Aloha Poets,
Wingspan inspires today's poem. Enjoy!
Bottlenecks and Rattlesnakes
Spun at the speed of vision tell me what you saw
Fires of communication camping outside in the thaw
Information break it down for us to understand
Find out about a little more of something that got out of hand
Men with machetes men with knives
Prowling the wailing walls where shots were heard in fives
In these troubled times information can gorge the soul
Marauders at night foraging forges to dig a bigger hole
Cover something after hours that's not easy or nice
If something odd happens, writer tell it twice
Quick thinking fast action were our regimented predecessors
Predates predatory professing of unprepared processors
Deadline deals unnerve in cracks that take it on the back
Wire story puts to page to illustrate the mindless attack
Newspaper naysayers wearing desktop beanies
Now shore up the welcoming of worldly word weenies
Quest to be compelling and partly relevant
Fight the changes with a good writing repellant
Does change have to do with the scope of the times?
Honest debate now let readers make up their minds
Catastrophe in the realm of humanity never minded
Writing for the reader who prefers to stay blinded
We control within the realm of our own dominion
Continual opening of the doors or just another day of opinion
Advocate of the heart is really no neuroscience
Exercise a just little personal reliance
Flurry of information may not be all that it seems
In the meantime waves across maritime drown out the screams
Catch a flow of information that is handing down trouble
Can the best ideas melt from a giant terrible bubble?
The weight consequence of a significant story passed along
Engages citizens in a generation of song
Conversation debate viewpoint and dialogue
Do we really see ourselves as brand new ideologue?
Watchdogs out to help make our informed decision
Story can have no spin with a just writer's precision
Compelling and well-ordered fashions tout
We'll just stop writing when the thoughts run out
My gabardine drenched in grenadine had no buffering
Write it to relieve compassionate greeds of suffering
Restore hope and dignity to the world's most vulnerable
Time money and blood Red Cross holds so tenable
With nothing left and nowhere for people to turn
In a writer's rare cocktail of hope is where despair can burn
Stand up a team jack in another shot of passion
Report it and communicate it in a timely fashion
Knowledge does have some bearing on human condition
It's worth the babble to appropriate a message's presentable rendition
People must become aware of every fact relevant to existence
A person will know what is the right thing to do with persistence
The right thing is a good thing and doing good things can make happy
Know yourself, develop talents wish others to be free of their own sappy
Use language to portray ideas and images
Collect and disseminate reality mirages
Try the soul of the writer for an objective report
Photograph a piece of time in space heartstrings can't retort
To write just a report turns into an act of cement
Deer in the headlights a transient lack of motor skill comment
New images of the scattered entrails Haiti infrastructure renders
Readers writers a deer in the headlight watchdog bent fenders
Pull back screens look behind the facade, under rocks
Rescue workers and the Journalists in back to back talks
Writer-rescue worker more in common than one may at first think
Rescued from the rubble of misinformation and whatever stink
Boost the morale of workers so sooty
Donate a fire truck be a little snooty
Make your writing gleam break every seam
Get to the crux of it send out a fresh stream
Stupid reigns supreme or so sometimes it seems
Virtually impossible to turn away from humanity's dreams
Connections and gadgets in a real and digital world
Drop what we are doing to offer help to give a whirl
With acts of kindness amidst natural disasters one to another
Realms of humanity and affairs of the heart, we are the other
If we turn our backs on this, we turn our backs funny
Red Cross only asking for a small blood, time, or money
Jolts still bringing on a transient lack of motor skills.
Luxurious deer-in-the-headlights mode for some still thrills
In small acts of kindness we give to one another
In affairs of the heart, we are simply the other
