Short Tabloids Poems

Fake news
Confuse



One Footle Only Contest. Judy Konos
11-1-17...

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A puppy is my kindred spirit
I am embarassed to admit
We have so much in common
I will not list the sum

Please don't tell the tabloids
It would take away the stars publicity...

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QUIVERING LIPS

Barbie’s plaything lips of blushing roses,
So pretty, but her mouth barely closes.
Lips quiver in sleep,
Throw out secrets deep.
Tabloids reveal her “man-i-Ken’s” poses.

4/5/2018...

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When December comes, I shall be lying on a tropical beach
Watching laden freighters traverse the warm Gulf stream waterway
I know hundreds will be reading my story in the tabloids

written September 22, 2021...

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Hollywood secrets
who’s sleeping with who
not just Hollywood
number one question
most Americans

read those tabloids
mostly gossip
in our churches
and in our streets

truth no more
tell us lies
we’ll believe

the facts
boring

lies...

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Tanka 

It is cold outside 
Yet almond trees bear flowers 
Sun and rapid rain 
Winter and spring dance tango 
A green leaved oak applauds 





Tanka 
A charming princeling 
Fight battles in a lost war 
Pleased by his dimness
The tabloids are triumphant
He has made war glamorous...

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This is the age for which we live.

Where innocence are gone. 
Truth has been silenced.
 Self expression is nothing more than peer pressure.
Self respect lay in the hands of those that read news stand tabloids.
Inner beauty is for novels.
Passion ends in court.
Death is just life.
Addiction is just away to get away with a crime.
Abuse has no shame.
Guilt has become a pleasure.
              And
Love? What is that?...

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TALK AMONGST STONES

if we hadn’t had
that extra drink
at lunchtime
our headspace chefs
would only scream
twice:
(f) off my menu
go talk of your 
stones

so we do…

build temples
ancient tabloids 
of
triple distilled
distracted 
abstract  
metaphors
as is prone
word for word
talk amongst

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© Kim van Breda—29 October 2015 
(with Mal Campbell)...

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A can of worms has opened up
And so much slithered out
That every accusation now
Contains a seed of doubt.

A leer, a touch, a grope, a rape,
All met with a denial,
Including those kept secret for
Much longer than a while.

The lawyers pounce; the tabloids print
The sordid tales, supposing
That those in power had much more
Than egos for exposing.

And so we listen as each day
The accusations mount
Which soon enough will be much more
Than we can even count....

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