Reportage Poems - Poems about Reportage

... It was so silent, thist most extraordiary Spring night! I closed my sleepy eyes, on my outdoor, jade recliner. Warm as the embrace of a beloved,summer’s, cuddly.night. I was awakened by m......

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...This morning is dangerously close to truth. The sunlight is in bold print, the figurative blocked out in black and white. The under-brain (that sleepy chameleon with diamond eyes), blinks at a......

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...Electorate witnesses wounded beast... flailing, lurching, and writhing in throes of agony Trumpets blare acknowledging crack hunters lucky strike, i.e. bullseye salvo shot at innocuous yet bru......

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...Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centurie......

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...The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing Ideology Cartel A Dogme 95 gut wrenching revelation of the struggle for political ......

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...My Narrative Reportage for 8/8/2018 Darkness engulf the room, in my dream, The summer knaves logo theme, heats the city like rows of open pizza ovens: and Just in time for the after crop over p......

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...The wheels of justice might turn slow, but...fear not those Dom (men knows) minions defrauding decent folks...THUS We (the Gods/Goddesses of Olympus) interrupt this regularly scheduled pro gram ......

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...while figuratively hunting and pecking around me noggin force hum theme to write about lo and behold, the solution stared me right in front of my little knob nub nose with gentle clout cuz, a......

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...Some sacrificial fonts are filled with sanctified water others overflow with blood and bile all but for the rose petals camouflage dare we know the difference A holy child who in devoice dist......

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...The Waiting Room The April weather shifted high to low, Exposing those early clout casters To the concluding bite of winter; Footsteps full of foreboding Trudge their last legs up the inclined......

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...For they have failed to fulfill the yearnings of the citizens after election, Poverty stares them in the face;confused,bemused and abused. For they also have failed Hoping to find solace in correct ......

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