there's a mafia don
operating on the verse's patch
if anyone ticks him off
the eraser does a fast dispatch*

you'll be completely rubbed out
with an instantaneous flick
by his quick 48 revolver's
rapid fire trigger click

the Sicilian mobster
is a regular Al Capone
clearing they who ******
at his most tactile bone

Luigi strikes fear on
issuing a list of target dots
which so irritate him in
*the imprecise spots

the epidemic of trolling
is spreading fast
at another poetry site
some writers are in this cast

administrators have got
a massive job ahead
weeding out those who've
coughed on its bread

the purging process
is all for the good
as this disease can't stay*
in the neighborhood

a temporary closure
notice was posted to-day
to let members know
of the trolls awful play

when the cleansing op
has been finalized
the gates of the forum
*shall be fully sterilized

a notion came to his fanciful mind
as he sat thinking of greater greatness
all thought focusing on power's vast rind
he tried to conquer without meekness
the arm twisting method so enlisted
by he who sort an emperor's repute
though his strategy's weren't humbly misted
people on the fringe saw him being destitute
he was living in delusion's kingdom
everyone captivated only with him
yet his head-space poorly needed wisdom
folks awakened to the grandiose trim
an idea of much glory he didn't attain
for there was an arrogance in his brain

stealing other poet's poems
is so rampant and rife
looters will attest to the works
being of their original life*

with a swag of online poetry sites
used by plagiarists plundering
no poet's heart and soul efforts
are dismissed from the sundering

pilfers of verse ever busy themselves
they're such industrious thieving elves

should they take a fond liking
for what you've written
they'll stow your wonderful lines
in a crook's mitten

copyright and true possession
of materials you've produced
get no attention from they who've
a penchant for something re-produced

under our radar they
do the wicked deed
could be said they are
*so unethical of creed

he was to his brethren of fellow poets
more than disrespectful and rude
shouting from the rooftops that they
were wannabes of the written altitude

since all is known by he
in regards to poetic expression
maybe he could enlighten
the wannabes with a masterclass session

wannabes might then
enhance their penning measures
like he who has a chest full
of expert treasures

impoliteness toward his poet kin
seems to be something he revels in
the self appointed judge of wannabes
is so erudite with his uncalled for pillories

as the Indian pitches
are always spin prepared
few batsmen ever
get well spared

the bowler's turn
of the ball does the trick
there is that out sound
in the bat's snick

Aussie selectors must be
aware of a slow delivery
when they name the team
who'll carry the livery

quicks are a dead loss
on the subcontinent
time and again this
has been so consistent

if we want to win
a test series on Indian soil
we can't let our eleven
be sent there to boil

the wicket has constantly
favored wrists and fingers
so we don't require
fast stinging zingers

her one and only claim to fame*
was not a reputable asset
indeed it bought upon her shame

around the ears we weren't wet
accounts galore she'd create
was not a reputable asset

she e'en had some on a sleeper plate
the guises used didn't fool a bit
accounts galore she'd create

why the need for many an outfit?
multiple costumes being worn
the guises didn't fool a bit

ever other identities were born
writing under trillions of naming tags
multiple costumes being worn

but viewers were wise to her wags
writing under a trillion naming tags
her one and only claim to fame
*indeed it bought upon her shame

on being favoured he had
an immense desire
to be numero uno with
everyone lit his fire
the unabated chase
in wanting a selfish admire
yet he got bogged down
by his messy quagmire

after some while supporters
deserted his camp
for they'd no longer be
a reliable rubber stamp
all the cheerleaders took
away his resolute ramp
there he was left as
a failed starring champ*

the bright spotlight didn't
shine on him again
his devotees worked out
the idol's me train
as we all know stardom
is a transient plain
not ever staying fixed
*in its worshiping strain

the Australian men's tennis final
will be played tonight
two veterans of the game
being the main highlight

their fantastic serving
and all court mastery on display
which has thrilled sport's lovers
for many a long day

both these men won't fail
in showing their racquet skill
over the years they've developed
a fine professional drill

Federer with his delicate
string touches down the line
and Nadal's backhand speed
hitting the ball so divine

what a great match we'll see
as they meet across the net
every point will be a fabulous
battle on that you can bet

the hours are counting down
to the contest's big game
where a conqueror shall raise
the trophy of winning name

time...

the bones were interred on a mid July date
in which the triumphant did victoriously celebrate
these persons of them always would aggravate
twas memorable with the happiness in elate

reference...

this point of reference came as no surprise
for every protagonist did so much despise
they who had a spectacular pinnacle rise
were buried by those who saw little compromise

stone...

upon the stone etched in a carving profound
lies the remains of men needlessly put to ground
a perpetual monument of jealousy being around
on the conscience of they doing the deed will resound

blindly the lemmings did follow
questioning their leader not
for his word alone they'd swallow
none awake to the piper's plot

questioning their leader not
he'd corralled them with nonsense*
none awake to the piper's plot
they'd be downed at his expense

he'd corralled them with nonsense
a Jim Jones kind of dingbat
they'd be downed at his expense
as he called in a weird ****

a Jim Jones kind of dingbat
proffering the edge's cliff-face
as he called in a weird ****
all drowned pursuing his trace

proffering the edge's cliff-face
the testament of a madman
all drowning pursuing his trace
their eyes were closed like a fan

the testament of a madman
none awake to the piper's plot
their eyes were closed like a fan
*questioning their leader not

foundation bearers were removed
foundation bearers were removed
a rebuild of solid stanchions needed
a rebuild of solid stanchions needed
solid stanchions were removed
a rebuild of foundation bearers needed

upon high wall sat a man
upon high wall sat a man
owing they who put him there
owning they who put him there
they who put him upon wall high
the owing man sat a there

they'd withdrawn their buttressing
they'd withdrawn their buttressing
he crashed to the ground
he crashed to the ground
their buttressing crashed on the ground
they'd withdrawn he

upon a high wall sat a man
they'd withdrawn their buttressing
owing they who put him there
foundation bearers were removed
he crashed on the ground
a rebuild of solid stanchions needed

the biggest gig is about to be staged
on Donald Trump being inaugurated
though some citizens are so outraged
their great displeasure not mitigated
he won the Presidential position
which is an office he'll run o'er four years
Washington did await fresh condition
liberals it's time for alternate gears
an oath pledged in service of the land
stars and stripes waving to e'er support
a day a nation will honor this stand
the event broadcast on world news report
an outset of a new era shall start
with the constitution his guiding chart

to-day I had an acute attack
of the dreaded writer's block
whereby no writing would
surge into my pen's dock
this very event came as
a tremendous quaking shock
it clobbered me with some
power packing knock

in a few days my block
might duly subside
which will allow
a free flow to ride
but until then you'll
not see my penning side
that will be somewhere
on a becalmed tide

I've jotted down this verse
to tell of my brick wall
that is not answering with
an overly positive call
on getting my mojo back
into the ink well's stall
there will be a grand canyon
opening of my mall

on night's ebony ocean
on night's ebony ocean
the ghost ship did sail  
the ghost ship did sail
night's ghost ship did sail
on the ebony ocean

twas an illusion of a boat
twas an illusion of a boat
floating across a darkened sky
floating across a darkened sky
an illusion of a boat
twas floating across a sky darkened

silvery light emanated from the vessel
silvery light emanated from the vessel
as it navigated those vast seas
as it navigated those vast seas
the silvery vessel navigated those seas
as from it vast light emanated

twas an illusion of a boat
silvery light emanated from the vessel
floating across a darkened sky
the ghost ship did sail
as it navigated those vast seas
on night's ebony ocean

oft one is in
a huge quandary
as to where to put
an apostrophe

there's no room for one
to make a mistake
due to the little dash
being dipped in the wrong lake

is it it's or is it not
how oft one has forgot
how this tiny marking
does well allot

one must be
ever aware and alert
when dealing
with a tricky invert

members were promptly shown the exit door
*OUT
if they didn't follow the orders of the head
SCOUT

he'd lay down the law in the club's meeting
ROOM
whilst everyone shivered listening to his
BOOM

after a time numbers of supporters did
DECLINE
as of his bully boy tactics they'd not
ENSHRINE

the lust for power he couldn't easily
REPRESS
an ultimatum was always his way of
ADDRESS

these days no people sign up with the
COHORT
for they'd heard of the bulldozer's bossy
RETORT

leagues that have despotic types in
COMMAND
shall fall into disuse like an unwanted
*BRAND