Newscasters Poems | Examples

TV Value

Excitement prevails,
Who is the next nut wick to go to jail?
Liars and cheats,
Oh, what a treat!
Is it just my surprise,
That politicians lie?
Occasionally,
Just to keep the beat,
And offer another treat.
Murders for sale!
The more gruesome,
The better the tale!
Twist the knob,
Turn the channel,
Watch the news,
Like so many cattle!
Perhaps a few war-torn survivors,
Covered in blood,
Tearing their clothes.
Each channel becomes,
A more gruesome show.
We used to watch the news,
To keep up with world events.
Newscasters are lost!
It's become a show,
It's all about ratings you know!

Anchors Without Rancour

Anchors without rancour are rare today.
They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some.
Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh, 
anchors without rancour.

They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum.
No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay 
as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb. 

War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay
and cleared away critics like so much pond scum.
Mark Levin at FOX deals much in the same way -
anchors without rancour.

Grieving the Loss

Solemn newscasters retell
Accounts filled with sorrow.
More children lost
where they should have been safe.

Seven lives cut short by 
the careful planning of one.

We see Rachel’s tears
falling again. They’re gone.
Parents, communities cry out
“How can such evil be addressed?”

Empty arms ache with excruciating pain.
We remember Michelangelo’s “La Pieta”,
She neither blamed her Creator,
nor held back her expression of sorrow.

As we see yet another example of innocent slaughter,
And wonder how we address this culture of death.
Such pervasive life-destroying demands provoke us
to join the saints below the altar and cry, “How long Lord…?

In the Year 2023 I Shall

In the Year 2023
I shall:

Breathe in – Breathe out
Slurp the soup
Eat the fried chicken with my fingers
Lick my fingers
Pet passing dogs
Write my name in the snow
Make snow “devils”
Throw at least one snowball
Try to look like I’m paying attention
Stop engaging in arguments with inanimate objects
Stop talking to the newscasters
Check the toilet paper before sitting
Negotiate with the dandelions in my pesticide free yard
Shout loudly into the abyss
Chant
Sing my song whether anyone likes it or not
Write poetry
Breath in – Breathe out

John G. Lawless
©12/18/2022

Boris Is Going

Do you remember Boris; back in 2020 
A virus was about to break, yet people
None the wiser ' at first he said no real
Big stuff, along with Holland we should face it tough.'
he'd been briefed then by whitty..Dear oh
Dear, three weeks on the tone was changed
To science he'd listen.' Pray come again.?
He caught bad covid He got laid low, said
Once better I'm now immune, and his mask did throw..' Oh
Naughty boy the 'experts pounced' his new
Found freedom in public he renounced, the
Pharmacy groups, exhaled a sigh' cash was
Flowing newscasters cried.' Children scared
Playgrounds closed, £8000 per covid death nhs
Were paid, so back to today He's waving bye
But what was truth? and were there lies? well
Rules and parties We've heard of much, but I'm
Not convinced (that it was such) such a scandal
If You'll look through the list of events think of
Cummings and Flemming too train rides at large
And lovers under cover they knew the game
Then dear sisters and brothers.'

Working Out

Working Out


Decades ago
presidential elections were
every four years

Rest between sets
quiet days ward off
carabolic states

Now, the madness starts
on the first 
Wednesday of November

Taper before the race
hydrate and carbo load
stretch and relax

Newscasters make predictions
hours after inauguration
“who is the fittest?”

Audio Engineer

G-reat beacon has come, 
R-ays begin to ascend; 
A-fter the twilight is gone, 
C-old chill starts to
E-nd.

T-hursday thrills your heart, 
U-sing early March second; 
P-ouring rain disappears, 
P-leasant morn meets the beacon.
A-llow the TV station to broadcast the programs that offer cheer; 
L-et the newscasters and anchors consult the audio engineer.

Unshackle My Verse

The End Is Near

My existence is under absolute rule of a dictator regime,
I have grown up in the shadow of a tyrannical, overbearing man;
(and family)
he has built huge walls,
   cutting us off from the world- no one leaves;
      or ever enters.

      He jailed all journalist, newscasters, and activists,
and ended newspapers;
all writing is illegal-  the law is death if caught.

No books are allowed and all libraries have padlocks,
(and schools)
A black cloud hangs in the sky from coal burning;
nothing green exists, and
all is brown,
(nothing wild survives)
   I live in the basement of my ruined home;
      my activist parents have disappeared,
      and I write poems.

      I have to (I must) it is in my blood,
although the punishment great;
yesterday, I ran out of paper and I am writing on walls.

      The end is near-  and there is no future.

____________________
April 1, 2017

Verse/Unshackle My Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 889040

Unshackle My Verse
Kim Rodriques

On Screen

Two newscasters were shot on screen
By some crazed gunman, first unseen;
And all who saw it were in shock,
An image they can never block.

Of course, all horror is a draw
But I am glad I never saw
The bullets hit, the bodies fall;
They pulled the footage, after all.

My heart goes out to kin and friends,
Who’ll see a scene that never ends – 
Their loved ones taking one last breath,
All future plans cut short by death.

Results of Isis Actions

Results of Isis Actions

Why does it sound like the same old song
Isn't anything sacred which was wrong?
Like to her parents continually humiliating
What we may need is much educating.

Their darling dear to heaven she has gone
All that is left are thoughts to think upon
Daughter who every day pictures will see
Now all that we have left is her memory.

How can they appear to be hard up for news
To exhibit bodily damage and mental abuse
A new life newscasters should be getting
While on her grave sun soon will be setting.

Our beloved child is now in heaven above
Singing like a snow white precious dove
Some day soon we will be hearing her to
Once we have died and our lives are through.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC

They need a category called "REMORSE."

New Year's Resolutions

Winds shriek down the narrow lane,
mist covers many a window pane,
holding smears and dust at bay,
while camouflaging rut and decay.

The newscasters predict heavy snow.
Temperatures dip to zero and below,
inviting the flu and common cold
into putting holiday cheers on hold.   

Sizzling hot fireworks light up the sky.
People seek cover to stay warm and dry,
tucking past year’s missed goals away,
to recycle them on New Year's Day.

Hope Should Not Spring Eternal

They held an election and 
nobody voted
Politicians complained they 
were grossly misquoted 
Atlas shrugged 
The world unplugged
Slipped violently way out of 
kilter. 
Tea cups tipped
Newscasters quipped
Walk don't run but please get 
to the shelter. 

Strategists tasked to come up 
with a plan
Went back to the time when 
the country began
Senators grumbled
Sarcastic mumbles 
Accusatory fingers were 
pointed 
Who's to blame
What a shame
Blame the system, its alright 
we're disjointed. 

But another campaign will be 
meticulously planned
Based in part on the sweat of 
the poor working man
Campaign promise
Faith jaundiced
A silent prayer for a magical 
elixir  
Tradition rules
A ship of fools
Looks like spoils still belong to 
the victor.

Listening

Murky sea, hides monsters and jewelry, so perk your ears
Through the trees, the wind will blow quickly, so perk your ears

The constant unkempt promises on the radios
Still will scream, whilst we all softly dream, so perk your ears

The familiar newscasters tell more knowing we're quick
To agree yet so slow to believe, so perk your ears

Our kids, dressed for summer, wave a bat and glove saying
"Pretty please!", but we're just too busy, so perk your ears

As grandpa interrupts and grabs my shoulder. "I have
Lots to teach, my little Timothy, so perk your ears!"

Free Cee a Country Turned Upside Clown

A COUNTRY TURNED UPSIDE CLOWN
So the government is going completely insane 
the way it usually does
there's nothing but       filibustering and disdain
and to get rid of what once was

there's eighteen months until the next presidential election
so the news is inundated with who, what and where
there seems to be no viable correction
while arguments and insults are all I hear

the president in power now is banned from doing anything good at all
every package he wraps up with a bow is knocked down
labor movements do nothing but stumble and stall
and every congressmen or senator is nothing but a pin-striped clown

god forbid both sides of the aisle should come to agree
but that won't happen because that would declare a winner
I hear talk radio with racial slurs that offend people like me
and guess who's not coming to dinner

so let's continue to flood the airwaves with scenes from the Twilight Zone
themes only the self indulgent can understand
while the newscasters refuse to reveal the unknown
with people like Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannady leading the band
 © 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

Free Cee I Ain'T Russian Or Rush

A COUNTRY TURNED UPSIDE CLOWN
So the government is going completely insane 
the way it usually does
there's nothing but       filibustering and disdain
and to get rid of what once was

there's eighteen months until the next presidential election
so the news is inundated with who, what and where
there seems to be no viable correction
while arguments and insults are all I hear

the president in power now is banned from doing anything good at all
every package he wraps up with a bow is knocked down
labor movements do nothing but stumble and stall
and every congressmen or senator is nothing but a pin-striped clown

god forbid both sides of the aisle should come to agree
but that won't happen because that would declare a winner
I hear talk radio with racial slurs that offend people like me
and guess who's not coming to dinner

so let's continue to flood the airwaves with scenes from the Twilight Zone
themes only the self indulgent can understand
while the newscasters refuse to reveal the unknown
with people like Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannady leading the band
 © 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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