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painted on the azure parchment
wispy cloud tails
sailing through the day
to the hinterland vales
on reaching their designated
stop off point
the cloud's wispy forms dispersed
ne'er again of the parchment
did they anoint
the azure sky
presided over the landscape
the azure sky
blue the painter's bright colour ply
twas brilliantly splendid of drape
bringing delight to an eye's cape
the azure sky
we celebrate him on a December day
two thousand years ago he came to earth
in a straw filled manger he lay

Joseph and Mary were elated at his birth
the son of God part of a divine trinity
two thousand years ago he came to earth

we recall the scene of the blessed nativity
singing carols in churches and in public halls
the son of God part of a divine trinity

school children are now painting pictures on walls
bringing the story of his birth to life in colors bold
singing carols in churches and in public halls

Christmas day is but a few days away for us to behold
tis a day of reflective thought and prayer
bringing the story of his birth to life in colors bold

over Bethlehem shone a bright star its brilliance rare
tis a day of reflective thought and prayer
we celebrate him on a December day
in a straw filled manger he lay
We celebrate him on a December day
Two thousand years ago he came to Earth
In a straw filled manger he lay

Mary and Joseph were elated at his birth
The son of God part of a trinity
Two thousand years ago he came to Earth

We recall the scene of the nativity
Singing carols in churches and in public halls
The son of God part of a trinity

School children are now painting pictures on walls
Bringing the story of his birth to life in colorful hues
Sing carols in churches and in public halls

Christmas day is but a few days away for me and you
A day of reflective thought and prayer
Bringing the story of his birth to life in colorful hues

Over Bethlehem shone a bright star its brilliance rare
A day of reflective thought and prayer
We celebrate him on a December day
In a straw filled manger he lay
baby our love has gone cold
cold
cold
so
so
cold

our love isn't as warm
as it once used to be
our love has become
a wasteland of misery
our love vanished
into the sky's grey pall
our love no more floats
on a rhapsodic ball

baby our love has gone cold
cold
cold
so
so
cold

our love crumbled
and rendered apart
our love lies in the ruins
of my heart
our love wasn't meant to be
an enduring meld
our love is now a sad
unattached weld

baby our love has gone cold
cold
cold
so
so
cold
baby our love has gone cold
cold
cold
cold
so
so
cold

our love isn't as tepid
as it once used to be
our love has become
a wasteland of misery
our love vaporized
into the sky's grey pall
our love no more floats
on rhapsody's ball

baby our love has gone cold
cold
cold
cold
so
so
cold

our love crumbled
and broke apart
our love lies in the ruins
of my guttered heart
our love wasn't meant
to be a lasting meld
our love is now
an unattached weld

baby our love has gone cold
cold
cold
cold
so
so
cold
baby our love has gone cold
cold cold cold
so
so
cold

our love isn't as warm
as  it once used to be
our love has become
a wasteland of misery
our love vanished
into the sky's grey pall
our love no more floats
on a rhapsodic ball

baby our love has gone cold
cold cold cold
so
so
cold

our love crumbled into pieces
and broke apart
our love lies in the ruins
of my heart
our love wasn't meant
to be an enduring meld
our love is now
a sad unattached weld

baby our love has gone cold
cold cold cold
so
so
cold

our love didn't hold
as a tight twine
our love perished
on a withering vine
our love lost its
bright kindling fire
our love's but a
doleful mire

baby our love has gone cold
cold cold cold
so
so
cold
H-Helping himself to my pieces of treasure
E-Escaping with them at his very own leisure

P-Proper conduct he didn't see fit to follow
I-Instantly skiving off with my creative property
L-Largesse he stowed in his own log hollow
F-Fruits of my mind purloined with impropriety
E-Effectively his action's I now do swallow
R-Round my territory he has a deal of notoriety
S-Sound the bell his track I'll surely follow

M-Mustn't let the old fellow espy my gold mine
Y-Yonder he'll flee with its bright heaps of shine

I-Ill gotten gains he has in his possession
D-Down with the judge's gavel so says the law
E-End his days of taking any possession
A-Astute laws have sentenced his tut tut paws
S-Shine from my work back in my possession
a pair of bad eggs they do make
by always playing an ill game
we've grown accustom to their shake
over at the forum's house frame

by always playing an ill game
they've caused such great naughtiness
over at the forum's house frame
we've seen all their gross haughtiness

they've caused such great naughtiness
which can't be gladly excused
we've seen all their gross haughtiness
this behaviour they've well used

which can't be gladly excused
a twosome showing disregard
this behaviour they've well used
in the nice recreation yard

a twosome showing disregard
we've grown accustom to their shake
in the nice recreation yard
a pair of bad eggs they do make
identity theft struck
a perfectly innocent man
his picture and written works
were stolen off the Facebook site

theft is punishable
under American law
they who partake in activities
like this ...
can expect to wear
a penalty

one such person
was Robert Dale Leadbeater
all of his personal details  
were stripped away
by a criminal named
Evna Marylyn Jardis
who had a record
in committing this crime before ...

it took law agencies
a while to track down
the offender
but luckily for them
data was handed over
by Facebook's IT department

Evna is serving time
in an Arizona jail
and awaits an appeal
for bail
He languished in a dark prison cell
Justice had not been correctly served
The years he'd spent in jail undeserved
His freedom taken for a lengthy spell
The evidence found him to be guilty
Which ensured he'd be locked away
His mistake being in the area on that day
Witness statements caught the wrong identity
The appeals to higher courts moved slow
His lawyer fought for his client to be freed
But the justice system kept him jailed
A man who'd seen the offense made a show
He well recalled the day of the deed
Months later the prisoner was bailed
the cake I made this morning
was a disaster
the ingredient to get it to rise
I left out of the cake batter

when the timer rang
to say the cake was cooked
I looked in the oven
and the cake was as flat as the cook

it is vital to have baking powder
in this cake recipe
and to omit it from the ingredients list
has made a fool out of me

this afternoon I'll be without a fine cake
for afternoon tea
and I'll have to settle
for some bread and honey
a blue winged butterfly
pirouetted in the garden
like a pretty ballerina
twirling on the stage
around the flower gardens
butterflies piroquetted
like graceful ballerinas
dancing on a stage
bobbing up and down in the azure blue sky
brightly colored air filled spheres
big or small their sizes maybe
bringing much enjoyment to the viewer's eye
baskets attached have people standing in them
breezing above tranquil lakes and verdant glens
brothers Joseph and Jacques Montgolfier invented them
a person who shall remain nameless
sent an email to me
requesting that I should
write a return email to he

I did as he said
I should do
but the email
I sent to him
bounced back
saying this email address
couldn't be viewed

one can only deduce
that
that
person
told
a
little
fib
for
if
he
were
genuine
he'd
of
supplied­
a
email
address
which
wasn't phoney
that
person
is listed in my address book
as
baloney
I love eating bananas
by the bunch
that's why I had two
of them for lunch

in potassium they
are so very rich
which boosts my
energy's on switch
An unpredictable man has hardware
Flouting its strong resolve for us to see
A missile projecting with awful scare
The world pleads his insane obsession's flee
Diplomacy's will urges a quelling
Our quaking planet seems truly unsafe
Danger's loud note he's lately spelling
We're hearing the meaning of rasping chafe
Containing his ambitions no easy task
A deaf ear chosen by commo warhead
Why is the question we must now ask
The provocation feels like a dire dread
International sanctions ***** him down
May they limit the threat's barbed crown
barking dogs did so
disturb our neighborhood
they just kept on barking
which wasn't very good

because they could bark
they barked as much as they could
they cared not that they were
disturbing our quiet neighborhood
when our politicians open their traps
we're fed a diet of political crap
they think that they are out smarting us
with the unpalatable stuff they feed us

we're wise to the diatribe that's shoved down our necks each day
we wont be fooled by anything they say
our Prime Minister stood up in parliament
to tell the honorable members to be of a kinder bent

but in the next breath
he got out his not so pleasant mace
to give the opposition leader
a bit of it in the face

well that doesn't sit well with the public at all
as they don't much like seeing an all in brawl
the politicians should be less rough
as their verbal insults can be too tough

they should be practicing what they preach
instead of going well beyond the breach
how can we believe a thing that they utter
when all that they say is best kept in the gutter

our politicians are far from a good crew
all too often their distasteful jibes make us stew
they are losing all respectability
which does little for their publicity

their bluntness in the bear pit
we'll not have a bar of it
when the politicians open up their traps
we're fed a diet of political crap
they think they are out smarting us
with the unpalatable stuff they feed us

we're wise to the diatribe which is shoved down our necks each day
we wont be fooled by anything they say
our Prime Minister stood up in parliament
to tell the members to be of a kinder bent

but in the next breath
he got out his nasty tasting mace
to give the opposition leader
a bit of its in the face

well that doesn't sit too well with the public at all
as they don't much like seeing an all in brawl
the politicians should be less rough
as their verbal insults can be too tough

they should be practicing what they preach
instead of going well beyond the breach
how can we respect anything they utter
when all they say is best kept in the gutter

our politicians are far from a good crew
all to often their distasteful jibes make us stew
they are losing all respectability
which does little for their publicity

their bluntness in the bear pit
we'll not have a bar of it
when the politicians open their traps
we're fed a diet of political crap
they think they are out smarting us
with the unpalatable stuff they feed us

we're wise to the diatribe which is shoved
down our necks every day
we wont be fooled by anything they say
our Prime Minister stood up in parliament
to tell the honorable members to be of a kinder bent

but in the next breath
he got out his nasty tasting mace
to give the opposition leader
a bit of it in the face

well that doesn't sit well with the public at all
as they don't much like seeing an all in brawl
the politicians should be less rough
as their verbal insults can be too tough

they should be practicing what they preach
instead of going well beyond the breach
how can we respect anything that they utter
when all they say is best kept in the gutter

our politicians are far from a good crew
all too often their distasteful jibes make us stew
they are fast losing all respectability
which does little for their publicity

their bluntness in the bear pit
we'll not have a bar of it
and last year's
barometer
now transits
to a changing guard
a new season of four
shall play-out
on the planet's yard
Baroness
Thatcher
hath
died
few
people
in
Britain
have
cried
they
haven't
forgotten
her
days
of
leading
their
nation
and
how
she
left
them
in
such
deprivation
s­he
ruled
with
very
little
concern
for
those
who
were
by
her
policie­s
burned
she
the
iron
lady
who
in
the
eighties
caused
the
British­
people
an
almighty
malady
crescendo on crescendo
the ***** of the brine
calming soothing stroking
the eye the troubled mind

cogitate contemplate
a blue enthralling thrill
blueness into whiteness
back to blue and never still

thoughts reach to horizons
beyond the vast expanse
which stretches out forever
to study look askance

a calmness washes over
weary eye and wrinkled brow
the soul soaks in the soothing bath
of salt and fresh air now

what mysteries does such
a watery world secret
from land bound human frailty
considering as asleep

the depths spread out before us
the life contained therein
oh what a wondrous sight it is
to sight a shining fin

at evening time to lie in bed
and hear the peaceful hush
which rushes up to carry one
far from daily crush

the murmur of the wave
as it sluices sand so free
exciting hissing gurgling
the power of the sea

fact cannot be denied
from seaside comes a calm
inexplicable by most
and pleasant as a balm

to find a safe and lonely nook
somewhere along the coast
for some life's full ambition
unlikely there to boast

in solitude and with close heart
forever then at peace
no troubled inhibitions weigh down those
who take in beach
guys with tight six packs
ride atop the wave's backs

surfing surfing surfing
in the mid morning sun
surfing surfing surfing
beach days are such fun

tunneling waves
curling nicely into shore
suntanned guys
enjoying the surf's lore

waxed boards slicing through
the topaz sea's hues
surfer guys all paving the way
to the blue waters dues

surfing surfing surfing
in the mid morning sun
surfing surfing surfing
beach days are such fun
dreaming of a beach-side holiday
I'll get there by next month's end
to but feel the sea's cooling spray  

an east breeze in the harbor's bay
floating softly about a coastal rend
dreaming of a beach-side holiday

sandcastles on the shore shall array
taking a walk by rocky ledge bend
to but feel the sea's cooling spray

sandpiper wings e'er fluttering away
twill be a relaxing time to expend
dreaming of a beach-side holiday

a time to enjoy waves in a blue cay
tasting the freshness of an ocean friend
to but feel the sea's cooling spray

the salty brine doth beckon a stay
if only this locale I could apprehend
dreaming of a beach-side holiday
to but feel the sea's cooling spray
within the campsite's closed up enclave
a general kept many a trooper slave
on hearing strident orders being spoken*
they'd jump to the commands that did sound
as these strict directives were oft around
each servile soldier was at this behest
doing what the big man would so request
but they tired of the marshal's token
a revolt put well in train there and then
they'd not be yoked to the despot's pen
their bid for liberty's run was a victory
on catching the tyrant whilst fast asleep
through an ajar gate ran the muffled sheep
*whereupon their freedom became history
on a bed of old newspapers
the homeless man slumbered
to-day I fell in love
with a robust tasting treat
the flavor it imparted
was indeed neat

it was served in a bowl
with bread and cheese
the deliciousness of it
did of my taste buds greatly tease

I couldn't refuse
a second serving
as my appetite
was well deserving

such a wholesome beef soup
my sister can prepare
it is truly
beyond compare
before the storm did ensue
a calming lull was present
thence whisking winds picked up
as the lightning struck
bones of truth
rattle in the cupboard
and they make for
a most disconcerting
sound
like as if the conscience
of past foul deeds
are awakening
to be relived
again

they who hear the bones
being haunted throughout life
the rattling in the mind
that petrifying fife

no key keeps
them suppressed
ever they'll
wish to be heard
and the possession
of them
so unsettling
the beholders
behold the art
of Loghain
a poet possessed
with fine refrain

one is in awe
of his exemplary creations
they're deserving
of deafening ovations
credible sources did inform, from horse's mouth it came
credible sources did inform, from horse's mouth it came
clouds of doubt weren't around, the picture twas real
clouds of doubt weren't around, the picture twas real
clouds of doubt weren't around, credible sources did inform
from the horse's mouth it came, the picture twas real

well apprised of the situation, being in the know
well apprised of the situation, being in the know
the evidence told a tale, everything twas on exhibit
the evidence told a tale, everything twas on exhibit
being in the know, everything twas on exhibit
the evidence told a tale, well apprised of the situation

an inquiry wasn't needed, which saved time
an inquiry wasn't needed, which saved time
the boys in the legal department, not filing out paperwork
the boys in the legal department, not filing out paperwork
an inquiry wasn't needed, the boys in the legal department
not filing out paperwork, which saved time

the evidence told a tale, credible sources did inform
from the horse's mouth it came, an inquiry wasn't needed
well apprised of the situation, no clouds of doubt were around
the picture twas real, the boys in the legal department
not filing out paperwork, which saved time
everything twas on exhibit, being in the know
bellowing bulls
did bellow all day
they bellowed for cows
in paddocks far away

their bellowing became louder
as the day did subside
bellowing bellowing
to be by the cow's sides

they ne'er ceased their bellowing
during the long night
it went on till the dawning
of the bright sunlight

their need for the cow's companionship
didn't abate
in their distant paddock
the bellowing bulls did wait

still the bellowing bulls
loudly refrain
they're pining for the cows
in such excruciating pain

they'll be bellowing
for some considerable while
for the farmer has cramped
their conjugal smile
bellowing bulls
did bellow all day
they bellowed for the cows
in paddocks far away

their bellowing became louder
as the day did subside
bellowing bellowing
to be by the cow's sides

they ne'er ceased their bellowing
during the long night
the bellowing went on
till the dawning of the bright sunlight

their need for the cow's
companionship didn't abate
in their distant paddocks
the bellowing bulls did wait

still the bellowing bulls
do loudly refrain
their pining for the cows
in such tortuous pain

they'll be bellowing
for some while
for the farmer has cramped
their conjugal smiles
how could we ever forget*
the pouty boy
his idolization of himself
an irksome ploy

sulking as the giving boys
got a better reception
they were placed in the
more deserving section

the envious streak
within his being's core
so craved for their
extraordinary score

his face was *******
by a jealous cringe
real evidence of a
pouty boy's hinge

he carried the scowling
cross into adulthood
where it festered
*beneath the wood
the orphanage's walls
tell a story grim
what went on inside of them
so disturbing
up to twenty children kept in one room
crammed in so tight
together they huddled
both by day and by night
the children's elfin frames
deprived of proper nourishing food
their eyes had within them
little of love's light
they cried incessantly
a cry which implored
someone to deliver them from
the wall's fright
stale ***** and excrement pervaded the air
the odor hovered in their despair
the institutes cleanliness
lacking of hygiene
not much was kept
too well cleaned
these children
shall be impaired for life
for they were caged in a warehouse
of diabolical neglect
by the Romanian authorities

as you tuck your children into bed
tonight
give a thought
for a child devoid
of benevolent sunlight
A documentary I saw some while ago prompted this poem...
there once was a man named Ben
who couldn't fulfil his lifelong yen
to sail into an exotic bay
where lofty palms breezily sway
desire's den was not fated then
the satirical poet's violin
was remarkably played
by our Beryl's fabulous bow
so gifted its string
and a portent
in the pitch dark skies
did speak of a battle
that would rage in intensity
the retorts so scathing
detrimental
and wounding
marks indented
on the combatants
blood's scarlet
stain upon their respective
battle domains
the protagonists
ne'er did see
the trophy of victory
the forewarning of the dark skies
voiced its ken
which spoke of the opponent's day
of bewailing laments
during the day large cloud bands*
have drifted slowly toward
azure colored ranges
*beyond our village
big daddy
big daddy
could talk the talk

big daddy
big daddy
couldn't walk the walk

I met big daddy
down in New Orleans
he told me that he'd
make me his queen

that two bit man
didn't follow through
his eyes went wandering
onto Mary Lou

she had assets
that were so appealing
all the time big daddy
was double dealing

that man had
a no good lame heart
falling for Mary Lou's
piece of ****

big daddy
big daddy
could talk the talk

big daddy
big daddy
couldn't walk he walk

somewhere in
the back of my mind
I knew big daddy
didn't want my bind

Mary Lou employed
her comely wares
which proved to be
a good snare

in the delta country
of New Orleans
Mary Lou now reigns
as big daddy's queen

if past history
is anything to go by
she'll be left
without a dry eye

big daddy
big daddy
could talk the talk

big daddy
big daddy
couldn't walk the walk
though this sounds absurd
I do believe
I'm a bird
as many times
I've twittered a song
whilst perched in a tree
overlooking
a billabong
e'er she is where he is, this is their mode of operation
e'er she is where he is, this is their mode of operation
such an oddity it seems, might it be a coincidence
such an oddity it seems, might it be a coincidence
this is their mode of operation, such an oddity is seems
might it be a coincidence, e'er she is where he is

the clock can be set, on their meeting point
the clock can be set, on their meeting point
it's a regular event, what a caper they cut
it's a regular event, what a caper they cut
what a caper they cut, the clock can be set
on their meeting point, it's a regular event

the odds are very good, they'll be hooking up
the odds are very good, they'll be hooking up
bingo what do you know, they're at it again
bingo what do you know, they're at it again
bingo what do you know, the odds are very good
they'll be hooking up, they're at it again

it's a regular event, might it be a coincidence
the clock can be set, they're at it again
such an oddity it seems, what a caper they cut
e'er she is where he is, on their meeting point
they'll be hooking up, this is their mode of operation
bingo what do you know, the odds are very good
birds of the same disposition*
all gathering in a collective band
one feather is their rendition

they'll always be of this strand
never deviating at anytime
all gathering in a collective band

everyone of them an akin dime
minted by the exacting coin press
never deviating at anytime

they're keeping a single address
companions of an only kind  
minted by the exacting coin press

none are really hard to find
assembling neath a unified wing
companions of an only kind

can you hear the old adage sing
assembling neath a unified wing
birds of the same disposition
*one feather is their rendition
on hearing the bird's trilling
the heart feels an uplifting
their dulcet sounds are upbeat
they're truly a treat
no let up from the scorching bat
the flogging is a bit too thick
where the fielder gets laid out flat
due to its fervent canning stick*

the flogging is a bit too thick
we've been struck by the boiling heat
due to its fervent canning stick
every day this is on the beat

we've been struck by the boiling heat
downed in a sixer's knocking hit
every day this is on the beat
which drains our energetic pit

downed in a sixer's knocking hit
due to its fervent canning stick
which drains our energetic pit
*the flogging is a bit too thick
night hours close in at a fast rate
the streaming sunlight doth vanish
darkness falls in blackest of pate

sparkling stars flicker in bright spate
crowning jewels of exquisite finish
night hours close in at a fast rate

glories of splendor behold the eye and elate
as they stud the night charcoal's tarnish
darkness falls in blackest of pate

such is the grandeur of the darkened grate
having a dazzling trove with which to embellish
night hours close in at a fast rate

in awe of these gems flashy of sate
we're absorbed by their smashing varnish
darkness falls in blackest of pate

as the cycle of day to night doth rotate
its transitional tones do verily astonish
night hours close in at a fast rate
darkness falls in blackest of pate
he did so like
the ****** poems
that I had
written for him
after the third and fourth
ones were written
he disappeared
into thin air
after thirteen days
had elapsed
he put in
an appearance
not one word
did he offer
as to why he'd vanished
his kind
are the pits
but the experience
with this fellow
has been illuminating
and now he's firmly
  placed
on a blacklist
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