Smoke Screens and Mirrors

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With the Impeachment hearings going full throttle, it seems everyone parrots  an opinion. It once again brings to mind a poem I wrote during the last election campaign. As the political circus plays out on TV, nothing is ever as it seems.  Our representative share with us on a need to know basis, and the news media shares on an everything you don’t want to know and more basis. I will be glad when this reality TV “Survivor” show runs its course, and congressional parrots go back in their cage to work at getting things done for the American people.

Politics
A circus of smoke and mirrors
Half-truths polished and shiny
Stretching every word out of context
Smoke screens of the insignificant
Always hiding reality
Behind a cover of lies
Showing only fragments
Promising pots of gold
At the end of the rainbow
False hope in a holey bucket
Filled with wishes and fantasies
Pouring steadily out the bottom
Mirrors in a TV funhouse of fright
Giving only distorted views
Twisting everything out of proportion
Don’t believe the hype
Look beyond the smoke and mirrors
Dig out the shreds of truth
Always remember
What you see is NOT what you will get

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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Survivor

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If the rings on this turtle’s shell are connected to its age, it must be very old. He was probably two and a half feet long and probably twenty inches across.  A man with a van had him and a couple of other smaller turtles in a grassy area next to a parking lot. He was collecting money to help buy food for them. The details in this beautiful creature are astounding.  I took some photos and gave the man a little to help him on his way.

Magnificent  rings
reveal years of this ancient
survivor’s journey
Hard shell protects body parts
A place he feels right at home

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

The Only Survivor

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Who knows how many souls were lost when this ship went down in the gales of November. Its bones were unearthed on the Outer Banks by another storm many years later. Now it lies in the sand as children and adults look in awe at this piece of the past that has lasted all these years.

Ship bones lie in sand

Hollow ribs without life’s breath

Winter Moon survives

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I decided to do an oil painting for a change. I had an old black and white photo I took of a shipwreck in the dunes near Nags Head, NC. I added the oversized full moon for effect. It turned out to be a hauntingly fascinating painting. The top sketch is my original acrylic sketch in black on a white canvas. I covered the canvas with linseed oil and began adding the oils.

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Below is the final result:

Nags Head Shipwreck - oil painting

Painting and Photo: Dwight L. Roth

I did post this a couple of weeks back. I modified it slightly for todays challenge.

I am including this poem for Frank Tassone’s  Haikai Challenge,  Winter Moon.

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