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beside the slow flowing bushland creek
lay the body of a stock man who's build twas sleek
his remains were not found in eighteen ninety two
though a search for him did for days ensue

the mount he twas riding had been given a scare
by something that moved in the prickly pear
a heavy fall he took to 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 body
he found a tobacco tin in the creeks 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 later date
a brown snake moving in the prickly pear sealed his fate
a voile of thin mist
tarried over the backyard
till well after nine
 Jun 2014 Gladys P
Jack
~

Within this heart a sheltered loom
of woven dreams in ribboned faire
Where marigolds sing melodies
a soft caress your flowing hair
~
As hummingbirds ignite your smile
upon a floating shade of blue
and cherry blossoms paint the sky
in nectar worn as sweet perfume
~
I open this, my chambered soul
so you may rest in perfect ease
Beneath an arbor’s shaded bliss
to linger on a fragrant breeze
~
For deep within this garden dream,
illumined by the sun above
I pray that you will stay awhile
*to share the blooms of perfect love
I hope you like this my friend.
O drifting clouds
please awhile wait
carry seeds of my love
shower on my beloved!

She is now too far away
pining without me
wash her tears this rainy day
pour her my heart's poetry!

Tell her o clouds as you pass over
bereft her my days are arid
wilted long her last flower
now my garden is only of ****!

Carry o clouds my tears for her
soothe her with my kisses' touch
tell her though she's gone from me far
I love her as ever very much!
influenced by poet Kalidasa.
a lullaby
of soft falling drops
plays upon
the roof tops

into sleep
the eyes and mind float
to the dulcet sounds
of the rain's rocking boat

drifting into a land
of slumbering dreams
where the pitter patter
lulls one into a restful stream
who wants another Clinton
in the White House
to have another one
would be akin to a verminous mouse

when William Jefferson was there
he'd feel up the young interns
which bought a smell of *******
to the White House's ferns

now Hilary the old nag wants to be
the commander in chief
with her in the position
America would be bound for much grief

those persons in America
who've an iota of common sense
shall never let another Clinton
reside behind the White House fence

scandals aplenty are ever
trailing the Clinton name
as they've a reputation
for playing a most shameful game
tectonic plates gnashing together
volcanic activity becoming more prevalent
tsunamis flooding coastal lands
there is much volatility on the Earth

the weather seemingly out of kilter
snows falling on the summer plains
scorching hot winds affecting the tundra ice
there is much volatility on the Earth

man deploying weapons of a chemical kind
killing innocent people well away from battle lines
not thinking of the consequences his operations will cause
there is much volatility on the Earth

governments telling lies and being corrupt
politicians bringing no honor to themselves
the public is sickened by the political process
there is much volatility on the Earth

media outlets inform us daily of these events
upon our minds they make an indent
so much happening twenty four seven
there is much volatility on the Earth
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
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