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 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
on the creaking
wooden pier
in the moon's
full glow
an enchanting glint
upon the kidney shaped lake
did capture his eyes so
it struck a powerful chord
within his lonely heart
it twas irresistible
a jewel of beauty so unique
in its radiant light
the whole of his soul
did steep
her tangible essence
all but made him weep
so far away
yet so close to touch  
she held him
with her astounding
elegance
as he turned
to walk back
along the pier
she took him
by the hand
and placed
a profound kiss
upon his
despondent ear
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
amid the decaying bones of love
a voracious mold grew
its coverage twas of an
aubergine hue

interred in the tomb
the lamentable strains of death
all of love's happiness
starved of breath

a nothingness resided
in this dark and dismal dwelling
all of the fulfillment drained
from love's promising shelling

in the depths of the grave
the marrow of love did diminish
it twas an awful pall for the two
to have come to such a finish

as the worms took sustenance
upon the couple's once living tissue
they did taste the bitterness
of love's residue
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
the cat has gone missing, where oh where did he go
the cat has gone missing, where oh where did he go
tis not his style to take off, he's a home-body
tis not his style to take off, he's a home-body
where oh where did he go, tis not his style to take off
he's a home-body, the cat has gone missing

could he be in a tree, sussing out a bird
could he be in a tree, sussing out a bird
what is he up to, one must go looking for him
what is he up to, one must go looking for him
what is he up to, could he be in a tree
sussing out a bird, one must go looking for him

**** never ventures far, I hope he'll return
**** never ventures far, I hope he'll return
Mr Webb may have sighted him, during the day
Mr Webb may have sighted him, during the day
I hope he'll return, during the day
**** never ventures far, Mr Webb may have sighted him

the cat has gone missing, one must go looking for him
where oh where did he go, could he be in a tree
**** never ventures far, tis not his style to take off
Mr Webb may have sighted him, sussing out a bird
I hope he'll return, during the day
he's a home-body, what is he up to
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
of a lengthy discourse
he did verily imbibe
twas truly a prolonged
kind of scribe

a succinct version
he could have easily writ  
to convey the meaningfulness
of the message he wanted to knit

ever did the wordage
keep on continually rolling
there twas little or no break
from the tiring scrolling

on and on
and well beyond
oh how he delighted in holding us
with his infinite bond

some pruning and trimming
twas needed on his expansive stanzas
as the dashed things
were growing like ivy bonanzas

nowt did stop him
he pursued an exhausting trail
without reigning in its
million mile grail

the reading journey he took us on
did stretch out
of that there is most certainly
no doubt

his next installment
twill be another extended sound byte
one which will linger
unto the late hours of night

one awaits to sight and marvel
with much anticipation
at him displaying
his protracted dissertation
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
the Boxing Day test cricket match
has just begun
with the Indian bowlers
out to stymie the Australian's run

they'll be keeping
their cherry ball deliveries tight
so the lads from Oz
don't get any easy flight

on the wicket there will be
a momentous Waterloo battle
the Indian side shall need
all of its line and length chattel

no loose ***** going awry
into the four's ditch
they'll have to be spot on
when sailing down the pitch

in the first session of play
India can't afford one mistake
or their teams shall be left
in the Aussie team's shattering wake

as the innings progresses
throughout the day
the Australian side
will surely be making hay

the pride of both cricketing nations
is at stake on the MCG
those vying to win the spoils of the test
shall require a flawless key

runs aplenty are on offer on the pitch
for the Aussie boys
so the Indian bowlers must forestall
their batting ploys
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
Tamworth is the Country Music Capital
which is located in the state of New South Wales
and in the month of January
all of its streets fill with musical tales

Mr Kenny Rogers that American great
shall be featuring
he'll be singing ballads for the crowds
who of him are so adoring

those Nashville record producers
could find lots of talent down under
it is recommended they hop aboard a jet
to check out our Aussie thunder

this festival of twanging guitars
and fine singers must be seen
so we're inviting all devotees to gather
with us for an eyeballing glean

in January the city of Tamworth
plays open house for a fortnight  
all comers will heartily enjoy
the atmosphere of its tonal light

Keith Urban twas unearthed
by those in the recording industry
stetson wearing promoters caught onto
his bankable brand of country
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
the suggestion box
at bottom of right screen
is one which prompts
a writer to closely glean

it tells of those all important
trending hashtags
which a poem requires
amid its valley crags  

on more than a few occasions
I've tried using them
without a successful
trend being sewn into my hem

a veritable ship load  
of my poems have sunk
as they haven't grooved
with the hashtag funk

there is something
not right with my word mix
maybe it is in need
of a trend setting fix

this very day I perused
the charts for a hashtag
which would stow
a trending item in my bag
#hashtags  #trending  #humor
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
the fountain of poetry
e'er threatens to dry up
yet the inspirational words of Beryl Dov Lew
re-supplied my dwindling cup

with his advice duly given
my expression's reservoir fills to capacity
in a most generous
flow of endless verbosity

had he of not encouraged me
to keep the pen's ink spilling
my Hello Poetry pages
would be empty of shilling

with a mentor of Beryl's calibre
positively re-invigorating my oft dry fountain  
I am ever assured of a verse
brimming unto the highest mountain
#inspiration  #mentor  #fountain
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
due to the lack of word power
this very Sunday
I shall not be putting
on a high octane display

if a spark of inspiration
comes to me tonight
perchance I'll write
a verse or two of delight

my quill hath no vim
within its dull nib
which can offer up
a stanza to the crib

in deep contemplation
my mind doth sink
to find something that will
give the page a pinkish ink

whence my poetic form
returns from its absence
there will be verbiage
burgeoning over the fence
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
Of fake love a woman won't accept, she requires a genuine intent
The true heart will obtain her rapport, lasting is its thatch of intent

Oft the so called chivalrous knight, rides into a woman's soul
Yet he has nowt to offer, within him there's implausible intent

A false illusion he portrays, this stage act is the one that he'll play
The mislead lady so distraught, on recognizing the ill of his intent

Bespeaking love's honor, can only be voiced by a gentleman
He'll always have a princess by his side, this be kosher in intent

A man who practices fraud, shall never abide in a lady's fondness  
Of a duper's treachery, there is but the ides of ruinous intent
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
beside the slow flowing
bush-land creek
lay the body of a stock-man
whose body twas sleek

his remains were not found
in eighteen ninety two
though the search for him
did for days ensue

the mount he was riding
had been given a scare
by something that moved
in the prickly pear

a heavy fall he took
on the hardened soil
where his head bled
in a torrential scarlet coil

on the sixteenth of May
in nineteen eighty three
a bush walker stumbled upon
the stock-man's skeletal body

he found a tobacco tin
in the creek's silted dirt
along with the remnants
of his trousers and shirt

for years his family had waited
to hear good news
that he'd been discovered
within the bush-land's muse

but of his passing they were told
at a far later date
a brown snake moving
in the prickly pear sealed his fate
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
gyrating
to and fro
hypnotic
mesmeric
her hips did move
men were lured
into her pelvic groove
the spangling sequins
on her costume
shimmered
in their most desirous eyes
how they all
aspired
to
dance
in her tantalizing field
a scorching heat
she did produce
which generated
a furnace of ardency
in a smoke filled bar
on ninth avenue
men did feast
upon her sultry menu
#dance  #desire  #ardency
 Dec 2014
Elizabeth Squires
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
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