the Manly team racked up a big score by half time
they executed play with the brilliance of prime
Parramatta couldn't register one single point
their brand of league not of the try or goal anoint

when play resumed for the second half's concluding session
it was clear that the Manly Eagles would lead the procession
the Parramatta Eels were lacking game commitment
they needed possession of the ball's vital equipment

penalties and mistakes bought Parramatta dismay
of their play there'd be no hip hip hooray
the final tally showed Manly's field advantage
which was to the loser's woeful disadvantage

organizations or persons
of philanthropic bent
can assist the Hello Poetry site
by donating five thousand dollars
for a mobile app's content

as the members of this literary forum
aren't millionaires
there is a need to fund
the app's affairs

it is hoped that lovers of written art
can give a bountiful hand
their valuable contributions
could easily cover five grand

now that the seeking call
has been placed online
may donors soon flood in
with a veritable gold mine

one hundred percent
is an ideal quota
there's perfection
in the quota

that's
the
quota
all
gals
so
love
on
guy­s
giving
one
hundred
percent
of
their
love

no other quota
will suffice
it's got to be
one hundred percent
that quota
is so nice

why give
forty percent
why give
sixty percent
always make it
one hundred percent

it's a simple maths equation
one and one
equals a well entwined two
and it only happens
when one hundred percent
ensues

he has a penchant
for tinkering with stuff
if given half the chance
he'd tinker with his navel fluff

I've seen him tinkering
with working order stuff
that doesn't need any tinkering
put upon its cuff

some while back he
decided to have a tinker
with a room partition at the hall
and as a result of his
non essential tinkering
down came the east facing wall

tinkering is an occupation
of the tampering ******
unnecessarily touching stuff
with an interfering fiddle

few eyes took a look
few eyes took a look
they weren't inclined to view
they weren't inclined to view
eyes weren't inclined to look
they few took a view

last week many would stare
last week many would stare
at what was there to see
at what was there to see
many would see last week
what was there to stare at

optics will become tense
optics will become tense
focusing on a thing
focusing on a thing
optics focusing on a thing
will become tense

few eyes took a look
at what was there to see
focusing on a thing
last week many would stare
optics will become tense
they weren't inclined to view

there once was a man named Ben
who couldn't fulfil his lifelong yen
to sail into an exotic bay
where lofty palms breezily sway
desire's den was not fated then

of times long
ago
Persian poets did write
along the Euphrates River
flow
where a shimmering sun
put atop its waters
a glimmering
glow

since these ancient
days
many a poet has scribe verse
beside other river
lays
Shakespeare thinking of an Avon love
who caught his thoughts
in such deeply abiding
ways

Boney M's lyrical
composition
by the Rivers of Babylon
is a modern
adaptation  
of the writers eternal feel
for a river streaming
wordage of
inspiration

a mystery to fathom in a famous frame
smiling from canvas with story to tell
oh lady of the portrait oh lady of fame
the painter captured your face so well
those who study art ponder and ruminate
on the enigmatic pose that doth beguile
no brush strokes conveying your mind state
angles inspected of daubed profile
yet the secret stays ever concealed
baffling them all with slightly turned lip
nothing of the puzzle being so revealed
closeted away in an artist's dip
Leonardo da Vinci yielded scant insight
on masterfully shading the subject's light

the puppet man
the puppet man

pulls on the prompting
strings
he makes good use of the
things
them dolls answering to his
rings
how well he handles the
strings

the puppet man
the puppet man

oh yeah he's got a tight
*****
influencing what the dolls do on his
pew
all of them dancing along in
review
ever he'll call with the strong
*****

the puppet man
the puppet man

manipulating the dolls every which
way
he has them co-opted by his
sway
coercive the show's tugging
display
so he'll obtain his own
way

the puppet man
the puppet man

a
stellar
hotshot
all
the
dolls
working
for
his
spot

women the world over have been assigned
a special day by the United Nations
we're all acquainted with these wonderful
individuals in our populations

they come from countries
diverse in culture
and are fecund in their
nature

some being in the fields of
science
education
and
economics
contributing
to
the
world's
dynamics

whilst other are in the fields of
arts
writing
and
entertainment
giving
unto
the
world
much
enjoyment

WOMEN BELIEVING
THAT ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE
WOMEN ACHIEVING
THE IMPOSSIBLE

now to conclude with some athlete's names
they've participated in the Olympic Games
both of them world track and field competitors
Marjorie Jackson and Kathy Freeman female victors

said the poultry producer
under his breath
the henhouse must always
be safe
so I'll enlist that friendly
bushy tailed fox
to keep watch over
my chicken's chafe

on returning to the farm
everything was so silent
no clucking could be heard
anywhere in the resident

but red feathers were scattered
around the cedar wood barn
and many drops of blood
had stained the wire's yarn

it was evident that a fight
to the death took place
and his prized hens were
shown not an iota of grace

there's a moral to the story
never leave a fox on guard
for he'll massacre all
the fowls within the farm's yard

and the long season of pure luck faded
they didn't foresee the jackpots end by date
the fortune was so ominously shaded
bravo's time period did quickly abate
how a quirky wheel of providence can change
rarely does it track in the one pathway
card turns are so bewilderingly strange  
when placing wagers there'll be a loss day
expecting the winning streak to endure
tis of they who know nothing of betting
there's always a chance in being insecure
sure things do morph to an adverse setting
gambling pundits are the odd taker's guide
they've a good ken which assess flow of tide

the trollometer
is a reliable
apparatus
how well it gauges
the trolling
status

of great accuracy
the needle it
employs
which locates
any untoward
ploys

trolls can pop up
wearing a plethora of
faces
theirs is the playing
of copious
aces

the trollometer
never gets its readings
wrong
the inventor's guarantee
is of a precise
prong

fellows of the world poet writer's cohort
didst so receive a poseur's chiding note
the tenor of it, of know it all dote
many were not verily happy with his report
figures of speech and tone the main drift
to swallow them down became really hard
insolent he in rubbishing their yard
of one who owns not the poetic word's gift
few saw any credence to his provoking
they took exception and didst do a flip
none of what was opined hit the mark
as if he had felt like some fire stoking
this type of character we'll give a slip
how dare he light such an affronting spark

a storm is brewing
over Baker's creek
and the sound of the
thunder is less than meek

streaks of lightning
have hit the tall gum trees
and scattered all of
the small native bush bees

grim grey tones have
replaced the sunlight
the tempest is ensuing
with all of its might

out of the full clouds
the rain now generously falls
rolling thunder echoes
through the westerly squalls

on the bare hillsides
the dampness soaks in
giving the soil a good
drenching to the skin

the dusty tracks
laden with wetness
which leaves a smell
of sweet earthiness

the storm has passed
and quietness descended
it is making its way
across the Clerkness wends

then it shall journey
along the eastern range pine
until its resounds arrive  
over the acqua blue coastline

coiled together
a pair of corrupt serpents
to impair virtue

the eye perceives
much of the vile two's badness
hissing around here

they're well entrenched
within our locale's dwelling
doing as they please

she wouldst collect
personal details on her slate
she wouldst collect
then transfer them onto his sect
these items of the private plate
used in ruining good folks fate
she wouldst collect

the site is a domain
of inaction
not giving a *******
a lifetime ban
instead it's using
the soft option
of account suspension

the law says
that online child
violation
and
exploitation
are criminal acts

and to think the poet forum
has allowed
a
*******
in
so he can procure
young ones
for his
carnal sin

it could be said
that the site
is
complicit
by
association

other sites wouldn't
be a-party
to such
a
perverse
crime

he wasn't a happy chappy
at having to share the one
stage
with two acts which were
more accomplished of
page

how brilliantly they did
spill the writing
ink
each line of the finest
ever quality
mink

of rage he felt on seeing
their pieces of
prose
a palpable anger built
inside his irritated
nose

the cronies launched
an ousting
attest
at the talentless ones
resentful
request

he won but the victory
was an absolute
disgrace
nowadays there's only
his dullness filling the
place

atop the apex
is a most precarious point
to be stationed

the slightest tremor
can topple down the tip's vantage
engineers know this

yet some will insist
on being seated trickily there
clinging to the edge

like inane humpty dumpty
setting himself well up for
an inglorious fall

the word reciprocation
died of an unnatural death
it so required an in kind
responsive breath*

too few understood
the dire straits it was in
not ever being returned
mutual oxygen's kin

as a consequence of the term
never receiving air
there ended the life
of its courteous fair

the coroner's dictionary
apportioned blame
at the feet of they who
*knew not the name

love is the sweetest seed
you'll ever plant in a heart
to make it enduringly flourish
tend it well from the start

love's blossom shall grow
into a beautiful array
an exquisite rouge rose
cherished for its display

Valentine the perpetual
gardener of endearedness
cares with a loving touch
profound in true closeness

the place could do
with a dose of castor
*oil
to purge it of the things
that so
spoil

first and foremost
there's the
trolls
who are always acting
like sinister
dolls

then there's perverts
approaching
teens
via unsuspecting
email
screens

lastly there's the ones
buying good
will
with a webmaster
allowing the
drill

a bowel needs not
to be in
distress
hence pukka's cleaning
out the irking
*mess

they're situated in a heaven
more commonly known
as the trolling estate
at this infamous piece of property
they dream up
an inordinate
amount of quasi accounts
which they use in an
alternate fashion
to harass and outrageously torment
they who hold but one
solo account

these ego driven allotments
aren't worthy of due
consideration
we should on them be showering
the language of severest
condemnation

it is very clear to see
that the trolls have little to do
with their ever vacuous
time
but sit at a computer screen
and bedevil the poet community
like an unconscionable
chime

they rear their multiple heads
to habitually
******
in such an unstately
manner of
zest

she wove a picture of glory with her hand
each thread showing the colours of nature
to behold its fine attributes was grand
all of the features making for rapture
her vista truly astounding to sight
blue of sky stretching over the terrain
pristine snows covering mountains of height
red soils spanning across the open plain
so splendidly embroidered our globe
with hues of green in the vegetation
floral shades deftly sewn through a robe
the wondrous exhibit of prime creation  
our planet possesses remarkable tints
she is an asset of such divine glints

on getting a scent
of the almighty dollar bill
the aroma it gave off
did so perfectly thrill

smelling a bigger ***
would better excite
for the nose is open
to that kind of invite

inhaling currency
switched him on fast
it smacked like
a power packing blast

and he'd follow the blood
hound's perceptive sniff
to where ever there would
be a profitable whiff

for sure and certain
his probing conk
will be out sensing
the huge money plonk

emblazoned on the gang's coat of arms
was the following logo
we fight without any principles
for we are of the very low

***** tactic achieve our ends
and we take pride
in the way we trample all over
the much politer tends

stray not into the areas
that we patrol and control
as our thuggery will
hammer a robust toll

our triumphs are legendary
across many a land
we've a history in employing
the grubbiest hand

one qualification which is essential
when joining our accord
that's to be a bandit capable
of playing the foul sword