Satire is a tricky thing
And won’t appeal to half
Of its potential readers,
But the other half will laugh.
The Onion is satirical
And I’m, for sure, a fan,
For it pokes fun of politics
(At least, while it still can).
Like other periodicals,
It focuses on news,
With weddings, deaths and real estate
Attracting many views.
There also is a horoscope
And lots of ads as well,
But none of it is serious,
Which anyone can tell.
It always cracks me up; at times
It makes me laugh out loud,
The humor, though, intended
For a real specific crowd.
I recommend a reading
But I would advise you that
You may not be so enamored
If you sport a MAGA hat.
Categories:
periodicals, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Artistic Integrity
squeamish questions abound
about the art of love,
impressionistic and commonly given
to misinterpretations,
but with gall declared;
“my art has hung with grandeur in halls never”
“my art been the conversation of royalty,
haughtily, but fleeting once”
“my art has been declared in periodicals,
none”
“my art has nary been spoken of”
on your walls abound
the integrity and depth
of an artist’s vision
Categories:
periodicals, art,
Form: Free verse
For females over 40,
There’s a magazine called More.
At least that is the age group
It was first intended for.
So many periodicals
Are aimed at people younger.
This magazine was perfect
For that over-40 hunger.
In articles the focus was
On older women saying
That life can be fulfilling
Even when you’ve started graying.
There wasn’t much for 60’s plus
But still, they got some mention.
If younger women felt left out,
Well, that was the intention.
Then suddenly, I noticed
There had been a subtle shift
And older women seemed to get
An even shorter shrift.
For More now advertises
It’s for women 30 plus.
I looked for protests, but nobody
Seemed to make a fuss.
I’m sure the younger women
Have a lot of cash to spend
And so the “over-40” aim
Has sadly seen its end.
So let me raise my voice
For older folk and I’ll confess
That though I’ll still read More
I feel as if I’m getting Less!
Categories:
periodicals, age,
Form: Rhyme
I sat down on the grass above you.
The dew drops drooping as I delicately
Drew my hand across
Your stone head;
the way I used to
run my fingers
Through your dark hair.
I, staring into your name, almost
Saw your green eyes shine
through the etched, gray letters.
“I owe you an apology and confession.”, I said.
“On January 5th as John the Revelator
was mistranslating your verse and
carrying you to Apollo‘s gates;
my cupid was misfiring his own bow.”
Categories:
periodicals, absence, betrayal, death, eulogy,
Form: Free verse
Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys
Core contents of the daily news papers
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…
28.29/04/10
Categories:
periodicals, allegory, death, dedication, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Ritual
It is not the position,
not the money,
not the opportunity.
It is breakfast
with my steaming tea,
my rolls,
my periodicals,
my wife pouring, buttering, keeping quiet,
my shower, towel, shirt and tie,
my selection of that tie and
that tie’s winding,
my good-bye.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
periodicals, on work and working
Form: Free verse
Each Morning
It is not the position,
not the money,
not the opportunity.
It is breakfast
with my steaming tea,
my rolls,
my periodicals,
my wife pouring, buttering, keeping quiet,
my shower, towel, shirt and tie,
my selection of that tie and
that tie’s winding,
my good-bye.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
periodicals, on work and working
Form: Free verse
Old adages,
Growing older with ages,
Wrapped inside,
Torn books,
And periodicals,
A dislike grown out of over their use,
And failures after their use,
And their newness in old times,
Had bundled into hatred,
Adage repositories,
Were thrown in attics that be,
And remained there for untold years,
Curiosity unburied them now,
Discovery was stunning,
And shaking,
Adages came waking,
Each word was born anew,
And had a wonderful meaning,
More importantly they were ancient wisdom,
We must learn lessons from the past,
Our own adages,
Must be understood now and here,
And not buried,
For "them" to read years later "there".
Categories:
periodicals, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form: Free verse