Offered Wine… Served Kool-Aide

Beware you serfs, sucked in

by superfluous words wrapped in thorns

pricked and pounded by talking heads

offering hot air opinions

floating away,

bursting in mid air

bottle rocket promises full of

spectacular show and nothing more

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Beware of blunderbuss arrows

pulled from your quiver of bias

shot from tensioned bow pulled

back, bleeding hearts left crying

wounds that never heal, running

blood red, not black, white, or yellow

dreams stained streets crying for hope

futures down times drain,

never coming to fruition

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Beware you serfs, feeding off crumbs

from the masters table thinking

caviar and filet minion

Promised “a chicken in every pot”

only to find bones and feathers

floating in cesspools of bigotry and hate

destroying the marrow of society

grinding bones of workers

into mortar for castles of gold

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Beware you serfs when you watch

cherry picking favorite words and lines

feeling like twisted truth is genuine

offering you Wine … but serving Kool-aide

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to consider the Vatic Voice, the voice of the prophet in our poetry, speaking as though from the voice of God! I decided to try something different for me with a prophetic political rant. Tonight is the first of the Presidential Debates. Never have we had such extreme differences in the candidates. It is easy to simply choose someone who thinks and talks like we do, but there is much more at stake. We are choosing a way of thinking for the future of the country. The two candidates are really irrelevant, in my opinion. We are voting for a philosophy.

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Opinion and Truth

A statue of the blindfolded lady justice in front of the United States Supreme Court building as the sun rises in the distance symbolizing the dawning of a new era. – Getty Image

In today’s divided society, with cameras everywhere, no one wants to wait for the system to do its job. We all have our opinions about what we are fed on the News Media. Some believe everything and others believe none of it. Protests and riots occur immediately when incidents happen. When we are given only half of the truth, we tend to accept it as the whole truth. This divides us even more. When opinion becomes truth we are all in trouble.

Social media

Everyone judge and jury

Public Opinion

Tantrums thrown stores up in flames

Not everyone gets their way

Today at d’Verse, Grace asked us to write a protest poem. She emphasized that words and poetry are powerful tool that can help bring about change in our world. I struggle with all division and misinformation that comes across social media. The tragic deaths of black men and women, as well as police officers, and children killed in crossfire disturbs me greatly. Somehow we need to learn to listen to each other and co-operate together to make everyone’s life better. I have written my poem in the Tanka format!

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Attention Span – 911 Memorial

This morning I turned on the TV to watch and remember the 9-11 attacks, that killed so many innocent people in New York City. There were comments and news bites, but the talking heads kept interrupting and distracting. Network TV went on with trivia as usual. As the Vice President delivered his remarks. only one network was watching. The rest had already moved on to old news! It just caught me the wrong way, so I decided to write a poem reflecting on my feelings of the morning.

Planes crashing into towers

New York City belching smoke

Americans at work

Oblivious

News trickles into tsunami

Eyes and Ears glued

Real-time terror

Quite different from

Video Games

Reality blended with tears

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Flash forward…

Talk shows // Politics

Preempt memories

Horrors dressed in flowers

Commentators jabber

while Vice-President speaks

Dead names read

Unheard

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Sad specifics

Too much for delicate ears

Might reignite fear and anger

More salacious news appeals

How sad when heroes

Go unrecognized

Soon to be forgotten

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Replaced by

A magnificent tower

A fountain

A marble stone

engraved with names of lost

Loved ones still mourn

CNN regurgitates

President’s faux pas

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Big Blow…

Trump forcast (2)
Dorian blew through
Spent time in the Bahamas
Wreaked havoc on all
A windstorm like no other
Finally headed up the coast
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President misspoke
Drew lines clear to Alabam’
Unforgivable
New Media jumped on it
Over and over they slammed
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Dorian crept on
Ocracoke and Hatteras
Storm surge rolled inland
Never did reach Alabam’
Headed on to Newfoundland
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President’s drawing
Still making news every day
Does anyone care
News Media won’t let it go
Trump’s sketch book making history

Our Haikai prompt from Frank Tassone today is windstorm. As we watched Hurricane Dorian take its time moving out of here, we are in awe of the damage mother nature can do when a huge hurricane moves through! In the middle of it all, the News Media made a big adieu of President Trumps home-made prediction. that it could possibly go inland as far as Alabama. His hand drawn sketch should have been taken with a grain of salt. Instead, the news broadcasts making drama will help it go down in the history books! How silly!!! This is my attempt at Renga humor about it all.

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Picture from Bing images

 

In Limbo

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Our d’Verse prompt today is Limbo. I am trying the Lai poetic form again, and writing about the long awaited Royal Baby! Delivery any day. In the meantime, everyone waits in Limbo!

Royal baby soon
We might hear by noon
We’ll know
Megan screams pained tune
Harry brings balloons
Too slow
Might wait till June
Media buffoons
Limbo

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Photo: people.com

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The Lai poetic form has three couplets of five syllables; each followed by a two syllables line.

The five syllable lines must rhyme and the two syllable lines must rhyme as well.

Speculation

News-Media-Logos

My wife accused me of repeating myself every time I watch a news broadcast.  I keep hearing them talk over and over again about “what they don’t know.” To me this means they are making it up as they go along. In the age of 24 Hour News and TV Tabloids, a  lot is left for speculation and truth. This poem expresses my feelings about the Fake News of the day. See what you think!?

When the news anchor begins with…

“What we don’t know is…”

I know we are in trouble

Made up stories of speculative imagination

Conjured up // supporting a biased point of view

Not based on facts or real evidence

But rather…On “What we don’t know is…”

 

It is not hard to see why many tune out…

When news of the day is simply “educated gossip.”

Why not just stick to the facts of the day

Let the listener do the speculation and deduction

 

News used to be about what happened

Now it is about, “How do you feel about what happened”

With demands for admission of guilt…

Tried by the media in the court of public opinion

Followed by firings….

Followed by apologies…   Some accepted and some denied.

 

Is the world worse than it used to be?

Perhaps, but I believe it appears that way

Because now we see everything that goes on

Often in real time captured on smart phones

Instead of seeing our junk that happens

We see everyone else’s bad news

Exponential crime and debauchery day after day

Is it no wonder that such negative attitudes prevail?

Good new is often relegated to the last 60seconds of the newscast

Sort of like getting a lollipop at the dentist

After he has done a root canal on you

 

If you still listen to the news, ask yourself…

Am I hearing the facts or “What they don’t know?”

When “What we don’t know is…” becomes the truth of the day

We are all in trouble … it really is fake news!!

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News Logos: Bing images

 

 

News Politics and Truth

Three blind men and and elephant

Perhaps the truth you choose to believe
Depends on which side of the Elephant you stand
Some at the head and get whipped around by the trunk
Those who are left stand at the rear constantly shoveling
Those on the side see a vast nearsighted nothingness
But // beware of the feet //for they will stomp you flat
In the everchanging tide of strong divisive opinion
It is sometimes hard to tell left from right
Truth seems to be whatever we make it to be
This is nothing new // we’re always in a stew
A few short years ago it all depended on
Which side of the Donkey you stood on on
With very similar results
Only shoveled from those who were right.
We’re reminded daily of fake news being spread
So // how does one know truth from fiction // gossip from facts
The answer is in no way clear
For me it all seems to be a lot of ES…DS…and BS … and now TS
I don’t think social media is a friend of our society
Its aim is to distort, divide, keep us in fractured turmoil
For me // give me a ten-page newspaper with comics in the back
A Look or Life magazine with mostly photos and a few facts
Filter out the most important things and let the rest go
Let those in charge do their job // if not the next vote will show
There’s a world of mess out there that I don’t need to know

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Three Blind Men and an Elephant: baikesoukou.com

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I guess you can tell from this one my age is telling on me.

 

How Soon We Forget

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Republicans and Democrats are alike when it comes to accepting a Presidential defeat. I remember eight years ago when President Obama was elected, the Republicans criticized and vilified him at every turn. Now that the tables are turned and Trump is the President Elect, the Democrats are already doing the same to him. Why can’t we realize we are all on the same train, going down the same track, even though the engineer has changed?

The Parana Tank

How quickly we forget

The nasty vitriol thrown

At President Obama

When first elected

He’s Black

He’s a Muslim

He wasn’t born in America

He’s a socialist

He will ruin this country

He is not a Christian

He is a Pot Smokin’ Activist

A socialist at heart

He supports same sex marriage

And abortion

He’s antichristian

Befriends and bows to Muslims

Appoints them to his Cabinet

He’s the Antichrist

He is just like Hitler

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Now the other party is doing the same

To our newly elected President Trump

Turn off the talking heads

Who stir the cesspool

Of dissention, hate, and racism

What’s done is done

The bed is made

Give the man a chance

Make your choice again

In four more years

This is how it works

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth