A little voice inside keeps saying, “write something different”
Different to what may I ask?
I have surely written about every subject there is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd get censored and my lifetime membership would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of it
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their respective bank accounts
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatic fringe would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
Categories:
sensationalized, proposal,
Form: Free verse
A little voice keeps saying, “write something different”
Different to what I may ask?
I've surely written about every subject there is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd be censored and my lifetime membership would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of that stuff
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their respective bank accounts
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatics out there would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
Categories:
sensationalized, cool, fun, trust,
Form: Rhyme
Howling wind at new moon and its noise,
winged seeds and debridge in determined voice.
Darkness and dusted sculptures in cold demand,
fierce presence of ghosts in dust of sand.
Bending, waving, cracking trees in form to this,
rendezvous with dangerous power harmonies.
Restless spirits taken on regions of dark air,
creating memories of vulnerability still there.
Hearing the rapture coming with a banging door,
excited dust whirling of the floor.
Voices from the kingdom of venerable souls,
crying for respect as the tumbleweed rolls.
Omens of natures for the sensationalized race,
divine virtue for seers reborn through grace.
Wakeful in the eye of the storm to consecrate,
the useless masks for airborne virus that mutate.
The soul that rises with us from dust to dust,
needs earth elements as immunity trust.
In utter nakedness of faith we do come,
weaving spirits of trust that takes us home.
Categories:
sensationalized, 12th grade, nature, senses,
Form: Ballade
A little voice inside keeps saying, “write something different”
Different to what I may ask?
I've surely written about every subject there is to write about
No no! I can't write about THAT!
I'd get censored and my lifetime membership would be revoked
Anyway, writing that stuff is only to get attention
It's called “sensationalism”
The world press is particularly guilty of that stuff
I understand they're in the business to sell papers
And add mucho dollars to their bottom line
BUT a little discretion at times would certainly be in order
I'm not referring to any one particular article or story
Just expressing my thinking
Perhaps if events weren't sensationalized as much
The lunatics out there would be more concerned with other things
Such as what they have to be thankful for
Instead of complaining about what others have and they don't
Am I dreaming???
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
sensationalized, confusion, corruption,
Form: Narrative
flowers bloom when you walk in the fields of my heart
all i can do is smile in the vibrant wonder of your everpresent presence
sensationalized disbelief inspires the sunshine to exhume radiance to the once sad state of forever
i enjoy the calming breeze of from the beginning of your benevolent winter snowfall to the end of the joviality of your fall
flowers bloom when you walk in the fields of my heart
with a newfound pride, i walk freely in a world that seems full of limitations
with your contagious inspiration, however, anything is possible
God has blessed me through you, and for that i am eternally grateful....
Categories:
sensationalized, beautiful, dedication, for her,
Form: Free verse
We went to prison a year ago
Many prisoners everywhere I saw
I met a man but I don’t know who
One friend introduced me to him
His case is attempted rape
In a faraway place he is not safe
Coz’ nobody believed in his story
Language barrier he feels so sorry
The police sensationalized the case
The parents want him to be in life sentence
Even with valid and strong evidences
Wants 3 million for their daughters sake
The witnesses explained the incidents neatly
The family of the accused prayed hopefully
It said nothing to be afraid nothing to worry
But after 3 months the court said he is guilty
It’s like a bomb the hits him on that day
Ask where is GOD to protect him anyway?
His heart, his emotions is in deep misery
He looked around to the court and cried wearily
This is what happens if you are not in your country
Nobody to defend you even you beg on the Jury
Many cases like this everywhere and around the world
They are the victims and wrongfully imprisoned
October 18, 2012
Categories:
sensationalized, life, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse
Sweetened dung is shoveled down
gluttonous throats with eager appetites for
alleged misdeeds skillfully spun
into a frenzy of sensationalized hype
by media-seasoned reporters.
.
Seduced by speculation and hearsay,
a jury of pseudo-intellectuals assembles
neatly with moral turpitude tied
smug and tight around rigid white collars
stained heavy with sweat and anticipation.
She stands alone as the eyes of
the court pierce through her appraising
her posture and expression while
the echo of charges being read dissipates
with the smell of type ink and old mahogany.
Fragments of truth embellished
for shock-value and dramatic effect
spill forth as vomit
from confessional mouths
reeking of rot and fermentation.
Vulturous prosecutors rise in fluid
motion squawking accusations in
expert execution of closing arguments,
pecking apart flesh, unconscionably
scattering the meaty bones of her defense.
Categories:
sensationalized, allegory, social,
Form: Free verse