in the ambrosia of love, we'll ever combine
our melding shall sing, of an adoring boon

our endearing hearts, beating as one forever
streams of elation, speaking of this love boon

e'er embracing tightly, neath the stellar plains
that sparkling spangle, such a heavenly boon

ever we'll journey, the beloved road of sharing
honey syrup binding us, with a sublime boon

the cup of lasting love, brimming in rapture
twill be so superb, our lush evergreen boon

in the creek's shallows
a pair of white ibises
foraged for frogs

as the searing sun did beat
upon the shearing shed's roof
the dogs rapidly tongued
in the penning yards

we'll light up fellas
so we can puff like steam trains
then we'll choke on smoke

a blue winged butterfly
pirouetted in the garden
like a pretty ballerina
twirling on the stage

she visits to peruse
the pieces that I post
yet I see not her
she is cloaked as a ghost

ne'er does she reveal
herself to me
could she be slightly
shy of my lee
    
again I sensed her presence
at Facebook
as I was aware that she'd
popped in for a look

she plays cat and mouse
as little imps do
hiding behind my online
screen's view

I'll welcome her
into my friend fold
should she ever become
a tad more bold  

her propensity
to shrink way
twas on show
this very day

bright midday sun rays
burnished the bush countryside
in a shining wink

the birds are under the eaves
singing reeves
ne'er do they croon
like our Pat Boone

one could join them in a sing song
but not for long
one's singing voice
is far from choice

may the birds keep singing all day
in a happy way
as their trilling
is so thrilling

Verse 1

on the stock market floor lay losses galore
and in time they'd be redeemed
a price collapse saw the upward trend end
it would be a long haul pulling it out of the pall
ooh, ooh and in time they'd be redeemed
busted at the seams were all the investment schemes
putting paid to fortune's prosperity
the dream run had less future's equity
New York's exchange took a hammering

Chorus

ooh, troubled was the trading
ooh, troubled was the trading

Verse 2

as we watched the steep downward slide
the money men didn't feel like smiling
a wrecking bear had hit finances in the kitty
shocking became the fiscal outlook

Chorus

ooh, troubled was the trading
ooh, troubled was the trading

Verse 3

and the homeless dwellers in the slums
look in bins for something to eat
and they've no dosh to buy a passage out
and this is their unfair place in society
once the cream could be skimmed
yet nothing is left but life's grieving
on and on the losing streak goes
there's always a cycle of poverty
and troubled was the trading
resigned to fate's course of lows
the market floor held in distress
gloom beset the bright lights in dull tones
your redeeming breath can be inhaled
an injection of capital will aid
ghetto dwellers all in want
wealth is but for the few
monied folk posses the long bond
forgotten all the people in need
values riding on a share price
who is listening to the tune
it tells of crash and of boom
this we all know too well

Outro

and in time they'd be redeemed

In heaven's glorious sphere angels sing
A refrain of greeting and welcoming
The many departed souls did again lift
As they looked upon God's loving face
Existence in this place is such a grace
No more to be their abode the earth's globe
God's kingdom twill be an eternal lobe
Beauteous and harmonic strains did drift
In heaven's majestic house high above
All the people there are shown infinite love
They've died and are in another domain
God embraces everyone at his door
His serene home is theirs forevermore
As the angels chorus in bright refrain

words fail to describe
the beauty and peace
found in the mountains sublime

the scenic panorama of the place
is captured so well
by those who live in
the mountain's veld

of trees towering to skies of indigo blue
of squirrels owls and fireflies
of streams pristine and pure  

within the province
of mountain kin's hearts  
there is an intrinsic
soulful yoke
inborn
of the mountain's
heritage

shadows now lengthen
as last streams of glinting light
ebb in the bushland

This weekend the NRL final will be played
South Sydney and Canterbury Banks-town
Shall do battle on the hallowed footy ground
The match up will be a ripper for sure
There is little love lost between these teams
A sell out crowd is primed and ready to cheer
The fans in the stands will be rooting hard
As those twenty six men give it their all on the field
Up for grabs is the coveted victor's trophy
There is a lot of anticipation building
Across the state of New South Wales
We can't wait for the final to get here
The big day of league holds us intrigued

the remnants of a gold pan
were found at Laura Creek
it had rusted out
and the bottom of it did leak
a local fossicker
told me he'd discovered
the corroded dish
whilst he was digging
in the creek's swish

true love
between a pair
shall remain so steadfast
for a lifetime two hearts melding
the sweet lasting refrain of blissfulness
unto joy's devotion they'll twine
twill be a grand union
endearing is
true love

love is a bouquet
scented in fragrant aroma
it overpowers

S-Sprightly hues adorn the landscape
P-Perfectly these lovely colors do drape
R-Reds yellows and purple amid the streams
I-Ideal is this palette's tincture of dreams
N-No season more gorgeous than spring
G-Glories aplenty it doth ever bring