule somewhere to tell us the proper way to act. Something like, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Or how about, “Honor thy Father and thy Mother.” Wouldn’t that be great?
When did we forget
how to be nice to others—
I guess when God died
yet his gait was limiting
to the harvest of shadows around him
breathing whatever air was there
at the time
and since his writing
caught no-one's attention
and colourful birds may have flown overhead
those television days
although perfect
were over
The furniture was rearranged,
to make sure there was space,
and suddenly the radiogram,
had moved to second place.
Now we would have Thunderbirds,
Star Trek and man on the moon,
Tomorrow’s World had landed,
right there in the living room.
And no-one in the family,
could really disagree,
with the magic or excitement,
of our black and white TV.
There was a note of caution though,
when mum to our surprise,
said, “don’t complain to me,
if you end up with square eyes…”.
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