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everyone is suffering

with Covid-19

fatigue

they've had seven months

of its preventative

league

social distancing

hand washing

and the

lock-downs

have all worn the spirits

of the people's

crowns

yet the outlook ahead

seems to

suggest

that we'll be stuck for some while

at the exhaustion's

behest

how we would like to again

resume our normal patterns of

life

instead of being in this

most extraordinary

fife
the piano keys
will be rocking
in heaven
*to-day

rhythm and blues
being played the
Fats Domino
way

quite the session of music
booming out from the
amplifier
a catalogue of tunes
charming the aficionado
admirer

"I'm Walking To New Orleans"
a song of
emotion
delivered by a soul
with such
devotion

a welcoming on
high
his mortal coil spiriting
up to the good Lord's
sky
a crying and a
wailing
of his heartbroken fans
as "Blueberry Hill" echoes to a
*tailing
Acknowledgements to the late Fats Domino.
this morning I'm wearing
a rather longish frown
as one of my favorite sites
has unexpectedly shut down

they gave no advance warning
of being off air
last night when I went there
everything was looking fair

panic and horror have struck
at the pit of my gut
twill my beloved site remain
forever shut

others who visit this domain
are also under much strain
they are feeling
a most terrible pain

the site management
haven't yet answered my emails
would seem that all communication
is as slow as a troop of snails

not one word have I heard
from the other end
the whole situation
has driven me around the bend

not being able to gain
access to my longstanding account
hath been so upsetting
and so hard to surmount

a most trying start to the day
one has had to endure
the site being down
without any sign of a cure

later this Wednesday evening
one shall hop online
to see if the site is traveling
in a manner fine

one must be hopeful
of the domain running along well
then one shall have admittance
into its oyster shell
the world would be a safer
place
were Trump in the presidential
space

an always meandering old guy
known as Joe
is presently running the
adminstration's show

he's not possessed of a strong
backbone
which is sorely lacking in his
impotent weak tone  

is it  any wonder why millions  
of folks are currently saying
we'd like Trump's vigor to be
displaying

the axis of the earth shall
tilt  too far to the east
for there lies two men who'll
easily make of Joe a feast
the local newspaper
has a new feature writer
and this week he's writing
a feature on features
the first in the series
was about the features
of the hills to the west of here
he mentioned in his article
that the hills had tops
like witches hats
and that they were
of a granite rock type
since his article
was so interesting
the new feature writer
was praised for his good writing
on the letters to the editor page
the air
has a freshness
to it to-day
as yesterday's rain
washed the dust away
The rain now falls o'er our rural township
Tis such a delight to hear of its drip
We've been in a dry spell for a long while
With the advent of a pour we'll rejoice
That will be done in our happiest voice
The pastures were lacking of a good drink
Farmlands fast looking like an arid sink
A brighter day came with its wetting smile
Soils bestowed in moisture so fetching
Which shall bring a green to the land's etching
Fat drops continue their most quenching spill
Our hamlet thankful to the skies gifting
With its favor we've had an uplifting
The countryside hath received a filling bill
The evil men in Washington do scheme
Be not shocked by this declaration
Their wickedness put upon the nation
Control and compliance is their very theme
Cameras gleaning all manner of datum
The greater population not aware
Files stored on computer hardware
Intrusive these measures hear the drum
Citizens of America spotted
Someone somewhere is tapping the phone
Gathering loads of pertinent tales
All those locales on maps are well plotted
No one is left out of the spying zone
Operatives filling their bales
After reading an article about (spy drones) been used to gather information on American citizens I wrote this poem.
in the morrow's new dawning
more days of aging begin
they will bring those twilight years
to a final point
a good financial advisor
will tell you to ditch the credit card
for this little piece of plastic
can gobble you down hard

when you use the thing
monthly interest accumulates
so be very wary of the
bank's excessive rates

but some people keep
over drawing on the account
then they will have a
sizeable bill to surmount

luckily for me I got out of
my credit card mess
yet there are those who'll
ever be under much duress
she sashayed
down the runway
she put her assets
on display
and after
the rocker saw them
he wanted to be
welcomed into her bay

their relationship
hit all the highs
they had
a jet set lifestyle
they roamed
the many miles
they had money and fame
all stacked in a pile

but their dream
came crashing down
as so many
famous pairings do
the fame and fortune
did of them both *****

sticking together
and holding tight
only lasted
for a short while
for them
they saw fit
to follow
separate avenues
with other women and men

the rocker and the model
their mismatch
plays again and again
love so often
doesn't blend with fame
the attraction
soon mislays
its magnetic pull
and the dream
becomes a void pool
that loving feeling
says farewell
the starry eyed
celebrities
sound the finishing knell
a fire ignites every time our bodies make contact
there is a passionate glow of real heat

when we're touching each other
with burning desire
the fire burns hotter
than an electrical wire

as the coals are lit
we'll get on down to it

the pyre will kindle
into an eager bonfire
as we're spicing
each others desire

passion
burning
the flames bright red
in the folds
of our scorching
bed
flames
fiercely racing
through the bushland terrain
consuming all within their path
charred trees and houses bear testament
to their tirade of destruction
the landscape badly burnt
furious fire
flames
the queen was sitting on the throne
but she wasn't sitting alone
the duke was parked up along side of her
and he was talking on the telephone

he was making arrangements
to go trout fishing in a Balmoral stream
and he asked the queen if she'd be keen
on a spot of fishing in the stream

they got out of their respective seats
and the queen ordered a carriage to her Balmoral retreat
the game park warden there
prepared a fishing rod for the two
and they hastened to the stream
without further adieu

the duke cast his rod and so did the queen
they had no luck in catching one single trout
apparently there were fish thieves about

back at Balmoral Castle
the queen wrote a proclamation
stating that all fish thieves
would be banned in her nation

the queen wasn't well pleased
with the fish thieves stealing
her's and the duke's catch
and her proclamation
was quickly dispatched
the queen was sitting on the throne
but she wasn't sitting alone
the duke was parked up along side of her
and he was talking on the phone

he was making arrangements
to go trout fishing in a Balmoral stream
he asked the queen
if she'd be keen on a spot of fishing in the stream

they then got off their respective seats
and the queen ordered a carriage to her Balmoral retreat
the game park warden there prepared a fishing rod for the two
and they hastened to the stream without further adieu

the duke cast his rod and so did the queen
and they had no luck in catching one single trout
apparently there were thieving
fish poachers about

back at Balmoral Castle the queen
wrote a proclamation
which stated that fish poachers
would be banned in her nation

the queen wasn't well pleased
with the fish thieves stealing
her's and the duke's catch
and her proclamation
was quickly dispatched
on studying
my cover picture this morn
something in my mind
suddenly dawned
five faces stood out
amid the mired shroud
their eyes stared out
from a cloud
I'd not noticed
these five faces before
yet this day they've entered
through my mind's door
posting poems
on Hello
Poetry
has become
an
impossibility

for as I got to press
the save
button
(THE BAD GATEWAY NOTIFICATION)
will invariably
don

would seem that the
server isn't
transmitting
and that it might need
a little
fixing
the days of the Great Depression
bought recession
Wall Street dipped
values slipped

the economy wasn't in the pink
dollars did sink
finances lost
high was the cost

the stock market in a dark well
for it wasn't well
some years it took
fixing the book
flowers in spring
blooms so vivacious

their colors shout look
aren't we brilliant

brightest glories
enthuse the eye
flamboyant arrays
the flame of love
oft diminishes
and its warmth
disappears
a union
fused
with
affection
dissipates

the parties in the relationship
lose that loving feeling
a void remains
in their hearts
with a deep want
for the flame
to
re-ignite

someone...
somewhere...
is alone
without
a man or woman
at their side
waiting and hoping
for the warmth of love
to
again
reside
Kitty
had a warm spot
which
Tom
kept
hot
he'd
tend
to
it
quite
a
bit
with
his
flam­ing tip
A knight in shining armor bright
Rode along the river's snaking trail
He ruminated on the ensuing fight

To his mind came a flash of light
Employing tactics of skill he'd prevail
A knight in shining armor bright

On display all his bravery and might
The opponent he'd courageously assail
To his mind came a flash of light

Atop a gallant mount he'd flight
Speeding with his lance's piercing nail
A knight in shining armor bright

Defeat entered not into his sight
Victory being well within his bail
To his mind came a flash of light

He'd conquer the opposing knight
With battle flair which wouldn't fail
A knight in shining armor bright
To his mind came a flash of light
clouds of pink hue
are in the late eve sky
which is a sure sign
that rain won't be nigh

the parched ground
is as dry as can be
without a much needed
dampening spree

low on water reserves
are the dams bores and creeks
this has been the picture
for many long weeks

would seem a moistening
isn't on the way
paddocks of despairing
endlessly display

depressing is the outlook
for those on the land
farms not blessed by the sound
of a wetting band

thunder and lightning
span the heavens above
yet their is little promise
of drops in their gloves

on the skies we keep vigil
for an inundation
which shall bring to
our hearts much elation

the bush pastures are
all in dire straights
would be good to have
an opening of flood gates
#drought  #promise  #rain
shall I tell you about the bathroom sink
well of course you'd like to be in the know
leaving the tap on caused a big flow
the floor was akin to a sodden mink
it took ages to mop up the huge spill
one wasn't too well pleased with this event
gushing water banked at the door vent
saturation flush with the window sill
my concentration was rather too lax
one's mind absorbed in another thing
not a trickling sound did one's ears detect
whence filling one's basin one mustn't relax
attention must be paid to all filling
thence one shall not have that flooding affect
Effulgent hues of spring shall be on view
They'll make for a smashing garden review
A most splendid floral display to see
Trees and vines prettily attired
Truly a glory that can be admired
The pink sweet peas o'er trellis adorning
Looking so divine at break of morning
Yellow daffodils blooming near the path's lee
Every shade of the rainbow parading
Adding lovely tones to the glading
A bursting forth of many bright flowers
Unto one's heart they'll bring such delights
In yards a vast bouquet of fair highlights
Stunning shall be these grouse floret showers
florid blooms adorning avenues and streets
floral petals unfurling to the sun's rays
fragrances sweet they prettily emanate
flourishes of splendid color so varied of hue
fabulous in a bouquet tied with lace or a ribbon
freshly cut daisies on restaurant tables
filling one's eyes in a most pleasant way
florid blooms adorning avenues and streets
floral petals unfolding to the sun's rays
fragrances sweet they prettily emanate
flourishes of splendid color so varied of hue
fabulous in a bouquet tied with lace or ribbon
freshly cut daises placed on restaurant tables
filling the eyes in a most pleasant way
a mother duck piloted
her ducklings across the creek
as they were unfamiliar
with its flowing course
and the long season of pure luck faded
they didn't foresee the jackpots end by date
the fortune was so ominously shaded
bravo's time period did quickly abate
how a quirky wheel of providence can change
rarely does it track in the one pathway
card turns are so bewilderingly strange  
when placing wagers there'll be a loss day
expecting the winning streak to endure
tis of they who know nothing of betting
there's always a chance in being insecure
sure things do morph to an adverse setting
gambling pundits are the odd taker's guide
they've a good ken which assess flow of tide
the pitter patter of rain
hath stifled all sporting plans
they've put a dampener
on the kicking
batting
and bouncing of *****

weekend fixtures appeared
much brighter
on Thursday
the weathermen
trotted out a fine forecast
they were talking up
the sun's forty eight hour
weekend blast

yet they didn't mention
a thing about a substantial rain band
which was very close
at hand

those of the golfing
and soccer fraternities
are taking shelter
in their club houses
out of the down pours
no driving with a nine iron
on the par eight hole
nor twill there be
a heading
of a crowd pleasing goal

the mid larks
at Flemington race track
are to the wither
well and truly bogged
as the entirety of furlongs
hath been water logged

enthusiasts of sport
are glum faced souls
their weekend of competition
swallowed up in
the wettest of bowls

the weathermen
never showed any consideration
on predicting
the weather's
wild fluctuations
a band of fluffy clouds
drifted over our small township
fog's thicket shroud
hangs over our village this morn*
fog's thicket shroud
it lingers like low lying cloud
where its density is heavily worn
without a transparency being born
*fog's thicket shroud
tendrils upon our shores, dastardly deeds they'll do
tendrils upon our shores, dastardly deeds they'll do
law authorities on the ball, cells to be monitored
law authorities on the ball, cells to be monitored
cells to be monitored, tendrils upon our shores
dastardly deeds they'll do, law authorities on the ball

their intent is to behead, any member of the public
their intent is to behead, any member of the public
our citizens targets, their sights on us
our citizens targets, their sights on us
their intent is to behead, our citizens targets
their sights on us, any member of the public

we're all on notice, they walk among us
we're all on notice, they walk among us
strikes to be foiled, police squads on guard
strikes to be foiled, police squads on guard
they walk among us, police squads on guard
strikes to be foiled, we're all on notice

cells to be monitored, police squads on guard
we're all on notice, their intent is to behead
any member of the public, law authorities on the ball
they walk among us, our citizens targets
dastardly deeds they'll do, their sights on us
tendrils upon our shores, strikes to be foiled
as night hours creep closer
daylight moments shuffle off
the cycle of time moves  
to varying footsteps
water fowl foraged
along the river edge
for small morsels
Our town was to have a rail-line
Circa the mid eighteen nineties
This story has surprised my ears
A local amateur historian apprised me just recently
Documents to support this claim are archived in Sydney

Not far out of our town
On a well know property in the district
Two surveyor pegs are still in existence
Marking the route the rail-line was to track
Though the Forefather's rail-line was never bedded down

The powers that be government leaders of the day
Shelved these impressive plans
They never saw the light of day
Ribbons of steel not coming to fruition
Leading to our town

Other town went ahead rail-lines were established to them
Out town alas and alack missed out
Look where Tamworth and Armidale are to-day
Rail being in their favor
Our town was left to languish and to be dispirited
Going no-where no-where to go

Our Forefather's now lay in their graves
Not quite resting in peace
Their rail proposal for our town unrealized
Good ideas die along with good intentions
Hence their unsettled repose

Our town could have been a regional town
Industry and population dotting the landscape
Rail would have assured our place
The Forefather's rail proposal long since shelved
Consigned into the passing vapor of time
chain reactions are deadly
one guy fires a missile
then the other fires his
where's these guys forethought
life is such a tiny spark
it flickers then grows
on firmly to crescendo sure
then steadily it slows

gently now the mellowing
the softening of the years
inevitably to fade to where
reduces us to tears

from where I've wondered many times
comes love and its rapport
and where's it go that deepest sense
leaving but a sore

sobbing heart and aching soul
not understood by mortals
unfinished though and unspoken words
all vanish through the portal

of life's mystique its plan its loss
and true we always should
tell loved one true what's in the heart
be kindly and do good

for when they're gone no earthly plan
no pain no anguish deep
can ever then relate to them
your want and soul in sleep

deep inside felt the gasping loss
of father friend or mother
the clutching throat the moistened eye
the same for one another

yet still we hold back do not tell
of love and admiration
pride crushes all and poisons life
ourselves we should be facing
darling take me by the hand
lead me to wonderland
where the stars divinely twinkle
with magnificent sprinkles

how sweet the world will be
as we embrace so tenderly
the bird choruses shall sing
in a tune so lovely

darling our hearts
entwining in an enduring togetherness
darling our kisses
celebrating a combined happiness

our love shall be a jewel
of facets rare
staying in perpetuity
of a loving air

with your hand in mine
we'll sublimely adore
our lives in union
lasting until forevermore
terribly trashed, torn
and tossed
around
the people's belongings
litter the
ground

recovery after tempest
where to
start
everything in the shape
of twisted
art

rebuilding the job
so enormously
big
who'll help them
mend the tattered
rig
where's humanity's
aiding
twig
homes and lively-hoods
crushed like a
fig

an aftermath
to
contemplate
fierce driving winds
and rains did
saturate
the Atlantic's forces
wouldn't
abate
fury unleashed as if
in much
hate

teardrops falling
falling so
hard
teardrops falling
over forlorn
yard
forty two kisses were placed on a note
which had been sent to Miss Marla Mote

when she opened the note she was most surprised
as all the kisses were terribly undersized

she crumpled the note up without haste
and threw it into the paper bin waste

so disappointed was she to find kisses so small
being sent to her by that miserly man from Frobisher Hall

he never was one for writing anything in BOLD PRINT
as the ink would have cost him a fortune and kept him forever skint

forty two small kisses from the miserly man at Frobisher Hall
did of Miss Marla Mote's heart greatly appall
forty two kisses were placed on a note
which had been sent to Miss Marla Mote

whence she opened the note she was most surprised
as all the kisses were terribly undersized

she crumpled the note up without haste
and threw it into the paper bin waste

so disappointed was she to find kisses so small
being sent to her by that miserly man from Frobisher Hall

he never much liked writing anything in bold print
as the ink would cost him a fortune and keep him forever skint

forty two small kisses from that miserly man at Frobisher Hall
did of Miss Marla Mote's  heart greatly appall
emblazoned on the gang's coat of arms
was the following logo
we fight without any principles
for we are of the very low

***** tactic achieve our ends
and we take pride
in the way we trample all over
the much politer tends

stray not into the areas
that we patrol and control
as our thuggery will
hammer a robust toll

our triumphs are legendary
across many a land
we've a history in employing
the grubbiest hand

one qualification which is essential
when joining our accord
that's to be a bandit capable
of playing the foul sword
foundation bearers were removed
foundation bearers were removed
a rebuild of solid stanchions needed
a rebuild of solid stanchions needed
solid stanchions were removed
a rebuild of foundation bearers needed

upon high wall sat a man
upon high wall sat a man
owing they who put him there
owning they who put him there
they who put him upon wall high
the owing man sat a there

they'd withdrawn their buttressing
they'd withdrawn their buttressing
he crashed to the ground
he crashed to the ground
their buttressing crashed on the ground
they'd withdrawn he

upon a high wall sat a man
they'd withdrawn their buttressing
owing they who put him there
foundation bearers were removed
he crashed on the ground
a rebuild of solid stanchions needed
Summer...

on cresting waves
surfers rode to the shoreline
as a hot sun shone

Autumn/Fall...

dainty elm leaves
twirled around like dancers
amid the south breeze

Winter...

mountain pinnacles
covered with heavy snow
showed out on high

Spring...

floral festivals
appeared in garden beds
during spring's warm phase
on this
pitch black night
millions
of bright sparklers
adorn
the expansive bush skies
may I take
this opportunity
to thank
my fellow poets
for their valued
advisories
through the window
one can see
fluffy clouds
floating
on
the
blue
sky
sea
may a powerful witch put a hex
on that man
with the God complex
last night the break in artists
had a five finger free shopping spree
they made off with anything and everything
which wasn't nailed down
the amount of items they stole
made for a handsome heist
the leaf blower got taken
so did the chainsaw
a full set of wrenches
and sundry other stuff
twas a most unexpected thing
when I got to work this morning
to discover that there had been
a quantity of freebie lifting
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