a sole butterfly
lightly pirouettes around
the floral garden

of an innate perception
the squawking hawk's morning cry
he felt rain within his veins
arriving by night

one can feel
a slight undercurrent
inside the institute
one senses it
in a degree
most acute

on the surface
all appears to be
sailing quite well
but there's somewhat
of an uneven
swell

one can detect
what's occurring
at the place
and usually one
is right onto
its trace

in a while
the one responsible
for unsettling the institute
will be given
an order to pack up
the manager's lute

we've had an assortment of
weather
four seasons converging
together
whence I awoke there
was a coolish
nip
with associated cloud
like winter's
grip
by noon I dressed
in a light
blouse
for the air felt similar
to a summer
rouse
late eve bought
an autumn
feel
south east winds
blew upon my worn
keel
as night approaches
the true spring
lilt
is dancing around
my trunk's
silt

will be interesting to see
what's on tomorrow's
isotherms
as the climes vary in their
statement of
terms

he bade a farewell
to the structure he'd built up
evil wouldst not go

their shadows very dark
infiltrated every nook
they'd undone it all

writers exiting
the foundations collapsed
twas a totaling

you'll sense much friction
whence the ladies come into contact
they'll show an outer courtesy
toward each other
yet be privately thinking
I'm not fond of her

there's no love lost
no not at all
between them there's
a thorny wall

the forced pleasantries
are a dead give away
it's not hard for an interpreter
to see through the display

you'll wonder
who or what?
lies in the middle
of their stance
which doesn't fail
to catch the translator's
glance

hungry for the tons of resources
that lay beneath the
ground
hungry for them and looking
to find what else can be
found

the hunger is never ending
we're consuming more and more
the hunger doesn't abate
as if there's a colossus galore

the world's population
exhausting the
endowment
the world's population
eating every crumb of
nutriment

yet the day will arrive
when our precious resources
aren't readily at hand
they'll be depleted in supply
running down to a level  
that won't service demand

too hungry the population
too hungry the  population

on the brick plant stand
a frill-necked lizard props
to bask in the sun

M-Marching together they of exclusive club
O-On this matter one has the definitive rub
N-No other individuals permitted in their hub
O-Only they who are mentioned on its stub
P-Plebs of little importance left out of the tub
O-One unto themselves not a welcoming pub*
L-Long they've operated under the private nub
*Y-Ye controlling all who present at their sub

the self promoting team
assured the servile
that they were the best
ever profile

but on the buyers being
taken in by their promotion
they discovered a falsified
promotion

the regulators heard
of the self promoter's ticket
and they weren't happy
about the deceptive wicket

they enacted a bill of law
to even up the score
by sending over zealous
self  promoters well off shore

should a promotion
sound too good to be true
there's every possibility
you've cottoned onto the clue

poet Nat
took great exception
to writers
who started poems
with the personal pronoun
I

I was of the belief
that the word I
explained
where the I person
was coming from

given that I is telling
of I's experiences
it's quite legitimate
to use any I

I think poet Nat
hasn't looked into I enough
as his critique
of I has been rather tough

I happen to like
a poem beginning in I...
and at my earliest opportunity
I'll give I a try

vivid blushes of cerise
painted the morn's waking dawn
they served as a portent
to the coming rains

the realization of numbers
descending
away
hasn't dawned in her  
mind's matter of
gray

if she doesn't wake up
from complacency's
story
there will be nowt left
on the listing's
inventory

it'll be too late when we're
all looking for a
job
due to us not having
goodly figures in the
mob

surely she can sense  
our positions are at
stake
as the total amount has
become an
earthquake

under previous heads
we've not felt
insecure
but with her holding
the reins we're in
manure

for over seven months
she's buried her
head
like the ostrich who can't
see impending
dread

it is perfectly plain
to everyone else
around
that the units have
slipped onto the
ground

she'll open the file
which will say all
absent
the last manager was
a little too
complacent

the metal within the rock
attracted great lightning zaps
on the ironstone ridge mound
streaking flashes flew

the tight swathe of fog
made a compact canopy
above the river

it lingered there
until first shards of morn's light
cut through the dense roof

living the ultimate fantasy  
on the casting couch
a reverie of carnal pleasure
there did always slouch

some of the starlets role playing
just for him
his ****** appetite at showtime
was never trim  

he'd manhandle the sweet
titillating dames
who sought parts in the next
blockbuster movie frames

Mr Weinstein's past productions
are presently getting press
not so
good
seems the gropper extraordinaire
has split from Hollywood's
dream
neighborhood

heavily laden clouds*
hang their brows over the town
*readying to unload

our sisters in poetry
aren't seen on the site's pages
do you recall them

the loveliest gals
ever welcoming of heart
our Nagi and Winn

we miss their presence
they really knew how to write
and were wonderful

breaking blue hue
presides o'er the bush to-day
breaking blue hue
all plots of azure retinue
adorning brightly in array
a perfect color to display
breaking blue hue

1

malice so gelidly plated
on the day of the parting
an old fading rose not receiving love
her bitter heart icy in grief

11

the fresher bloom captivated
his soul with an exceeding depth
a budding beauty so glorious
of splendour he'd prefer to hold

111

words exchanged between
which made for a catty scene
out came the elder woman's claws
wanting to scratch the dahlia's eyes

1V

and the allure of newer flower
he'd ever keep
as the ancient wrinkles
in time did finally creep

young lassies near and far
were subjected to looking
at his personal bar

he'd stage the exhibits
on mobile phone devices
all those groinal tid-bits

exposing his wares
in a devil may care way
of indecency to the eyes
he'd frequently flay

on a particular poetry forum
the fellow can be found
advertizing his kit bag
so unedifyingly around

a sixty year old man
would in time be
getting a nab
for putting out there
his wayward
tab

somewhere inside
the Ohio state
law authorities
will pinpoint
the repugnant gate