blame can be apportioned
on the landlord's back
a cladding of inferior quality
wrapped his building's stack

flames quickly engulfed
all the floor levels
tenants were trapped on
such unsafe bevels

what chance did they stand
in getting out of the tower
a cheap Chinese covering  
encasing their bower

deaths were assured
by faulty material
much loved ones lives
seemingly immaterial

construction standards
perished with the smoke
slack council regulations
a legislative choke

on the blank white page
the poet bears
his soul
emotions spill
the hardships
joys
and heartaches
told
we gain an insight
by reading
his narrative
his words
proliferate our minds
with his explanatory lines
the poet's ink
is indelible on the page
of his life experiences
we engage

All of our politicians are a blight on our society
These self important people do possess a lack luster glow
Governing for themselves is their number one priority
Telling porkies is the way that their rhetoric doth flow

It is our misfortune to have so many of them in our halls of power
We're paying them a fortune for mismanaging government biz
Not a one of these pollies are worth a left or right bower
They should be thrown out of our parliaments and into a tizz

We're heartily sick of the whole lot of them
As they do so leave us with a feeling of contempt
Not to forget our coughs indigestion or phlegm
We so wish they were from our taxes exempt

If only we could do without this undesirable lot
Our countries would most assuredly be less on the ill side
They have a reputation as bad as a staining ink spot
And we'd be only too happy to toss them all well aside

Moaning and whinging will not relieve the constant bane
We've got to take things into our own hands
We cannot endure anymore of their burdensome strain
Government benches would be better off being rid of these bands

Acquiring a repellent to spray on them is one of my notions
Then we can relax knowing that they'll no more blight us
These thoughts are just me musing on a few suggestions
I'll leave you all to ruminate on this poetic piece thus

that man shall not be
speaking to me again
his rudeness of manner
is too much to sustain

my inquiry he didn't
see fit to reply to
so I've blocked him
as one is entitled too

no more shall he
be hearing from me
his disrespectful air
really bugged me

Why don't more Aussies go and give blood
It's all very easy there's never a flood
Of life giving fluid always it's short
And as all will know life can't be bought

In other parts of the world to-day
There are some folk who bleed for their pay
It's got to be much better our way
So let's keep it free forever to stay

A pint's all you give for some poor ill soul
The feeling you get is like kicking a goal
They'll test you too for all manner of sin
And that too is free each way it's a win

When all is done you'll lie around for a while
With biscuits and tea fruit juice and a smile
A stick you'll get to whack on your car
A white bandage too to show what you are

A donor of blood it's said you are special
To give of yourself and not take a shekel
Pleased be with yourself and all will admire
The giver of blood let no life expire

blood
oxygen carrier
coursing the veins
we need it's supply
red

well may you say isn't
that word a high-falutin one
only those of a bombastic nature
would give it a grandiose run

this morn the azure sheet skies
preside o'er the bush landscape
everything so well draped
in bluest of cape

the sky is as blue as blue can be
it is as blue as the blue blue sea
with so much blue being on show
the eyes are dazzled by its glow

vivid blushes of cerise
painted the morn's waking dawn
they served as a portent
to the coming rains

I'm a boogie girl
a boogie girl I am
I just love to boogie
as I'm an avid fan

if I were without boogie
what would the sum of me be
cause boogie, boogie, boogie
turns my essential key

wow, wow, wee
boogie is such glee
wow, wow, wee
I'm in totally ecstasy

yeah!
I'm a boogie girl
a boogie girl I am
I  just love to boogie
as I'm an avid fan

My parents marital bed, twas very plentiful
Seeds of love did sprout, they were bountiful

Eleven babes were born, one short of a dozen
Fecundity they could tout, a tally so bountiful

A brood of progeny, fertile twas their pairing  
Ever a large brood about, an abode bountiful

Each of the children, bringing a festival of mirth
Growing in nurture devout, truly quite bountiful

An endowment of pride, from a loving couple
A clan which did spout, of gifts most bountiful

vast areas of the terrain
bore witness to man's axes
trees were chopped down
the birds and bats so bereft
their branch homes destroyed

breaking blue hue
presides o'er the bush to-day
breaking blue hue
all plots of azure retinue
adorning brightly in array
a perfect color to display
breaking blue hue

George Bush Junior
didn't like broccoli
for the taste of it
made his taste buds cry
oh why oh why
must we endure
the taste of broccoli

on a wind swept dune
an Arab took his revenge
by snapping the straw

as he did bow it
saying **** my desert ship
can't carry silken cloth

that's ruined trading
because the camel's brittle back
is out of action

the tale's anecdote
an overloaded vessel
buggers business