“You got the goldfish interview, as asked?”
“I did, sir, but he lacked the wherewithal
to answer me coherently, I fear.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? The fishing section
is looking pretty thin. You showed up masked?”
“Of course I did. That goldfish flu’s no joke.
He said he’s scared of casual infection.”
“Your killer question, then? Your master stroke?”
“What is the capital of Senegal?
My curver, that one: it’s my knuckle-ball.”
“You got a cogent answer?” “Nowhere near.
He knew, he said, but couldn’t now recall.”
“His love life? Did you ask?” “He yelled, objection!
He said, that’s why he hates newspaper folk.”
“But that’s the very thing with which you’re tasked –
to get the sexy stuff! You think he’s *****?”
“He said he’d tell me after taking coke.
It seemed to me a little circumspection
might do the trick.” “Unmitigated gall
is what I call it. What I want to hear
is, if he’s in that witness thing – protection.”
“I got the feeling he was trying to stall –
I probed him, but he had no recollection.”
Categories:
reporter, fishing,
Form: Rhyme
an Iceberg and a reporter
Near a village in Alaska, an enormous iceberg drifted filling the bay with fear and wonder
A journalist in the local paper saw something moving on the top of the berg, intrigued he wanted to see what it was he had seen
A Sunday morning when the people sat in church, he alone, not telling his mum climbed the berg
we saw the photos of him climbing steep walls
of ice, walking on the latter part, and a photo of him looking down at the village
he saw many footprints and concluded that someone lived on the berg, but a storm broke out, he sought shelter in a crack of the ice
we saw the photo of him sleeping in his bag
and when awake eat a frozen pie
When the storm had abated, he found more footprints, but there are no photos to prove this
when he came back to the village and published
an article on his findings
Until a witty soul asked him if the cameraman was still on the iceberg
Categories:
reporter, absence, angst, beach, blessing,
Form: ABC
Cinnabar remittance ailerons squall federal cobblestones. Lank alpine squint modest. Nectarine grimace, cloys toothsome.
Coiffure chain rod composure anemic, primogeniture Swedish cotton murk optics
Rodeo riding maiden broadcaster network metaverse falconry. Boreal voyages legalese.
Simper treacle blanched anecdotally. Goofy balm, beardless tease, healthy as a horse, real bee knees.
Categories:
reporter, cat,
Form: Free verse
Mymymymymymywhatwhatwhatwhatwhat ‘s hap-hap-hap penned-ink
Categories:
reporter, crazy, fantasy, language, surreal,
Form: I do not know?
I love the snow and beautiful blue skies,
gentle rain and thunderstorms,
winds that blow the fall leaves,
leaving a gold carpet up to my knees.
I don't like duratio winds,
or tornados that suddenly blow in,
earthquakes that take down walls,
or warm fronts that stall.
When flood warnings are posted,
I always wish I had a boat,
the threats are real,
I really hope I float.
Mud slides are wild,
I'm glad that in Ohio,
they aren't that common,
but I loved making mud pies as a child.
Ice storms leave a beautiful scene,
the icicles hanging like daggers,
salt trucks are loaded just in case,
getting it all organized is a race.
A beautiful blue moon,
that we see above,
all the things we've learned,
everyday at noon.
The weather man that taught us all,
no matter the conditions,
the one accurate reporter,
his name is Jym Ganahl.
My favorite lore of his,
after the first forsythia blooms,
there will be three more snow falls,
an intelligent man to know all this.
I hope he enjoys his retirement,
for many years to come,
we will often think of him,
when we can't find the sun.
Categories:
reporter, career, environment, rain, remember,
Form: Rhyme
Y-ou
R-eally
A-re
K-een
R-eporter
I-n
S-ports
T-elevision
I-mplementing
N-ationwide
E-ffective
D-elivery
A-s
L-isteners
A-re
O-verwhelmed
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
reporter, poems,
Form: Acrostic
LeClaire was at his Traitors Post
Getting a roast
From the Indian seller
One heck of a yeller
“I did not have an affair!”
She did swear
“I sold this guy
What he wanted to buy
A nice gift
To give his new bride a lift”
LeClaire
Felt very scared
There was no time to stop the press
Reporting this mess
Only find the truth
About an issue ready to hit the roof
Putting on his snow shovels
LeClaire headed out to prove the faithful knight had a lover
Seeing heroic foot prints he fixed his notebook
And took a look
Preparing for a fight
Knowing this path track was right
But then there was thunderous rumbling
An avalanche started crumbling
Feeling lucky like he rolled a seven
Escaping from going to heaven
This was not the one
Being smothered following Goldie lock knight and his mistress hon
When danger all cleared
Something else appeared
Which made LeClaire fear
A knight with golden locks
Image put LeClaire in shock
“Interview with you was fun
Did the story run?”
LeClaire feeling he was done
Peering up not knowing what to say
Except “it ran today”
Categories:
reporter, adventure, confusion, crush, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
I jumped on a bullfrog’s back.
He screamed, startled.
I calmed him down.
Then we started talking.
Coffee, lunch, no suppers.
He is my guy now.
But I had to take things slowly
And pretend I was subtle.
Sedate little me, bullfrog’s girl.
Façade in place twenty-four seven,
So I can get his side of the story
On the Lily Pad murders.
What I wouldn’t do for a story,
I have not discovered yet.
Girl Reporter signing out.
Good night, fans. Shh.
Categories:
reporter, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Light Verse
Reporter Is a News Transporter
If I were the one defining a reporter,
They seem to be a news transporter;
When detected,
Highly respected,
Even if they may be taller or shorter.
Jim Horn
Categories:
reporter, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
they come form difference race
and corlor of face
all have the same taste
and love soda
the
NEW REPORTER
Categories:
reporter, art,
Form: Light Verse