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cradle me in your arms
never, never let me go
lull me in your embrace
until forevermore

tenderly hold me
in the darkness of the night
let your arms tell me
everything is alright

in your arms
I feel secure
from harm

in your arms
I'll not feel
one little qualm

cradle me in your arms
never, never let me go
lull me in your embrace
until forevermore
if
anyone
wants
a
******
verse
written
just
call
me
my
talents
at
writing
crap
are
extraordinary
on the table sat
a lone cream bun
everyone at the party
did of it shun

they were cautious
not to be tempted by it
as it contained
a huge cholesterol hit

the attendees
at the party
were a health conscious crew
and didn't wish
to be caught up
in an arterial  blocking slew

so the bun
ne'er got eaten
a mold grew on it
as all those
at the party
wanted their hearts
to stay ever fit

but exercising
a little moderation
in what is ingested into the tummy
would have allowed
a little cholesterol
which is ever so yummy

how sad the party day
was for the cream bun
everyone felt the need
to exclude its tasty fun
the creation of my verses
is quite simple
as soon as an idea pops
into my cranial cavity
I get my pen scribing
rather quickly
for if I think too long
before I commencing writing
the notion I have in mind
is sure to escape
once that pop
comes into being
I  immediately start composing
a piece of poetry
on seeing what got posted on paper
Joe saw that it was not of the true form
in the piece lay an inept uniform
this being so noted by the pro-draper
of such structure he knew a great amount
his years of experience were so well known
as exhibited in what he'd long shown
everything had to have the exact count
they who didn't present it in correct light
could expect a failure mark from his pen
nothing imprecise was given a pass
that would be his low score displaying might
they'd need the thoroughness of apt ken
when submitting for a crediting mass
Trump defied all the odds
in the Presidential race
pundits and polls wrote off
his winner's face

but his tenure in the job
isn't an iron clad guarantee
if he doesn't serve the people
with the highest degree

they've taken a chance
on making him the big chief
and he must give of his best
for that's written in the brief

the American populous
are hoping he'll succeed
by showing a capacity
to be faithful to their creed
before dawn this Friday morn
hundreds of flying foxes
returned to their tree roosts
along the creek's banks
in the annals of cricket
those of greatness get a mention
for what they've achieved on the wicket
these men stand head and shoulder
above the rest
their contribution
to the game
has
been written as the best
three men have inspired
younger players
in their homelands
they've accomplished
much on wickets
throughout the many cricket playing
lands

Steven Waugh(Australian Captain)
the master strategist
who had a captain's mind
replete with brilliant tactics
when he took to the pitch
the opposition teams
would quiver in their
collective boots
field placement  
over deliveries
the weather conditions
all of these factors
actuated in his mind
so he could
bring an innings
of a notable kind

Sachin Tendulkar (Indian Batsman)
the king of the blade
who none can equal
in test matches
his cuts and cover drives
were worthy of an epic prequel
his style with the bat
twas magic to see
he had a prowess
of majesty

Vivian Richard (West Indies All Rounder)
he was never phased
he held his nerve
with the bat or the ball
a tradesman
who fielded what ever came at him
and in his relaxed style
chewed on a piece of gum
and demolish
the bails
with a Caribbean hum

cricket's hall of fame
that 22 yard pitch
where three greatest of the game
performances  
did of fans
ever bewitch
the sport of cricket
is no longer a clean game
bribes and corruption
have dowsed it in shame

***** money has walked
onto the cricket pitch
and it does so give
the sporting pundits a severe stitch

ball tampering by the players
and umpires being paid off
these disrespectful actions
causing cricket lovers to fulsomely scoff

the game of cricket has been
so badly sullied over the past few years
and it does so make the fans
feel less incline to cheer

cricket has a grubby tarnish
upon it these days
the ICC should be disinfecting
the game's wicked ways

devotees of cricket are not
a happy lot
they are waiting for the wicket
to be cleansed of all the ***** rot
a
chap
at
a
poetry
site
asked
a
poetess
to
send
him
her
silk
*******
well
his
request
didn't
go
down
too
well
she
was
shocked
by
the
audaciousness
of
him
wanting
her
tail
coverings
the
thought
did
cross
her
mind
that
he
was
of
the
cross-dressing
kind
the township's roosters
crowed this morn
they crowed
well before dawn

their crowing rang
in the air
like a noisy
county fair

the township arose
from its rest
at the rooster's
crowing behest
too much interference
has been extensively run
by those who hold
the kingmaker's gun

as a consequence
of this kind of thing
the democratic process
is under a clouded ring

the flow of votes
which were meant
for the out in front candidate
got subverted somewhere
in the ballot box's victory pate

foreign countries meddling
with other country's domestic autonomy
so the results of elections
will satisfy their sovereignty

transgressors are employing
their technics from nations far away
to determine who'll wear
a crowning array
the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise

crucified
crucified
by the venom of a viper's bite
crucified
crucified
there wasn't any scrap of respite
crucified
crucified
in a rancorous mean spite

the pack of detractors
wanted the dyad beaten down
so they served up a caustic vitriol
to claim an undeserved crown

crucified
crucified
savage the meter's punishment
crucified
crucified
ever vile this scathing torment
crucified
crucified
none being fair in treatment

the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise
NB: I've used the poetic device of repetition in the piece.
mere crumbs
to offer
not a decent
feed
take the crumbs
elsewhere
as they'll
be received
more graciously
the poor fellow
got his nuts
overly crushed
in the nut crusher
on Christmas day
they were well crushed
in a mangled sort of way
he was so distraught
at having his Walnuts
too well crushed
and his face was so flushed
had he of not
put so much muscle
into his crusher
his Walnuts
would have been
less crushed
cutting southerly winds blow
their cold blades slicing through
unto the bone's jelly marrow
chilling the very core
settlers came to the frontier lands
holding guns in their seizing hands
the tribal people's tears and blood
fell on the earth in a torrential flood*

they'd been dispossessed of terrain
so lasting was the anguishing pain
their ancient grounds ceded away
to the occupier's colonizing sway

the Indians of the vast Dakota plains
had a culture under great strains
the foot-print put down by forebears
was nearly lost like the brown bears

yet the spirit of the tribes still survive
in their ancestral territory it's alive
they've a heritage enduring of flow
*which is seen in the sun's risen glow
On canvas God's image is obscured
A casual eye may not be secured
In the middle ground and to right side
A hooded figure the artist did paint
Within his composition it is faint
In center foreground a telephone sits
E'er taking the viewer's sighting wits
At back of picture greyish blocks preside
A dab hand with oils and of brush daubing
His canvas is a work most absorbing
In lake scene God's presence is reflected
Of the divine a common Dali theme
To grasp the meaning of his color scheme
The artist's intrigue must be inspected
#artist  #canvas  #theme
da man
ain't been here for some*
while
da man
has a vanishing
profile

da man
last sighted early last
year
da man
why did he
disappear

da man
don't want to be
found
da man
went well
underground

da man
not marking his foot-print
trace
da man
might be in a hiding
place

da man
ran away without any
excuse
da man
is now a virtual
recluse

da man
leaving no new
address
da man
making us all
*
guess
it keeps him awake
night after night
few hours of sleep
does he quietly receive
it interjects into his
mind most unexpected
rousing him from
the land of slumber

ever
he bears the weight
ever
the tonnage remains
ever
unsettling his thoughts

there's no escaping the past
it's a persistent thing
he wrestles with guilt
and the grip cannot be unshackled
nor be readily unlaced

it rises during the night
in provocative ****
this be his damning load
swans and swanettes
all clamoured to dance
with the cygnet's undesirable
admission's prance

they didn't know that this male
was such a bragging exposure
and would strip their secrets
leaving them without composure

a waltzing of blackmail
was called in his revelation
the lovely feathered ones
trust divulged as intimidation

they only saw the charade
of this not so perfect ballroom chap
who'd tell all if they were unwilling
to twirl on his spin's tap

in fear lived the honeys    
of his fox trotting troupe
as their private steps
would be made an open coupe
there's a vibe in the joint, something is going down
there's a vibe in the joint, something is going down
the ringmaster marshals his mates, one senses the current
the ringmaster marshals his mates, one senses the current
something is going down, the ringmaster marshals his mates
there's a vibe in the joint, one senses the current

a head on a plate is sought, when will the strike come
a head on a plate is sought, when will the strike come
the reckoner does his sums, he's staying ever ready
the reckoner does his sums, he's staying ever ready
he's staying ever ready, a head on a plate is sought
when will the strike come, the reckoner does his sums

of a foot fleet the target is, dancing at all times
of a foot fleet the target is, dancing at all times
reel by reel the action plays, tis most eventful
reel by reel the action plays, tis most eventful
reel by reel the action plays, dancing at all times
of a foot fleet the target is, tis most eventful

when will the strike come, there's a vibe in the joint
the ringmaster marshals his mates, one senses a current
of a foot fleet the target is, tis most eventful
the reckoner does his sums, a head on a plate is sought
something is going down, reel by reel the action plays
he's staying ever ready, dancing at all times
dancing
to that fab beat
doing all the moves
silver strobe light spinning around
the guys and chicks getting well in the groove
disco fever on the turn table
the floor an inferno
having a ball
dancing
puritans hath been saying
that Dan stepped over the line
by using an expletive
which was not attractive nor fine

by Dan employing
that particular form of phrase
he was attempting to give
the poem a brighter glaze

whatever device of poetry
Dan needs to put in place
is okay if it doesn't cause
him a scintilla of disgrace

those who are pulling Dan
to pieces for his specifics
may need to look at their
out dated type of linguistics

for goodness sake
stop giving Dan a grilling
as he's only doing his best
to make his verses more thrilling
darling
the night is young
and we've a lot
of loving to do
so come
hold me close
until the morning light
ensues

darling
we've the rest
of our lives
to enmesh
in each others arm
our worlds
shall collide
in a cluster
of celestial charms

darling
our dulcet garden
of everlasting
dreams
shall be a glorious
togetherness
singing in
a gurgling stream

darling
you've painted
a lovely scene
in the chamber
of my heart
may we e'er remain
entwined
in love's
beautiful art
did you hear the one
about the ******
she's had more ****** in her
than a second hand dart board
soon daylight savings
will come to an
end
then our clocks can resume
their normal time's
trend

for six months of the year
we're subjected to more
light
when we'd rather be gaining an
hour in the black pitch of
night

the day of changing our clocks
isn't far
away
as we reverse the small hand back
the other
way
day's open fold
reveals an orb of bright shining
day's open fold
arising attired in gold
emerging out of night's lining
to exhibit her sun's climbing
day's open fold
decisive defense
derailed the dictator's
dreams of dominance
much money is to be made
it's a lucrative trade
this industry does quite well
its daily profits do swell

much sough after is the hardware
buyers seek it here and there
the deals for these goods
affect the world's many neighborhoods

hear the jets flying overhead
their payloads of bombs
the women and children dread

rifles killing people by the score
in all areas
of the Middle Eastern corridor

men in suits sit comfortably
they're selling vast amounts of weaponry
their kind of business deals
in all manner of fatalities

the military industrial complex
is cashing in on war
it is making billions of dollars
killing for revenue galore

each day death tolls
on our planet accrue
the arms sellers
gaining from the deadly slew
it is said
if you wait
long enough
a long held dream
will
come true
the waiting time
is
mighty lonely
no one standing
along side of you
then
out of nowhere
a love presents its self
in the most
wondrous
kind of view
the dream
is worth
the never ending wait
as you finally
embrace
your
dearest mate
there is something suspicious about you
every time I channel a wish through you
it all goes rather askew

last year when I sent you a special SOS
to tell you I wanted a nice red dress
instead of making good on my request
you supplied me with a green vest
that would have been okay for Jill
but it didn't quite fit my bill

Fair Godmother
if you don't get my wishes
straight
we'll be parting company
and there will be no debate

may this short note
be read and properly understood
make sure all my future wishes
are by you made good
Dear Mother Earth
We've done a job on your place
God won't be too happy
When he revisits the place

He'll be asking a question or two
As to why we did of you *****
He'll never forgive us for the mess we've made
Human kind won't escape his tirade

Dear Mother Earth
God created you with care in mind
But the inhabitants on your surface
Have not been too kind

We've stuffed up your orb
Which shall not please God at all
As he left you in our keeping
Until he again makes a call
all will face death
this is a certainty
there is no escape
from death's sea

we'll crumble to dust
beneath the ground
we'll be ever buried
in an earthen mound

in darkness we'll lay
for eternity
we'll not have
a light with which to see

death is permanent
death shall come
death is waiting
for everyone

at any moment
we could be called away
called away
for an infinite stay

death shall knock
at our door
it may well knock
this day upon our door

the death knell
is ringing
yes it is true
the death knell is ringing
for me and for you

no escape
no chance of a way out
the endless caravan of death
is ever about
there are long queues
of people
waiting for life saving surgeries
health budgets
aren't keeping pace
hence the death rates
are climbing
the holiday season
has just begun
and the death toll
on the roadways do stun

drivers
driving
far
too fast
for
these
maniac
drivers
the
dice
is
cast

drivers
consuming
too
much
beer
and
wine
the
outcome
for
them
is
the
end
of
the
line

drivers
taking
uppers
to
stay
awake
they're
putting
their
lives
and
others
at
stake

some forethought by drivers
who get behind the wheel
may obviate  the death statistics
which grow with zeal
in a mere moment the light of life can dim
on leaving grief weighs heavy on the shoulder
sadness pervades in feelings too grim

tragedy strikes neath an unstoppable boulder
our eyes reddened by death's weeping stain
on leaving grief weighs heavy on the shoulder

the heart's loss seeks consolation for its pain
time passes yet our memories never fade
our eyes reddened by death's weeping stain

our loved ones reposing in groves of shade
on their departure we're bereft of gleam
time passes yet our memories never fade

as we move toward the morrow's sun beam
let our sorrows be comforted by hope
on their departure we're bereft of gleam

gather to our side those who'll help us cope
let our sorrows be comforted by hope
in a mere moment the light of life can dim
sadness pervades in feelings too grim
fast forward
to the year of 2050
all countries who
adopted the net zero target
in the year 2021
became failed nation states

their industries were decimated
their jobs disappeared
their people became beggars
oh yes and extinction
did visit upon them

the fanatical believers of global warming
such as Greta Thunberg and Joe Biden and Sir David Attenborough
wrought damage untold on every society
  
and the footnote
to this tale goes like this
they administered
but a death wish
the political debate
has become rather base
female and male politicians
hurling plenty of mace around the place

the opposition leader's uncalled for tirades
tearing the Prime Minister down
and she in turn
taking a few swipes at his crown

gender politics is playing
in Parliament House these days
and little of it
makes for a respectful array

a cessation isn't on the horizon
in Canberra town
and the behavior of our politicians
is getting the constituency down

politicians of eras past
would be most discomforted
by
the present debating cast
when the old guy comes out
from behind his Covid-19
mask
will he be up to the arduous
debating
task    

some say that he shouldn't
engage in the
contest
as he'd not look like he was  
at his very
best  

if he decides to concede before the
discussion
starts
he'll spare himself from upsetting
his own apple
carts
due to speaking out of
turn
it was decided that he'd be
debarred from a periodic
churn

were he to have
not
stressed his off key views
he'd of filled the regular
slot

a non adherence of policy
will
always meet with dire consequences
like being placed in an exclusion
chill

on reflection he
sees
what statements are preferred
by the system's said
decrees
he took love's arrow out
of the quiver launching it
at she who he did revere
with deep devotion
apt at spilling forth
a load of *******
his tongue
dispenses
volumes  
of it

one wonders who
he's targeting now
more than likely
she is an unaware
and ignorant sow

over the course of time
she'll wise up to his *******  
and realize
he's so full of it

many lines of crap
he spun me
all of them were
unbelievable
in degree
this Saturday our area
will be registering a 38 degrees C
which shall be a little too hot
I'm sure you'll all agree

we'll be frying like chops
in the temperature's sear
no doubt everyone of us
will be wishing we weren't here

they'll be a rush on shady spots
out of the baking heat
few people will be sighted
on our township's streets

a pint or two of lemonade
shall be sipped to wet a dry whistle
as there will be plenty of sweaty brows
feeling the sun's scorching thistle

with the weather forecasters  
predicting a hellishly Saturday
our fans and air-con units
shall be working non stop all day
spring has finally made her entrance
blooms unfurling with colour to show
we've waited for the delayed appearance*

pinks yellows and purples on stems dance
in the warming breezes of the North's trow
spring has finally made her entrance

tiny leaves on elm branches balance
gardens now blossoming by the row
we've waited for the delayed appearance

even paddocks are flush with green stance
along the river flats they do smarty glow
spring has finally made her entrance

eyes taking more than a passing glance
the landscape tied in life's sprouting bow
we've waited for the delayed appearance

somewhat late her arrivals enhance
she adds glistering hues in pretty throw
spring has finally made her entrance
*we've waited for the delayed appearance
this morning I deleted
an important email
I wasn't properly awake
and I hit the wrong button tail
the email has gone forever
as hitting the wrong button
wasn't very clever
I shall be leaving
looking at emails
till later in the day
as if I do that
I'll be more awake
as to what I'm deleting away
I have sent an email
requesting a new email be sent
so I can view
the other parties intent
whence the dawn hour arrives
the folds of our bed shall stir
into a moist paradise
lush with love's
delectable
delights
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