still life
cannot imitate
the art
of true experience
synthetic tableau tablets
and pocket visions
'I love you' from the voice
not of the font
is fonder
the impact felt
retort
stings
no google glasses
mimicry

LP high fidelity
clinking glasses
sipping tea
drowsed with dream
is still the more
interactive scheme
insulated
and insular
our sacharine
souls are rotting
the framework
from within

bless the tears
that wash away
the acidic ache
before turning
hearts to stone

w

I no longer am a t.v. news junkie, but your poem reminds me of those days when I watched those talking heads spout their garbage. These days I'd rather get my small dose of News from the internet, but I can do very well without any at all. Your poem is well written with a good theme and great rhyming. Nicely done.
Ali

Sometimes I think some of the atrocities committed now days is done so mainly to get on TV. S-s, L-1 "to" should be too.same stanza line 3 I'd try swapping places with sides and fanatical. But this poem throws a harsh light on something which is in need of more illumination........stan

press.....corp....
I remember reading about aircraft investigations
I have a fear of flying and a love the physical aircraft
and the people that fly bush planes...commercial jets
late fifties a commercial aircraft had some difficulties
and crashed inverted on a runway
the photog was placing a doll or something with a
deceased passenger...a youth....the cop on duty
that evening told him he would shoot him.....there
are vultures everywhere...
In our youth we ran thirty five mill....but we had
a value system....now its wide open...
as always sensationalism sells...
I want to look back and remember the vietnam
news reels at night after the happy game shows
and what not and say.....well they didnt show
too much.....but they did....by then color televisions
with the few channels were the idiom in the home
belting it all out....everyone could discuss the same
basic ball game or hockey game or news if one wanted
in recess....office...chill times....
oddity of the no respect for the victims
sometimes the ulta eyes of the world snapping
images helps capture imagery that would be
missed....

ever since Zapruder calmly without flinching
captured the entire shooting ...i marvel
at the shots fired....the horror...and he
just kept rolling..

now war is an industry....no longer the political
statement....I watch an hour a year to at least
acknowledge the courage of those putting themselves
out there in the name of a cause

many return with service dogs

like a friend said....no deception

someone else today....i see they
have this large office now
I said...'jenn..(not her real name)
you have a really big office'

and she paused...said she can
see so much from here
window looks to desk
she said...'i am aware of the negative
but your right..i need to be on the positive
take....it is a large office....i used to have
to share a room....thank you for pointing
out the positive'
well...we like each other....
shes a powerful women in her prime
good looking...stylish dressware
intelligent

I remember in Muskokas....95' terrible
storm...lost a lot of trees....cottagers wealthy
pines everywhere and the rubber neckers
were snapping photos....i just talked to this
dude....I said it was a tradgedy...to them
losing their beautiful old pines it was
my bud ran out...screaming at the photogs
'Its a tradgedy!!!' they hopped in their
mini van and booked it....i had the work truck
we were replacing poles...flagging for Bell
Canada for fifteen days straight from six
in morning till ten at night...

but I hear you.....
the dignity deserved to people
..

thank U for having empathy

MR wolf!