where did the love go
it didn't hold on
was it too fragile
to last the distance long

the threads that held
its bond have gone awry
our love proved to be
but pie in the sky

we're now traveling
on our own separate roads
the love we once shared
somehow did implode

on the ground where late eve shadows lay
they bore an akin resemblance
to the end of the present day

on them showing their constant shay
eyes could see well in advance
on the ground where late eve shadows lay
  
across a landscape's patch of clay
these figures shall stage a performance  
to the end of the present day

as one day drifts into the next one's lambent ray
our memories will glimpse a glance  
on the ground where late eve shadows lay

a tall tree and a bird's wing doth array
forever etching these shapes of remembrance
to the end of the present day

we'll ne'er forget what the narrator didst say
whilst roaming in a silhouette's perchance  
on the ground where late eve shadows lay
to the end of the present day

a good shoulder rotation
is a must
if you'd like the ball to stay
on the driving range's crust

should a sand trap lie
in your way
make sure the chip
shot doesn't go astray  

Arnold enjoyed
a day on the course
using a nine iron
of considerable force  

the sport has captured
a president's heart
so he flies to Florida
with a caddie's cart

if you get your clubs
out
you can follow the below
par leaders about

mum always quoted
this line unto me
which was so comforting
in its consolation
"whilst ever they are running you down"
they're not on another pouring an astringent salutation

they can speak of me
as they so wish
those who are of the piranha
kettle of fish

the least I can do is let
their acrid bile liberally flow
so as another person won't sense
their toxicity of show

pour scorn and wrath
pour it on me
pour scorn and wrath
pour it in a manner free

they can **** me off at their will
twill be an honor
being in receipt of their
effusive down pours spill

an electric razor
I'll have to buy soon
as my chin is covered
in a whiskers boon

I'll be mistaken
for an old billy goat
if I don't remove
my chin's black coat

these whiskers
are a horrible adornment
they are ruining
my ****** ornament

whistle while you work that's a happy lurk
do it loud and do it long makes a fun of work
music with a melody catchy bright and light
start on it tomorrow morn practice it tonight

it used to be such commonplace at work to hear a whistle
and a song or three sung out but now seems a thistle
must be stuck in every boot and sock and foot and shoe
causing pain and muttering that's all we hear it's true

so whistle while you work or hum a little tune
or burst forth and gustily with vocals fill the room
at first you'll get odd looks or two but soon you'll have them all
singing humming whistling at work they'll have a ball

upon this morning's topaz blue parchment
an artist has been working with white paint*
his picture brings the eye such enjoyment
a thin smear he's applied so very faint
to the long wispy tails which are flicking
behind them the fuller ones of contrast
they have scalloped edges on their ticking
all of these abstract shapes moving fast
daubing a light pink shade on quite a few
which hover over the river's slow flow
as yet he's not finished with his view
on the east hills a hint of sun does show
quite a canvas he's composed to-day
*in the sky is his brush's vista display

he
departed
from
his
homeland
and
went
venturing
over
the
oceans
grand

he
landed
upon
a foreign
shore
whereupon
he
instigated
the
sorrows
of
war

the
natives
numbers
were
whittled
down
and
they
lost
their
empire's
crown

the
story
may
be
familiar
to
you
and
if
I
say
conquistador
it'll
be
a
vital
clue

the
motherland
of
Spain
gave
birth
to
him
the
expoditioner
of
acts
that
were
so
grim

he's in the news
practically every day
for the things he'll
unthinkingly say

often he's seen signing
a managerial piece of paper
which is very important
in its draper

the heads of other
nations
aren't fond of his
aggravations

the word great tumbles
out of his gob
within every sentence
that word he'll lob

when he finally
moves off the stage
will it be filled by
another of his gauge

due to me reaching
that post menopausal age
there's a hirsute carpet
growing on my chin's stage

a goatee  beard adorns
in such distinguishing tone
it's envy of my neighbour
Russell John Stone

over the years he's tried
to cultivate an abundant hair tress
but alas his bare cranium
has borne less and less

since my whiskers
are so prolific in sprouting
I could shave them off
for his wig's touting

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract

in the National park there is a harass of them
trotting through it's blue hued wends
their days are numbered in the park
park authorities want end to their spirited lark

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract

to sight the wild horses in full galloping step
is exhilarating and it fills one's heart with miles of pep
their hooves thundering and pelting along
to the wind's strong liberating song

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract

down the steep ravines and o'er the hills they stride
without the reins of a man holding their ranging pride
the wild horses have need of open lands to caper and race
they are a breed which must be allowed to freely pace

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to canter unchecked around its tract

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to gallop unchecked around its tract

in the Guy Fawkes National park there is a harass of them
trotting through its blue hued wends
their days are numbered in the park
park authorities want end to their spirited lark

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to gallop unchecked around its tract

to sight the wild horses in full cantering step
is exhilarating and fills one's heart with miles of pep
their hooves thundering and pelting along
to the wind's strong liberating throng

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to gallop unchecked around its tract

down the steep ravines and o'er the hills they stride
without the reins of a man holding their ranging pride
the wild horses have need of open lands to caper and pace
they are a breed which must be allowed to freely race

up in the high country the wild horses run free
they've done so for nigh on a century
not a saddle upon their backs
enabling them to gallop unchecked around its tract

he entered her realm
of enticing seduction
whereupon he discovered
a thrilling delight
there he stayed
in her delectable chamber
enjoying the fruits
which she offered him
so willingly

Vince ate a green quince
which made his tummy wince
a wincing tummy
was most disagreeable
for poor Vince

green quinces
Vince shall be leaving alone
as they cause his delicate tummy
to moan and groan

the plot to topple the crow
atop the spire's wind vane
didn't quite come off

as the crow did sense
the plotter's ploy
he recognized
their gang mentality
more than one ****
the leader had to marshal
he was gutless
with no fortitude
for a one on one
he had not a scintilla of rectitude

the crow mounted
an unexpected strike
on the leader
he swooped down
from the wind vane
and tore the leader's
eyes out
with his sharp beak
which did **** off the leader's
toppling feat

the other gang members
were as gutless too
they ran away
from the fray
they all had feet of clay

the crow then ascended
to the top of the spire
where he kept his kingship
of the wind vane

the Australian men's tennis final
will be played tonight
two veterans of the game
being the main highlight

their fantastic serving
and all court mastery on display
which has thrilled sport's lovers
for many a long day

both these men won't fail
in showing their racquet skill
over the years they've developed
a fine professional drill

Federer with his delicate
string touches down the line
and Nadal's backhand speed
hitting the ball so divine

what a great match we'll see
as they meet across the net
every point will be a fabulous
battle on that you can bet

the hours are counting down
to the contest's big game
where a conqueror shall raise
the trophy of winning name

a heavy cape of mist
hung over the rolling hills
the air twas replete
with the frostiness of winter's chills

all of the countryside
wrapped in a trembling shiver
even the rabbits and foxes
did repeatedly quiver

the setting in of the season
of protracted cold
freezing paws did clutch
with an uncharitable hold

all portions of the landscape
dead of state
the naked boughs of the trees
hung their heads in lowly gait

into a morass of tundra
which wasn't pleasantly nice
all would lay encased
in a gelid block of ice

a frozen solid mass
prevailed for a long spell
the New England region
devoid of the warming summer's knell

our honeymoon was so fabulous at the start
then our love story fell quickly apart
this terrible occurrence wasn't foreseen
but when it happened our dream lost it's sheen

as with everything in life an end did arrive
we then realized our love wouldn't survive
some said as I got older things would change
their utterances weren't so strange

here I am to-day thinking of my love
and how he got too hot for this turtle dove
I once so adored his sunniness
but the heat he exerted finished in dryness

my darling summer man now isn't in favor
I have become partial to a winter man's flavor

our honeymoon was fabulous at the start
then our love story fell quickly apart
this terrible occurrence wasn't foreseen
when it happened our dream lost its sheen

as with everything in life an end did arrive
we realized our love wouldn't survive
some said as I got older things would change
their advisories weren't so strange

here I am to-day thinking about my love
and how he got too hot for this turtle dove
I once so adored his scorching sunniness
but the heat he exerted finished in dryness

my darling summer man now isn't in favor
I've become partial to a winter man's flavor

she
is cold
we can feel
her winter breath
she chills our napes
with her gelid icy hand
we take to our warming hearths
to shelter from her frostiness
she has no charity nor any compassion
how baleful her season of bitterness

whispering breeze touching the calm
of the slumbering brine
patches of green fronds on their stems
stark against cloud white sublime

warmth from the blessed heaven above
staving off chill to the bone
stillness and peace yet undisturbed
ocean not showing a foam

island by mist gently is kissed
breaking horizon of blue
such a fine line bordering that
seen as an edge to a few

but to the eye searching and bold
adventure the call luring strong
beckoning offering that yet unknown
a wistful and sweet lilting song

sweet odor of lush green cut grass
mingling in the salt air
west of the reef gentle the tide
nurtures the sand with a care

where else a calm daily as here
far north of Queensland's east coast
between Townsville and Cairns
winter escape proving this no idle boast

be careful what you wish for
as you just might get
it
and after a while you'll certainly
regret
it

the Democrats had their wish
granted in
full
they got a dream team who were
possessed of supporter
pull  

yet now the team seems to be
falling
apart
somehow they've lost that
unity of
heart

with the relationship being on
the
rocks
how can the beleagured Democrats
recover from the
shocks  

the President and the Vice President
the much wished for
ideal
has so regretfully waned
in its
appeal

be careful what you wish for
as you just might get
it
and after a while you'll cretainly
regret
it