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as morn progressed along
heavy brows of clouds gathered
in the dull lit skies above
they blocked sun rays
they came home from war
all shattered and worn
the events in the theater of fighting
rendered them torn

the horrors
remain indented in their heads
their dead and injured comrades
awash in blood guts and gore

the smell of ammo
firing off
the ducking for cover
from the very close shot
the thick brush jungle
where ***** traps
were hidden
the indiscriminate
bombs
dropping
from several hundred feet

and they came home from war
and they came home
altered forever
and these ghastly recollections
are ones they'll not treasure
across the Liverpool plains
the gas exploration
goes on without
being contained

drilling is never ending
holes sunk
which invariable
cause in the farming community
a disquieting funk

Santos
cares little
for the environment's
well being
its pipeline
must garner
all the gas
in the stream

landholders and those in the green party
have banded together
to protect the agricultural lands
from the rabid abuse
which the company
will wrought on
the water table
flora
and
fauna

they cry ****
as the company
exploits
the countryside
making of it
a harlot to be pillaged
and misused

the state government
is at sixes and sevens
so many competing
interests
must be listened to
should it give
Santos
permits
to
**** and plunder
or
will
it
allow
the
broad acres
to
continue
without sunder
they say
they say
that he'll be blown away
blown away
in a ballot paper display

they say
they say
that he'll have an unfortunate day
an unfortunate day
of terrible gray

they say
they say
that he'll be made to pay
made to pay
for his unpredictable play

they say
they say
that he'll receive an unforgiving spray
an unforgiving spray
from the fifty states array  

they say
they say
that he'll not survive the onslaught's affray
the onslaught's affray
which is coming his way
The poem is based on Donald Trump.
this afternoon all the clocks went wrong
their ticking mechanisms
went out on strike
the clock union
was called in
to negotiate
a return
to ticking
tock tick
tock tick
went the clocks
they were not
correctly calibrated

tock tick
tock tick
the cuckoo bird
thought his clock
had turned absurd

tock tick
tock tick
all the clocks
were well out of kilter

tock tick
tock tick
twas most strange
listening to clocks
which had become
most deranged

tock tick
tock tick
A bit of fun for the readers...
tiny black ants scurried around
building high mounds out of dirt
before the heavy rains fell down
this last Thursday eve
at the urgings of the needle's keen tip*
she'd respond with such a caustic delight
corrosive was its thorniness of quip

on the pointy end being put to conic flight
an outpouring of stinging did rain free
she'd respond with such a caustic delight

never not thinking of the spurring's tee
compelled by a so driven tong's tine
an outpouring of stinging did rain free

yet the rejoinder was not very **** fine
applying her barbing tool time after time
compelled by a so driven tong's tine

browsers saw the regularity of crime
sticking in too much abrasive acid
applying her barbing tool time after time

the mordant seasoning far from placid
sticking in too much abrasive acid
at the urgings of the needle's keen tip
*corrosive was its thorniness of quip
Terzanelle


The Terzanelle is a poetry type which is a combination of the villanelle and the terza rima forms. It is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets/tercets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is repeated, reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the center line of the next-to-the-last stanza which appears in the quatrain. The rhyme and refrain scheme for the triplets is as follows:

1. A
2. B
3. A

4. b
5. C
6. B

7. c
8. D
9. C

10. d
11. E
12. D

13. e
14. F
15. E

Ending Type 1:

16. f
17. A
18. F
19. A

Ending Type 2:

16. f
17. F
18. A
19. A

Each line of the poem should be the same metrical length.
the heat has made me feel as limp as a reed
my air conditioner is going at full speed
these excessively hot days are too much to bear
one longs for the days to be less fair

it is like a furnace in this particular territory
and one's thoughts turn to a lower degree
for a lovely cool breeze to come this way
would most certainly make my day

but alas the sun has it's switch at the highest setting
and it is causing one to be constantly sweating
one's energy levels are completely drained
the over abundance of sun has me thoroughly caned
score on score of them are laid
score on score of them have killed and maimed
score on score of them in jungles and in fields
score on score of them dot the Afghan lands
score on score of them have been detonated

the touching of a mechanism
with an unsuspecting foot
the tearing of flesh
the splintering of bone
the rivers of red blood

prosthesis fitted
to permit walking again
without an artificial foot
no steps
can be gained

score on score
the damage everlasting
injurious landmines
blasting

score on score
the toll of dead rises
landmine activity brings
many demises

somewhere on our planet
a man, woman of child
has had a limb
thoughtlessly torn away
NB: Last Friday, was International Landmine Awareness Day.
in a state of disuse
the old gold mine stood  
as the cost of retrieving it
twas not financially viable
miners back in the days
of the gold rush
had abandoned
their panning sites
skeletons of gold cradles
lain by the creek edge
the flecks of gold
had become a dream
the grandest of illusions

with the advent
of modern mining techniques
the old mine had life giving oxygen
put back into it again
a company from Sydney
commenced quarrying
along the creek's ore vein
good quality gold  
twas retrieved
a bounty of abundance
which shone so vividly

if the old miners
of yesterday
were around
to-day
they'd be quoting
these words
in a most affirming way...
thought nothing can bring back the hour of splendor
in the grass of glory in the flower
at night
we lay in our beds
with many
thoughts in our heads
they leave not our minds alone
they are omnipresent
as marrow is in a bone
they swim
until we finally fall to sleep
and in our resting mode
they silently keep
whence day dawns
the thoughts
we have
again spawn
when I was a teenager I played basketball
my long range shots made good strikes
each one did of the spectators greatly enthrall

opposition teams would say the word yikes
after I'd place a three pointer in the hoop
my long range shots made good strikes

the coach loved having me in the troop
effective at getting an extra point for the tally
after I'd place a three pointer in the hoop

my other team members would always rally
they'd be spurred on to play a tip top game
effective at getting an extra point for the tally

our basketball team made others look lame
we gave it our all on the court to be victorious
they'd be spurred on to play a tip top game

every ******* our home team played glorious
we gave it all on the court to be victorious
when I was teenager I played basketball
each one did of the spectators greatly enthrall
the birds are under the eaves
singing reeves
ne'er do they croon
like our Pat Boone

one could join them in a sing song
but not for long
one's singing voice
is far from choice

may the birds keep singing all day
in a happy way
as their trilling
is so thrilling
through night's quiet hush
the bark of a dog did resound
through night's quiet hush
his racket so rousing of gush
stirring other woofers around
who joined in the din's loud sound
through night's quiet hush
thrumming cicadas  
sang their monotonous song
as the sun's hot rays
pounded down on the bushland's
thirsting arid patch
thunder rolled in
from the south east
it roared as a wild
untamed beast

creatures took to
havens secure
as the ensuing tempest
did bring its demure

volleys of thunder resound
in our undulating terrain
within the next few minutes
there will be a torrent of rain

drops fall from the dark clouds
onto the landscape's arid cloak
their endowments of wetness
received as a goodly soak

the countryside infused
with a quenching drink
quelling the thirst of its
dry unfilled sink

soils bereft of dampness
for such a long time
jubilantly hearing the sounds
of a saturating rhyme

thunder heralded
this afternoon across the sky
bringing a downpour
as it passed by
thunder rolled in from
the south east
it roved as a feral
untamed beast

creatures took to
haven's secure
this tempest was bringing
a wild demure

volley after volley of thunder
over the terrain
within a short while
there'd be a torrent of rain

drops falling from the laden clouds
onto the landscape
covering it in the soaking
endowment's drape  

the countryside infused
with a drenching drink
quelling the thirst
of its dry unfilled sink

soils bereft of dampness
for such a long time
joyous were the sounds
of the wetting's chime

the canon's blast heralded
in the afternoon sky
affording a downpour
as it passed by
thunder volleys
roll across the evening's sky
thunder volleys
drumming like the wheels of trolleys
a crescendo so loud in ply
as the grumbling noise trundles by
thunder volleys
Thy moon and thy stars hath all been taken
Her heart lives no longer in thy sphere
Our harmony of one hath been forsaken
It skipped well out of the atmosphere
Where once love did sing its beaming refrain
Murky clouds of mistrust came along to stay
Thy realm e'er replete with pain's lasting stain
How could of it all ended this very way
Reason's voice did speak to thy heart so clear
Love hath drifted to a far locality
On paths separate not meant to endear
Thy shall seek a lady of amiability
Though all is shaded in a heavy slate lead
Thy shall eye horizons that lay ahead
A lethargy hath encompassed thy quill
Henceforth no ink shall it profusely spill
Twill seek rest in a lovely countryside glade
Daily markings on a page shall conclude
It shall take time to imbibe in quietude
Thy quill's tiredness hath been narrated
It's verve did slowly become deflated
Dwindling away to a lifeless shade
No fetching flourishes e'er on display
The spirited light hath gone from its day
Thy quill departs to refresh and revive
As it's energies are verily listless
Doth come an hour for repose's sought redress
Tis sure to make it feel truly alive
his star is on the rise again
he's the king of the fairways and greens
he has revitalized the golfing game
he holds the number one position
he's the premier player of the world
his fans are really wrapped
his name is in all the sports pages
he's back to slay his rivals
T-Treading with a very measured gait
I-Inviting his balancing pole to equate
G-Grounding each foot at precise rate
H-Holding a toe grip by a sheerest fate
T-Tensile cable he doth easily intimidate

R-Reckons he'll get to the other end secure
O-Overcoming the snare of the floors lure
P-Plying skills which shall always endure
E-Elevated at a height where the air is pure

W-Wowing the audience seated in the tent
A-Applause he garners for his amazing event
L-Lightly he takes his final steps of torment
K-Kisses thrown at the walker who is spent
E-Elation he now feels and so very content
R- Risk and great pressure he underwent
the nest did lack space, accommodations were crammed
the nest did lack space, accommodations were crammed
sardines in a tin, the plot needed thinning
sardines in a tin, the plot needed thinning
the plot needed thinning, accommodations were crammed
sardines in a tin, the nest did lack space

they sighted a surplus one, tossing overboard
they sighted a surplus one, tossing overboard
what clutter it did cause, heave ** out you go
what clutter it did cause, heave ** out you go
they sighted a surplus one, what clutter it did cause
tossing overboard, heave ** out you go

the place twas less congested, not a tight squeeze
the place twas less congested, not a tight squeeze
elbows were able to span, more roomy
elbows were able to span, more roomy
elbows were able to span, not a tight squeeze
the place twas less congested, more roomy

the plot needed thinning, they sighted a surplus one
accommodations were crammed, what clutter it did cause
sardines in a tin, the nest did lack space
heave ** out you go, tossed overboard
elbows were able to span, the place twas less congested
more roomy, not a tight squeeze
the tight swathe of fog
made a compact canopy
above the river

it lingered there
until first shards of morn's light
cut through the dense roof
time governs you and me
treat it not irreverently
chance the unknown while you can
sands of time pause for no woman nor man
one and all quick sticks
the time piece it ticks it ticks
ditherers and dawdlers hear the alarm
wasted days do each of us irreversible harm
of the calendar year we are sure
though moments in time are pending trapdoors
make every venture your stock in trade
lest time render us uncertain and afraid
in reality agendas and rosters do vary
devilish time oft wickedly contrary
speed up Jack Jill sundials are on a roll
time is indiscriminate in exacting a costly toll
governor time is carefully deliberating
our pendulums remonstrating
time governs you and me
treat it not irreverently
chance the unknown will you can
sands of time pause for no woman nor man
one and all quick sticks
the time piece it ticks it ticks
ditherers and dawdlers hear the alarm
wasted days do each of us irreversible harm
of the calendar year we are sure
though moments in time are pending trapdoors
make every venture your stock in trade
lest time render us uncertain and afraid
in reality rosters and agendas do vary
devilish time oft wickedly contrary
speed up Jack and Jill sundials are on a roll
time is indiscriminate in exacting a costly toll
governor time is carefully deliberating
our pendulums remonstrating
time governs
you and me
treat it not
irreverently
chance the unknown
while you can
sands of time
pause for no woman nor man
one and all
quick sticks
the time piece
it ticks it ticks
dithers and dawdlers
hear the alarm
wasted days
do each of us
irreversible harm
of the calendar year
we are sure
but moments in time
are pending trapdoors
make every venture
your stock in trade
lest time render us
uncertain and afraid
in reality rosters
and agendas do vary
devilish time
oft wickedly contrary
speed up Jack and Jill
sundials are on a roll
time is indiscriminate
exacting
a costly toll
governor time
is carefully deliberating
our pendulums
remonstrating
if you have twenty four hours
on your hands
you can explore the world's many
time bands  

this might take you
a bit of time to do
but just think of the
ken you'll accrue
of memory lane's path
some elderly folk can no more amble
for their minds are caught
in a forgetful shamble

their yesterdays all obliterated
by an insidious brain complaint
which dims the path of past events
in a most faint paint

as time progresses
their minds can't retain a thing
they are in a state
of aimless wandering

dementia is a place where
we'd not like to go
as its path loses track
of the footprints in times ago
where would we be
without our community volunteers
those wonderful people
who are there in times of need

the blood donor
gives a pint of blood
to keep a soul alive
the only payment he takes
is a cup of tea and piece of cake

the carer
who looks after a neighbor
who has no relative around
to assist with showering
and household chores

the Lions Club member
out on the street collecting money
for a wheelchair
to be placed in a hospital ward

there are people
who've an altruistic bent
out in each of our communities
daily assisting others
if these people
didn't come forward
to offer a helping hand
for free
the community
would be the poorer
without their kind deeds
time
travels
ever slow
when one awaits
the morrows new dawn
hasten not time
for that day
shall come
soon
you're so shy
you're so coy
you're a very timid boy

why so shy
why so coy
I know you like me
timid boy

drop your bashfulness
and you will see
all your dreams of love
will become an actuality

timid boy
you'll never be lonely
so find the nerve
to approach me

why so shy
why so coy
I know you like me
timid boy
he has a penchant
for tinkering with stuff
if given half the chance
he'd tinker with his navel fluff

I've seen him tinkering
with working order stuff
that doesn't need any tinkering
put upon its cuff

some while back he
decided to have a tinker
with a room partition at the hall
and as a result of his
non essential tinkering
down came the east facing wall

tinkering is an occupation
of the tampering ******
unnecessarily touching stuff
with an interfering fiddle
the crowd at the local shop
was packed very compactly
much like a tin of kippers
a tight squeeze indeed
this point of call
has many a name
which one do you
put in the frame

in my region we
call it the ****-house
or to be more polite
the little house

some folks call it the public loo
which oddly rhymes with poo

Americans have given
it a male gender
the John is the term
that they render

in Ye Olde England
they've named it the lavatory
their chosen word
tells its story

***** and bog matter are expelled
from the bowel or the bladder
those making a stop over at the toilet
do feel much relieved and much gladder

twas drawn to my attention
this November Tuesday
that tomorrow twill be
International toilet day

as a cleaner of rest rooms
I've scrubbed plenty of porcelain
and on it I've found lots
of piddle and skid mark stains

whence next you're visiting
that place of poos and wees
give thanks to it for handling
your daily ablution sprees
The 19/11/2014 will be International Toilet Day.
the American people are tiring of Obama
he isn't doing much for their karma
they would like his head on a plate
for he is no longer their mate

America is falling into disrepair
and Obama's administration seems not to care
congress needs to act decisively
and impeach his *** rather quickly
they shun
they eschew
they forget about me
they only want me
when they wish
to do
a pooh pooh
or wee ***
in me
tolerating trolls is
a very difficult thing to do
as their behaviour has
a wickedness of cue

they establish their awful
dispositions upon us
and they don't much like it
when we kick up a fuss

but why should our community
accept the unacceptable
from they who are truly of a
class so despicable

free-wheeling around
doing as they wish
we must reject them
like a pariah fish
my false teeth were giving
me a lot of curry
so I ripped them out of my mouth
in a flurry of a hurry

the dashed things
braced every bit of my gums
which was hampering
and impeding all of my hums

the teeth now lie
in the bathroom sink
as they've pushed me
to the ruddy brink

though I cannot talk properly
without them in
at least I'm able
to muster a crooked grin

they are in need of some
urgent aligning work
which will be done
by the dental mechanic in Bourke

sipping soup and slurping jelly
will be my lot
as the false teeth keep going on
with a lot of Tommy rot
such charming colour every bloom*
richly decorating the room
a Grecian vase held an array
spring's loveliest hues did display

the eye captured by flowers
profuse each ones gorgeous powers
of orange and white highlighting shay
with olive green leaf midst the lay

portraying an artistic glory
petals of impressionist's story
the painter scented beauty at play
applying the tones of May

such charming colour every bloom
*on applying the tones of May
the hot tongues of fire
lapped
at the ****** bushland
remote the dream of love, twas for thee
remote the dream of love, twas for thee
its wonderland, ne'er close to reach
its wonderland, ne'er close to reach
to reach the remote dream of love
ne'er close for thee twas its wonderland

as time marched on, hopes faded away
as time marched on, hopes faded away
thy heart's sunshine, in gloomy shade
thy heart's sunshine, in gloomy shade
thy heart's hopes faded in gloomy shade
as the sunshine marched away

on solitary shore, without warming ember
on solitary shore, without warming ember
a lonely refrain, doth play on thy island
a lonely refrain, doth play on thy island
on island shore without ember warming
a solitary lonely refrain doth play

in solitary dream of thy heart's sunshine
a wonderland faded in gloomy shade
without ember warming thy island hopes
marched away in time to a lonely refrain
thy island shore doth play
ne'er close thee to reach love
remote the dream of love twas for thee
remote the dream of love twas for thee
its wonderland ne'er close to reach
its wonderland ne'er close to reach
to reach the remote dream of love  
ne'er close for thee twas its wonderland

as time marched on hopes faded away
as time marched on hopes faded away
thy heart's sunshine in gloomy shade
thy heart's sunshine in gloomy shade
thy heart's hopes faded in gloomy shade
as the sunshine marched away

on solitary shore without warming ember
on solitary shore without warming ember
a lonely refrain doth play on thy island
a lonely refrain doth play on thy island
on island shore without ember warming
a solitary lonely refrain doth play

in solitary dream of thy heart's sunshine
a wonderland faded in gloomy shade
without ember warming thy island hopes
march in time to a lonely refrain
thy remote shore doth play
ne'er close thee to reach love
to serve their generals
the soldiers file in
clouds of trepidation
apportion their skin

the harsh front of battle
will test their resolve
mistakes and errors in battle
their generals wont absolve

unto the job of killing
the soldiers must forward
their generals holding
the dominant swords

the soldiers are at
their generals behest
and must muster nerve
out front of the quest
the old gang
had got together
with their minds focused
on a conspiracy 
they were going to hunt
that ferret out
of their immediate proximity

the dang creature
twas making
their lives
a tormenting hell
so as a collectively body
they decided
to throw the ferret
into a deep well

but he sensed
that a conspiracy
had been formulated
by the gang's boss
to whit he let
the animal protection unit  
know of the co-conspirators
intent to give him the toss
he bade a farewell
to the structure he'd built up
evil wouldst not go

their shadows very dark
infiltrated every nook
they'd undone it all

writers exiting
the foundations collapsed
twas a totaling
he laid his head
between her warm *******
to feel the smoothness
of her skin
she invited him
to taste of her buds
which were aroused
by his touch
There once was a man named Ray
Who had a wandering toupee
It oft fell from the top of his crown
Which caused him to always wear a frown
Sticking his toupee down would have alleviated his frown
the garbage truck
didn't turn up this morning
and there is *******
around all the house's awnings

apparently the truck's gear box
had a major collapse
which caused the gear stick
to go into relapse

the council rang the town's folk
at nine o'clock
to let them know that the truck
would be staying in dock

they also stated that another truck
had been commandeered
by the environmental officer
Mister Mark Beard

at some stage during the day
the ******* will be collected
which will make the house awnings
look less neglected

we take pride in having
a ******* free town
and we the residence don't much like it
when the garbage truck breaks down

our council's fleet of trucks
should be in working order
so as not to cause
the residence of the town disorder
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