Best Television Poems

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
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Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
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I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting
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Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation
right across the border from the liquor store
and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week
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What you have heard is true. I was in his house.
His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His
daughter filed her nails, his son went out for the
night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol
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The old South Boston Aquarium stands
in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.
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Not a "window on the world"
But as we call you,
A box a tube
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I sit and look at photographs of relations that used to be,
Some I remember from childhood, some related more distantly,
Their faces often smiling, or serious and stern,
Some looking very peaceful and gentle in their turn.
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My friends all know that I am shy,
But the chipmunk is twice and shy and I.
He moves with flickering indecision
Like stripes across the television.
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It's wonderful how I jog
on four honed-down ivory toes
my massive buttocks slipping
like oiled parts with each light step.
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September

Powerlines along my path bristled
with electric fire, scorching
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First snow atop the hill
sends a chill to the spine
it melts down all hopes
for the morning sunshine
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The needles of time, it is so really right,
You can’t get it back, it just passes by.
When you’re in a rush, you find it slips by,
When you’re doing nothing, it always respites.
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I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run,
in our motel room half-way through
Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, past
the importance of beauty.,
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The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog
Uncurling over the tainted city river,
A young girl rowing and her anxious father
Scavenging for corpses. Funeral meats. The clever
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The mail truck goes down the coast
Carrying a single letter.
At the end of a long pier
The bored seagull lifts a leg now and then
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Apprehension of the unknown,
In the atmosphere of bar room tension,
Men sitting on long stools, with no time for fools,
On the counter, pint glasses full and half full,
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Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings --

they cause the eyes to melt
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That afternoon the dream of the toads
rang through the elms by Little River
and affected the thoughts of men,
though they were not conscious that
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He walks among the stars
A star in his own right
His spirit is restless
Adjusting to new home
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I think I shall bundle up
and take a walk on this winter night
and escape the news anchors delivering the news
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Vegetables on the chopping board
Inaugurate a television recital..
I chop chop
Recital going on
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(For the girls) - Scene - Bedroom.
Television On.

Who wants hot-rocking
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The man who had never heard of Frank Sinatra: he lived
A perfectly ordinary life in America. Born in 1915,
He followed all the fads, read the newspapers, listened
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Earth no longer
hymns the Creator,
the seven days of wonder,
the Garden is over —
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I can see your boarding house now,
A spacious, two-storied bungalow
That overlooked the blue-water harbour.
Your rambling house had good prospects.
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He reads my latest attempt at a poem
and is silent for a long time, until it feels
like that night we waited for Apollo,
my mother wandering in and out of her bedroom, asking,
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Do not believe
because you read it in a book
Do not believe
because you saw it on television
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Tom said, ” My! Dearest Friend Hick,
Why do you appear so weak and sick?
Do you have any major stress? ,
You seem to be in a great distress.'
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THE DREAM

This has nothing to do with war
or the end of the world. She
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the sky sinks its blue teeth
into the mountains.

Rising on pure will
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We live here because the houses
are clean, the lawns run
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I watch it
Morning, day and night
The plasma screens are quite a sight
Soap Operas, Reality Shows, Movies
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Serum of steam rising from the cup,
what comfort to be known personally by Barbara,
her perfect pouring hand and starched ascot,
known as the two easy eggs and the single pancake,
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Not have another cigarette, you surely must be jesting
It is my sense of humour that you can only be testing
You obviously don't realise that without them I cannot function
I must have them before breakfast, after dinner and after luncheon
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Food and Football
Fantastic combination,
Fans excited, thrilled,
Fun filled evening!
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Where am I going? Isn't this the question that
filters into most of our minds? I have spent my

life questioning the borders erected around me.
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Hello Bob, it's Archie, me telly's on the blink
Without me telly on it's even hard for me to think
I watch it of an evening snuggled up beneath me doona
Can you come round. Not later, I'd rather it were sooner
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POEMHUNTER.COM
Or
Long Live Poetry
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There was a time I could say no one I knew well had died. This is not to suggest no one died. When I was eight my mother became pregnant. She went to the hospital to give birth and returned without the baby.
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Science, Arts, Culture have been developed today,
Train, bus, vehicles are available that remove bay.
People of today use goggles, and goggle-box,
Some of are intelligent and some are fox. [1]
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This girl comes from New York
but she does not belong.
Along the neon lights, this girl
runs away from herself.
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But a tree has
a long suffering shapeIs
spread in half
by 2 limbed fate
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He stood all of 5 feet 5 inches,
A legend in his own underpants
Vainly displaying his credentials
Of a rolling pin and soup spoon.
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The Farmer's Market, by the tracks
was where you'd buy from hornet's wax
to octopus and chestnut pie
all things that would be, to a guy
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Those old communists – the ones in the
triumphant revolutionary posters with
broad shoulders and eyes on the horizon
where the sun is rising on a better world,
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Two Niggers, talking to a Jew,
An Asian man listening in.
Dance the hate.
Feel the verb.
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टेलीविज़न
मूल कविता: रोएल्ड डह्ल
हिंदी अनुवाद रजनीश मंगा द्वारा
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Have you ever had this horrid ordeal:
listening to a learning-musician feel …
his or her way through a new selection, ]
striving every H O U R to reach music-perfection?
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Portrait
Rema Prasanna
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I must confess:
once I turned fifty,
I began talking to
television newscasters
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They've been to the moon and back six times, no less
Got dropped off and picked up, I was impressed
For many years, I never questioned this outstanding feat
Didn't even know others thought there had been a deceit
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The phone rang in the middle of the Fairbanks night and was always a
wrong number for the Klondike Lounge. Not here, I'd say sleepily. Different
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My list of things to do
just seems to keep growing longer.
Keep your office clean,
make Bill's coffee stronger
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Last year, I took time to visit my old aunt
In my village in Kerala.
Though I had a short period of stay
I had decided to squeeze in a visit to my aunt's house.
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I never laughed any harder in my life, not about anything or at anytime.

We were watching a television show called “Worlds Most Amazing Animal Videos”
Boredom became bedlam the instant the Border Collie segment aired.
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The Road to Success
We all want to walk on the road of success
But do you day by day measure your progress
Do you have a vision?
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(some information taken
from “American Profile”,
Feb.17-23,2008)
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The man lies in his armchair,
Ignorant.
Asleep, two dozen beer cans
Scattered about him
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I love fonts
I love calligraphy too
Each letter has its own soul
I couldn't stop writing
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On a fine morning, she died

-like in the chick flicks, and ‘don't-know-how-to-end-it' romance novels.
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The sky opens up before your eye
And the rain comes pouring from the sky.
There's an old tree tap-tap-tapping on the door;
It's that tap-tap-tapping you abhor.
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A present for Asmodeus(the prince of demons) on Halloween


A person with a look that’s proud
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Because the past five months
of chicken wings, television,
nostalgia, and stale beer
began splitting the seams of my
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They had kept me imprisoned there for three full days,
In that sparse, solitary room, of scarce sunshine rays.

Having good food to eat, had never been a problem;
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Over-population, Over-population
The masses engage in mass copulation
The gases of the masses spell out pollution
Let us condemn the nations!
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John Henry (Tripp) Isenhour III is a real jerk,
He was at the Grand Cypress Golf course,
Where he had been taping a television when there was a sound,
Not a “Fore”,
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Don't think too much;
day-dream more,
that makes you
smarter, if you believe in it.
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Whenever I discover what an idiot I’ve been,
I turn to television — “Oh screen of wonders, flick me
on and off like an appliance,” I implore it
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I

The leaves of blue came drifting down.
In the corner Madeleine Reierbacher was reading Lorna Doone.
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O’ Mother, Cow
We call you by this name,
Respectfully
And we fight for your life
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I have a lovely cat,
Kitty is her name.
Seeing a moving ball,
She likes to play a game.
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After 72 years from radio to the dawn of television,
Before yours truly graced the face of this earth,
A soap will have its demise come this fall.
It CBS’s decision,
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Beaming a Beatle tune, Across the Universe, is a fanciful idea,
It will take 431 years, at the speed of light, to reach the star of the north,
Permission was given by all those involved to NASA,
It will be beamed like satellite television is to today,
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Even though you’re minuscule,
we call you a macromolecule.
The brainchild of Watson and Crick,
you make our biological clocks tick.
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My love is too much-
it embarrasses you-
blood, poems, babies,
red needs that telephone
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I wish to God that I had been in a situation that I didn't have to know
anything about her at all. That I had never seen her again after she threw
my hand off her like that. That being why I was a danger to myself or another-
that I touched somebody suggestively when they did not want to be touched.
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Politics these days has such crazy-quilt aspects to it, it is difficult to figure out what is going on.
The Blue Dog democrats lost whose very existence made people wonder if the democrats were Dogs or Donkeys. I say both.

Similarly, the Republicans have become confused with being a mighty
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The silent youth,
Never speaking a word,
Jumping at movements, not sound,
And looking constantly glum,
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Emptiness is not a disease.
It's a state of mind.
A perspective.
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What the Hell was That?

I was walkin home late last nite,
I heard this weird noise,
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Every body has a story, stories involving hurt and harm to the body and therefore the mind and the actual physical structures in the body.

Body stories are the way in which the body reacts to trauma both physical and mental.
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World governments conspire, their grip to maintain.
With calculated moves, their plans unfold,
Controlling minds, their intentions bold.
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The Sunday

April 29,2018,6: 49 AM
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Hurray! Hip, hip hurray! At the dawn of the era -
Man made a vehicle and it - a factoid,
Man made a television and he - an anthropoid!
Man made an engine, and he - a humanoid,
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It's not easy to address you. There is so much going on within you, yet you present no form. You are the ground under the feet of things. You are not just neutral, featureless groundstuff. You have tendrilled rootlets; you have a tangle of fibers like a blanket of horsehair felt. You are a tapestry of grit, humus, rhizomes, bacteria, worms, nematodes, woodlice, grubs and things we don't yet know about. Any ground from which things emerge must be fertile. Being fertile means that you have secrets of internal circulation. You have interlocking metabolic cycles; you balance thousands of enzyme reactions in homeostasis. How can I start telling about what has already been accomplished- -all the things we take as given when we make our departures? You are not some homogenous, dark, passive stuff. You differ according to the platform that has been achieved. You are a quilt made with a hundred patches of cloth, but in sleep we only feel your warmth. You differ in all your ways of mothering us. Sometimes you are the formal matrix, where we solve the new formula or postulate an elegant theorem. When we understand the new theorem, we see it was built into your matrix of rules from the start. Sometimes you enclose us in your incubation chamber, feeding our embryonic ferment with your richness, and isolating us from the storms and shocks outside. When we stay too long, this is not always good for us.
You are as busy inside as the snow on a television screen. But your snow is not seen, because all the dots follow each other within you. You have completed the community of your inner agents; you have tied the strands of flow together; you have joined the knots into a carpet for our feet.
You exist as the celtic knot of living fabric. The moment when your labyrinth came together must have been accompanied by a breakthrough of light, but we cannot see past your 'darkness'.
In one of its wonderfully elliptical insights, the Book of Changes characterizes you as something 'simple' that 'clumps together'. This simplicity means you are so well woven we come along and simply use you as a fabric. You 'clump together' because integration is what you eternally offer.
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I live with silence an old friend at home;
no talk back radio for me; no television channels;
no talking on a smartphone, only a proven landline.
Thus my days go by in pauses, restarts, and quiet.
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Somewhere near the year of my birth,
The entire nation yearned for a change,
not in direction, not in respect, more in reflection
and no more of this nonsense.
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'How many days to sky blue
how deep is down under,
I wonder' she said
'What is up
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Today of all days
I get up before the birds,
as if I have someplace to be.
For some reason
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f there were no God
There would be no beauty
No scorching heat nor howling wind
No fallen leaves and stormy seas
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I have two beautiful children
Was it excellent? A daughter and a son
The chubby twelve yrs old is Pim
The younger 9 is a bit slim, Pete is the other one
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Under Delhi's cloudless, cerulean blue sky,
Our Leader,
Sporting a victorious orange turban,
Walked to his seat through India Gate,
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What is left to say
About our humdrum daily lives?
Monday to Sunday all year round
In time manufactured by mankind.
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I have a fortunate fate that there is no
living being yet on the other planet
otherwise I would have been too assertive
and my candy- love would have started to
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Doordarshan (2)

9th Asian Games of Nineteen Eighty Two
Was a major feat from DD for me & you
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A bedtime story about Bluebeard
all the wives on meat hooks
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Ten million people each with their problems
Why should anyone care?
They would only stop to gawk or stare
I see the city lights all around me
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It has taken a long time to learn that I’ve learned absolutely nothing
My empty brain, my evacuated heart and my abandoned arms
Exhibitions all,
Of my now deficient and completely inaccessible attention to detail
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