Tag: poem
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Poem: Modern Radio Goodbye
This is the biz,Good Riddance Radio.“Here today, gone tomorrow”No proper swan song send off.No pat-on-the-back sorrow from upper management. Your wisdom, your years put in on the airwaves mean nothing.Your engaging persona and evenyour ratings and demos don’t matter.As quick as a turn of the dialcomes management’s burn. It’s out you go, exit left with…
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Poem: Paulina’s Old Car
Inspired by an interview with Paulina Porizkova on CBS Sunday Morning — View She ran her fingers on her Baby, one last time.“Time to put the covers on for good”Gradually,she understood there was no reason, no rhymeto try to fix thingsWhat was once a hell of a ride,Her precious joy and pride, her everything– gave…
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Poem: Needles
Needles in the oceanstreamed from the city…Needless to say, a pity…The hell’s going on in the city?Dim-witted politicians,dedicated to destroyingthe entire districtstreet to shore,approve without failseedy corner exchangesfor (ab)users’ “benefit”…the hell? Dare we wade and surf,in view of syringesfloating about and laying outalong our blessed stretchof beachy mirth?Nowadays, we’re on needle watch.Nevermind the possible dangerfrom attacking…
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There, There America, poem
There, There America by MarinArena America, I know, you’re not yourself lately. The pain is excruciating. Things are getting worse I don’t blame you… seems like everyone wants to blame you for being ill… But don’t worry. You’ll get better – you always do.
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A #TBD Poem: Unemployed Need Not Apply
This one was inspired by an article that circulated back in 2010. What a time. Getting a job was not easy-peasy at all , compared to the mid 90s in America. I remember making vows to apply for 100 jobs from Craigslist and Monster in hopes to get maybe 5 responses back by e-mail or…
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Haiku Day Selections
5 Selections by Marinarena Good Men Are Hard To Find Under bushes? Stones? Where are all the gentlemen? I dig further south. Like Gravy A guy you sop up Too much of a good thing and you don’t care Love a Guy Love a guy who will write and believe, “You’re the one” but not…
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POEM: Happy Place
Follow me on TWITTER Read and Like below ! “About a thoroughfare by #Disneyland in #Anaheim #Oranegcounty , touching upon the homelessness issue in OC” Happy Place Right along the happiest place on earth Is a boardwalk with the bopping brigade Some of whom dearly paid Bundles of bucks worth To bop and shop all…
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Punching Bag
Punching Bag You’re red lipstick hot taking hard knocks on a regular basis from an angry, pugnacious bunch, well worked up with each punch they launch. Their cursing and spitting is unrelenting. If they could, they would take you out in the ring. But you don’t sweat it. Swing back. Stay in rhythm. With…
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Disappearing Act (Curtains on a Relationship)
“Now you see me , now you don’t”… But you’re not A damn dinner show magician Nor a ditzy-glitzy magician assistant Or an innocent white rabbit Vanishing in a hat This isn’t a stage act, is it? This isn’t a staged act, right? If so, it’s lame If so, it’s lousy If so, I lament…
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