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Priscilla Cato Poem
Something has gripped the human race,
The television blares out laughter,
Personal people with personal issues,
Sharing their hearts to anyone who will listen.
The kitchen turns into a studio for the day,
Cameras whirring in and out of focus,
Showing us the reality of their lives,
Children run around giggling and laughing.
What is the fascination with reality tv?
Do we need to see raw emotions daily?
The media feeds us more than we need to see,
We all take it in and gasp at the right times,
Compassion pours from us when a story is sad,
Voices of disbelieve fills our room if it’s not normal.
Do we feel better watching someone else’s life?
Glued to the sofa while real life plays out,
A coin is tossed for kettle duty,
No one wants to miss what comes next.
Relying on others to make us happy or sad,
Too much reality tv can drive you mad.
Copyright © Priscilla Cato | Year Posted 2016
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Countries come together for one thing,
One goal in mind,
To win something shiny to win something round.
Competing men and women show the world their desires,
Four years in waiting it finally arrives,
All the hard work slowly paying off.
Early mornings and late nights a distant memory,
While the rest of us carry on with our lives.
Tension filled body’s exact perfect moves,
When the crowd roars electricity fills the room.
Hoping to gain a place in history and a place in our hearts,
That day comes for some but not for all.
Copyright © Priscilla Cato | Year Posted 2016
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Quick step side step,
Backwards and forwards.
Points build up and the audience watches,
Fits clench when the advantage is yours,
It’s all about winning second does not matter.
The crowd still applauds whether you win or lose,
Head held high or head held low.
You have given it your all,
No more can be done,
How you walk home depends on you
Copyright © Priscilla Cato | Year Posted 2016
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