Vicarious Experience
(While Watching Coffee Prince*)
She feels love in just a touch, in every stare
Even in every thought of the woman and man
The pirated digital video disk gets stuck-
She ran it, ran it so many, many times-
The image of the lovers sharing a smile
Is frozen like a large colorful still picture
Slowly, she shuts her eyes, sees beyond
Derision has been disguising as laughter
The silence between has become too wide
Arresting the space for hope, second chances
Absence no longer makes the heart yearn
It gives breathing space a lease in solitude
The door opens, a figure dominates the room
She pushes the remote control’s power button
The television screen turns deathly black
He need not know that her hollow, prosaic life
Draws color and joy from a television screen.
She remembers how much they had and lost
These days, his baritone voice comes shadowed
On the air, overwhelmed by his betrayals
The lies in his words obscure his messages
Her memories of their good times mingle
Drearily with thick smoke masking his figure
As, like a tourist in a crowded shopping mall,
He passes her by nay a stare, nay a word
Till his figure disappears behind a narra door
Now a complete stranger in her pallid world
Like a weary traveler frantic for a dropp of water,
She pushes a button; the television comes to life
For some tangled moment, she loses herself
In a certain world once his and hers, once theirs
Secretly, she gaily basks in its luster and light
Hoping they will go back to that place
Hoping it will endure for others, at least.
*Korean telenovela that became very popular in the Philippines.
poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot
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Black & White Television
I looked in the mirror then
Saw my face in a dream.
With eyes sharp as diamonds
Blessed with clear vision.
Things were not as they seemed.
Black and white television
Stared back from the wall.
Is that my life?
Am I here at all?
Down in the high road, see
Motor cavalcades glide
Past shopwindow dressers
Desperately covering
All the parts they can hide.
Black and white television
Stares at me again.
Is that their lives?
Even dummies pretend.
The truth is so hard to deny.
The answer is here.
The screen never lies.
Black and white television.
Its the right television.
Show me its all a dream tonight.
The boys on the corner sulk
In their suzuki haze.
In primary colours
(each year more startling)
But they still fade to grey
On black and white television.
Its sweeping the land.
Is that your life?
Do you understand?
The truth is so hard to deny.
The answer is here.
The screen never lies.
Black and white television.
Back the right television.
Black and white television.
Hard to fight television.
Show me its all a dream tonight.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Television Man
Im looking and Im dreaming for the first time
Im inside and Im outside at the same time
And everything is real
Do I like the way I feel?
When the world crashes in into my living room
Television man made me what I am
People like to put the television down
But we are just good friends
(Im a) television man
I knew a girl, she was a macho man
But its alright, I wasnt fooled for long
This is the place for me
Im the king, and youre the queen
Chorus
Take a walk in the beautiful garden
Everyone would like to say hello
It doesnt matter what you say
Come and take us away
The world crashes in, into my living room
The world crashes in, into my living room
The world crashes in, into my living room
The world crashes in, into my living room
And we are still good friends...(television man)
Im watching everything...(television man)
Television man...(television man)
Im watching everything...(television man)
Television man...and Im gonna say
We are still good friends...and Im trying to be
Watchin everything...and I gotta say
We are still good friends...you know the way it is
Television man...Ive got what you need
We are still good friends...i know the way you are
Television man...i know what youre tryin to be
Watchin everything...and I gotta say
Thats how the story ends.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Sun-Woman
Let the sun show
over the hills, I love it so
Life is the sun,
the sun is life
let life rise, brightly, slowly, funly
let life never set.
But it does.
light turns to night, the
darkness comes
my eyes close slowly
sun, please don’t go.
please don’t go.
but wait-in the light of the setting sun
I see some hope
a slender shape
walks over the hills in the distance
the sun halls to a stop, seems
to look at the figure
seems to stare, decide if it’s worthy
then the sun starts flying,
back up into the sky.
the figure keeps walking, closer,
closer.
the sun keeps moving, as fast as light itself,
into the middle of the sky above me.
the shape is hope, hope itself
she is light, and for me, the only
way to avoid darkness.
She is not far now, I see her face.
she says, “Are you all right? ”
“Don’t worry, ” I tell her, “the sun is not
my enemy anymore. He is my ally.”
She smiles at my healing face, and then I say,
“You were my hope, you are my hope. You
are my only hope of avoiding the darkness.”
“And you are the same to me, my love, ”
She says.
I jump up and I take her hands,
and I sing, “My love, my hope,
when you go the darkness comes,
but as long as you come back
light will shed on my weary face.
I owe my life to you, Sun-Woman.
I owe my life to you, my love.
I owe my life to you.
I owe my life to you.”
poem by Llew N. Rmail
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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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The Days I Let Slip Away
My days seem to be slipping away from me
And no matter how much money
I have I will never get those days back
That I just let drift away
My time is being wasted
It's like buying dollar toys
That you only play with once
And forget about them
And it seems like steal
Because there only a dollar
And you want something
To occupy your time
I hear the birds chirping outside my window
And I look at the clock and it goes click
Like the remote in my hand
I sit on the couch and watch
Other people live there lives
While I am just letting my days slip away
Sitting here watching the television
My television paints a picture of life
That I want, but isn't real
Life is so much better on the television
Captain Void n The Video Jets
(ian hunter)
Captain to candida - we just hit earth
Everyones strange here - dont know what theyre worth
Got this idea - were gonna be machines
Well play a part in their imaginary dreams
Say hi - hi - hi
Have you ever stopped to figure out why
Were captain void n the video jets
Go go get - go go get
Your captain void n the video jets
Were the original space cadets
Captain to candida - were spreading fast
Theyre watchin us - watching them throught the glass
We got them hypnotized - under our control
Were nearly ready to put the world on hold
Say hi - hi - hi
Have you ever stopped to figure out why
Were captain void n the video jets
Place your bets - place your bets
On captain void n the video jets
We hide inside your t.v. set
We dont hit lovers - we leave them alone
We just hit children who rot in their homes
Something is happening
Now mr. jones just touch me (cmon)
Turn me on!
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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The Sadness of The Empty Home
The light flickers on
Illuminates the empty hallway
The thud, click of a door in closing
Brings a silence to the room
A heavy sigh escapes
A look to the mirror sees only
Tired eyes looking back
A bag lain upon the small table
The light turned back off
On route to yet another room
Light creeps through the window
Allowing enough to see
The sound of a running tap
Filling the kettle for a final drink
Keys thrown upon a side
The clatter of cups and spoons
Then further silence
Now the creaking of a staircase
Another door opened
Another light flicked on
The curtains drawn to the world
Drink set beside the bed
The silence of the empty home
Fills the heart with loneliness
A television switched into life
Nothing worth watching
Just a sound there to fill
The silence and the sadness
Of the empty home
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I Could Have Enjoyed A Very Nice Conversation Out There At The Mall
i can make choices
like i am thrown in an ocean of choices
everyday as i decide for myself
what to do really
i could have gone to the mall
shopping or just enjoying the walk there
seeing lots of people and meeting them
and knowing their names and
having fun with them
or get a date with someone else
have sex at the motel or have a ride
somewhere in the countryside where no one
knows me
i could have done all these but i am so foolish
for instead here i am writing this low key poetry
wanting to figure out what do i really want in my life
i can figure it out someday
and i will figure it out now as i have been doing
this thing everyday
every hour: i just love this stuff writing for nobody
(but you may read if you want
blogging for no one and surfing for more words
and idioms and looking for that part where i become
an idiot or the everyday moron on the screen
at You-tube or facebook or friendster)
well i guess, this is it:
just trying to be nobody but a writer like you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Twentieth Century Man
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
In the jungle of these times
Honest loves so hard to find
In the world of video
Computers tell you what to do
The worlds devoted to the dollar sign
Remote-controlled and on the line
Plug in man on the rack
Waiting for a heart attack
And no chance to die
No more space for love
The world gets really tough
Cant you see the end
Twentieth century man?
In the jungle of these times
Theres nothing left for them to buy
They look for God on the screen
Theyve got even dream-machines
They are mesmerized
No more space for love
The world gets really tough
Cant you see the end
Twentieth century man?
No more space for love
The world gets really tough
Cant you see the end
Twentieth century man?
song performed by by Scorpions
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Tv Is King
All right! yeah!
I wish I was a man with a mechanical heart
Id conquer all my enemies alone
Id tear the guys apart
Then scatter the pieces
I wish I was the man in the sound proof booth
I wish I had a chance to stump the band
Or maybe tell the truth
And maybe I could win a color television
I really love my television
I love to sit by television
Cant live without my television
Tv is king
Youre my everything
I wish I had the girl with the bouncy hair
Wed ride off in a brand new car
Or fly a plane somewhere
Like probably jamaica
Ill brush my teeth, shampoo my hair,
And shave my face
Apply the necessary aerosol
In the appropriate place
And well spend the night together
Watching television
I cant turn off my television
Dont really know why television
I understand my television
Youve got your works in a drawer
And your colors on track
You have to brave the way
But you always come back
You make a hundred changes
But youre always the same
You make me so excited
And you make me so lame
Youre just a cute ball of gas
And a box full of tin
But you show me your junk
And I want to jump in
Oh if only your chassis
Was covered with skin
cause tv youre my everything
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Eternal Screen
Eternal Screen
It`s too hot to go for a walk, I stare at a blank screen
Its afternoon, in my cabin and silence is intrusive,
a low one toned hum of doom.
Intense white screen, but when looking closer I see
myriads of tiny black squares, a mask that will not
let go of its dark secret.
I try to rip it open with a volley of words, but they
bunch back, and reduced to banality of what have
been overstated a million times.
Exhausted I erase words send them into the bleak
world of Delete, a place where surplus words and
emails are sent to shuffle in obliquity.
I read the news 228 people have fallen into the sea,
hasty words fell out of them too and into silence.
Cooling breeze, must get out and hear the day sing.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Pitch Black
You awake from a nightmare
and find the room pitch black
You notice your not on a bed
instead, a cold slab of concrete
Where am I you think
you try to move your legs
But their chained to the concrete
you begin to panic
Outside, you hear children laughing
you think of your own, and start to cry
You hear footsteps pounding up stairs
you yank the chain, hoping it would break
Something hard hits what could be a door
you stop yanking the chain to listen
You hear two voices behind the assumed door, Males
their planning something but you cant understand
Your hear a squeak, sounds like a door knob
you wait and see a line of light
A dark figure stands in the light
but his shadow blocks his face
Your heart beats faster, the room gets hotter
you feel your hands about to shake
He mumbles something as he drags in an unkown figure
the light turns on, and you see what it is
poem by Cree Stewart
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Broken
Every night before I rest my head
Hold me close as I draw another breath
Still hoping, that our love's not broken
Every flight that we plan ahead
Look to the skies for the words that I've said
Still hoping, that our world's not broken
So tonight, you're everything upon the screen
And everything I want to be
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say - oh
Every morning when I wait for you
Each way I look you'll see something new
Still hoping, that my world's not broken
Every time I dream crazy dreams
Of bright water and brightless sunbeams
I'm hoping, that my mind's not broken
So tonight, you're everything upon the screen
And everything I want to be
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say - oh
(INSTRUMENTAL)
So tonight, you're everything upon the screen
And everything I want to be
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say - oh
song performed by by Texas
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Broken
Every night before I rest my head
Hold me close as I draw another breath
Still hoping, that our love's not broken
Every flight that we plan ahead
Look to the skies for the words that I've said
Still hoping, that our world's not broken
So tonight, you're everything upon the screen
And everything I want to be
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say - oh
Every morning when I wait for you
Each way I look you'll see something new
Still hoping, that my world's not broken
Every time I dream crazy dreams
Of bright water and brightless sunbeams
I'm hoping, that my mind's not broken
So tonight, you're everything upon the screen
And everything I want to be
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say - oh
(INSTRUMENTAL)
So tonight, you're everything upon the screen
And everything I want to be
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say
I'll come with you and dream my dream
So tonight, in every way I want you to stay
And every little word you say - oh
song performed by by Texas
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I Stare In The Mirror
i stare in the mirror
streams rolling down my face
holding a razor blade ever so close
trying to figure out if this is the time to go
i stare in the mirror
thinking to myslef
is this what life is suppose to be all about?
what ever happened to true love
stand by each other no matter what
i thought i found my soul mate
i chased her away with my brutal words
i stare in the mirror
frown in disgust
who have i become?
were has everyone gone?
regrets are seeping down my back
pain is oozing through my heart
my tears have created a puddle
in which i can see myself
i stare in the mirror
remebering better times
we thought we were soul mates
we had the marks to prove it
if i close my eyes i can see ur face
i can even sometimes feel u in my arms
these r all that i have left with, fading memories of the past
ur heart has since hardened
u have moved on and left me in the past
i stare in the mirror
i have no fear
i can feel all the hate coming off u
i cut myself to feel ur pain
hoping i can understand
at the same time relizing that i may never know
i stare in the mirror
i dont have any fears
my tears roll down my face
all the regrets all the appolgizes cant seam change anything
i have no one to blame
im full of shame
i wish i could of bin the man beside u
i stare in the mirror
look deep into my own eyes
i can see the pain that is inside me
all the failures
all the disapointments
this is just icing on the cake
blood splatters on the mirror
i dont have any fears
god will probally denie me
im ready to go
bottle of whiskey is at the bottom
theres no point
all ur hate has soaked into me
im dissapointed in myself
i have no will to go on
i cant hold my head up high
im lieing on the ground
covered in blood
holding a picture in my hand
smiling for the first time
i slit the other wirst.............
i stare at my body
as i float above it
my life passes before me
i relize
i wasted my life
time would would of healed my soul
i copped out ran away
left anyone who cared behind
now i float in endless darkness
i was right god did denie me......
poem by Jessie Davies
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How Can I Control
Tears fall on my pillows at times
for I miss you so much
and I can't control the emotions
The days seem longer and endless
till I see you again
These are the days when it becomes
hard not to think thought's of you
When I'm not with you
And that's when
The fire in my heart flares up
like the devil's hot fire
Burning with thought's of you
When your around me
it's like I can't stop thinking of what I would love to be doing to you
On a desk
on the floor
up against the walls
on the stairs
in the hay
anywhere and everywhere you would want to do
whatever it is you want to do
The tiger inside wants to come out
but I don't want to come on to strong
I might scare you off or make you think I’m a slut
I want to be yours
I want you to know what my heart feels when it skips that beat
I wish this Fantasy could be reality
I can’t control life’s turns
but I can guide it in the direction I need or wont it to go
but it is what it is
I just hope it never dies or fades away
for then I would be lost with out knowing what that fire ball feels like
in the bottom of my stomach
I want to feel that way always with you
never with him
How can I control what life will hold for me in the future
I can't
but I hope your in it
with your fiery touch that makes me melt
like ice cream in the oven
how can I control what I want if what I want is such a simple thing
because all I want is to be with you
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Emmaline Conner room 101(contest winner writing.com)
Lids slowly closing, aged eyes rimmed with red
Blue veined hands clutching sheets to her chin
Fond memories, old boyfriends, gaily dance in her head
A Time traveler, scanning archives, sequestered within
My knock brings her back to this time, here and now
With a start she awakens, closes softly memory’s door
With a smile I approach, place a hand on her brow
Gently bringing her back to the present once more
Tucking a bib beneath her chin like an infant
Huge Breakfast tray pulled close to her breast
Eyes mockingly wide in jesting amazement
Solemnly promises to give it her best
I sit by her side, uncapping and helping
With the soft pureed breakfast I provided
A few birdlike bites, her resolve quickly melting
She’s really quite full now, she’s decided
Chiding her gently to eat some more food
she jokingly tells me she’s watching her weight
And with age earned authority it’s to be understood
At a fat eighty pounds, it’s already too late
I remove the tray, knowing when I’m beaten
By a wisp of a woman who grows more wispy each day
Each day of each week less food is eaten
Not much more time in this bed will she stay
diaper changing endured with lady-like grace
bed bath accepted with placid aplomb
Grey hair brushed back and tied with white lace
Wizened face a portrait of complacent calm
Dear friend, earnest student, strong right hand for her mother
Many persons this fine lady has played
Big sister for small brother, to strong passionate lover
Roles without end and with deep love portrayed
As I place the call button close to her hands
She dreamily places withered hands over mine
Be sure to come back here for lunch, she demands
And this time be sure to bring wine
Eyes slowly closing, drifting off into slumber
I gently pull sheets to her chin
Once more a time traveler, to memories without number
She travels back to the past once again
At another door I knock softly so not to alarm
Another time traveler, body here, mind away
A grandfatherly figure with tubes in his arm
Nurses whisper to me that he’s not long to stay
I wipe food from the corners of his mouth as I feed him
While thinking how much these people endure
Admiring them all as their sight starts to dim
Time travelers, in their memories all safe and secure
Silence suddenly broken, by speakers in halls
Attention, Code 99, Room 101!
My spoon stops… suspended… my heart seems to pause
Time traveler, sweet traveler, where have you gone?
At lunch time I knock softly, sadly open the door
Empty bed, newly made, makes my eyes sting with tears
Emmaline Connor, Time traveler, sleeps here no more
Is once more a young lady…
traveling back through the years
poem by David Whalen
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Reflections on the Television Set
You can catch her staring at the television glares.
Painting pictures in her mind.
Trying to grasp what a sight she would be
If she were beautiful,
Like them.
[Strayed fingerprints speckle the screen, outlined by a thin layer of dust]
*You can catch her sitting by the ocean.
Keeping rhythm with the ebb, breathing out as it flows.
Big dark brown eyes, a strong contrast to her powdery skin.
A slender waist, forming a perfect figure down to her toes.
All accented by her long dark hair.
Falling below her shoulders, above her waist.,
With light curls forming shadows against the moonlight.
She reaches out to feel the ocean,
Her fingers stopped by glass,
Where a girl can be caught staring at her through the glares.
The screen begins to rot,
Colors fade to black.
The pictures die off,
And she's forced to face
Her reflection on the television set.
[Strayed fingerprints speckle the screen, outlined by a thin layer of dust]
*The motion is involuntary, she just needs to pull the trigger.
Fingers pry into her throat, digging out her insides.
She digs deeper, setting her insides to flames,
She watches the ashes pile up, until she's left empty.
You can find her where the blood stains the tile.
Trying to grasp what a sight she would be,
If she looked just like the pictures
Reflected on the television set.
poem by Gabriella Mendoza
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Www.
At night, I sit in this darkened room
And stare at the hollow screen,
The World-Wide Web is a crystal ball
Of tides, and hopes, and dreams,
Though the world goes on outside my door
And time, it flows like the sea,
I have no truck with reality
When the web washes over me.
For I dredge the depths with a grappling hook
And I haul my catch on board,
Then I read the thoughts of a million minds
That were left on the furthest shore,
While the colours swirl and the lights go dim
And the sounds fade from without,
I float in the mass of cyberspace
'Til the light of the moon goes out.
Then emails beat at my cyber door
To ask if I'll let them in,
I cast my net for the viruses,
And choke the Recycle bin,
I stare at faces I've never seen
That float on a cyber wave,
Which disappear as the next comes near
For two are never the same.
But one returns, and it stares at me
And I see the limpid eyes,
Like pools in deep lagoons offshore
Where the mermaid lives and dies,
While the lips are full of promises
As false as the deepest sin,
I reach on out to the screen, but find
That the screen won't let me in.
Then night on night, like a dread parade
Those pictures come again,
From some lost ancient URL
Long gone from the world of men,
I search and Google in cyberspace
In hopes that you're somewhere there,
But all I have are those limpid eyes
And the bands in your dark brown hair.
One night, I'll leap right through the screen
And swim to your blue lagoon,
I'll take bright garlands of pretty flowers
To gladden the cyber gloom,
We'll live forever behind the screen
And our faces will go online,
For the stares of the grim night dwellers
Who are surfing the Web, World-Wide.
10 June 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Space Between Us
the space
between us is separated
by our own
self-made
pillars
in there
i breathe
and take my chances
of defining
all over again
what love is
what my
existence
means
in there
i sigh and stare
and look at you
from a distance
what you
are beyond
my intimate
touch
we agree
on it, the need for space
and traveling
inside ourselves
trying to figure
out
if we still belong
to each other's arms
if our kisses
still have the
warmth
the promise and the vow
that we must question
in order
to survive
love and its hazards
that only time
and space
and emptiness
can tell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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