No arrests have been made yet,
but an investigation and manhunt for the suspects are underway,” says police spokesperson
Col Mavela Masondo in a statement.
The family of the deceased was in Cape Town
when they tried to contact him but he could not be reached, a family friend went to check up on Gordin.“Upon arrival, she found the back door of the main house locked and the key of the door was in the lock on the outside, she entered the house and discovered that it was ransacked,” journalist was already dead with multiple injuries.A television and Gordin’s car were stolen.
A journalist jokes not with jotter,
His news - hunting hours makes shorter,
To the task devotion much truer
And to the penned down stick, though fewer
Journalist should trust news - filled jotter,
Their minds firm; sure legs that don't totter.
No lumbering of facts like hewer,
All junks to not escape the sewer.
Truths clean jotters twist not nor slaughter,
From the mind lifted straight yields gutter
Power jotters bring out from the pen,
Pen becomes A lion outside Den
One man who speedily wastes ten
This I've kept telling Freelancer Ken.
Temporal Dilettante Journalist
David J Walker
no-thing need not name the nameless
breaks the morning in disguise
shakes the shame and wakes the shameless
quench tormented turbid eyes
the bootless errand realized
who shakes the hand but shuns the banquet
a polymath of nullity
a picnic spread on follies blanket
the argot of a fervent plea
omnifarious frivolity
dante sings symphonic anthems
measured meters latin chants
pardons plied to paphian sanctions
the queen retorts in satin rants
a paupers portion the monarch grants
bemoans the message minimalized
“Sorry, I’m not reconsidering Lucifer’s expulsion.
I’d had him kicked out with obvious revulsion,
The entire saga wearing My Divine Compulsion”
While still felt by My Angels The Celestial Convulsion!
And that was the much God had for The Journalist
For every snatched story daring some twists
And sometimes from their live interviews
Hatching a few more with sleazy reviews …
Thus, from God, it was ‘A No-No-No!’
To all The Jotters with Pens ‘A Go-Go-Go!’
“Please, not on this sensitive subject
You all have your silly object”
God – Really, quite A Government Official
About his tours officially unofficial,
Now, sensibly showcasing a Man
Out to disappoint The Camera Man …
I agree with God: Lousy Men of Press,
Who long to every secrecy address,
Yet knew this had to do with His Stool
And Eyeing Lucifer’s role of a Wise Fool …
Man, I understand,
Many can’t falsehood withstand,
The rationale for it confusing,
And a precious idea start refusing …
But grab, I promise you the calming details;
One should know what a thing entails …
Please, it’s all about a step moving in exaggeration,
To what actually happened, a slight recreation.
Claims that the jabbing finger was a pen knife,
That luckily couldn’t claim your life:
The knife that later attacked you, a dagger,
That offered onlookers a classic stagger!
For your story I shall pay a willing dollar,
Never to adjust a regretting collar.
If for information you should press,
I belong to the Sensational Press.
My work is not as factual as yours
You have done extraordinary work to expose men
Kali Shalwar is a pioneer in the field of literature
What a cultural masterpiece of Art & Romance
You have truly unclothed the nakedness of society
Please teach me moral and ethical values
Inspire me encourage me and update my software.
1.Azaad tabiyat umda soch aur sadgi
Tayri narazgi mein bhi rahi Amadgi.
2.Ye tang nazar log kya samjhain gay tayray haath ki likhai
Tun baray achay say Kar kay gaya hai masharay ki dhulai..
Note. Mufti Abdul Qawi often falls into the trap of women.
It’s a bicycle to ride
On a death-free roadside,
The killer cars gone to hide,
Busy traffic at its lowest tide
And catastrophe unlikely to glide!
So, why my time now bide?
For its tyres won’t ever slide;
All the slippery muddiness dried,
My concerned eyes, watchful and wide…
Journalists to never report “A rider has died”.
The journalist may be
nosy and noisy,
but must be fair and
truthful as he can be.
His demanding art
requires him to be so.
Between public matter
and private affair,
the lawful fine distinctions
he must know!
Australian journalist with big dreams
Advocating freedom and transparency
Becoming founder of WikiLeaks
Attracting international attention
By publishing secret documents
Uncovering human rights abuses
Appalling war crimes and corruption
Refusing to be censored comes at a cost
Forcing Julian to seek political asylum
Trusting only his beloved faithful cat
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on April 14, 2019 for contest JULIAN ASSANGE sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEWMANN - RANKED 8TH
on Friday
one pm
reporter
for the
standard-examiner
at s8
interview me
puffy puffery
it is the day before Saturday
one post meridiem (1 p.m.) demolishment
set in time
correspondent of journalist
falls quickly ephemeral, quick
standard and examiner
frolicking on Sections of eight
with a simple dialogue
of puffy puffery
safety unknown
.
The genuine journalist must be nosy but fair.
His profession strictly requires him to be so.
But between a public matter and private affair,
the legitimate, fine distinctions he must know.
His nose for news must be tempered by discretion,
that sharp sense that condemns the mangling of insight,
that creeping in of gossip with truth's distortion,
and that blurring of borders between wrong and right.
With the highest respect for what's confidential,
he must despise tolerance for any coverup.
To inform, to enlighten, these are essential
for him to smile when his time is finally up!
.
There was once this noted journalist
Who was fond of making lists
His stories lacked the punch
For he always followed his hunch
But the event always missed
Massachusett's Willianm Cullen Bryant
The first 'All American' poetic giant;
with verses in 'American English'
Focussed the new nation's eyes
as his poetry became widely recognised.
Bryant(1794-1878) found fam with 'to a Waterfowl' & 'The Prairies' & also helped lay the
foundations for 'American' poetry as well as creating Central Park NY
The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the
criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
The genuine journalist
must be nosy but fair,
his profession strictly
requires him to be so;
but between a public matter
and private affair,
the legitimate, fine
distinctions he must know.
His nose for news must be
tempered by discretion,
that sharp sense that condemns
the mangling of insight,
the creeping in of gossip
with truth's distortion,
and the blurring of borders
between wrong and right.
With the highest respect
for what's confidential,
he must despise tolerance
for any coverup;
to inform, to enlighten,
these are essential
for him to smile when
his time is finally up!
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