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eleven o'clock news
spills despair 
all over
our bedspread 

we lie vertical,
parallel
steadfast
an eleven

high definition
images and sounds
surround 
and

bounce off 
windows
and
mirrors

transmitting

mini satellite 
feeds
across our universe

eyes
ears
souls
overstimulated


shoulders
legs,
thighs

drenched in blue plasma

obliterated
we spoon
into
each other

anchored
weathering
the media storm
electric, together 

Rene ~ 2013

Comments

  1. The tv man said, hey what you doin' in bed? We're only tryna get us some peace! Christ, you know it ain't easy...

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  2. one louder....spinal tap rules! and so does what you are talking about ...lol.

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  3. Nothing to be gained from watching the news. Trust me. Everything to be gained from turning it off and flipping some other switches. Yay!

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  4. I love this - we are so overwhelmed by media - it would be lovely just to switch it all off for a bit and simply be.

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  5. ........ or watch the 10 o'clock news if one must ...
    and save 11 o'clock for the good stuff.

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  6. I completely agree, frolicking in bed with your lover is more fun than reading the news. I particularly like the line "let's just make like John and Yoko".

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  7. Yes, from time to time we can all do without the cosmic yodeling.:-)

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  8. let's just turn it all off
    and turn each other on

    What good advice!

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  9. News News News is indeed depressing at times

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  10. rene, love love love this!
    i have aspired all my life to be yoko and john. i know, hippie corny, that's me.
    this is wonderful. can i come, too?
    will you protect me there, please?
    and hey, i have been missing you.
    and also, i like the way your blog looks now, with the photographs, the best. keep this one for a while.
    love xoxo. marian

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  11. I can always read your poems over several times. That's good poetry.

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  12. Wow either that was steamy or I just had a hot flash! I loved the cosmic yodeling amazing how you came up with that!

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  13. Tune in, tune out! :) Wonderful and timely reflections!

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  14. Lovely take on the prompt Rene!

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  15. I thought you were talking about 9-11 but regardless, such an incredible poem. this has to be one of your best yet, Rene. you are an inspiration. Truly. I feel tingles move throughout my body when I read your words. thank you for your little bright spot of creative, thoughtful, soulful energy here.

    so, when are you going to make a book of your p0ems? I'd buy it

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  16. I just read your "words about me" or reread it as it looks like it was updated at some point. I woudl encourage your readers to go thre. It is insightful about you adn well written too.

    Love these bits:

    "...for the fact that I don't know what the hell I'm talking about...or what you're talking about.
    Mostly what you're talking about."

    and

    "It is only on this blog that I appear to be somewhat of an adult.
    In real life, I need handlers and an earpiece with prompting going on from some remote location."

    oh you are funny, Rene, and cheeky too, as well as thoughtful at times, shockingly so. :) Peace...

    P.S. I do have to chuckle here, as the anti spam word is "heelo"!

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  17. The news is too depressing! Great advice.

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  18. What's wrong with a little cosmic yodeling?

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  19. Really like this, Rene. It is powerful, but seems to have a bit of a sense of humour (John and Yoko's yodelling). That last bit is ambitious (at least to a mid-lifer, like me. ha ha)

    You should never watch the news in bed.

    Kat

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  20. Thank you all for reading and commenting. I am making every effort to read and comment back, crazy week!

    Yeah Kat, this is what you'd call a mullet poem :)

    Thanks again, ~ Rene

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  21. Very nice...loved the reference to Yoko's cosmic yodeling.

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  22. thank you, Willow, for providing such excellent prompts every week.
    I encourage everyone to visit Magpie Tales...(just click on the link under the picture in my post)...and submit a Magpie of your own creation, it's a lot of fun!

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  23. I'm still wondering if he shared the happiness.

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  24. Vodka Mom...not yet, but maybe it was an inside joke :)

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  25. If so many of us want what the media blitz presents us each night at eleven, then why do so many of us choose to switch if off!

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  26. If the bed doesn't work, try the bag. That is cosy!

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  27. "eleven o'clock news
    spills despair all over
    our bedspread"

    Those lines are a concise description of one danger of being addicted to too much news.

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  28. Don't know how I missed this one, but...bravo!

    Off goes the news!

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  29. Rene, May you and yours have a Blessed Thanksgiving..bkm

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  30. dreamy tale,
    the last few lines did wonders.

    Thanks for the magnificent poetry.

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  31. Greetings, How are you?
    It is a thrill to land on your magical poetry land today! :) ;)
    Jingle Poetry has magic, wonders, and miracles theme going on this week,
    Hope to see your contribution.
    Old poems, or poems unrelated to our theme are welcome.
    We treasure your support ! Come on in soon.
    Have A Lovely Tuesday!
    Happy Thanksgiving, You Rock!
    xxx

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