Media Poems
Filth
by Igor Vykhovanets
Police Dramas
Police shows—like Soviet syrup,
Sticky, slow, and dull in tone.
They need a drink to wake them up,
To snap out of their endless drone.
Immigrants all say it clear,
The Soviet’s back, it’s here to stay.
No need for talent, just the fear,
......
Sunday Paper
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......
internet education
by Bogdan Dragos
There was a knock in the door
at about six AM
He wouldn't have opened if
he didn't check
through the peephole. It was
his aunt. Why would
she visit at a time
like this?
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My Excuse
by H.L. Montague
My Excuse
I scroll on to the next post on Instagram, the ten hundredth time that day,
I don't know what I'm looking for but I'm sure this isn’t the way
To find it.
I’m itching to get up, to run, to lie in a bed of wilting, overwatered green grass.
But I sit in my bed still, scrolling through Instagram.
I know I should do homework, I should get it done so that
I can write.
But homework won’t give me what I’m looking for.
......
Sticks and Stones
by Richard Randolph
Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones can break our bones,
but it’s words that really hurt us.
Language that systematically undermines
one’s culture, race, religion, or sexual orientation
slowly dehumanizes and degrades
until hate and violence become acceptable,
normalized, even inevitable.
......
Mental Lilliputians
by Igor Vykhovanets
Mental Lilliputians
A tiny pity it inspires—
Not for this was life begun.
Yet still the fool, with mind on fire,
Serves evil, and gets nothing done.
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Filth
by Igor Vykhovanets
Police Dramas
Police shows—like Soviet syrup,
Sticky, slow, and dull in tone.
They need a drink to wake them up,
To snap out of their endless drone.
Immigrants all say it clear,
The Soviet’s back, it’s here to stay.
No need for talent, just the fear,
......
Sunday Paper
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Sunday rises gallantly from behind
Distant clouds, orange, on the wall
Of low, chintzy, tepid skies.
Bells sound with tamed decibels
Through tiny holes on top cupolas of
Rounded, gilded cathedrals to welcome
A yellow day that reclines on the edge
Of the week. Sunday salutes the spunk
......
A Middle Course
by Ian McCleary
It always seems there are too many issues to pick from when we come in contact with the media. The problem arises, that of knowing which issue to track at all hours of the day?
I don't know, with everything that is happening, I wonder if Government has reached it's conclusion, that it is no longer the effective instrument it once was proven to be.
Just as there are still many people who feel passionately about politics, there are also many who have become indifferent to it and for obvious reasons. A majority of people do not feel that government effects their daily lives in any noticeable way. They go about their lives as if the government doesn't exist at all. I think that there is merit to having this type of attitude, even though it can have an effect on the type of Democracy we have. Let it settle itself, is a good saying for this kind of outlook.
When politics is turned into an existential struggle for life, then after awhile it loses the effect it is looking to have. People grow tired of it because nothing ever seems to get better it always seems to get worse. It breeds extreme pessimism on the one hand and false hope on the other.
If new parties are created that are more moderate politically on the spectrum and more centrist, then perhaps maybe more people will participate in future Democracy. No Labels is an example of this, which will be on the 2024 Presidential Ticket. Republicans need to be more open to liberal ideas and Democrats need to be more open to conservative ideas on government. They would then represent more of what the people want because most people are generally more heterogeneous in their thoughts/beliefs, than what you generally see by the media.
My Excuse
by H.L. Montague
My Excuse
I scroll on to the next post on Instagram, the ten hundredth time that day,
I don't know what I'm looking for but I'm sure this isn’t the way
To find it.
I’m itching to get up, to run, to lie in a bed of wilting, overwatered green grass.
But I sit in my bed still, scrolling through Instagram.
I know I should do homework, I should get it done so that
I can write.
But homework won’t give me what I’m looking for.
......
