Channel Surfing
good at
flicking
through channels
flicking
through life
without focus
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I so rarely turned down a role, that I can't say I have any regrets in that regard. There were many roles that I would rather not have done, but having a home and family requires that we sometimes do things we would rather not. I have done a few roles that I've never watched, and if I happen to be flicking through channels and one pops up, I quickly move on. It's hard enough to sustain some self confidence without being reminded of things we'd rather not revisit but, in the end, it comes with the territory.
quote by Terry O'Quinn
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Golden Oldies.
GOLDEN OLDIES ALL OVER THE WORLD SET OUT EACH DAY FOR A MORNING RUN
FOR SOME IT'S LIFE OR DEATH, OTHERS IT'S A BIT OF FUN
ON ONE HAND IT'S TO MILK AND HERD AND FETCH
ON THE OTHER IT'S TO JOG AND RHYTHMICALLY BREATHE AND STRETCH
MILE AFTER MILE THEY GLEAN AND ALL OVER SPREAD
THE OTHERS COUNT AND RESET AND FLEX AND RESUME ON THEIR ELECTRIC BED
COME NIGHT A GATHERING OF GENERATIONS
LAUGHS AND STORIES EVEN FROM THE GURGLING
IN ANOTHER WORLD, THE SILENCE OF LONELINESS
FLICKING OF CHANNELS TILL THE LONESOME SLEEP ENDS THE MADNESS.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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He's the kind of a guy who lights up a room just by flicking a switch.
Whenever I was upset by something in the papers, Jack always told me to be more tolerant, like a horse flicking away flies in the summer.
quote by Jackie Kennedy
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Focus
focus
focus on god
focus on freedom
focus on forgiveness
focus on sweet speech
focus on treasures
focus on humility
focus on commitment
focus on mind
focus on success
focus on health
focus on healthy transformation
focus on goodness
focus on laughter
focus on fun
focus on angel
focus on sweetness
focus on wealth
focus
poem by Johnny Walks
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Envy
The slow turn
the burn
on my memory
the devil
faced me
his forked tongue
flicking venom
and thunder
for me daring
to write poetry.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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I Haven't got a Daughter
I haven't got a daughter
I've got a telly-blob;
Ping-pong balls instead of eyes
Crisps stuck in her gob;
Her brain on auto-pilot
That strange hypnotic stare;
Laughing at the advert's
While slouching in her chair.
The technicolour images
All battering her senses
De-sensitised this girl of mine
And shattered her defences;
Now television rules O.K.
She's got remote control;
Her world, a 24 inch screen
Sucking at her soul.
Flicking through the channels
And chewing at her nails,
The goggle-box possesses her,
It's power never fails;
An electronic baby-sitter
Playing all the day,
And on into the dead of night
She wastes her life away.
I haven't got a daughter
I lost her long ago
To Brookside and Eastenders,
And every other show;
But wait! I've got her back again
I recognize that whining:
I never thought a power-cut
Could have a silver lining!
(Written July 1996)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Cat 'n' dog
When I saw my dog chase after a cat
It was like a greyhound let out of the trap
Yet it hadn’t a chance as the cat climbed the tree
Flicking vee’s at the dog all smug you see
The dog would have barked and circled for hours
Unaware that the cat had escaped via hedges and flowers
When I finished laughing I put my dog on its lead
And continued to walk it while the cat remained free!
Copyright © 2009 Ray Feasey
poem by by unknown author
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Life's lesson!
Life's lesson, always changing not the same,
Sometimes hard, Sometimes easy,
Sometimes confusing, Sometimes daunting,
Theories of life's lessons,
Lighthouse in the sea shore,
It is always flicking and hiding,
Why do we learn through our own experience?
After many hours and years of research,
Theories are derived and approved.
Though it is wrong or right,
Why are we interested in learning,
Though our own experience?
The fire is hot; still want to touch it,
The volcanoes spewing, still want to dive into it,
Though the Arrival of tsunami is visible,
Not run opposite, but run towards it,
Why do we like to learn the life's lesson,
Through our own bad experience?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Floating Clouds
Why do clouds float high above in the sky?
So then there is water and rain afterwards,
Flicking on the floor of the planet,
The spherical planet of high intelligence.
It contrived clouds for its own good,
Water was the rain, water was the ocean,
Each day new seasonings were bestowed
And then the old ways divided the path of nature.
My cloud is beaming on me from up high,
This storm is brewing for my liking,
This rinse of the Earth has arrived.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You Told My Mom
Ladies...
Word up...!
If your man is...
Getting out of hand...
Don't tell his...
Father, man...
Tell his mom...
Oh, yeah...
Mom will let him know...
He is out of hand...
Momma don't play that...
When you get fat...
Run and tell that...
Momma don't play...
She'll be there...
Making things OK...
Call her...
Tell her...
For he does not...
Want her to know...
That his character has been poor...
So tell mom...
He is flicking up...
Mom will do him like one...
Does a pup...
Shut...him right...the flick up...
Until next time...
whisperkwane
[email protected]
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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My Old School.
He couldn't go back
to his old school,
the bastards had knocked it down
Tore away his memories
his triggers to his past
and as an afterthought
rebuilt, renamed, and
reneged on their promise.
No more broken stained glass mosaics
no more shiny loo roll
no more lighting bunsen burners
from statically charged fingertips
no more prickly bushes
no more beatings, heading home
no more spittle-flicking
on the blazer backs in front.
No more wistful gazing
to the girls' school o'er the road
He picked out from the rubble
little snippets of his life
then turned and smiled
and let the pictures fade.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Sugar Mice
(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
I was flicking through the channels on the tv
On a sunday in milwaukee in the rain
Trying to piece together conversations
Trying to find out where to lay the blame
But when it comes right down to it theres no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it theres no one here thats left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
Were just sugar mice in the rain
I heard sinatra calling me through the floorboards
Where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme
To the jukebox crying in the corner
While the waitress is counting out the time
For when it comes right down to it theres no use trying to pretend
For when it gets right down to it theres no one really left to blame
Blame it on me, you can blame it on me
Were just sugar mice in the rain
cause I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am
Daddy took a raincheck
Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need
Daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
Aint no one in here thats left to blame but me
Blame it on me, blame it on me
Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone
When I heard them asking questions I knew that that you were all alone
Cant you understand that the government left me out of work
I just couldnt stand the looks on their faces saying, what a jerk
So if you want my address its number one at the end of the bar
Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars
Blame it on me, blame it on me
Sugar mice in the rain
Your daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck
song performed by by Marillion
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Puff-adder
Camouflaged in the veldt,
with its khaki colour
melting into the rocks and grass
its flicking tongue caught my eye,
made me froze in my tracks
where it was lying looking obese
but a puff-adder attacks lightning quick
and do not like other snakes
try to get away,
but is a cocky deviant thing
and your limbs rot off
where it bites.
A startled grey field mouse
was unaware of lurking death
fled out before me
with a peeping sound
and disappeared down the throat
of the once hissing snake.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dancing Under Artificial Prowess
I am a man who has never seen painted eyes weep.
The bloody ends of the fading firmament
dropp glittered lashes into her bright pools
that skate on a hand mirror.
The stars never blush
The breeze never falls from the sky
The Moon never bites
The droning of machines constantly whine
To build my house out of match sticks
and set off fireworks to its gables
that cut me like scissors
Its unnatural to be awake nightly like this plugged into power grids
drinking in decadence, dancing under artificial prowesses.
And I see the Earth Flicking us off like flees.
poem by Jerome Moore
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Fat: Pt 1 - Mass Media Rise Of The New Health Reich
Flicking through the channels and browsing through the net
I see the infomercial fascist, relieving junk diets for escapement
To the deprecated masses the flock for high-speed solutions.
Exalting to the virtues of tummy tucks and surgeons knives
And favoring the religion of synthetic Mount Olympians
We always chagrined these late night highwaymen
The backpedal wizards with their marketed magic potions
Dispelling pseudo wisdom in cosmetic metamorphosis
To faithful sluggish narcissists, who worship being beach peaches
With tan lines and twister riffs that credit cards for laurel rewards
But the parasitic message, were the symptom of our beliefs
The epicenter of this disaster, was in the cultural mirage
Of vacant superficial dreams, in laminated beauty queens
And replicas of golden Abs, from six pack princes airbrushed in
Then the world began to spin, from obsessions with the outer skin
Reward the blossomed roses with the lower lipid count
Smiles and affection, and leave the rotund out to drought
They can cover themselves, from the shadows of the sun
Succumbing to the basement of their premature deficiencies
While starving for life, looking at you through a TV screen
Is it worth it to deride anyone whose not a playgirl?
Why can't beuty be the truth without resorting to end games.
The light is growing dimmer for modesty and sincerity
The health clubs Gestapo will be awaiting in the shadows
Stirring in the public the misdirection of our struggle
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Deictic Prose
Flicking through the pages of endless poetry,
Studying the syntax and etymology.
What does it mean to me
And you? Who is he?
Who is she?
What is the deixis that seems to be?
Each will reflect the simile like another,
The metaphor of one will be of the other.
Though, what is this in literal sense?
The feelings? The meanings? What can we see?
What is the deixis that seems to be?
Each will hold specific meaning,
Hidden by specific reading.
A message is hold
As such, behind the lines,
Beneath the book.`
They think too much of you and me,
What is the deixis that seems to be?
The frozen fire or silhouette ability
The cruel conventions of simplicity
That stare you in the face; in all poetry.
Testing a united purpose; a level of complexity
Leading you to think and feel; to step out of reality
This is the deixis that seems to be,
This is poetry.
poem by Alexander Cartwright
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Fair?
Ashes slashes bashes
Boom, blasts to blame
All dudes and dinettes dash
As the flames
Flicking, felt on the skin
All its humor served to patrons who were in.
Deep, deep
Lies souls in the black sand
All the “after people” peep
Stand,
But the black soot dress
Made for coal
Worn when they, terror, reach their goal.
Blasts, bang!
Bleach, the walls, black
Let him hang
Like lovers we lack
Stealing a crime,
But blame without a case
Cannot erase
Only a fair fight, law at its prime.
Goodnight And Go
Say goodnight and go
Skipping beats, flashing jeeps
I am struggling
Daydreaming, been sitting, the corner cafe
And I'm left in bits, recovered tectonic, trembling
You get me everytime
Why'd you have to be so cute
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go
Follow you home
You've got your headphones on
And your dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot
You're taking everything off
Watch the curtains, wide open
And you fall in the same routine
Flicking through the TV
Relaxed and reclining
And you think you're alone
Oh why'd you have to be so cute
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go
One of these days
You'll miss your train, and come stay with me
It's always say goodnight and go
We'll have drinks and talk about things
And any excuse to stay awake with you
You'd sleep here, I'd sleep there
But then the heating may be down again
At my convenience
We'd be good, we'd be great together
Go
Why'd you have to be so cute
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go
Why is it always, always
Goodnight and Go
Goodnight and Go!
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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