crashing
lashing
smashing
the waves came to shore
beating the craggy rock ledges
with their salty paws

crashing
lashing
smashing
the waves came to shore
scuttling the shrimps and *****
into the rock pool floors

crashing
lashing
smashing
the waves came to shore
stirring the sandpipers to flight
as they've done so many times before

crashing
lashing
smashing
the waves came to shore

his pretty girl
lives in Arkansas
he's traveling
the miles
to be with the girl
he adores

by the breaking light of dawn
he'll be holding her near
they'll be standing on her porch
taking in the bright sun's sphere

their kisses and cuddles
shall be so swell
their love shall chime
like an ecstatic bell

his pretty girl
lives in Arkansas
he's traveling
the miles
to be with the girl
he adores

they'll continue
their love story
until the moon of night
they'll stay
melded together
soaring in love's flight

their love shall be
ever fond
and they'll always
have a loving bond

his pretty
lives in Arkansas
he's traveling
the miles
to be with the girl
he adores

all communications
were severed with that man from North Carolina
as he lead me on a wild goose chase
he said I'd find him on Facebook
but that was most misleading
because his profile doesn't exist there
what kind of person is he
to tell me such a lot of crap
I looked for the boots hanging over a balcony rail
like he said I should do
but alas that picture wasn't on view
genuine people don't lead others on a merry dance
and because of his little prank
the lines of communication
were cut off
for I wont be treated
like an idiot
who runs up a blind alley
looking for a person
who doesn't have
a Facebook account

a rumor is circulating in gardening circles
on the continent of England
the said rumor has traveled along a long vine
to the down under land

we the vegetable growers of Brisbane
are very disturbed about what we've heard
to us the rumor sounds rather absurd

we've taken it upon ourselves
to send a letter to the British Garden Society
asking them if the rumor has any propriety

sometimes a story
can be misrepresented
especially when the details of it
aren't correctly presented
we're seeking clarification
from those who have the right oil
as to whether the rumor
has any truth in the soil

this is the rumor that has been doing the rounds
and it relates to the High Grove grounds
a Yorkshire man who was sight seeing there
has said that he saw Charles the regal heir
talking to the garden slugs and snails
whilst walking amid the lettuce and kale
we know that his highness loves chatting to the trees
and he's often spoken to the earthworms and bees

we're totally confounded to hear of him
talking to garden pests
and we're hoping of this behavior
the Prince will soon divest

he'll be seen with
others of his sort  
for they travel in
a drove's escort  

he's not an Angus
nor a Hereford  
yet he's of the
bovine accord

over the centuries
he's roamed inside the Utah state
so he can find food
for his stomach's sate  

the first nation people
will symbolize him on a totem pole
as this represents
his strength of role

if you can guess what
animal he is
you'll be the one
to solve the quiz

by the slow
flowing stream
the lovers
disrobed
                                                      there was an urgency
they had to address
                                                         ­                he caressed her smooth shoulders
as he pulled her onto
the mossy ground
whereupon
they imbibed
                                                         ­                   in some intimate fondling
he kissed
her budding *******
as she ran her dainty fingers
through his sandy colored hair
amid the white lilies
and dewy reeds
                                                           ­        they then joined  
each other
at the pelvic region
                                                                ­         so they could satisfy
their
burning needs

by heck I've been busy
in the laundry room to-day
washing all my apparel
on this mild Saturday

on the clothesline
is an array of pantaloons
four white bras are catching
the sun's brimming boon

a stiff breeze blows through
the toes of my socks
so too through the hems
of all my party frocks

no doubt Earth washing liquid
cleans the attire well
one could say that
I've fallen under its spell

my neighbor commented
on how my laundry gleams
she wishes that her Whirlpool machine
could fulfill her wash day dreams

one marvels at seeing
such well washed gear
it makes one feel like
letting out an almighty cheer

love took a detour
right past me
it found someone
more desirable instead

love wasn't destine
to follow my path
its compass had bearings
set for elsewhere

love completely
overlooked my gate
it didn't wish
to associate with me

love's tether
hath eluded
thee
all the time

love is a gypsy
which pursues
a
sweeter fruit

the guy who is in control
of the buckets of rain
has just dropped
an inch on our terrain

he didn't see fit
to consult with us guys
as to whether we'd like
the weather wet or dry

his inconsiderate weather
shall ****** our Saturday
we'll have to stay inside
out of the muddy clay

it is our most fervent desire
for Sunday to be sunlit
so we can get out on the tennis court
to enjoy a few baseline and volley hits

we've had enough
drops of rain falling here
and we'll be a jolly lot
when the weather clears

our local hotel
is a great gathering place
it is a fine place
for the boozers to congregate
after a schooner or
an eighteen gallon keg
all of the patrons
are smashed
out of their heads
many are unable
to walk a straight line
and some flake out
on the foot path
to sleep overnight
the beers is made
of the best hops and yeast
that's why the drinkers
partake of a goodly amount

our local publican
has happy hour on Friday nights
and the customers
gorge themselves
with plenty of free *****
usually by half past ten
all the drinkers
are hanging over the bar
they can hardly stand up
after consuming so much ale

it is always
dry weather
at a bush hotel
that is why
there is such
a thirsty clientele

the local watering hole
has heaps of liquid amber
on tap
so if you are in or around
our parts
drop in and have
a pint with us
as we wouldn't want
you to die
for lack of refreshment

distorted thoughts played in his head
never did they cease
his existence
ruled
by what was playing in his head

the distorted thoughts
couldn't be put to rest
at night they'd magnify
larger and larger
the distortion
grew

a compulsion to act on his thoughts
reached a crescendo
ever so drastic
his steps were

in the wee small hours
he arose from his bed
all the while
the distortions
repeatedly playing louder
and louder in his head

his lifelong partner
slept soundly
she'd never awake again
deeply so deeply
the love he felt for her
yet his distorted thoughts
were all centered on her
he thought she'd been
unfaithful to him
no other man was going to have
his wife
she was his
and his for life

he took the rifle
he'd secreted in the hall cupboard out
and loaded it with ammunition
then unloaded
the contents of the magazine
into his wife's
temple
as he did
the distorted
thoughts
echoed
and echoed
on and on
in his head
he'd reached
snapping point
he then positioned
the rifle
at his own head
and shot
himself
stone dead

his blood and his wife's blood mingled
on the bedroom floor
his distorted thoughts
couldn't go on any more

this tragedy
may have been averted
so it is said
had he of had
some treatment
for the distorted thoughts
which plagued his head

love's sating river
streams through adoration's heart
beautiful of theme

one's muse is very very naughty
she has become quite illusory
without her there's no creativity

she buzzed off from my locality
her bad behavior has me deflated
she has become quite illusory

her actions have left me frustrated
not one single word can I pen
her bad behavior has me deflated

she has decided to quit my den
I needed her to stick around
not one single word can I pen

maybe she's gone to ground
I'll not put up with any horseplay
I needed her to stick around

my muse went wandering to-day
I'll not put up with any horseplay
one's muse is very very naughty
without her there's no creativity

she arrives
attired*
in a kaleidoscope
coloured
dress
of
resplendent hues
so vivid to the eye
such a vivacious
paintbox
she'll
beautifully supply
crimsons
yellows
lilacs
splendidly
fashion her frock
on spring's catwalk
of
apparel
*stock

sing the words
of love's
touching bower
sing the words
of love's
emotive power

sing the words
sing them
to
the
soul's
core
sing the words
sing them
till
the
forevermore

the strains deep
of plenty's well
so timeless the sound
inside its bell

sing the words
of love's
textural tone
sing the words
of love's
feeling zone

embrace the accord
of love's tempo
a oneness to the
song's combo

sing the words
sing them
in
a
melodic
catch
sing the words
sing them
expressing
a
heart's
thatch

sing the words
of love's
touching bower
sing the words
of love's
emotive power

after four decades of protracted debate
as to where to locate a second airport
our federal government has finally made a decision
to go ahead with the construction of the airport

they've not been overly speedy
in their deliberations on the matter
all the public has ever heard
is an endless stream of chatter

now the memorandum of understanding
for its location has been signed off
we the citizens of New South Wales
can't wait for a jet plane to take off

the existing airport terminal is becoming
more and more congested by the day
and a second airport facility
will sweep all the clogging away

we're mightily pleased that the government
have got moving on the airports location
now the flying public of our state
shall afford them a rousing ovation

in the beauty of the bush
one's mind is at ease
in the rustle of the trees

the air takes one to a lovely space
where all one's hassles
are more rightfully placed

the waters of the creek
soothes one's bothered soul
as it contentedly babbles and rolls

the finches koels and corellas
renew one's heart
with the songs they impart

one feels utterly at peace
in the beauty of the bush

there aint no love
in that man of mine
there aint no love
cause he's a rotten swine

he left me all alone
she he could be with a fresh chick
he's giving her
a goodly helping of his love stick

he deserted me
for the fruit on her sideboard
he liked what she offered
him it had no tying cord

there aint no love
in that man of mine
there aint no love
cause he's a rotten swine

he called it quits
he walked away from me
he wanted to be
ever so fancy free

the other chick
is heating his bed at night
she's fueling
his flint of delight

there aint no love
in that man of mine
there aint no love
cause he's a rotten swine

he departed
my domain for good
he didn't wish
to stay in my neighborhood

he's enjoying the fresh chick's
congenial company
she's got something
he couldn't source from me

there aint no love
in that man of mine
there aint no love
cause he's a rotten swine

the last time I went to church
I sang the hymns off key
and the rest of the congregation
leered at me

they were unaware
of my throat being sore
and that was why I sang
with a hoarse roar

after the service
the vicar approached me
to say he wasn't too happy
with my singing off key

his insulting comment
was not well received
so I promptly stormed off
feeling most peeved

the plot to topple the crow
atop the spire's wind vane
didn't quite come off

as the crow did sense
the plotter's ploy
he recognized
their gang mentality
more than one ****
the leader had to marshal
he was gutless
with no fortitude
for a one on one
he had not a scintilla of rectitude

the crow mounted
an unexpected strike
on the leader
he swooped down
from the wind vane
and tore the leader's
eyes out
with his sharp beak
which did **** off the leader's
toppling feat

the other gang members
were as gutless too
they ran away
from the fray
they all had feet of clay

the crow then ascended
to the top of the spire
where he kept his kingship
of the wind vane

the self destruct button
is waiting for that fellow to push
he'll blow himself up like
a snooker ball off the cush

it won't be any surprise
to see him blasting himself away
this very explosion was fated
on a forthcoming day

the firing switch is set
for the big self strike
whereupon he'll be ******
into the air as a flying pike

soon the event will be
happening on television
let us not miss watching
his most important mission

an intersecting pattern
has shown up
on the radar screen
there are many familiar characters
to be seen

entities from a far
constellations
has appeared in this location
it has be most astounding
to find those floaters
in this surrounding

I bet if I check the radar screen
in the next while
there will be more familiar entities
landing on its dial
they are ever popping
into this sphere
and one finds this
all to be exceptionally queer

at any minute Alvin Asteroid and Melba Meteorite
may make an appearance
on the site
they'll be traveling
incognito
but the intersecting pattern
shall bear their info

I'm an accomplished writer of ****
So many of my poems feature piles of it
To-day I slapped up an offering
This one was scribed with lots of passion
No doubt you'll dislike this awful ration
When the mood strikes the lines flow free
My quill puts on a liberal **** spree
This star quality crap is worth proffering
I always surprise myself with my dross
It hasn't the appearance of top gloss
As the afternoon hours slowly draw near
Another poem of **** ilk hath dawned
So I shall let it be nicely spawned
Golly gee this is a grouse piece of **** gear

the vast bush skies are alight
with a panoply of stars
they captivate the viewer
stunning is their blaze

once Horace reached
the mountain's
apex
he could go no further
on the lofty ascending
index

now he's perched
high and all
alone
wondering why he wanted
to be in such a rarefied
zone