Press - Free

Press-Free

I wonder how free the press should be

At the turn of this crazy century

Pages featuring blood, Bush and gore

Day after day and much more in store

Then suddenly there is page 3

Colorful pictures of celebrities

Where they went …what they ate and wore

Tell us everything, we beg for more

Where most have nothing to wear and eat

Not just on weekends, all through the week

No place to go, no roof on their heads

They can’t lie down and dream…they have no beds

The have-nots may languish, the have-s shall flaunt

Isn’t Page 3 exactly what we deserve and want?

~Brittle~

So true,

What more can I ask?

Page 3 that spices up life

And makes the bells ring

But beyond this page

If you dare to look up

A small column toward the end

Though not as colourful

Which speaks about

The unknown martyr

His sacrifices on the border

So that you and I can smile

True and flawless work

That relates to truth

Maybe that’s why

Our interests in Press still persist.

~ GnR_fan ~

Am not a news paper fan

For often news is deadpan

Giving us a black white pic

Of issues most banal or sick

So what the images are bright

Reveal they naught worthwhile

If to know your world you seek

Simply outside your window peek

It lies spread ready to be embraced

Beauty, fear, squalor, gore or grace

If to live our life worthwhile we’d try

I think, beyond the printed word it lies

~ Glowing Embers ~

Read all about it, get the latest news
When you buy the Tablet, you will find
that it covers so many subjects
There is even a page, where one can express
Ones personal views
Pages there are for women
And pages just for men
Why there is even a separate section
With puzzles, and storys for the children
Some say the press is mightier than the sword
In the Tablet you will find a page
Devoted entirely to the lord
The pages are so varied, and many
You will get such a lot of reading
and the price is still only one penny

~ Tango ~

Oh God, please

CS-24852

I have not gone crazy

But

Sometimes there’s a supplement

A rather special one

Full of numbers

Trembling hands

Clasping the paper

Eyes full of hope

Scanning it left to right

Results

Of, the entrance exam

Were almost there

There is so much to it

Desire, hope, dreams and ambitions

All lie concealed in the,

Fine print- Black and white

Punit Parikh

With blurry eyes
Of the just awake,
He hurriedly scans the newspaper,
As if he was sliding through
The days gallery of rogues,
Rascals,
In columns,
Each more distasteful
Than the other;

As hot tea clears his neurons,
Bringing focus to eyes
And purpose to mind,
He cuts through direct
To the bare truth;

Crawling on all fours,
Easy does it,
Ready now,
For that solemn column
Of obituaries.

~ Kamesh~