the river runs
but where are its legs
sleeping under
the river bed

a trickle did course
along its trace
no surging torrent
in its place

as love blossomed
into full bloom
the river did gain
in it's volume

burgeoning waters
spilled o'er it's banks
with a brimming
lapping at it's flanks

as the years matured
the rivers of love
took a lasting bend

into a wealthy rapport
the twosome
did beautifully blend

love's chorus sings in the river's gush
a sustaining refrain so very lush

their tributaries coalescing for a lifetime
journeying love's waters so sublime

the entertainment world mourns, a comic genius passes on
the entertainment world mourns, a comic genius passes on
he'd make side splitting gags, now the laughter is muted
he'd make side splitting gags, now the laughter is muted
now the laughter is muted a comic genius passes on
the world mourns the side splitting entertainment

to the stage in the sky he's gone, Heaven will welcome him
to the stage in the sky he's gone, Heaven will welcome him
a few routines he'll do, for the crowd up there
a few routines he'll do, for the crowd up there
the stage up in Heaven will welcome him
he'll do a few routines for the crowd up there

Good Morning Vietnam, we'll always remember
Good Morning Vietnam, we'll always remember
that was Robin's finest hour, a rowdy voice over the air waves
that was Robin's finest hour, a rowdy voice over the air waves
we'll always remember a rowdy voice over the air waves
Good Morning Vietnam Robin's finest hour

we'll always remember, Good Morning Vietnam
a comic genius passes on, to the stage in the sky he's gone
a rowdy voice over the air waves, he'd make side splitting gags
Heaven will welcome him, a few routines he'll do
for the crowd up there , now the laughter is muted
the entertainment world mourns, that was Robin's finest hour

in his hands he held a piece of rock
within it lay a diamond of beauty
he pined to extract her from the ore
for he so wished to polish her perfections
yet she wouldn't be easily coaxed
out of her mother load of material

he pondered long
over the gem so exquisite
how he yearned to see her facets
gleaming for him
but she was embedded and unreachable
there she lay within the rough mantle of the ore

ne'er could she be his to hold
ne'er could he feel her heart
palpating along side his
his hopes were dashed
his longing would remain
the lovely diamond staying
within the rock's grain

Romeo hath *******
and gone to the pub
to partake of six pints of ale
with his mate Scrub

thy hopes he doesn't
get booked by the cops
as he drives home
with his portly belly full of hops

Romeo is vexing and irking
me no old end
he's been excessively visiting
pubs all weekend

doth his affections
for me no longer exist
hath beer swilling
taken priority on his list

thine shall be stowing
his wallet away
so Romeo can't go out
on the town to play

The rose of love withered on the vine
In lifeless disposition it remains
The sugar of joy's elation did decline
Bewailing sorrows sing in sad refrains
No recapturing of past gleefulness
Her petals died they browned to dark
There would ne'er again be happiness
The rose's heart minus a loving spark
Without the touch of fondness on its bloom
The rose lost color and faded away
All those wonderful days lie in dead gloom
Sombre the vine of love is this very day
As dusk turns to the dawning of closeness
Reflect on the rose's place in darkness

russets ides adorned
the fall branches
mellow were their tones
bespeaking of a rich vintage
of a summer past
warmest did come
thence it did depart
in fields and avenues  
where Rembrandt's
brush colored
the canvas in ruddy hues
autumn tones
did on a November wind
bring its rouge

as the yacht neared the pier
the crowd applauded loudly
for the lone yachtsman had won
against the rough seas

Monsanto's roundup
never failed to **** the weeds
Monsanto's roundup
being known for deadly deeds

of late a court case
has hit the headlines
on behalf of a grounds man
who'd sprayed roundup
over rambling vines

he'd ingested the product's
residual mist
whereupon his body became
sick from its whist

other plaintiffs are gearing
up for a trial date
which will mean the suing
of Monsanto won't abate

hefty cash payout
can but damage the company's
profitable reputation
on lawyers presenting
evidence of the **** killer's
lethal saturation

and people in countries
off shore will obtain a chance
in litigation against the corporate entity's
expenditure advance

Monsanto's roundup
never failed to **** the weeds
Monsanto's roundup
being known for deadly deeds

As Mr Joe Cole didn't have the decency, to read any of the poems that I tendered for his challenges... I shall not be participating in them again.

I would have written a poem to-day
but I completely run out of things to say
had I of had something to say
I would have written a poem to-day
given that I have not a thing to say
I shall take my leave of you to-day
in the morrow I may have a poem to display
that's if I have something to say
finding things to say all the live long day
isn't easy when there's nothing you can say

I would have written a verse to-day
but I've run out of things to say
with that said I'll close this verse
so I can collect my leather purse
as I must go to the general store
to purchase a mop to do the floors
whilst at the store I'll buy some jam
and a few slices of smoked ham
its nearly 9:40 am Australian time
and I shall now end my silly rhyme

rust erodes
caustic the etching

hurt is abrasive
corroding souls

upon the mind
these wounds appear
they stay ingrained

as the eclipse came to pass
a corona of bright orange
rimmed the sun's outer edge
like a saint's halo

a tide of much strength
wrenched the struggling surfer
under its briny churn

shoreline rescuers
hauled this stilled person
onto golden sands

whereby commenced
a resuscitation act
to fill starved lungs

with stocks of oxygen
reinstated by life guards
salvation granted

the hourglasses of our lives
are denoted by every grain of sand
the times of joy
the times of sadness
the times of achievement
the times of failure
the times of plenty
the times of nothing

the sands of time
in our individual hourglasses
all leave their distinctive marks
as they pass through
the necks of our hourglasses
we can reflect on each
of those grains of sands
they're an indelible record
of our life's span

He played in her lushness all night long
She had a moist garden of much pleasure
Within it he placed his pearl's treasure
Each stroke of his ardor twas truly strong
Her ******* were so scrumptious of tang
She did so delight his sampling of her
Sensuality set both of them astir
Their meeting had a hothouse guitar twang
Her inner petals held him with a thrall
Their sweat beads did flow on the bed sheets
The nocturnal hours did so captivate
Primal urges upon them made a call
In the starlight they performed their feats
Which did of the two so well satiate

an eagle's eye
is one of precision
it observes well
all items
of near duplication
familiar in form
a matching
identic
yet there's a minute
disconnect
the incisive eye
is never totally fooled
the imitation
had not been well tooled
in detecting the flawed
item's sham  
the eagle's eye
noted well the scam

the Hello Poetry portrait gallery
is becoming full of empty frames
what individuals had a hand
in these harassment games

we've been deprived of many
talented written contributions
the villainous mob most adroit
with their unwarranted executions

blank boxes tell of an almighty
mischief being awfully made
by they who are wanting
to garner every accolade

under a serious threat our
fraternity of poets are thus far
and of seeing unfilled cubes
there leaves a permanent scar

a light veil of morning mist
draped o'er the river's trace
as first rays of sun arose
was like a curtain