Newspapers Poems - Poems about Newspapers

We are here sorrowfully happy We are here crying and smiling We are Rich only on TV We are Rich only on newspapers. Where are they says the leaders Give them the remnants to eat They deserves a natural glass of wine And something to take as protein. We are here living happily happy With our swollen faces smiling Lest we appear wretched on TV Wearing...

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Newspapers can be logs for the fire or non-functional rolling pins Obsolete as white-stockinged town criers along with typewriters ~ has-beens ...

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We get to see you rise, step on the cold floor When the clock strikes five in the dark. Your cell goes gaga over nothing, you lie next to our lot, begging attention. When the lily in your garden and the mynah Over the sill shows up, your sleep spent, You look at the mirror to get a fresh impression...

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We would French Burgundy sip, Hands of intimate ones grip, Up the flaps of trousers zip, Together documents clip, Through borrowed newspapers flip, Buckets into rivers dip, Good waiters in hotels tip, Open promised parcels rip, Penniless The Costly skip, Ideas we think okay quip; Across Big Waters things ship We would from seen danger slip, Try not to over stones trip, In the bud the hurting...

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I once wrote Op-Eds for a regional daily paper Until the new publisher thought me too liberal He preferred to publish a sensational caper Than alternative views, well-expressed, literal, God forbid the public be encouraged to think Or have the opportunity to read opposing views, Which is primarily why many local papers stink Filled, as they are, with advertisements and old news! After...

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Dogpatch Daisy Mae Little Abner T. Cornpone USA Al Capp...

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The Future of a Pixilated Past David J Walker I see you in every page Of the archived newspaper That survived to tell our stories again When the day and date is alive and I look forward to Greeting you revived at a different stage of The kaleidoscope ride that Stops only when its time to get off I see me in every...

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In the past, people trusted the press. For the press had a certain noblesse. But today, I would say, trust has withered away — we are now very hard to imPRESS....

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Newspapers I read a few people read the newspaper anymore I have in the shed the English written publication going back twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad. Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric...

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Let me ask you, how does the poem change when "dog" is addressed in the female gender? come now little "....." stop shaking ...

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come now little dog stop shaking ...

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When I’m away The New York Times Gets piled beside my door. (For longer trips, I hang a bag To keep them off the floor.) I read them all when I get back, In order that they came, Enjoying news that’s “old;” at least, That’s what some people claim. I likely know the bare bones Of most stories and their stars From radio and...

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The world revolves these days with strife: War rears ugly as harsh threats shout; Terror involves sad loss of lives; What a pity the down and out. Brisk tabloid sales paint grim and mad; Here and somewhere, man devours man; Killing makes pale reason turned bad; Then here and there, murder attends. Newspapers tell of tragedy; So much to say on the dark side; Coffers...

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Newspapers Are So Last Century By Elton Camp You still get a paper a young man sneered Obviously thinking that I was quite weird He thought that getting the news online Should, for me, be just perfectly fine While I am in the process of transition, I still see need to take the print edition For one, nothing else does so fine A...

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Love was standing On a street corner Near this News paper stand Eating a Cherry Popsicle...

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