Best Medias Poems
Whats going on with Russell Brand? Over six million
Followers have penchant, he was once a man i did
Not admire..Yet over two years it has transpired Brand
Has burnt a brand, a searing line through mainstream
Medias fervid minds, though they'll rant and pant and
Roll the dice..Its not about whether Brant is nice.'
We know his past of women and wild, nights and drugs
And other vice.' Yet then no problems all was well, of no
Rape assertions did the media tell, no police statements
No interest true.' So like Julian Asange whats the real
To-do.? There's lots about Letby and some hospital dead?
Babies sadly we've read thats mainstream, covered.' They've
fired
Real heavy lead.'
And yet the number of wounded and dead, from jabbing
With m n r a..? Well they've seldom said.' Its mainly the
Green gods agenda they speil.' They feed out a line to
The people and then they reel' not as in real! You may
Understand, and genocide is just a word.' Do they have
It banned.? Not among the balanced sensible folk but
Among the zany, menageri of the most uncouth woke.'
Categories:
medias, celebrity, corruption, courage, discrimination,
Form:
Verse
People who practice racism,
are the last to admit weakness
and last to apologize.
Its not always obvious,
cause racism comes in all shapes,
colors and sizes.
People will paint your portrait
with so much hate.
But will be the last ones to admit
that they're just really afraid.
So, they try hiding
in the comfort of the shade,
rather than facing the heat,
that fuels their rage.
That bitter rage that's inside,
is from ignorance,
and the medias influence.
But before this world can fully recover,
we must first accept the fact
that our skins,have different colors.
But, when it's all said and done,
it's our hearts,
that are the same color.
Categories:
medias, anger, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
What a name called?
Football a game called,
To known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
Formations of it kinds,
Aims of a two goal post net,
Aims of a trophy,
Aims of winning,
In a color Jersey of its kinds,
In a color booths of it kinds,
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centered with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Officials of substitutions in questions,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported keys of volunteers,
Supported with all sorts of supporters,
Declared a stadium manager jobs,
Declared a team manager jobs,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At moment of a country designated!
At moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographers, Cinematography, Press, Medias, Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc. centred.
What a name called?
Football! football! ! football! ! !
A rounded leather circled!
Circled in its color of its choices,
Declared fifa authorities,
Declared statistical over all game,
Respect covered face to face,
Stretchers officials in uniforms of its officials medications,
Football a game called,
With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Preemptive individuals' desirably for survival,
Football a game called,
Called to the passionate in spirit,
Football a game called,
Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to un-creativity,
Football a game called,
Adore a nature,
Football a game called,
Called to a glorious home,
Football a game called,
A rounded leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds,
Football a game called.
Categories:
medias, sports,
Form:
Double Dactyl
SMILING MONSTER
The earth shakes; rivers are drying, air whispering tears;
Trees are afraid of standing outside, as warplanes hovering.
Dead bodies of humans has become sand everywhere,
You kill them; you adopt their children; you advertised innocent children on medias
Calling for money donations, children are crying; women are in sorrow.
Little children are crying; stop using us to beg for donations,
you made us homeless and parentless
What a world of monsters! Caused by greed.
Little children cries on the streets and camps seized sleep out of my eyes,
Going to my comfort bed has become sorrowful,
when I see millions without bed to sleep on, no food to eat
but feeding on flies has become daily diets.
You tear apart our lives; when we didn’t prepared for it.
You are happy; using us to beg for donation and aid;
to show charity and love, which you can’t offer.
Our swelling stomachs, faces, and legs are malnutrition inflicted on us by you
Monsters! Monsters!! Monsters!!! Is what you are.
Little children are crying, crying, crying…..; wanting their voice to be heard.
You stand in front of your co-taskmasters and those alive but not living;
Promising comforts and cares; Which you offered in disguise.
When wars and killings you planned have not stop,
missiles are dropping at our backyards.
Lies hovered on your lips each time you promise peace.
In fears, and in uncertainty, we sleep on dried leaves openly as animals;
Yes! Animals. Your bombing smoked us out of homes into camps
Where you capture us for second slavery.
Which death will I prefer?
Death of chemical weapons, or death of fearful bullets;
Or death of starvation, or death of homelessness or death of joblessness?
I am afraid of the death of slavery imposed on me.
Oh God come and fight for weaponless souls,
Send your arms of justices quickly, else your beautiful earth will be void
Of your image.
-By Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel
Categories:
medias, abuse, birthday,
Form:
Light Verse
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
Categories:
medias, humor,
Form:
Free verse
My hat's off to the Media,
they make sure we're up-to-date!
They keep us all, so well informed!
The job they do is great!
They know what's most important,
to that I will attest!
They're able to Prioritize
and report the News that's best!
This weeks fires in Colorado,
and the Presidential race.
The political struggles in Syria!
U.S. power outages, all over the place
However, the Medias concentration,
was on the "important" News!
The very tragic break-up,
of Katie Holmes and Tom Cruz!
Categories:
medias, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
How come many mothers forgot that breastmilk is STILL,
And ALWAYS will be BEST, for babies suckling lips???
What’s next then?
The twinkling of a star turning into cliché,
Repeated only in nursery rhymes?
Memories of long walks drowned by the ever turning,
Wheel s of cold, metallic and unfeeling cars?
The Lover’s Moon losing its magic,
Against all of electronic medias?
Bill’s words fading to echoes of classroom walls vandalized,
By students apathetic of Romeo and Juliet’s tragic lives?
The aroma of home cooked meals forever gone from,
Refurbished houses whose kitchen’s gravitas are nuke boxes (and limp pastas)?
Damp “Homes” generally viewed by all as dumping grounds
For graying (former) loved ones seen as burdens?
Many more young lasses cramming fingers against throats,
In pursuit of vanity and skeletal perception of beauty?
Stock market denizens hurling their bodies against speeding trains?
Green and be-heroed paper bills overrated,
Against all other of life’s simple joys?
How many still remembers…
That plants cure and most meds packaged in fancy boxes,
Are miracles drawn by roots from the humble earth?
That the most sure fire way of treating boo boos,
Is TLC to the umpteenth level?
That even though a day’s good job brings satisfaction,
It can never compare to a loved ones approbation?
That one can never get enough of kids’ hugs and kisses?
Indeed…
It will really be a future oh so bleak,
When humanity’s mind- to simple but powerful truths,
Becomes weak…
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When mankind forgets the true value of NATURE and NURTURE, we will surely forget to
define our humanity! There's tons more of examples why and how this is happening. If you
can add up, I'll put them up there! Thanks!
Categories:
medias, dedication, family, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
The Propagation
Here you're always Quiet, now and ever.
The Endeavor to reach you out from this Muted World,
That I take My Stance, to stop by, but it's so Crowd.
Have you heard or the voice faded away before it reach you out....
Here it Appears, always linger, time to time.
The Endeavor to fade away into the Empty Space,
As I take My stance, to wipe em out, but it’s so Precious.
Will you value or I just put them on, to the paper….
Here it Resides, always beats, slow and slower.
The Endeavor to sync with yours before it Stops,
When I take My Stance, to hear it out, but it’s so Faint.
How we tell if it stopped or it’s beating slow as we both miss each other again….
distance covered via social medias, to those memories, to the beats of heart which beats to be merged......
~Ashok Kumar Mishra
Categories:
medias, deep, emotions, i miss
Form:
Sonnet
Some shows on television contain volcanity,
especially when you hear them using a lot of profanity,
makes you wonder about the medias inanity,
and what happened to the formality and morality,
the mentality is insanity and mundanity,
especially the ones entitled reality,
meanwhile the news with all the brutality,
the morality gone with the breaking news fatality,
thank God there is still hope for fragile humanity,
most people still have urbanity and vitality.
1-22-17
Categories:
medias, hope, people,
Form:
Light Verse
The dawn broke glittering and chirping,
The newspaper boy wheeled into,
The newsletter read the lines,
Kidnaps, violence, riots, rapes, theft, murder, bombs dropped onto civilians
invasion, gang wars, homicide, scandals, scams, anarchy, chaos……!!!!
News scroll portrayed inert words and lifeless lines;
Cops, Judiciary, Politician and cataract Medias
all deserted the needy and drooped into silence.
Pleaded the ill-treated and oppressed among men, women and children whose
cry were “Our Lord!.. Rescue us from this town whose people are oppressors;
and raise for us from You one who will protect,
and raise for us from You one who will help”.
Responded none,
But only the resonance;
Not a stern stride against,
Not a folded fist against,
Not a bold shout against,
Not even a broken heart against these mournful statuses.
The dark clouds of silence veiled the world,
Unable to hold the agony, the sky wept,
Drizzling and showering into fury adorned by the light and thunder,
Awakening the lifeless and rejuvenating the soulless;
Yet not the conscience of the,conscious, bi-legged.
All drooped as if doomed,
The benign angels too ceased the prayers of peace.
The query of the Most Merciful Lord
“Why don’t you…?”
Replied
“Verily, will not you change the state of people who do
in no way wish themselves to be so; then why us, in vain?”
Alas!!!, brought into action, severe ordeals by the Lord, the dreadful fire swept,
Drastic Tsunamis, trembling earthquakes, Hurricanes, famine, drought...
For, if it was The Sustainer and The Angels to revamp the planet;
then what the cause for the mankind to exist on earth…???
The shiver led to consciousness;
Come; arise for the helpless and suppressed,
Propagate virtue and demolish the vices;
For, neither Moses,
nor Jesus,
nor Daveed
nor Mohammed, (peace be upon them), to come,
to seize the hands of the culprit,
Rather, time awaits and longs you, Samaritans to do the verdict.
Know my friend It’s, “Miles to go before you sleep”
Now tell me, what shall I wish u...??
A Good Morning or Mourning…..!!!
And what do you wish and will for…???
Categories:
medias, faith, inspirational, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Free verse
She looked really impressive
Small; and full of pride
A nonchalant gait, but sophisticate
Her work mates by her side.
It felt like she'd built it all herself
Her hard hat firmly in place
With a confident stare in the medias glare
an emancipated face.
I wanted to get to know her
I wanted to shake her hand
I wanted to say in my own private way
'Will you take me to my stand ?'
But as the sun shone through the vomitary
something made me upset
Her charms I decline
She'll never be mine
She was smoking a cigarette !
Categories:
medias, funny, life, me,
Form:
Ode
A world in which we let ourselves get lost in, is one
Stripping purity away layer by layer, it is one we do not notice
Until we realize who and what we were is a product of past
Dreams and wishes. We let ourselves get turned into drones
In order to pay our bills which Is normally stacked upon by
Greed and self loathing, trying to improve yourself to the
Medias standards by stacking falseities causing you to
Drain what made you you, into something so fake that
You cant even tell its not you. We are told to vote for our
Next puppet to lead us, distracting the simple for upwards
Of 4 years into thinking they are making a difference by
Focusing on everything except ones self and their neighbours. We are lost. Including
Myself, wasting days and days upon social media reading
The same story of depression just with different names
On a day to day. Murder here murder there, while we turn
A blind eye to everyday enlightenment that constantly
Throws itself at us. This poem may not take the form of a rhyme
But its something on my mind all the time, so ill use this canvas
To alleviate the mind of a simpleton trying to remain pure
In this world of glass houses which we constantly cast stones
Upon. The sad part is, almost no one will notice until
We cast the last stone at the final glass wall and it comes shattering
Down with a generation of hate and discrimination.
I will not quit, I will try my hardest to become enlightened
And proceed onwards to enlighten. I will try my best to not
Waste each and every non guaranteed day. I will use these days
As a tool of attaining knowledge, and I refuse to fall
Into this day to day drone creating system.
I am me. I am different. I will be enlightened.
-The Downed Jester
Categories:
medias, birth, desire, destiny, growth,
Form:
Free verse
Your in medias res beingness is replotting the whole story of mine.
Categories:
medias, art, love, writing,
Form:
Monoku
Days seem so bright yet lie so dark,
the rich and poor,
we all leave a mark,
why the ones who cause war,
the ones who lust the greed,
the power,
Just let the poor feed,
those cowards,
hiding behind the curtains of the devil
you cant level.
Made hatred upon the middle east with propaganda and lies
but you might not know the truth, i despise.
They try to change their religion and take all their oil
but their telling all you people that their protecting their soil.
USA even took a part of their land
killing and forcing the innocent into poverty
making Israel,
dropping the rest on the sand,
this is robbery,
society lied to me.
I could go on and on
about the things i know
but that wont change this c'mon
even the medias so low
there's a candidate who wants nothing but peace
no war,
all he wants to do is feed the poor,
hidden trough the media not allowed to speak,
now everyone thinks he is week.
The two party system,
both the same,
no wisdom,
and its a pain,
they wont let him be elected,
it will screw up their plans,
our nations being wrecked,
we need a new pair of hands,
this is only the beginning,
and its wrong to keep someone from learning something.
so lets get our freedom back because its gone,
and now the only way i can express whats true
is from writing this song.
Categories:
medias, education, mystery, peace, political,
Form:
Rhyme
This world is curropt
and I cant stand it
It a disgrace
and I want to mend it
Its discusting and filthy
and I want to bathe it
Its smut filled
and I want to change it
Its marose
and I want to beautify it
I now hate it
and I want to love it
Its out of control
and I want to tame it
Its a dying shame
and the medias to blame
with there subliminal messages going straight to your brain
morals are dead and God no longer exists
and Ignorance persists while,
Corruption has overtaken our socity
and This world is tarnished
Innocence is constantly Murdered
Everything is condoned
And it all makes me sick
It really makes me tick
This Generation is screwed and its just getting worse
Is there anyway to put it in reverse
To start over new
to cleanse and restore purity
to our rapidly Dying Generation
and all this makes me think
maybe the world should end in
2012
maybe it'd be better
maybe were the reason that it's supposed to happen
because we've became so unaware
and we shamed God and disgraced him so viley
so if thats how it is ill go gracefully
and ill know exactly why
because we dont grow as generations go on
we shrink and degenerate
and its probally to late
to regenerate
Categories:
medias, angst, philosophy, visionarygod, me,
Form:
Free verse