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Hillary wants the top job
in Washington D C
but to give her position
would be a travesty

America had one Clinton
at the White House
does it really need
the other spouse

the oval office
can't be stained by Hillary
it took well enough
of Bill's awful villainy

a fresh outfit
is sorely sought at the place
Americans don't want
a trace of Hillary's face
the Christmas credo
is a mainstay of belief
that feeds Earthly souls
an awful tragedy
did befall her
twas a most
unexpected thing
three bullets
struck her in the head
the paramedics
couldn't save her
they did their best
but the death knell
determined that she must expire
they wheeled
her tepid body
into the freezing cold morgue
twas a sad day
for her family and friends
yet those
who she'd gravely hurt
wouldn't agree
they rejoiced
in her meeting
with tragedy
seasons are in an annual transitional mode
bright shades of summer now fast disappear
making way for autumn hues to explode

upon the tree branches mellow tones appear
russets deep browns and liquid amber tones
bright shades of summer now fast disappear

a time of recess where growth postpones
the waste of warmer days drifting around
russets deep browns and liquid amber tones

in the mornings lingering mists abound
gone are summer's brilliant blue tinges
the waste of warmer days drifting around

as months roll by winter's white impinges
a change in shade sits upon the land
gone are summer's brilliant blue tinges

the cycle of color patterns are never bland
a change of shade sits upon the land
seasons are in an annual transitional mode
making way for autumn hues to explode
seasons are in a annual transitional mode
bright shades of summer now fast disappear
making way for autumns colors to explode

upon the tree branches mellow tones appear
russets deep browns and liquid amber tones  
bright shades of summer now fast disappear

a time for recess where growth postpones
the waste of warmer days drifting around
russets deep browns and liquid amber tones

in the mornings lingering mists abound
gone are summer's brilliant azure tinges
the waste of warmer days drifting around

as months roll by winter's white impinges
a change of shade sits upon the land
gone are summer's brilliant azure tinges

the cycle of color patterns are never bland
a change of shade sits upon the land
seasons are in an annual transitional mode  
making way for autumn's hues to explode
you'll sense much friction
whence the ladies come into contact
they'll show an outer courtesy
toward each other
yet be privately thinking
I'm not fond of her

there's no love lost
no not at all
between them there's
a thorny wall

the forced pleasantries
are a dead give away
it's not hard for an interpreter
to see through the display

you'll wonder
who or what?
lies in the middle
of their stance
which doesn't fail
to catch the translator's
glance
there's trash on the streets
trash lying everywhere
yet the people on the streets
don't seem to care

they've got their minds
on the trash sitting in their trash cans
they are thinking how they can limit
the amount of trash they put in their trash cans

earth fill facilities
are overflowing with trash
it won't be long and they'll
be no more room for all the trash

trash in our towns and cities
is becoming an eye sore
everywhere we look
there's ,more and more and more

trash attracts all kinds of vermin
and disease
man's trash will bring him
to his knees
why is there trash in the Whitehouse
this question
the American people ponder
Obama garbage is polluting the residence
and yet he can't be removed
there must be a cleaning contractor
somewhere in the Congress or Senate
who has the wear with all
with a thorough broom
to excise the filth
that is inhabiting the place
action is needed on the clean up front
to rid the Whitehouse
of this most ugly affront
if he stays around
too much longer
Pennsylvania Avenue
will stink
worse
than a pellet of dog pooh
the American people
deserve a fresh smell
in the Whitehouse
the delightful bouquet
of a Republican resident
will make for a nicely perfumed incumbent
none hopped*
aboard Jerry's train
to-day
but Jerry's train
was boarded
any other day

how fickle
the traveling public
*can be
liberal minded folk
of America
your President
is leading you
down the wrong path
he's trashed
your American constitution
which the founding fathers drew up
this document
is sacred to the 50 states
but your President
has no concept
of its valuable principles
he free wheels
and does as he pleases
without being conscience
of the collateral damage
he's inflicting
on this time honored deed
for a President
not to uphold
this document
is tantamount
to being
treasonous
to taste of her nectar
to sense her thrall
to e'er be enraptured
in her appeal
his tongue craves
the bouquet
she beholds
so scrumptious
her treasury of gold
yet his pangs
for her fruit
ne'er subside
they quadruple
they persist
oh how he pines
to be midst her deliciousness
to-day my sister and I*
sat down for a cup of tea
and discussed the decorations
that we'd put on her Christmas tree

she wanted multi coloured tinsel
with a big white star
but of that suggestion
I wasn't going to have a bar

a theme on red and green baubles
is what I would select
to whit sis said that proposal
I thoroughly reject

there was an impasse
between us about the tree's attire
so we had another *** of tea
*and let that matter expire
trees
trees
trees
why don't we
plant more of these

below the many benefits
of trees shall be shown
and how wonderful it is
to see them fully grown

neath a goodly shading oak
we can shelter from the sun
whilst children run around it
having tons and tons of fun

the precipitation process
needs trees for dousing rain
were we to be without
them life wouldn't sustain

spreading tree roots keep
the soil's profile stable
by meshing together in
an excellent natural cable

trees
trees
trees
why don't we
plant more of these
tiny ones emerging in propagating boxes
towering giants stand in tropical forests
timber is yelled when felling a tree
thousands chopped down everyday
talented craftsmen designing cedar chiffoniers
teak wood makes a lovely dining suite
thick layers of sawdust on a workshop floor
trees
have trunks
some grow tall
animals reside in them
timber
as a pair of flares
back in the seventies
there will always be
all those trendies

they are the ones
that people latch onto
and they can be found
in any waiting queue

the next trend setter
is somewhere in the line of congestion
but which one will it be
is the yet unanswered question
a non trending poem
is a poem out of fashion
so many of one's poems
have no trending capabilities
those behind the scenes
who determine what will and won't trend
keep telling one that one's poems
aren't in fashion
the old hat stuff
doesn't cut it with them
so few of my pieces
tend to go on and trend
which is proof that they
aren't of the right rend

the behind the scenes
selectors don't like my stuff
they reckon it smells worse
than camphor *****

for some time I proffered
sub standard work  
which has met with their
side way smirks

the officials who have oversight
at the trending room
are of the one mind
in wanting my poems to doom

yet I shall try to better
my output of daily disasters
so they'll be more appealing
to the trending masters
oft one is in
a huge quandary
as to where to put
an apostrophe

there's no room for one
to make a mistake
due to the little dash
being dipped in the wrong lake

is it it's or is it not
how oft one has forgot
how this tiny marking
does well allot

one must be
ever aware and alert
when dealing
with a tricky invert
two souls combing
thence fondness doth seal

their love volume
increases in joy

of a trinity
divine the rhyme
together as one
At the last furlong of the race
The leading horse lost his place
The third horse in the field ran past him
The jockey aboard this horse was named Jim

Jim rode the horse to a treat
The trainer knew he couldn't be beat
As the horse neared the finish post
He decided to give up the ghost

The crowd sang out to Jim
The horse's chances of winning are slim
Give him a taste of your rider's whip
With that he tapped the horse firmly on the hip

Then the horse got his mind back on the race
As the rest of the field were gaining pace
Jim's horse responded to the encouragement
And flashed home to triumph in the event
at the last furlong of he race
the leading horse lost his place
the third horse in the field ran past him
the jockey aboard this horse was named Jim

Jim rode the horse to a treat
the trainer knew he couldn't be beat
as the horse neared the finishing post
he decided to give up the ghost

the crowd sang out to Jim
the horse's chances of winning are slim
give him a taste of your rider's whip
with that he tapped the horse firmly on the hip

then the horse got his mind back on the race
as the rest of the field were gaining pace
Jim's horse responded to the encouragement
and flashed home to triumph in the event
trolling souls*
so many trolling souls
trolling abides
in their shoe soles

trolling
morning and night
trolling
with oodles of might
trolling
for them is a highlight

trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah

trolling
every which way
trolling
makes their dull day
trolling
the games they play

trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah
trolling
lah, lah, lah

trolling
ruining it for others
trolling
the sisters and brothers
trolling
palpably smothers

trolling souls
so many trolling souls
trolling abides
*in their shoe soles
Enjoy the link that's been provided.

https://youtu.be/jcF-1AoDO18
the trollometer
is a reliable
apparatus
how well it gauges
the trolling
status

of great accuracy
the needle it
employs
which locates
any untoward
ploys

trolls can pop up
wearing a plethora of
faces
theirs is the playing
of copious
aces

the trollometer
never gets its readings
wrong
the inventor's guarantee
is of a precise
prong
there are trolls
who are out of control
they daily go  
on their trolling patrols

these trolls can't be locked away
they're ever patrolling
as they so may

out of control
out of control

we must not let anymore of them
take over the place
there is already a few occupying
this patch's space

the trollometer
is an accurate gauge
it has registered
some trolls on the page

if you see trolls
who are acting suspicious
you'll know that their patrols
aren't any too auspicious

out of control
out of control

them trolls
sure need
to be bought
under our control
trolls have a lot of idle time
on their aggravating hands
and it has been noticed that
they move in trolling bands

were these individuals to
find a more useful pastime
others wouldn't be sensing
their provocative lime

oh yes the trolls are well
and truly on the loose
causing much mayhem like
an uninhibited moose

they patrol both by day
and by night
dispensing their plaguing
sort of blight

if you've ever felt a troll
breathing down your neck
it'll make you cry out get
the abhor off my deck
our local football team
are at the top of the district comp
this season
they've had a winning romp
with superior play and skills galore
they've left other teams
flagging at the bottom of the draw
this year Billy Dwyer has coached
them with great aplomb
that's why the team's position
is looking so plum  
for a decade the team never got
any further than the ladder's lowest rung
the town's folk are grinning
from ear to ear
with the good results the team
is having on the footy fields around here
the captain of the team
is confident that the premiership
can be achieved
as the lads on the team
are dedicating themselves
to rolling up the sleeves
there is but another few weeks
of footy to go
and our local lads
are in with a good show
they'll be on the filed
this afternoon
putting in 100%
to proceed to
the trophy's ascent
there was no way I could sleep last night
traffic kept me awake all throughout the night
trucks trundled down my street in an endless convoy
they had no consideration for the noise they did employ

I finally got to sleep at ten past four
as the trucks ceased rolling past my door
this afternoon I shall catch a few winks of sleep
I shall curl up on the lounge and count sheep
true love
between a pair
shall remain so steadfast
for a lifetime two hearts melding
the sweet lasting refrain of blissfulness
unto joy's devotion they'll twine
twill be a grand union
endearing is
true love
President Trump spends
an inordinate
amount of time
on the
golf course

practicing
his nine iron
swing
and
the preciseness
of his
putting

the American people are outraged
as he's not dedicating
every minute of the day
to  his Presidential
duties which have
accumulated
since
the fourth of July
holiday

given that time
ticks by
at
a
fast
rate  
President Trump
must ensure
that
his love of golf  
isn't
prioritized
over
serving the people
of
the American nation's
state
an inquisitive bird did narrate
his tale of a tryst
regarding Mrs Jean Jameson
and Mr Laurie List

in the forest some four miles
out of Thomas Town
they'd covertly meet on Tuesday
to play hands down

the bird always had his
eye trained on suspect activity
that was happening in
his immediate proximity
there's a definite skill in tugging strings
marionette controllers understand these things*
cords of manipulation pulled left and right
to keep each puppet working for his might

a deftness of tasking beyond compare
this capability he'll show with much dare
an accent always being on the wire's desire
as to how he'd like his wooden figures to fire

we marvel at the maestro's astute vigour
in employing his expert's toggling rigour
commanding all the dolls by ace orchestration
*he's a supreme professional of the vocation
I'm an accomplished writer of ****
So many of my poems feature piles of it
To-day I slapped up an offering
This one was scribed with lots of passion
No doubt you'll dislike this awful ration
When the mood strikes the lines flow free
My quill puts on a liberal **** spree
This star quality crap is worth proffering
I always surprise myself with my dross
It hasn't the appearance of top gloss
As the afternoon hours slowly draw near
Another poem of **** ilk hath dawned
So I shall let it be nicely spawned
Golly gee this is a grouse piece of **** gear
#humor  # self deprecation  # smile
he speaks
out of both sides of his mouth  
devious is he
may all the poets at Hello Poetry
enjoy the up coming weekend
this evening
a promising conglomeration
of clouds
came in from the west
a golden sphere of sunlight
doth grace our patch of landscape
the hills and the gullies
sparkle in its beaming cape
Harry sensed that all the lever pullers
were in action
he thought that the job
gave them so much satisfaction
our love rapport, shall bloom on a spring day
we'll mesh as a pairing, such a splendid day

long we'll cherish, those deep feelings of love
eternal streams brimming, on that sunlit day

our hearts bonding tightly, songs sung superbly
mountains and plains cohering, beautiful the day

love's many colors, joining our gala parade
we'll entwine in happiness,  ne'er a lovelier day

sharing nectar's alchemy, ever so divine
two souls embracing, twill be a rich day
the current prognosis
is looking very grim
twitter's share price has
taken quite a trim

already RIPs have been
posted on the net
which has so saddened
the twittering set

it hasn't faired well
against Facebook
that is why its flimsy
foundations shook

after a while the minute
by minute style of it
proved not to be such
a fabulous hit

investors withdrew
from the iffy trade
they became aware of its
sinking lade

stocks aren't going to improve
so the pundits say
would seem that the chirp
has faded away
two hearts beating as one
                                          in divine synchronicity
                                                     
love's harmony playing
                                       as a soft symphony
                                          
two hearts beating as one
                                          such beauty in the melody
                                                          
a blue stream flowing
                                    to the strains of eternity
T-Together they'll create a lovely moon
W-Wonderful is their adoration's boon
O-Oneness of love this pair shall festoon

H-Harmonic shall they be together  
E-Exquisite of a meshing love tether
A-Abiding in all kinds of weather
R- Resplendently matching with other
T-Tenderness their eternal soft feather
S-Special the song of amity's heather

B-Bounty and plenty e'er they'll possess
E-Elated this pair in joyous congress
A-Always to be in the realms of fullness
T-Twined by braids to true loveliness
I-Infinite the land of affection's prettiness  
N-Naught shall blight their gleefulness
G-Glories shared in a bower of sweetness

A-Aligned in all that they say and do
S-Sublime the narrative of these two

O-Of love's serenade they'll endlessly play
N-Nicely coalescing in each and every way
E-Ecstatic this their devotional interplay
how odd it is
for someone
to be employing
two identities
that person
must be going
for the mix
and match look
one minute the coat
is on the right side
then in the next minute
another persona is plied
this person is splitting hairs
as to what identity
he or she bears
it is a cryptic illusion
that this person
is in all probability
trapped by a delusion
as to what facade
he or she shows
to the mob
who are in a state
of utter confusion
A prompt from a fellow poet inspired this write.
two tribes of footballers
on Wednesday night shall meet
to play for the State of Origin's
championship greet

the three games in the series
always being hard to win
as the sides stage a battle
on the field of league's min

they who follow this most
compelling test of sport
will see tackling and ball carries
so formidable in sort

Maroon and Blue jerseys
striving to conquer each other
by matching motors with
the goal of a triumphant smother
she dwells in sorrow, every waking minute
she dwells in sorrow, every waking minute
tears scald her cheeks, there is no respite
tears scald her cheeks, there is no respite
there is no respite, she dwells in sorrow
every waking minute, tears scald her cheeks

the bow of grief wraps her, it doesn't untie
the bow of grief wraps her, it doesn't untie
she is locked in sadness, the doleful pall
she is locked in sadness, the doleful pall
she is locked in sadness, the bow of grief wraps her
the doleful pall, it doesn't untie

oh for the sun's face of glee, her heart being unburdened
oh for the sun's face of glee, her heart being unburdened
the loss and pain, to be lifted from her soul
the loss and pain, to be lifted from her soul
her heart being unburdened, the loss and pain
to be lifted from her soul, oh for the sun's face of glee

she is locked in sadness, the loss and pain
it doesn't untie, there is no respite
she dwells in sorrow, the doleful pall
tears scald her cheeks, the bow of grief wraps her
to be lifted from her soul, oh for the sun's face of glee
every waking minute, her heart being unburdened
he was to his brethren of fellow poets
more than disrespectful and rude
shouting from the rooftops that they
were wannabes of the written altitude

since all is known by he
in regards to poetic expression
maybe he could enlighten
the wannabes with a masterclass session

wannabes might then
enhance their penning measures
like he who has a chest full
of expert treasures

impoliteness toward his poet kin
seems to be something he revels in
the self appointed judge of wannabes
is so erudite with his uncalled for pillories
inscriptions of loss
dwell in a mother's heart
inconsolably her tears fall

within her womb a child
grew
twas born
and twas loved and nurtured
unto adulthood
an untimely
occurrence
dimmed the child's existence

ever the mother
shall silently weep
she'll express her lasting pain  
of losing a loved child
her days filled
with an unceasing rain
My mother felt the loss of her fifth born child Gail....she was only 24 years old when she died.
more and more couples are opting
to wed in unconventional places
they're not into those old fashioned
churches or registry office spaces

just to-day an American pair
did exchange their nuptial vows
inside an airport terminal
near the baggage area's trows

these types of wedding ceremonies
are gaining a greater supporter root
for they've added a new dimension
to the whole matrimonial hoot

we can expect to see weddings being
performed in a different location
so don't surprised if one happens
outside the international space station
the dog owner neglected
his so called friend
no sustenance to the dog
did he kindly tend

over a period of time
the poor wretch ebbed away
he took his last panting breath
on that hot summer's day

twas criminal what the dog owner
did foist upon the dog
for his uncaring actions
he deserves a thumping good flog

his heartlessness
truly unforgivable
the dog seemingly
to his eye twas invisible

every day dogs die
in a state of distress
their owners perpetrating
undeniable cruelness
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