Short Cronkite Poems

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Black and White

Cronkite did the talking.
Nixon started walking.
Through the rabbit's ears 
we saw it all.
Windows down by cranking.
Kids still got a spanking.
Food stamps were on paper
not on cards.
Pryor told the jokes.
Everybody smoked.
Man things were different
way back then.
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Rest In Peace Walter Cronkite

Loud voices
with their measure
No longer 
deem to care
Our information feed
corrupt
With broadcast
millionaires

Stars masquerade
as journalists
To pander, slant
and spin
Truth to fester
in their swamp 
And sink
— but never swim

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Form: Rhyme

Lambs To Slaughter

Sometimes,
the very best informed
remain the most naïve

Cronkite
in 1963,
“Oswald Was The One”

The Mob sat back
and licked their chops,
“Bobby’s Finished Now”

As millions mourn
in false belief
—and Warren to mislead

(Crazy Horse Memorial: Black Hills South Dakota, September, 2021)

Premium Member Pillar of Flame

Cradling a nation
With warm love

Brightly guiding
Our pursuit of dreams

Comforting our sorrows
Celebrating our victories

Cradling a nation

                   with

                       warm

                             love



*Tribute to Walter Cronkite.....A Real American Hero

Premium Member alternative facts eye roll

It is an alternative fact, she says.
Interpretation: It is a lie.
Walter Cronkite would be horrified.
That she used that term on national television.

There are no alternative facts, only facts.
An alternative fact is a lie, a fib, a misinterpretation.
Unfortunately, as long as any station can use the word NEWS
Without checking accuracy or facts, this inane idiocy might continue.


Premium Member I Hate the News

I Hate the News
By Franklin Price
02/02/2016

Just want to say, I hate the news.
Reporters drive me to more booze.
They spin the news as they see fit
It's hard to make some sense of it

They tell the story their own way,
The truth or not is what they say,
Complete or partial;  out of context.
Never surprised, what they say next.

Where is Cronkite, Chet and Dave?
They are turning in their graves
I know for sure they cannot rest
Seeing the truth put to the test
Form: Couplet

Anchors Without Rancour

Anchors without rancour are rare today.
They don’t just report rumors, they dissect some.
Men like Brinkley and Huntley, anchors aweigh, 
anchors without rancour.

They steer clear of party-lines with no humdrum.
No newshawk floored CBS such a long stay 
as Walter Cronkite whose candor ranks as plumb. 

War correspondents, like Murrow kept at bay
and cleared away critics like so much pond scum.
Mark Levin at FOX deals much in the same way -
anchors without rancour.
Form: Roundel

60s Kid

Angel bars sissy bars and banana seats
The rolling stones what a cool beat

Cronkite 6pm news telling of Kennedys death
Just a young boy i really didnt understand yet

Mother would say you kids go outside and play
Cigar box marbles jacks made my day

Saturdays came i couldnt wait
Fishin for bream boy did i stay late

One particular christmas i remember very well
A johnny seven i got that was sure swell

I knew my boyhood would soon be over
53 chevy it was my time to take over
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