if my hand were in your hand
we'd walk to a wonderland
on the way we'd steal a kiss
that would be sweet bliss

empty the sweet wine of your love
into my duct
fill me with your passionate desire
so sensual bliss
envelopes
both of us

tweeting
chirping
singing
trilling
valleys full of tweeting chirping birds
all of them singing trilling sweet words

winds of change began to blow*
whirling in a different circulation
was the onset in alternate show
we did see its reverse oscillation

it would always be the same drift
in blew the current not familiar
inevitable this variable lilt's shift
instead of the ever so similar

the old guards twirl was replaced
timely this course of rotation
their admin's were all displaced
to permit substitute invocation

heaving with a breath of force
heralding another direction
how they did like this divorce
*haling the swing of inflection

he had internal conflicts
to contend with
demons
that wouldn't be subdued
or suppressed

he had a career
mapped out
in the entertainment industry
future fame
making it even bigger
on the American music scene

the day he passed away
nothing was straight in his mind
the woes of his personal life
came to a head
he was found hanging
on a motel room door

a young man
with much to look forward to
yet his woes
wouldn't disband
the music stopped
for him...
abridged
cut short
from life he did abort

with his sharp talons poised
the wedge tail eagle swooped
upon a languid lizard
resting near a rock

Tammy M Darby
she is my poetic mate
and some of her work
is on the Hello Poetry slate

He played in her garden all night long
Her deliciousness had him wrapped
The tone of their love nest twas e'er strong
They discovered gold pots yet untapped
Synchronizing their bodies together
The sighing of pleasures so incredible
Stars shone upon their bedroom tether
Twas a night love's seal became indelible
Venturing into such a rapturous strain
Engendered a feel of wonderment
Which they repeated to a spicy refrain
Those nocturnal hours filled with movement
The lovers concordance twas so sublime
Eros and Venus tangoing in time

by next week the fellow down the street
will have the repairs on his tank complete
he'll then take me on a rumbling ride
with my head stuck out of the gunners side

I've been waiting for Dave
to get the old metal bucket on the road
twill be the best day of my existence
riding along in its pay load

we've had many a talk
about getting the beast of a thing going
so we could motor around the town
for a grand showing

All our country's taxpayers are becoming enraged
Bailing out companies which have been mismanaged
Countless millions have been forked out
Dollar amounts which are exceptionally stout
Ever the taxpayer is called upon to cough up
Filling the always depleted company's cup
Giving generously has got to cease pretty soon
Helping them is a cost that's gone well beyond the moon
Injecting our hard earned is too much
Just let them stand on their own crutch
Kick those CEO's into a reality check fashion
Let them not receive anymore of our kind ration
Money has been misspent by our former government
Never ending the out flow it's time for some abatement
Offer not another cent to those ailing companies
Propping them stresses the taxpayer's arteries
Questions must be asked about those per unit costs
Regularly increasing and so high are their imposts
Shores abroad can produce goods for lesser amounts
They run a more efficient book of accounts
Under a burgeoning payout us taxpayers are gripped
Vast savings we'd make if they were nipped
We've been supporting the big end of town for years
X marks the spot where we've been left in arrears
Yonder the companies can take their travails
Zilch is what they'll be receiving from our taxpayer bails

to-day I discovered
that I hadn't done my tax
which only goes to prove
that I'm very lax

it has been two years
since I've lodged a return
presently I'm filled with worry
and mountains of concern

I could be paying a big fine
to the tax department
for I had gone well over
the date of lodgement

the commissioner of tax
won't be too happy with me
as in preparing my tax
I wasn't an early birdie

the tax office isn't
a forgiving institution
more than likely
it'll be out for retribution

this afternoon I got all
of my tax affairs posted away
as I don't want to be seen
as a taxpayer who won't pay

the baby gurgled
as his brother tickled
his rotund tummy

in the estuary waters dark
lurked a three meter shark

her light fingers
shall not get away
with this one

as of now
the telegraph
ceases to send
further news

emerging from the predawn mist
twas a feral bush cat

Mr Austin's bile laden whispering campaign
did work a treat

mother nature's umbilical cord supplies
us with nourishment every day

many hundreds of dappled shadows
played on the forest's floor

earlier this afternoon
I conquered
the massive mountain
of ironing

on seeing
her inviting spring
he felt
an instant rousing

atop the church's steeple
sat a green feathered king parrot

scouts turned on tilley lamps
as night encircled their camp

magpie's liquid caramel calls plied
through the village school's grounds

in a few minutes
one will be preparing
one's lunch