How to Sell Newspapers

How to Sell Newspapers

 

She had once been very pretty

If not beautiful……………………..

Although facedown like some

discarded doll like that

and on wasteland too she was

anything but ………………………..

……………………………………………..

Her peppermint purse was full

fit to burst

when they found her there…….

While her pockets were

crammed with pertinent verse ..

………………………………………………..

And all the newspaper guys and

the media freaks call it poetry …

But Steve always said

its them bodies on slabs makes

the money mate ……………………

While us poets are all starving

in droves ………………………………

Reviews

[lightsong]

My dear Neville* my longtime friend 💚 yes, that's me the G girl🌼 I hope You've been doing all well in this long time 💕 unfortunately what You say is true, the body of a woman, the woman herself became cheaper in this modern world, to create something good and make it big is not easy nor it will be easy, true and real poets suffer but it's never ever impossible, they must spread goodness to the world, my believe the truth will appear sonner or later, and those who carry it will be known one day or another, in a way or another.

missed You, and missed Your words 💓

[Neville]

.. I truly can not thank You enough my Friend .. I am indeed blessed ... I do so hope you are safe and well my dear friend and true 🌼... Neville :)

[lightsong]

I'm blessed too, to have such an amazing and loving friend 💕

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we write, we starve, we write, we die...
then we are noticed---but too late to fill the stomach and keep us alive.
we die with our words and our words live on after us shaking their heads, wondering why.
j.

[Neville]

"It is not ours to wonder why, it is only ours to do... and die" ........... ah' yes the PP or poets plight ...

[Chris Shaw]

Your mate Steve was right. The money lies in dirt and gore. Bad news makes money. Tasteless pictures even more. The gutter press do so well here and the paparazzi can command a fortune. What a way to earn a living dwelling on the misery and pain of others. I thought about photographs taken of Princess Diana in her last moments. Ugh...... Poets never earn any money while they are living. Once dead, if they are lucky, they may come close to being remembered for something they have penned. And social media?......... Better left unsaid.

A haunting write. I'll remember this one.

Chris

[Neville]

... my mate Steve Morgan is an amazing fellow & has written several excellent text books on clinical risk, assessment and management plus case management approaches and Assertive Outreach with people who experience severe and or chronic forms of mental illness .. We were teaching together in Manchester at the time of 911
if anyone is interested, he is easy enough to Google ... Almost got carried away there ,... Thank you Chris.

Neville

[Aink]

I loved this poem. It was short but to the point and very deep. It got me thinking.

[Neville]

......... thank you Aink I certainly appreciate the visit ... Neville

[Anushka joshi]

Nicely scripted N .... I like your titles

[Neville]

... thank you kindly Anushka .. much appreciated ..

[barleygirl]

Maybe it would make the news if a poet died of over-articulation! But yeah, as I grow more & more distant from my Facebook "friends" . . . these people would rather continue slathering about an old washed-up has-been reality show personality than to read the poetry I post. During the election run-up, I deleted Trump fans who sound like mocking birds spouting the same hateful grievances as Trump. Now I'm deleting Trump haters who are making a career out of hating the man. Let's move on. There's so much poetry to appreciate! Your poem is hard-hitting like a blunt object & that's how it feels when our poetry is always of lesser value than the BS filling the airwaves (((HARSH))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

I keep loosing the replies I write .. I fear there is summat wrong with the Café at present .... thanks BG ... (FU(s) .. N)e x

[barleygirl]

I've been getting the full red screen "Malicious Site" this morning -- which means the cafe is infected again. Sheesh!

[Neville]

.............. bugga .. you too its a real pain innit ..

[light and ashes]

It's a sick world that we live in........ I'm constantly being reminded. Good write. Really poignant. Definitely makes it's point.

[Neville]

thank you so much for checking in and having a look around ........ much appreciated L & A ...

[light and ashes]

you're welcome, this is a great piece of writing.