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My father was exceedingly
intelligent and well versed
and worldly wise
Despite and inspite of his
humble working class beginnings
and lack of formal education
He used to say education and
common sense are completely
different
Smart people are often said or
are refered to as being well read
But my father was not a great
reader he drew or the source
of his knowledge
Was reading newspapers and
watching the news religiously
So much so he made my mother
tape the news everyday without
fail
But the news he watched is
so far removed from that
is served up to us today
Because the news today has
become weaponised not for
good but for nefarious use
Stealth and entertainment
triumphs over content and factual
non-baised reporting
Not so much a tool for educating
and imparting knowledge trying
to induce thoughtful debate
But rather lecture and tell us
all what we are supposed or
allowed to say and think
Freedom of speech so long as
you agree with us
And god forbid if you disagree
even if you have a valid point
to argue
You will either be cut off
shot down or labelled and
tagged or made a pariah of
Fake news
Stealth agenda
Purveyors of the most
powerful virus in the history
of humanity
Corruption of the mind
via unfettered unregulated
propaganda
A Newspaper
Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point of view
It was pro-Israel, defending Palestinian artists' rights
while overlooking as long as possible, the utter brutality
of Israeli politics against, say, Palestinians
The fact that the Guardian has been able to change is its
ability to alter its stands, yet holding to their journalistic
who are not left-wing, except for some of them who
Thanks to nature and time, they have wings.
Today, the Guardian is no longer a newspaper; it is more
like a color magazine dedicated to true sex stories shies
not away from lesbianism and what we now call gayness
It caters to a younger middle class, employed in, I think
show business, or the media, with titles like TV analyst
Or a researcher of AI, who will one day make all of them
out of work
When I get up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee and
For entertainment, read the Guardian
The lights are blaring
The team is playing hard
The stadium rumbles the ground
With movement
...and cheer
Down in the street
The earth moves
With the shattering of windows
And loud cries
...and fear
The crafts are displayed
The tents hold beautiful treasure
Parades tell of wondrous joy
Feelings tingle the tinsel
...and peer
......back
..................and forth
..................................here is too near
The season is here
It is upon is...this very moment
Gifts are being bought
People still planning
...void
The illusion dissipates
At the feet of TRUTH
Idolatry at the heart
We bartered our youth
Children don't need lies
Adults needed entertainment
Gainsay palatable
For the familiar feeling
....cheer
Sweet taste
Bitter digestion
Idol work
Spider infestation
....bluh!
Hope shews forth LOVE
Nothing else will do
Cheer dredged in sickly fear
Equals Holiday stew
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/15/2021
Mockingbirds' entertainment
As the sunrises
Underneath cobalt skies
Sending forth yellow muted beams
Into a world of mankind's silence
Pecan trees' young tender leaves
Have filled out, matured, color deepened
Darkness still fills the woods
As woodpecker comes to life
Fragrance of magnolia blossoms
Floats upon cool morning air
It's scent and gardenia intersect
Surrounding my nose with delight
The cool air is quite still
There is no susurration in the trees
Only the sound of songbirds
A chorus radiates from each tree
The sound of mankind traveling
Two cars come up the road
Speeding along in confidence
Going to work or home~ who knows
Thank you, God
For time out on the porch
A few minutes to commune with You and nature
Help me to make it through this day
Doing what I can
Running, dripping, or still;
Life's a faucet, we’re a thirst,
To never drink our fill.
We drink and think
We are immune to pain from one another,
But brother, when it comes,
The waterfall or shower towers each
To block the sun.
Into a depth of puddles we stare
With all the wishes hearts forsake.
While voices whisper
From each rain for us to wake.
All drops stop, then disappear,
Take no side but reach our ear
In long or shorter stride to touch
The origin inside.
The place from which no one can hide;
The Hand that turns our faucet on or off.
From caves to huts and soup to nuts,
Each of us an entertainment,
The scope of which directed by
The compass of our choice.
We have and hear a different voice,
But it is our own we stretch
Across this voided earth,
Spiked with certain curtains and callings
Our ceilings manufactured.
These times are not newer
Because there are fewer miles
Of synapse between us.
It is a small but constant distance
From cheek to cuspidor
And what is not expected
Is expectorant on the floor
As we walk into our slippers
Through each shower of hours.
Chapters of happiness layered
With a faith that is guided by
What we have been without.
It is far more elegant to dress
Our moments in what is missing
Than dismissing the obvious
For the want of more,
Yet to stop is to become
That which we were chasing.
Our ears grow with age.
While cold guides our fingers flattened rage.
We can say what we will, turn the page,
Or eat a pie, starting every bite with I.
Who would be the wiser?
What gains a penny whose face is proud
And speaks aloud to the backside of a life?
Follow or fallow It’s what we are made of;
Harvesting hairs, split with indifferences
Spilling from the mouths of babes,
But Maybe baby, we just want to be held
One more time before we go,
While knowledge and understanding
Come from the language of others.
Each place or face is a foreign orb
That we err or blur into a refinement.
It is not a magic pencil but a crazy crayon
From which the cartoons of our life are born.
Oh Gabriel, come blow that horn!
Oh , pretty pet cat 'Delight',
snow white !
You oves to stand and sit,
on my sofa, always close to me.
As I pat you , you close your eyes in delight
It's my great pleasure at my leisure
to sit with you side by side.
You wander in kitchen,
like to steal candy to eat
on any moment as an entertainment:
Dear Dear My Dear
My lovely child ! You are my most favourite.
A powerhouse of gregarious silliness
for our delight and entertainment
Chuck Barris weekly orchestrates
his national amateur talent show
comprised of bizarre exploits
none of your conventional class acts
unique offbeat eccentric spectacles
for the questionable and less discerning palate
guaranteed a few good laughs peppered by
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Walks in brown bag over head
the unknown comic snickering
unloading sarcasm by the truckload
taunting daring wingnuts on standby
Chuck invites lineups of hopeful contestants
out to show off their disputable skills and talents
performers dubious absurd and outlandish
come for their five minutes of fame and glory
most delusional hoping not to hear reverberate
resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Comes singer Boxcar Willie followed by
Gene Gene the Dancing Machine
the anticipation at an all time high
it’s a circus invasion on our tv
flaunting their wares publicly on air
exhibitions with guts and little pride
worst acts of the week preposterous
scores on scale 0 to 10 overruled
contributing to the silliness of our youth
the resounding sounds of the gong ong ong
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 27, 2020 for contest LIVING IT UP FOR LAUGHTER sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 2ND
In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton,
The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten.
Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek.
In child’s play, we sang our lines, closed our eyes, and did not peep.
Checkers and Old Maid, Red Wagons and Hula Hoops, Boys with pockets of marbles. All these and more, when kids never had to be afraid of armed bandits and robbers.
Rubber Balls and Home Made Bats, having fun running and rolling rubber tires. All these treats and more, when kids watched birds land on electric wires. Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic, The Lord’s Prayer, The 23rd Psalms, and Ten Commandments; A simpler place and time, walking shoeless in the dust and avoiding hot pavements. All these and more, after the chores, were better known as “Entertainment”.
All these and more were ways that we spent our time, long before we owned TV’s or Telephones. I’ve seen the Atlantic in New York and walked the sandy beaches of the Pacific in San Francisco, but Southern memories are fresh of the unforgettable treasures in a place I once called home.
05232007PSCtest, Impress Me With An Old Poem (002), Poet Destroyer A
Cool breezy swirl
Pregnant with rain;
Abrupt metaphor
Man walking dog
Faces so alike;
Harmonic motion
News flash
Warring fractions;
Lose-lose situation
Grass verge flowers
Unceremonious strands;
Beauty unnoticed
Old rubber tree
Nature's monument;
Wears a regal countenance
Sky of grey-black
Random lightning flash;
Nature re-decorating
Feline chorus
Evening entertainment;
Midnight madness
Easy breezy
Zephyrs swirl and dance;
Cold evening gathers
Between sad and bad
Choose to be glad;
Weather grim change
Leon Enriquez
14 August 2014
Singapore
Loser changes name match
The Concernment of People
Cellar Toss verses Mil Mascot
Came about due to the high
Venue prices. Said Peom.
A outlook of fans and media
a Concernment of greed and
Se to dishness, spoke many
Concerned.
Wisdom of Savants and Meres
(Peoples Priorities) Nicknames
that causes concerns. He Lavish
could target critsium from those
who feel to he backlash from there
entertainment interest. The loser shall
wear the name"Big Meanie" due to contractual
Concerns . A ticket buying public pushes the
envelope, a ticket buying public
Wises to raise there glass in honor
not in fear. Real. World issues, concerns
real people not corporate hypocrates
A champion talks championships
A champion doesn't stumble over situations
Unskilled and troubled.
The outcome is defeat not parish!