I dream a world where the courage of our conviction
is governed by the confidence in our compassion.
I dream a world where the courage of our conviction
is governed by compassion out of fashion.
I dream a world where we fashion a song of freedom
from the chains of our confusion.
I dream a world where the confusion of conviction
breeds the opportunity of connection.
I dream a world where the arcing line of justice
bisects the stubborn line of continuous conviction.
I dream a world where the chains linking all conviction
melt the chains which link the fences of our illusion.
I dream of a dream within a dream where the awakening
air we breathe is not a yawn but the song we dreamed.
And this time…
we remember…
all the words.
I have a dream.
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit
supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading
liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
Full court press on the press
an all out assault on speech
verbose wit-nitts sowing deceit supremes masquerading liberators
an all out assault on speech
university protest branded
supremes masquerading liberators fabulist executive derided
university protest branded
agitators bolstering antisemitism
fabulist executive derided
the light on genocide
agitators bolstering antisemitism
tattooed ICE on immigration
the light on genocide
muted body snatchers
tattooed ICE on immigration
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
muted body snatchers
power play MEGAphone
NPR CNN DOGE DOA
funds deemed unfundamental
power play MEGAphone
spitting lies into the wind
Funds deemed unfundamental
Full court press on the press
Spitting lies into the wind
Supremes masquerading liberators
Entertainment on TV
Or radio depends
On funding from the government
Or ads for private ends.
Both PBS and NPR,*
With Public in each name,
Provide such joy for tuners-in,
With years of much acclaim.
From children’s shows to orchestras
To journalists with news,
The varied offerings present
A host of different views.
Yet now an order has been signed -
I’ll let you guess by whom -
To end all public funding,
As these stations meet their doom.
To stop “woke propaganda”
By the “monsters” on the “left,”
This, instead, will damage children
And leave listeners bereft.
The only monster I can see
Is one who thinks he’s king
And every day I wonder
What new horror he will bring.
*Public Broadcasting Service and
National Public Radio
Damn poetry is awful! I had to turn off that show on NPR when the poet got round to the line, "Literature is the ashes under the playground set" spoken in such earnest. If there was a god, poets who came up with lines like that would be stricken dead by multiple lightning bolts from a clear blue sky without enough of them left to scatter under the aforementioned playground set.
Hands across the pond to the NPR,
When you give power to the truth
It's a beacon from afar,
We've got a message from the UK
Coming at you, forsooth,
So now feel me when I say,
From the Morning Edition
Get Embedded every day,
When All Things Are Considered,
We need to hear what you've go to say,
Keep the Tiny Desk running hot,
Got to love those funky, fresh, sounds
Don't let Trump's lies go unchallenged
Fact check them down to the ground,
Fake news, fake flues or 'inject yourself with Lysol'!
The only cure for tyrrany
Is not to tolerate it, people
So.......
Don't let the WackaDood
Give you any Other Smother,
The Republic will survive, I pray,
If you respect each other.
Zapata flies
no grand illusion
channel disappears
Note:https://www.npr.org/2019/08/05/748219809/this-time-franky-zapata-makes-it-across-the-english-channel-on-a-hoverboard
Behind the Scene at NPR
On the roof again
A code we send out every now and then
When someone’s life is almost near the end
We say that he is on the roof again
On the roof again
Let’s start writing bout our sickly friend
Who’s life has almost gone around the bend
A bio for who’s on the roof again
On the roof again
Like a band of writers, we check off the birthdays
Of our special friends
Insisting that their bio’s written our way
But today
He’s on the roof again
We’ve got a bio that we must amend
The life we live is writing bio’s open-end
In case somehow they’re off the roof again
On the roof again
As writers we must now attend
That bio that we have is really way too thin
And it can’t wait – he’s on the roof again
note - when a noted person is reported to be gravely ill, NPR writers get a notice that he or she is "on the roof" and it is time to update their BIO.
PS MS US BS
AJ DJ OJ PJ
ER OR HR PR
JD MD OD VD
CBA DBA MBA NBA
AC BC DC JC
KC MC PC WC
BP DP KP TP
MP PP VP XP
BB CB OB TB
AM FM GM PM
A&M F&M M&M S&M
AJ BJ DJ JJ
KJ OJ PJ TJ
CTA MTA PTA RTA
APR CPR NPR R&R
CDT DDT EDT PDT
AMC FMC GMC PMC
ABC BBC NBC SBC
AC BC DC JC
FSU LSU MSU OSU
ASU BSU CSU ISU
MA ME MI MO
MN MS MK MJ!
Imagine I posted a cute video. Dog looking intensely at something, or it might not be a dog, the video is shaky and fuzzy, maybe it's actually a log or an old shoe. Shift camera phone to show what dog is gazing at, might be a squirrel or a raccoon, but if it was, it's gone now, all that can be seen are bushes or maybe that's a rug hung up to dry.
Then hear me laugh on video soundtrack, or maybe I'm strangling; and someone says, "Did you get that? You should put it on youtube!" Or perhaps it was some random and garbled sentence picked up from NPR. So here it is. Cute video of nothing interesting headlined "Wait until you see the end!" Everyone will share that.
Personal Tag
There’s a personal tag on my car
It’s a stand out in my repertoire
It suggests ‘HUG’M NOW,’
And it must be highbrow,
For the source was our friend NPR.
Brian Johnston
June 29, 2015
Thrill is Gone
Blues Boy, oh blues boy
say it ain't so
Lucille's lover done gone
now I'm goin' down slow
B.B. bye baby
I jus' heard da news
that B.B. is gone
the King of the blues
"thrill is gone away from me.
Although I'll still live on,
But so lonely I'll be."*
knowin' no more B.B.
Lucille, Lucille,
I want you to know
I too, loved that blues man,
B.B., your beau
© GoodeGuy 2015-05-15
* from "Thrill Is Gone" by Roy Hawkins and Rick Darnell
http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2015/05/15/398031882/b-b-king-legendary-blues-guitarist-dies-at-89
Sadness is a place I lived in for years.
NO MORE!
I'm finding my way OUT.
Cool windy days are best...
They blow away uncertainty
and remind me of vegetable soup...and NPR.
And the rain is brain colored...
And the thunder sounds just like
something remembering something
We frolic through our disillusionment like running through on open field in the infancy
of summer. Our social distractions curb our interests
just enough to keep the world's insanity mere distant reports on NPR...
We have lives, or so we think... We haven't the time for the profound.
We have a plethora of daily concerns to keep us completely and utterly distracted...
Is this by design, or has technology enveloped our lives to the point that our reality
has grown vague and distorted? Where are the summers of our youth, where imagination
ruled supreme, and our thoughts seemed more clear and focused?
O.D.'d
major retrospective, devoted to his life's work
was he ordinary man, or something of a quirk
looking back at pale-lit gallery resumé
was he prophetic genius or just overworked
Obsessive destructive, objective destiny,
some type of truth, some sense of decay
Obvious or oblivious - epiphany or enemy
needling the hurt - holding the dismay
the doubt, the scag, the arm on the john
the heart-stopping truth of addiction upon
the famous, the obscure, the horse ride unsure
the only way to go is up - or down forgone
there's a line, a long one, from way past
of human souls searching to take away pain
hookah'd, needled, and bottled to outlast
and escape life's sorrows to live again
© Goode Guy 2014-02-04
http://www.npr.org/2014/02/03/270874316/police-investigate-death-of-actor-philip-seymour-hoffman
http://www.npr.org/2014/02/03/271064728/on-philip-seymour-hoffman-and-his-many-appearances
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