My dad used to fill the newspaper sack with air
And then close his fist on it to form a bubble
Then —I think just for my amusement— pop it!
If I was right there he’d let me try to pop it haha
I wonder if he did this at work (the newspaper)
Or was it all for me since I’m easily amused? :)
I’ve tried to do this myself but it’s not the same
A Newspaper
Elon Musk, a liberal newspaper that never tires
of writing about his wealth, also, for the most part
dislike him, and the power that follows in the wake
We read in the Guardian that Elon Musk is trying to
Get a license for the electricity market with Tesla
The paper points out that Musk has met Putin
and can't be trusted, he is a security risk, that
The remark is quietly funny
A meeting between two giants, I would like to
have been there, my world is mundane, what's
for lunch, and petrol in the car, but we accept
On our part, avoid the struggle to be the top dog in
in command for a moment of worshipful praise
before disappearing into a historic footnote.
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
newspaper business has brought us far
to these territories where desert rivers
descend from huge clouds cultivated
but we live on twisted lips to build
something for those coming in
oh you who love this place
by the tourist book is a man
who loves a woman by
a guidebook of sex positions now
I’m tired of the newspaper,
Defeated and ashamed,
For story after story features
He-who-can’t-be-named.
But even worse, the toadies
Who bow down and kiss his toes
Are gloating with their power
Which nobody will oppose.
We’re headed for disaster
Yet it’s difficult to care
Because the news assures us
That, already, we are there.
Our nation once was mighty,
Opportunity did shine,
But that’s the case no longer
Since nobody has a spine.
What an unfree newspaper writes
According to a leading English newspaper
the alarm is the upcoming election
will labor be back in power
like that would be different from now
England (not Britain) is meddling in the war
in Ukraine, which is not of her concern
England, which had once been a colonial power
has a long tradition in military tradition
going to war against the reluctant masses
this since the cousin of Queen Victoria's cousin
was shot by the communists
and therefore crossing the red line
which is historical
England is a small, but the Nobel classes are a baggage
of arrogance, they won, we are told about
one the last war.
No, that England is a second-rate military
might they not help but think they are relevant
Great English writers were at odds
with the upper classes hanging on to violence
but habits die hard
the noble call to arms by the noble
represented by a dusty kingdom is still
there, it is a call that can't
be resisted, we are still a great nation
not for us to be Holland
News
these days,
scars our soul;
children are sold
by their own parents:
promises made, betrayed.
Life’s likened to a dark dream,
conjured by man’s demonic heart
but we find no solace in these words,
witnessing the rape of our consciousness.
Within life’s fearful darkness, some lights shine,
lessons of peace, forgiveness and trust,
which heart clutches onto in hope,
that a day will come when love
will transform feral hearts.
In this hope we breathe,
knowing that God
will transmute
wayward
souls.
I was riding the bus to work
One day,
When the fellow sitting next to me
Turned to say
There’s an interesting article
In the newspaper today.
I looked at him,
My curiosity was roused.
Page seven he he said, if you care to browse.
I unfolded my paper and
Turned to the page.
Two-words caught my eye.
As I started to read,
I scratched my head.
Was this a mistake,
I questioned myself.
But sure enough
It was true
A Pope eloped yesterday afternoon
My Newspaper Horn Haiku
what we did detect
newspaper had intelect
we knew was correct
This is my 8,800th Horn
Haiku especially designed
for Brunswick Beacon,
Shallotte, North Carolina
James Serious Mysterious Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NV 28422
Keep your morning informed
With a piece of newspaper
Stay connected with the rest of the world
Besides your small confined self-centred world
Stay up-to-date with
The critical news
The breaking news
The latest news
The in-depth reports
Like dropping a bombshell into a dull world
But news can't simply be surfaced
Without evidence of a witness
Or some physical proofs
Or else it will be charged
But a piece of news after
A long court case or a suspension
Is no more first-hand
And no more attracting
And a piece of news incomplete
Is no more a reflection of the truth
A piece of newspaper will gradually become
A piece of tissue paper,wrapping paper or waste paper
And the world will simply forget it
As a past event or a piece of history
The world won't learn any lesson
As it is no more news by tomorrow
Fluttering news there
the newspaper fly in space
lost in the strong storm
Tom, do you know “THE CUNNINGHAM NEWS” is read by one and all,
The World anxiously waiting to celebrate upon hearing about Putin’s fall,
I can understand how Ukrainian deaths will dampen Ukraine’s victory call,
But winning this war with glorious hearts, their reward, to feel ten foot tall.
A newspaper and a Widow
The old widow across the hall
has been coughing loudly during the night
I thought of knocking on her door.
Decided against because of the virus she might have.
Well, she is not coughing now.
I have read the guardian newspaper a confessed
paper for “the educated middle-class” I should not
read it as I´m not their class of people nor do I wish
to become one. I used to write comments to there
but was barred, so I use Twitter instead
but it has some good writers, so it is worth reading.
There are times when the paper is left-leaning,
but it easily panics and hurries back to safe middle ground.
I´m worried about the lady across the hall, her husband
had been a high-ranking officer in the army, she is
too quiet, perhaps she is dead, I better speak to the porter.
This is what they used to do,
Grandpa's made their own rules,
Sit on verandah on sunny morn,
Read the sport, paper at dawn,
Then to read the obituaries,
Ensure still alive, you see,
Finally, they passed to glory,
Grandpas so loved, their story!
"U.S Attacked: Hijacked Jets Destroy Twin Towers And Hit Pentagon In Day Of Terror," The New York Times
even if it works like clockwork, it can still break.
shattered worlds petrified passerby,
People as hungry as bears, for explanations.
What does this mean?
What is next?
Why us?
"Wall Street Crash!" The London Herald
the world plunged out of its tranquil decade
into a worldwide depression.
affluent people became the precariat
The working class fell deeper into the umbrae
Poverty was the new normal.
"Martin King Shot To Death: Gunned Down In Memphis," Daily News
An icon in civil rights, Baptist minister, incredible father
not accepting the tragedy was many forms of mourning
The mystery of "Will equality ever exist?" still stood
he still had a dream.
all hope isn't lost if carried on through ideology.
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