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Calls for resignation in cities
When press powers overlay budget of objective
Journalism
Speaking for others illustrates division wrong
Pilot project cost the city $287 per ride given
City Councilman Bill Miranda speaks to the driver of the city's trolley before boarding Monday. Perry Smith/The Signal
The employment obstruction of causeway
Is debilitating to finance language
In America
These root answers create pause in print
To retract office and improve democracy growth
Term limits aren't viable excerpts
No age allows frequency in representation
Open market Economics allows applications
Trickle Down Tips
Mathematically stated,
Budget given from total gdp
Allotted and zeroed burden
Shortfall stated mathematically,
Citizen and journalism benefit of?
Concert opinion
In no boycott
All are conveniegned
The arrogant treasure is slushed
In life styling the outgoing fund phrases
Those whom capitalize
remove civil liberties
This is lobby, page, reception, speculation
Book of retraction for new
Journalist objective argument
In dissection of
Insolvent democracy per acre or
Hectare
The statement of cost
Is evidence over budget allowance
This is corruption
Term slush
Fund not empty
Being spent in spiral
Loss of life as replaced in numerical
Press campaign powers
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This Concludes Lesson 1
Plagiarism and Capitalism
Verse As Boycott
The simplification of a traffic jam
In an office
Finish print job
And release document to document owner
Mail fraud in possession of access
Whom accessed file of document owner wrong
Is in hearing
No hearing of printer job
No crime in owning document
Homekey fraud
Interpreted in California as economy
Unemployed printers?
City does and does not operate hotels
Business transacts in appropriation of funds
and ink press powers
In time observation
Of collection is willing
Thank you again for sharing your feedback and helping us shape California's future.
Sincerely,
Governor Gavin Newsom
Obstructing journalism
Very literal
The homeless point at and time move
Down generation gymnastic snatch skills
Front lines of tinder relocate shift reward visuals
Out the house dodge
Grades good bye byes
I hate to admit it, and I wish that it never happened.
It's hard to believe that I allowed it to happen.
So many thoughts; so many dreams; so much inspiration.
But the truth be told, thousands of poems, songs, and
stories were never allowed to see the light of day.
I knew that the 'writer' was within me, but I failed
to feed, water, and nourish him for many years.
I have had to forgive myself for the part of me that
was held captive and not allowed to thrive in the arena
of journalism.
The 'writer' was so intrinsically within me and roared like
a high-powered engine that had no transmission. I can see myself
sitting with pen and paper back in 1969. I remember the emotions and the
pains of confusion, the war of transition that was being fought by a boy turning into a man. I still have the words that were written, words that leaped from my heart describing the life and heart of an ambitious teenager with no one to counsel him, to encourage him to pursue what was in his heart. But I have no regrets about it because I have reconciled with the times and seasons of my life and moved on.
NOW is what matters, and it is NOW that I am most grateful that The Lord
kept me alive to restart my engine. And I'm grateful for Poetry Soup which
has given me a platform upon which to stand and write. I cannot do anything
about what has never been written, but I am happy about the 2000 pieces of work posted on the website of Poetry Soup. Com since 2015.
100422PSCtest, The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest. Craig Cornish
I followed another rabbit hole this morning and stumbled upon this article from ‘The Atlantic. I won’t give you the author’s name, though I’m sure a quick search on google would reveal it. There was a line in the 4th paragraph that reads, “They always bend a knee”, ‘he reportedly told someone.’ When we hear complaints about ‘fake news’ or ‘yellow journalism’ this is exactly what they mean. I don’t know about you, but back in my day any fact had to be double checked and verified. A reporter couldn’t just make stuff up. This guy didn’t even bother to hide it. He could have at least made up some fake name and say, according to Remo Rastinhouse. The problem is, as modern Americans, 50 percent of us will believe him. See how easy it was for me to create that fact.
Our pres. Joe Biden
reportedly told someone
send me your money
It's the 24th day of December
Christ was born tomorrow
Two thousand twenty-five years old
He still cries in his crib
Breathe through Mary’s labor unscathed
Children are dying, still immaculate
What if He were never born?
Like It’s a Wonderful Life
George Bailey out of the picture
Crusaders will keep it in the pants
Manifest Destiny, a fable dismissed
But history can’t stop TickTok
The mental still commands guns
They still post their Good News
Black Friday deals waiting for clicks
But, birds on a wire will go on
It’s Christmas Eve in Bethlehem
My son is far from me like a diaspora
I'm left as a midwife to little Jesus
Do you wish you had never been born?
Jesus must have felt the same
Tell the wise kings to stay home
Burn down the manger with spirits
What is history without the Good News?
Even if it was just yellow journalism?
Unlike today’s whitewashed headlines
Announcing greed Trumps babies
Dead children of Gaza do rise
School kids in Somalia are found
Mothers of Ukraine find a home
Ghettos in America flourish
Christmas is a morning light
That never gets off the ground
But we will survive another year
As children and mothers of Christ
We need milk and are milked
History can’t be rewritten
But it can have fresh eyes
Even if Jesus can’t be undone
Ressurection happens
Hope is beyond history
Like a child in a trough
Growing to manhood
Turning water into wine
Needing salvation Himself
Then evaporating
Like Selma, addicted to blood
On Christmas Eve, unavoidable
The day before holy labor
When hope becomes
Incarnate, reserved
For another year
Wanting connection
Ever still born
2020 and everything is getting clearer
With the New Year getting nearer
There is a news show named 2020
It is journalism done for the money
The hosts enjoy reading page six of the New York Post
But as for worthy information
This is a question that should be a raisin
With journalism students you know I am say in
It is a new decade
And it must be stated
There are many franchise’s needs
That could breed a thought of American greed
There is a chick filet here there is a chick filet there
But why does Chick Filet seem so scared
They said it was a football game with the peach name
But what it’s in the bowl really looks all the same
Now that it is over does that mean we all went under
Putting all these chicks as filets in the desert city was a blunder?
As for star bucks it must be said
Things could of went straight to their head
With all the types ready for brew
You would think they knew what was going on too
There is something really hot inside their locations which is a lot
It is a caffeinated high and a place for a girl to meet a nice guy
Throughout the next 365 days many the journalist who do their work for large pay will say
Politicians will flock to every community block
Looking for votes to win power positions that are not a joke
Take in stride this 2020 ride as not only a show but a reason to glow
You see the roar in twenties have returned
And we know this to be firm
Since success is the term
That everyone should learn
Make 2020 the best ever
When pulling life’s lever
It does not matter which party you are at
Just be honest with yourself knowing that
Bring on the new year and with out any fear
With one big cheer and maybe a tear.
Writing fiction
Has no restriction
Unlike the journal writer on the list
Asking ‘what is this’
Raising their fist
Not allowing anything to be missed
Dependent on a quote from someone else
Driving them insane straight to mental health
After a reporter decides they have the space and time
A source says ‘I decline’
Only to call right before deadline
Stating they are sorry
Forcing a whole rewrite to an inch and half story
An author on the other side
Has full control in this information ride
As a writer
A powerful imagination fighter
Creating interpretive setting is the plan
When distributing thoughts the reader will understand
Relaxing and reflect
If the subject matter is interesting and connects
Only fantasy characters get hurt
When throwing the dirt
Story telling made up
While drinking from a legendary bar fly cup
A message is told
Opening communication peacefully soothing the bold
Characters may lie, die, or cry
While others try, sigh, and inquire ‘why?’
These ideas give an author entertainment in their mind
No need to drop a nickel or dime
Encouraging them
To pick up a pen
And weave the scripture twine
Playing God surgically working on Frankenstein
Writing fiction
There is no restriction
Getting one’s way
Despite no pay
Saying it is okay
When tightening the noose
On the artist’s targeted guilty muse
letter and science
dissect-able fraud in statements as advertised to the press
abuse's of power by poor people to create recession
this is underpinning the news
to prefect the crime knowingly able to.....
post rebuttal after the word of crime is witnessed
public relations
public policy
political relations
Damage control for a politician is the response to bad press. It often takes the form of a press conference or news release that rebuts or provides a positive spin regarding the original bad press. It can be a significant part of a political staff and is often referred to as the Crisis Management Team. Damage control is also we a politician is playing defence in the political arena
from a non profitable transaction being a representative in government and out front of a church in tax certification of tax shelter
these crimes are pivot points from a non free speech
all of this investigative journalism finds this pattern of corruption in time
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All though I seek your approval;
I am certain to give you my best;
Never, the less I am in removal;
Above all ties to my conquests;
How shall I choose a choice?
And who shall listen;
When every sin has a different voice
What am I getting Inter-vision?
My mind is captive;
Take me as man I am;
My thoughts less attractive;
To wit here I stand;
Above all ties to my conquests;
As still I seek your approval;
I am certain to give you my best;
Judge me not nor allow me reproval;
Within the methodism,of this verse journalism;
I seek not expressed censured criticism;
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To the cameraman who through your distant lense
sees one man with another's wife,
and clicks and silently uploads, to expose,
and so to make those lives implode.
Who do you see behind your shuttered home?
With wife away and children gone,
no prying eye save God's alone,
yet, still you pick and throw first stone.
To the journalist, seekings idle chatter
and thinks it does not matter to craft
your print for more damming slant,
that glint of gossip, that careful hint
arising from unguarded natter.
Let’s take a lense and see your life, alone,
and how you sniff that chalky line;
and while you pick and throw that stone,
drink just one more 'fore callng ‘time’.
To the editor who holds their coats,
while dreadful damming work is done,
do tell us how you treat your wife,
and your daughter, and your son?
Show us all, expose your lives.
Before you seek those speckled eyes,
look to the logs that are your own,
before you cast your wounding stone.