Television Set Poems | Examples

Will November Feel the Same?

It is September and I am still tired
    still yearning for change that I know won’t come
    still searching for some kind of a feeling
through a pile of fallen leaves,     this ground
definitely seems to have hardened now
because the grass doesn’t blow in the wind
like it used to, and I don’t feel the same, 
either.  But it’s okay and I’m okay.
     I’m afraid my bones will freeze this winter
and I’ve grown rather tired of searching
    through all of these dead leaves on October’s
hardened ground. I think my heart feels the same. 
Burdened and buried yet benevolent. 
    I’ve tried to dust off the decorations
but it collects like tears on my pillow
late at night when the storm pounds within me
like rain on my picture window, it looks
as if the clouds are breaking up, but no,
they haven’t. October looms before me
like those ghosts on the television set,
except I am frightened by this sure scene
before me.     Will November feel the same?

Anti-Poem - Dry Ice and Cologne

a blue chevy impala basks in a suburban driveway
like a beached whale it oozes gases and black oils 
its seeping white walls beg for rubber movements
little boy inside the house sits on a pleated couch
he watches the setting sun through a screen door
fat mother stirs pudding in a wall-papered kitchen
smoking father works a tv guide crossword puzzle
he flicks white hot dust into a crystal glass ashtray
the corner television set transmits black and white
cathode rays of a half-naked wrestler pinned down
the destroyer with mask on lifts his victorious arms

little boy hears calliope music in the green distance
the ice cream man comes with dry ice and cologne 
still three blocks away he makes another long stop
fat mother fries bloody meats in a fiery blue skillet 
she turns on boss radio to hear elvis sing the blues
little boy goes to the admiral and turns the channel
bishop sheen appears in black cursing the darkness
skipper frank implores the kids to brush after meals
tennessee tuxedo chases tiger tornado to megapolis
smoking father finishes a tv guide crossword puzzle
the ice cream man arrives with dry ice and cologne

I Keep My Eyes Open

I have my red electric blanket, a real joy. 
My husband has his baby mattress frog
Kitty has her fluffy big-eyed baby toy. 
A stuffed headless tiger is comfort to our dog.

Supper fed and comfortable, we live our life our way. 
We curl up in our spots, in front of the television set.
Kitty keeps her baby close at hand, but what can I say?
Now there is another headless animal thanks to Big Gray.

Big Gray is a puppy, and a professional chewer for sure.
He does not understand boundaries, but his heart is pure.
If he goes after Kitty’s baby, there will be the devil to pay.
So, I keep my eyes open, whenever Big Gray heads that way.

Loud To Death

You tell me i am loud

So much so i could restart the pulse of the dead

So what if i am ?

I am what is says on the tin

Would you rather me dead ?

What if i was only a voice in your head ?

Dangling your heart on a thread

Because God wasn't willing to share

Would you be willing to put up with me then ?

And stare at me back like the very
first time that we met

So you tell me i am loud 

And it passes right over my head

As currently i listen to you as you do to i

With a microwave burning a hole in our laps

In fits and pieces over the din of our
black and white television set

Till i can't even remember the last time
it took me more than a minute to make
up our bed 

Or you made me feel anything at all

Let's call this what it is

Two lonely people who happend to fall in love

Once upon a time

For all the wrong reasons

And now blame each other for it

Hard To Bare and Have To Repair

Although this might be  hard to bare,
Breaks and breaches have to repair;
Together bring;
Start to sing;
God will remove each worry and fear.

For some may have been last breath;
Body was motionless caused by death;
Be prepared;
God cared;
For us in heaven will be much wealth.

We may be old  but still well groomed;
Government caused us to be doomed;
Six foot rule;
A great tool;
Much fear and frustrated has loomed.

Are places in world where we went;
God always would have His consent;
We will do things;
Happiness brings;
Bible may explain all that He meant.

should always shiver
then she would have to quiver
child did deliver


animals in field had grazed
gracious God everyday praised
were always amazed

things did endeavor
were always cute and clever
would float like feather

Instead of worrying while you fret,
You should turn off  television set,
Hear no more;
Quiet on shore,
As we do become deeper in debt

Rabbit Ears

Black and white television set
First one in the neighborhood

Rabbit ears adjusting the reception
Rotating dial to change channels

Kiddie cartoons and Roy Rogers
Weekly ritual of Saturday mornings

Much talked about Sunday nights
Ed Sullivan his prestigious guests

Staying up past our bedtime
Honeymooners and I Love Lucy



AP: 1st place 2022

Posted on March 9, 2020

Satire

Before the black man's turmoil was his foster
And race amongst them was an imposter too
No wonder I grew to watch from a black and
White television set... from infancy to juvenile

Ages had past, each day break Ma got rinsed
Busking became a hobby... Never was I eager
To question the brother's ill treat, I grew too,
To acknowledge his inflictions and incursions

Now that I had proudly waved the colonial fleet
As the show got clear and clearer, letting off
By-gones be by-gones another race was being
Bred... Blackism rose. Brothers upon brothers.

The spirit of Madhibha never sort Xenophobia
Zulu ramps BaShona, Mfecane of the 21st century
Africa now a war zone tribe against tribe awry...
Nehanda was this your plight Ma? Clues I thirsty for.

Television

Today at six I tuned my television set
To gaze attentively... Propaganda they
All say and that today I could testify to
The spelt evil. The vision telegrammed.

To no avail the brother that was caught 
In betwixt the shooting and rampages
Of the commuters was not screened...
Yet they say no to press censorship too

I later realised that I had no saying even 
When terrorised by my own. So absurd 
And my groans never impact the comrade
Even the commissar so reluctant to my plea.

Audio Emmisions

Hear that sound coming from your
television set
Government warning: This is not a test!
There’s no music rocking 
from your radio
Only the shrill alert of an emergency signal
indicating transmission shutdown
Better put on an aluminum tin foil hat
to block out the penetrating EM waves
Unauthorized dark-net instructions
rapidly rappelling  
over your cranial firewall
Audio emissions
spiking an intrusive breach
Fertile mind-control conditions,
activate the patriotic sleeper sells
Keep the pocketbook within reach
You never thought to ask
how did you get that small scar
on the side of your neck
When you went to the doctor
for a regular checkup visit
Anesthesia clouds your memory,
microchip implantation
not put on your medical history
Audio emissions
now have put someone else
in control of you
Stay on script to the program,
that’s all you can do
Can no longer block 
the high-tech matrix
noise pollution coming through
Audio emissions
have made a human robot out of you

The Exposure

Riches advertise the rich
on bill board of selfishness
Power is a wind-driven canoe
that drowns the brutal
Poverty is the television set
that exposes rot of heart
in society that cares not

It Is Quiet Tonight

It is quiet tonight.
The only sound is coming from
the soft murmur of the television set.
I don't know why I don't just put it on mute.
I don't want to hear what they have to say,
but I guess it is better than the sound
           of silence which is deafening. 
It hurts my ears, it hurts my heart.

Yesterday I was happy, but that was before,
before I stepped into the dark abyss.
I think I may have been pulled in 
           by the apathy of death. 
Death has such long arms.
I won't ask why, I know everyone must die.
But you left on a happy day, a day we were
making plans, and I had hope, 
       hope that we still had time,
                    time to share those plans.
You made me laugh until I cried that day,
        and then death swooped in 
                      and took it all away.
It is so quiet tonight.

© Connie Marcum Wong
8-27-16

August 10, 2016 Poem of the Day

That Most Addicting Drug

Among humans it's the most addicting drug
We embrace it everyday more than a hug
It has made most people wack
Ever since it was white and black
Today everyone can use it
For games, shows, and music
We can watch it in our homes and our cars
It's in our schools and our bars
There are those whose highs are illegal
Which they get through a joint, straw, or needle
Oh but this drug takes us for a repetitive ride
As we sit there taking it in with our eyes wide
And your children take it while sitting on the rug
The television set is that most addicting drug

Christmas Holiday

Last christmas was hilarity filled family holiday,
Watching India verus Australia- perfect match of the day.

On the television set score was two-one-one for nine,
But then our joy mode just switched off to injury time.

We soon forgot everything about the sport,
When a tiny ant quietly crawled inside my brother’s  short.

Meanwhile cricket match got over and India lost,
And I was looking at it while designing my yule cake with frost.

Shame on me!
I was watching all this with a glee.

Let this time Bah hambug!
And may he not again struggle with any ant,insect or bugs. 



*bah hambug(as used in Christmas charol movie)- let this time passes away and this person get back his holiday cheers.

An Old House

My family is an old house:
Dad is the fireplace, which keeps us all warm.
Mom is the food, which keeps us all fed.
Paco, the Chihuahua is the television set, which provides us all with entertainment.
Kiki, the cat is the radio in the house, which makes a lot of noise.
My grandfather is the refrigerator, which stores all of our essential needs in life.
My uncle Joe is the propane tank of the house, which stores all the gas needed for the stove.
My Aunt Shana is the door of the house, which lets viewers in.
My uncle Larry is the propane tank filler which feeds the tank the gas needed for the stove.
Lulu, the pug is the carpet of the house, which keeps all of our feet warm
Sweetheart, the pug is the tile floor, which provides us something hard to walk on.
My cousin, Johnathan is the main bedroom, which people look at with awe.
My cousin Eric, is the insulation, which keeps any sound from escaping, 
My grandma Eastridge is the walls of the house that keeps it warm.
My Grandpa Eastridge is the shape of the house, which people see first.
I am the foundation and the framework which keeps the house from crumbling

The Needle Exchange

The needle exchange


The junk don’t kill no pain
The junk inside wears a mascaraed  
The junk relies on a needle striking a vein 
The junk denies why you are afraid
The junk will make your mind insane
The junk is a hell with a dancing band and a show parade
The junk is you when I look and you’re estranged

The junk takes you far away
The junk will survive while leaving an empty stage
The junk lets you always pay
The junk supplies and kills all your rage
The junk tears a whole today
The junk is staring at a television set and the sun is a cage
The junk takes your life and for nothing you’ve exchanged

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