Vainglorious Visions

A gal I know (Let’s call her Vic.)

Delights in every camera click.

Although a diva she is not,

She cranes her neck for every shot.

This prima donna wannabee,

With shrieks that sting like droning bee,

Still longs to linger in the light,

As if by royalty’s birthright.

This one of whom I write won’t sing,

Though she could make the rafters ring.

Instead, she merely caws and crows,

With others’ secrets to disclose.

But hold the phone. She’s on the mark.

We know her bite’s worth than her bark.

Perhaps performance is her scene,

Because she is a drama queen.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Sunset Boulevard, 1950

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Never Nor

Such argument, beyond two cent,

May never lead to true assent.

He stands upon the printed word.

What headline begs to be ignored?

Reality

May disagree,

But he holds views yet unexplored.

 He reads with feral appetite,

But only those who join his fight –

No time to hear;

Don’t bend his ear,

If you are known as erudite.

Facts don’t deter him from his cause;

No research saves him from faux pas.

One channel grips

Him with its scripts.

There is no room for common clause.

Let’s swap the subject; don’t you think,

Before we’ve all gone past the brink?

Give us a break,

For Heaven’s sake.

Perhaps I need another drink.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Citizen Kane, 1941

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