I watch the TV show The Voice and laugh off my pantaloons
The judges are hilarious, better than cartoons or old buffoons
People ask me all the time why I love this singing show so much
Because II am a part of the judging panel, feeling completely in-touch.
one Halloween under a magical well of ink
a string of philosopher’s opinions made you think
placed there in a way that was less than rinky dink
by a savvy witch with a familiar named Twink
This witch Lulu was at the edge of her brink
You re free to ask Twink or her other pet Mink
Lulu’s dour attitude was not in the pink
I cannot speak ill of her Mink said with a wink
Not as loyal was a chubby kitty named Zinc
We spoke to her about Lulu at Length
our reporter discovered they had no kind of link
but it was put into a TV show anyway, I think
FBI gun battle is on TV
rounds I’ve counted so far are fifty-three
Only the bad guys are on the ground
Seal team of eight, still safe and sound
All the TV shows tell me he feels the same,
When in reality I know he doesn’t,
In all the romance movies I watch how the girl gets the guy,
I know someday I’ll end up with someone,
Today is just not that day,
And he’s not the guy I will end up with,
I know it,
He knows it,
Everyone knows it,
Yet there is this tiny feeling that I want to see where it would go,
Even if it’s just me telling him about my feelings,
Everything returning to normal,
And never speaking of it again,
Sometimes I want to text him,
Tell him I want to hang out,
But whenever I think about it I feel like a stalker,
I’ve never felt like this before,
I don’t know what to do around him,
Do I smile?
Do I maintain eye contact when he looks back at me?
Or do I just pretend he isn’t in the same room as me?
Every door is open,
The universe is giving thousands of options,
I’m too scared to take any of them,
I seem to want him,
But not wanting the risk of getting hurt,
I guess that’s normal,
I hate feeling like this and not being brave enough to do anything about it.
Night is pending.
Not even the most anxious
can avoid time.
Day after day I dread the
the death of nothing
that the night spawns.
The TV becomes my
best friend~
a window of light
in the abyss.
Old TV shows
are brighter than
the new.
Tonight I choose
The Andy Griffith Show.
I put my earphones in,
and turn the volume down
(on the off chance
sleep embraces me)
and I embrace my fate.
I watch.
It's strange.
I feel a peculiar force
tugging at the corners
of my mouth.
The opposite of gravity.
A sensation that pulls
upward.
I had forgotten the feeling.
I laugh inside,
but for a different reason
than my body is currently
reacting to.
It seems even the most
sleep-deprived,
fear stricken
low in life
sickos
can't keep themselves
from smiling at
the infamous
Don Knotts
On TV the hero lifts a man to his shoulders
Hoists him up and walks eight miles through the woods
I cannot even lift my seventy-two-pound dog to my shoulder
Did the camera man help him get that guy up there
Or is this a dummy dressed like the hero’s sidekick?
I ponder this and thousands of other things as I watch the screen.
Captain Picard enters his quarters
after a hard day on the bridge, the
Enterprise had left Klingon space
Tea, Earl Grey, hot
The replicator whirred inaudibly
Damn it!
Cup!
CUP!
Water, soapy, hot
The replicator responded again
Damn it!
Red alert!
April 29—The sense of an ending… End of Trump Reality TV Show?
While watching the Trump trials
I sense an ending
To the Trump Reality TV show.
As he is revealed to be
What he is
Nothing but a charlatan
A con man, a grifter.
And he is not the King
Not a dictator, and not a genius,
He seems to be just a tired old man
Finally being held accountable.
For decades of alleged misconduct
Fraudulent business and political
Crimes including inciting a riot.
Stealing national secrets
And so many over.
Yet the polls show
He could become our next President
Perhaps I am seeing the end
Of democracy playing out
On my TV screen?
Dear God I pray
Make it all go way
Retire Trump from the game
take him now with you.
There is a song I know
It's a poem in its own right
I cannot describe it to you
Without the melody sounding trite
I have no way to say it
But to you I implore
Listen to the Avatar's Love
And stay with me forevermore
Don’t wake him up yet! Shansi said with a snicker.
Orinoco needs his sleep, for his soft-hearted ticker!
So Great Uncle Bulgaria gave Orinoco fifteen minutes more.
But then you have to leave for school, he said. Right out the door!
Miss Adelaide will be waiting, and you know she is fine.
This school mistress wanted the Wombles there in good time.
Tobermory had to fix Bungo’s bike before they could leave.
Bungo had a fine idea to put on a weird new blowing sleeve.
Tomsk was raring to go, he loves to drive through the woods.
Yazz told them to wait up, she had to primp up her girly goods.
Wellington lagged a bit, for he has such a scientific mind.
He stops along the way to gather everything that he can find.
I am on the phone with Mrs. Kravitz.
You remember her.
Samantha's snoopy neighbor on the TV Show Bewitched.
Oh, you weren't alive in the sixties?
Follow along.
Here is her dialogue.
What is going on?
No telling what this is about.
It is a door to door solicitor, she tells me.
I take care of the neighbors.
He had better not be going over there!
Her elderly neighbor pays her in Valium if she shoos the salesmen away.
I hear her door open.
Slow down Mass Whole!
I’m calling the cops on that one, she tells me.
This is two seconds after telling me she had threatened yet another doctor.
I’ll have his license! She told me. I reported him to the medical board.
It is a wonder she has not been hunted down yet.
David and Ricky were cute, at best
Bud Anderson was a clueless pest
But that enduring, fun rascal
our dear Eddie Haskell
provided a refreshing, honest zest!
On A Lim Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
from the TV show "Leave It To Beaver"
Dog’s crew is following him out the Bounty Hunter Office Door
Where his beloved Beth resides no more
They follow him into houses, apartments, culverts and ditches.
When they come for you, I wonder if your sixth sense itches?
Dog says “GO!” and they chase their man down.
After handcuffing, Dog talks to him, on the way to town.
He calls him “Brother,” and gives him a cigarette too.
They usually end up respecting him when their time together is through.
Dog’s crew is his sons, his friends, his nephew, his daughter, Michelle.
They will chase a man down for days, a woman sometimes as well.
It is a company business, and everyone on Hawaii who is hooked on Ice,
Looks over their shoulder for the cops, and Dog with his sage advice.
The show is spectacular, it keeps me riveted to my seat.
If I was in Hawaii Dog the Bounty Hunter I would have to meet!
However, it would have to be under the right circumstances of course.
Dog and his crew are such a formidable, determined, driving force!
I love the furniture flipper shows
Where people buy old furniture, fix it up
And sell it for hopefully a profit
The furniture I love often remains unsold
Whereas the items I think will never sell
Are usually the first things to be purchased
As these flippers repurpose and recreate furniture
I wonder how in the world they can use azure and lime
Not realizing their brilliance until the product is complete
It is rare that I do not truly like at least one of their products
I can watch these shows for hours. Amazed at talents of others
Loving the risk takers who fearlessly create new out of old.
scary tv show
terrified by forensics
paralysed in place
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.