I had a brain freeze while trying to use any of the 14 words of the prompt. Then, after watching yet another press conference and nightly news broadcast, this little ditty came to me. I managed to squeeze in 11 of the words…
ALL WRONG
Hitched- up behind their podiums,
With perfect elocution.
Politicians fling out frothy platitudes
Spoon-feeding them to the gullible masses.
If you peek behind the curtain
You shall see the Puppet Masters.
Hustling and bustling and pulling the strings.
Ranting and raving and plotting new moves.
Next the Talking Heads regurgitate
With salacious grins affixed,
The now coagulated, rancid nonsense,
Co-conspirators to each coarse joke.
I for one am not amused.
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Isn't that the truth. Well said. You'll find mine here.
ReplyDeleteGood poem Cynthia. Politicians tend to talk rancid nonsense.
ReplyDeleteHello Cynthia,
ReplyDeleteNever a truer word spoken. See how easy it was!!
This sounds so true!
ReplyDeletestatic of the radio bustles at me
You've done a great job with this week's words, Cynthia.
ReplyDeleteFrustration spelled out. Well done.
ReplyDeleteMine is called Puddles.
Fantastic, lucid and entertaining.
ReplyDeleteI love the 3rd line in the 2nd stanza. I imagine staffers running around handing out words for politicians to speak. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteCynthia, I like your take on the words.
ReplyDeleteI like that the poem doesn't blame just one group of people, but identifies several groups -- politicians, the masses, the news media, and maybe the lobbyists/campaign contributors (puppet masters?). No one (me included) is completely innocent when society goes wrong.
ReplyDeletesalacious grins...very good....and its all very good
ReplyDeleteCyndie, I really enjoyed reading your poems. Will look forward to more, espically enjoy the
ReplyDeletenature poetry. I feel that I am so fortunate to live in such a beautiful part of our country.
Patti