Short Tabloid Poems
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Trump's Security Clearance is void
And a Florida judge is annoyed
She wanted to see
How Trump's latest plea
Shifts the blame to an FBI droid
I guess you can only use a rag so long
before you're left with a tabloid
(I think this was actually a comedian's joke years ago if I remember correctly)
Trump and Terrible Tabloid
What the most we always want to avoid,
Is a terrible thing that they call a tabloid;
Not clever;
Buy never;
Wherever we have seen it do try to avoid.
Jim Horn
Had she looked back at me
Even for just a second ...
Our encounter might have been the stuff of tabloid frenzy.
But she left quickly a coffee in one hand,
A shopping bag in the other,
And I waited for my turn next in line.
You see,
There we're 3 in this marriage
From the start
A future king in waiting
The people's princess
And the tabloid paparazzi press
But in the end
5 if you count the 2 young boy's
Prince's William and Harry
A royal flush
Minus the queen
Yeah.
Bought the ring
Tutti Frutti
Five-karat bling.
Toast a brew
We had a drink
Big scandal grew
Felt the cold sting.
Face tabloid news
Waiting till spring.
Winter time choose
A Double will fling.
Blue Gucci shoes
Songbird can sing.
Ten years gone past
Didn't mean a thing.
Whole Truth
Without spin
Both lose
Nobody wins.
England's knighted ~ Sir Elton John
Singer of songs like the classic, Levon
Genius pianist, known for tabloid strife
Still standing with David, the love of his life.
By Rhonda Johnson- Saunders, January 26, 2012
My first attempt at a clerihew. I hope I did it right!
Ninth Place finish in Clerihew / Collaboration double contest
We treat Facebook like a shrink
but it's nothing but a cheap tabloid rag
truth be damned, we vomit out anything
our dirty laundry for all the world to see...
cyber cowards can't talk it out face to face
slandering loved ones-pandering to strangers
gathering a wolf pack-attacking relentlessly
until there's no more blood to drink
from the tattered family tree.
In the land of glitz and glitter.
Visionaires film moving pictures.
Acting out their fantasies.
Through love ,war, or tragedy.
Who got hot between the sheets.
To rhapsody's elusive beat.
As a plot began to steam
Audacity, almost Obscene.
Humors truth, alloyed themes.
Viewers rule, Android dreams.
Rumor sleuths, Tabloid screams.
Future jewels on a silver screen.
triggers triggers yet they
fall before me
yellow purple
what colors do I notice
palm trees beach views
something I see there
is called home.
I can feel the dust on my tongue
yet as they dissolve and then solve all my
issues.
clinically and emotionally why
Does this little tabloid make me gain weight
I can’t seem to shake
All because I am a
schizoid.
Jenny, they say,
will face a tragedy.
Is it not something always
predicted this way?
Will it be Jenny?
Or Pete or Paul?
We glance every day among
those tabloid papers - so many.
We read headlines, blink,
then another front page;
or see this or that on TV.
Yes, we tut-tut.
We always go
this self-same way.
You reach an advanced age.
So so.
Ah yes,
so so.
(written Sep 2022; posted Jan 2023)
Premiered at The Panic Room, Shreveport, LA – 11/25/2006
ACT 1
Bed of Nails
Typically Brueghel
Got To Be Blue, Boy
State of the Onion
My Cynical Career
Damage Control
ACT 2
The Same Damn Thing
Elfreth’s Alley
The Death of Rock and Roll
Bwana Wanna Boogie
Supermarket Tabloid Blues
Poison Pen
ACT 3
Carnivore
Commentary
Refugee Rain
A Typical Day in Hell
I Don’t Want To Go to Heaven
Eavesdrop into my ear the sweet nectar that I hear
Who did what to whom? I need to know how this ends
It fulfils me
I'll just sit and listen, don't you worry for I wont intrude
I hear subtle tones of welcoming for which you elude to
I'll steal your stories as I steal glances
Hoarding them
I work alone though others are in on it too
An audible tabloid for all to hear
Hear ye hear ye
I hear you and so can this whole subway
Call yourself a journalist ?
I very much doubt you could even spell the word correctly
The devil's in the tabloid detail
Gossip and fake news
And how many time's a lie is read
So i remind you of the cold hard facts
You couldn't write a truthful story
If it stabbed you in the back
Your reputation proceeds you and is both earned and well deserved
As you are the answer to the question ?
What is the difference between a reporter
and a hack ?
P.M is not a pseudonym