polls indicate she'll incur a considerable loss
her government is so policy bereft
her tenure in office has had little or no gloss

we seek an alternative not of the left
the national economy sorely needs rescue
her government is so policy bereft

our nation would like a mob with a clue
we've suffered three years of her administration
the national economy sorely needs rescue

voters shall ensure her government has a vacation
a new Prime Minister leading us into the light
we've suffered three years of her administration

we'll rid the parliament of her blight
in September ballot boxes shall do the talking
a new Prime Minister leading us into the light

at the last election she promised she'd do the walking
in September ballot boxes shall do the talking
polls indicate she'll incur a considerable loss
her tenure in office has had little or no gloss

softly whisper in my ear
those words I love to hear
they are ever so dear

whisper those words my dear
they'll take me to a wonderland
those words I love to hear

our love shall always be grand
forever those words shall stay
they'll take me to a wonderland

darling you're the light in my day
hold me ever close to your heart
forever those words shall stay

your enduring love you'll impart
our affection shall beautifully play
hold me ever close to your heart

the world shall be a shining display
our affection shall beautifully play
softly whisper in my ear
they are ever so dear

Some time ago one went on a little trip*
To check out the internet poetry landscape
What one saw remained in the mind's tape
A movie reel which had a compelling grip
Poet's comments were of such cliquish old rock
Like being an exclusive remarking club
Outsider verses left out of their hub
The scenery verily stunned one with much shock
One so wishes one had not gone away
A dream of venturing did disenchant
The roads lead to (an in house favouring)
After sighting the terrain's mode of sway
Taking a journey one may well recant
*These vistas weren't enjoyable savouring

the vast sky glisters*
with millions of pinholes
on this clear bush night

we are fortunate
who view such a bright display
*its brilliance so grand

no delusions
no illusions
truthfulness
is in the glasses
reflection
its eye is sharp
keen and observes well
the object before it
cannot dispute
what it has to say
the glass deciphers
all the information
in front of it
in a most
accurate way

mirror you are a friend
mirror you see me
for what I am
mirror I can depend
on your incisive eye's sight
mirror you've
a grand ability
to shed an infinite
beam of light
all that you convey
back to me
is a wealth of
honesty

you knew that I was
bad and very naughty
as a teen
when I looked into your glass
you said I'd been mean
to Christine
you also knew
of my propensity
to give all sorts of excuses
to the local shop owner
about why I'd not wiped
the counters
over
you were onto me

the class of a mirror
never tells a lie
on its candor
I can rely

Henry Kissinger
is a man
of great diplomatic skills
he could quite easily
obtain a job
working in them there
rancorous hills
with Henry doing
the negotiations
there would be
an outbreak of peace
within those hilly
elevations

mile on mile traveled, the path of life
mile on mile traveled, the path of life
encountering much along the way, events stored in memory
encountering much along the way, events stored in memory
mile on mile traveled, events stored in memory
the path of life, encountering much along the way

to again see the past, reviewing what has occurred
to again see the past, reviewing what has occurred
the good things and the dad, all that we've done
the good things and the bad, all that we've done
reviewing what has happened, the good things and bad
to again see the past, all that we've done

in times of reflective thought, snap shots are relived
in times of reflective thought, snap shots are relived
the days when we were younger, way back then
the days when we were younger, way back then
snaps shots are relived, the days when we were younger
way back then, in times of reflective thought  

in times of reflective thought, the path of life  
snaps shots are relived, encountering much along the way
reviewing what has occurred, the days when we were younger
mile on mile traveled, way back then
to again see the past, all that we've done
events stored in the memory, the good things and the bad

skirling wind blusters
lash the countryside this very day
callously they splay

the sky this very day
has a humdrum appearance
it's shaded in grey

Mr Abbott hasn't a snowball's chance in hell
Of getting the Senate to pass his tax sell
The numbers are stacked well against him
Passing this legislation is looking rather slim

He's been all around the country selling his pitch
But the electorate thinks its a *******  
Pressure is building up in government ranks
They know they'll receive a whipping to the flanks

Opposing senators don't want a bar of the bill
Within the next few months they'll be a spill
A double dissolution election shall clear the air
That will surely sort out what is and isn't fair

The voters require utmost sanity to prevail
As they've taken enough of Abbott's rude mail
The conundrum in parliament must be attended to
For it is causing one heck of a hullabaloo

gelid wind blusters
drove a freezing current's trail
through the snow clad dales

the bitters of winter
visited this very day
upon tender shoots of grass
its coldness did lay

an icy unpleasantness
which remorselessly kills
whatever lies under
its acrid chill

winter will reign over
these parts for many days
and its frosty cover
will have its willful way

the warming feel of summer
gone for a while
replaced by winter's
harsh freezing bile

I'm on a high
I'm on a high
do you want to know why
I'm on a high

the man I love makes my heart soar
in celestial corridors
he's everything a woman
could ask for

that man of mine he's so sublime
I got to have his love all the time
how good it is
that I have his

his ****** of love
is such a strong bait
and it so fabulously
satiates

I'm on a high
do you want to know why
do you want to know why
I'm on a high

denuded of cover
   she stands all alone
     without a leaf
        upon her timbered bones
           above in sombre grey skies
              an uncaring sun hides
                 winter's whipping wind
                    lashes her hide
                      there she shivers
                        for want of warm light
                          there she quivers
                            through the gelid days and nights
                              the bitters iciness ever staying
                                with its freezing vetch
                                   so cruelly parlaying
                                     the end doth call
                                       she dies
                                         she dies
                                           she dies
                                             in winter's cold pall

night's cloak of darkness
lifts to display the daylight
nature's own drama

yellow breasted wrens
bobbed neath the clothesline
seeking some grass seed

overnight Jack Frost
visited our small township
he left a white coat