where is the beacon
that illuminating light of realization  
that says we're living in a world
which is telling of our civilization

the news casts relay
all of the bad events happening
on every inch
of our planet's clay

we're shocked and dumbfounded
by what we see and hear
these horrid occurrences
bring to this world more than one tear

will there ever be a time
when we as citizens of Earth
shall live in harmony's
peaceful rebirth

war and conflicts
in nations close and far
ever the leaders of tyranny
armed and ready to spar

natural disasters ongoing
earthquakes floods and droughts
populations by the score
feel these most terrible of touts

outbreaks of diseases and viruses
seemingly all of them on the rise
Ebola currently affecting
the African continent with demise

our planet is full of worry and woe  
of these articles there's a never ending show
news travels fast around the globe
and little of it tells of a bright strobe

Otis told me about this cool
brand new swanky dance hall place,
said it was full of pretty-lookers
with baby doll faces
not the sleazebag rough
******-types, the scary kind.
So I pulled on my best blue jeans,
scooped on a little dab of gel and
checked myself out in the mirror.
I thought, man you look swell,
somebody might say, you're fine
and with those thoughts,
I stepped out
headed on down to the party club,
hoping someone would notice me, too.

I walked on over to the servery,
to sample some dip and savories,
out of the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little babe,
she sashayed across the dance hall,
to make herself known to me.
In an instant, there was electricity,
we got to talking about how nice,
it would be, to get together
more regularly.
I knew there and then,
we were going to be real close friends,
she oozed class and she had me rapt,
my heart beat climbed high,
like, I'd scored a drop dead gorgeous
piece of sugar pie.
I thought yeah!
She'd be the ideal girl for me.

And she would be,
if she could dance the Watusi
she'd be fine with me.
Well, I'm not one
to beat around the bush,
I cut to the quick,
so I sauntered right up to her
and in my smoothest Southern drawl
asked the lil' darling,
"Sweet Darling would you like
a cup of Chardonnay?"
And she, in the most playful way,
smiled coyly and replied,
"Why Mister, surely I would,
I can't resist a fine wine!"

As we sipped on the wine,
there was a warming glow
between us two, we were starting
to cog, like in sync watches.
I thought to myself, I can play
a part, in her every dream,
my lil' darling and I dancing,
to the beat of a lava stream.
We took to the dance hall floor,
expressing our close body simmer,
the Watusi sounds,
had us all a glimmer.

Then we pulled closer,
the gravity was electric,
a sacred feeling,
I could feel between my hips
and she,
she had a primordial fragrance,
I could smell beneath her
fashionable clothes.
Reasonableness was fading
quickly with the pace,
I held her face
and we fell
into another dimension.

A flow of passion ignited,
there was no containing,
the flare,
our lips burnt with an excited
and intoxicating fervor,
our skin to skin contact,
was like an ember.
Eros, had my sugar pie and I
in mind,
when he wrote the script,
to the sensual Watusi bind.

guys with tight six packs
ride atop the wave's backs

surfing surfing surfing
in the mid morning sun
surfing surfing surfing
beach days are such fun

tunneling waves
curling nicely into shore
suntanned guys
enjoying the surf's lore

waxed boards slicing through
the topaz sea's hues
surfer guys all paving the way
to the blue waters dues

surfing surfing surfing
in the mid morning sun
surfing surfing surfing
beach days are such fun

the Egyptians of ancient times
worked in the sun for few dimes

they slavishly carted square blocks
to ***** temples and pyramid docks  

as the sun streamed down
upon their heads
the workers in stone
wanted their sun god dead

they offered orisons
to Ra telling him he'd gone too far
by sending forth an over abundance
of hot solar bars

so the laborers of ancient Egypt
took refuge from Ra's heat
in the pharaoh's cool crypt

a friend told me of a good cure for nightmares
she said to take a bail of hay to bed
to feed the poor famish equines

florid blooms adorning avenues and streets
floral petals unfolding to the sun's rays
fragrances sweet they prettily emanate
flourishes of splendid color so varied of hue
fabulous in a bouquet tied with lace or ribbon
freshly cut daises placed on restaurant tables
filling the eyes in a most pleasant way

let's take a chance
on romance
we'll dance
to its lovely trance

our hearts melting together
in a sorts of weather
twill be a pleasant tether
waltzing lightly as a feather

forever to embrace
we'll make a sweet interlace
twirling to romance's grace
how divine this precious brace

love's accord ours to stay
as we glide in its array
spangling stars in our bay
oh how fine our tryst display

let's take a chance
on romance
we'll dance
to its lovely trance

deception is the old fellow's name
he's an ace professional con man
this is his no good claim to fame

he's fab at handling the charisma pan
far too smooth is his presentation
he's an ace professional con man

he'll never get an honesty ovation
the old guy is tops at the odd slippery trick
far too smooth is his presentation

a keen eye can pick him real quick
his act is well honed and rehearsed
the old  guy is tops at the odd slippery trick

on the subject of fraud he's well versed
world class are his abilities at shadiness
his act is well honed and rehearsed

he struts his stuff with much cleverness
world class are his abilities at shadiness
deception is the old fellow's name
this is his no good claim to fame

russets ides adorned
the fall branches
mellow were their tones
bespeaking of a rich vintage
of a summer past
warmest did come
thence it did depart
in fields and avenues  
where Rembrandt's
brush colored
the canvas in ruddy hues
autumn tones
did on a November wind
bring its rouge

us humans haven't quite cleaned up
everyday we send nasty chemicals spiraling up
which invariably stuffs the ozone layer up

our polluting of this rim of protection
continually goes on we're not holding the pollutants in retention
which shows we're damaging its convention

there needs to be more
innovative ideas developed
to subdue the ***** air
                                     which we humans
                                     keep overly producing
                                     here and everywhere

so as the ultra violet streams
don't not become too extreme
they do irreparable harm
and give cause for alarm  

we humans have an obligation
to our planet's ozone cover
by not sullying its protective sheath  
with tons of polluting smother

on a journey
to other locale

floating on a dream
to wonderland

we take sojourns
through landscapes
of our vast mind space

her blue eyes were pools
which he immersed himself
to swim in their beauty

as night hours creep closer
daylight moments shuffle off
the cycle of time moves  
to varying footsteps

they are a couple
who've loved long
their kind of love
is ever so strong

they've shared and cared
with hearts of devotion
they'll be forever entwined
in the deepest of adoration

their marriage has withstood  
many a storm filled day
they've encountered sunny
dawns along the way

they are a couple
so well matched
their years together
so beautifully thatched

the birds in the trees
sing with an effulgent glee
they sing for dear Robert
and the sweet Dee

their song is a tune
of everlasting love
which God has gifted
to this pair of doves

who were they kidding, twas evident to the eye
who were they kidding, twas evident to the eye
a love connection did abide, longstanding of nature
a love connection did abide, longstanding of nature
twas evident to the eye, a love connection did abide
longstanding of nature, who were they kidding

in public careful they were, concealing a linkage
in public careful they were, concealing a linkage
a mishap would give them away, they played it safe
a mishap would give them away, they played it safe
in public careful they were, a mishap would give them away
they played it safe, concealing a linkage

why do they persist with a charade, truth is being honest
why do they persist with a charade, truth is being honest
feelings precious can be shown, covertness lacks integrity
feelings precious can be shown, covertness lacks integrity
truth is being honest, feelings precious can be shown
covertness lacks integrity, why do they persist with a charade

a mishap would give them away, a love connection did abide
twas evident to the eye, truth is being honest
why do they persist with a charade, who were they kidding
feelings precious can be shown, they played it safe
in public careful they were, covertness lacks integrity
concealing a linkage, longstanding of nature

rust erodes
caustic the etching

hurt is abrasive
corroding souls

upon the mind
these wounds appear
they stay ingrained

the opening fold of sunlight
dawns with delight
o'er the bush land
tis a scene grand

bright rays of radiance do beam  
on hills and stream
shining of glints
lovely the tints  

the sun doth light up the countryside
with its preside
dazzling of sight
is its highlight

who is untitled
so bereft of a name
there is a plethora
of untitled ones in the frame  

a title will always
capture the reader's attention
but to be without one
will ensure that reader's peepers
will not be held in detention

Mirthful sunlit chimes spoke of fondness
Ever they'd enmesh in love's binding tress  
Streams of joy did gurgle with much delight  
Their hearts according in rapture's notes
Bright news resounded through these totes
They'd professed to each other love's tie
Twas a pairing which would ne'er fade or die
Heavens arrayed in spangling starlight
The twosome combined so divinely
A sweet syrup bliss ringing sublimely
Love's declaration pleasantly pealing
Throughout the continents both near and wide
The turtle doves love ever to reside
These gladdest tidings truly appealing

apt at spilling forth
a load of *******
his tongue
dispenses
volumes  
of it

one wonders who
he's targeting now
more than likely
she is an unaware
and ignorant sow

over the course of time
she'll wise up to his *******  
and realize
he's so full of it

many lines of crap
he spun me
all of them were
unbelievable
in degree

bright shining lanterns
hang from wattle tree branches
along the Gap road

the hourglasses of our lives
are denoted by every grain of sand
the times of joy
the times of sadness
the times of achievement
the times of failure
the times of plenty
the times of nothing

the sands of time
in our individual hourglasses
all leave their distinctive marks
as they pass through
the necks of our hourglasses
we can reflect on each
of those grains of sands
they're an indelible record
of our life's span

the weather is the Northern hemisphere
is too gelid for thee and me
here in the Southern hemisphere
we bask in a much warmer degree

twill not be traveling to climes
where there is snow and sleet
one shall be staying where
the prevailing conditions are sweet

up in the North regions
they sing those sombre refrains
about the chilliest of weather
which is windy of vein

down in the South regions
the sun streams all day long
that's why we chorus
the happiest of songs

the climate here suits us rather well
as this verse does so eloquently tell
so with that said we'll hasten outside
to take in the Southern sun's pride

we'll be thinking of our cousins
and friends in Northern lands
who will be sitting by hearth fires
warming their frozen hands

they'll be wishing they were
in a climate of sunny disposition
instead of being wholly stuck
in winter's gelid volition

horse tail clouds drifted
across the blue parchment sky
this dazzling spring day

on seeing
her inviting spring
he felt
an instant rousing

servicemen ingested the wrath, leaching through unsuspecting bodies
in a time capsule it sat in idleness, waiting to affect their aged bodies

no safeguards were in place, the testing went on without accountability
the red dust of the outback irradiated, protective cladding not on bodies

years later cancers were reported, nuclear particles ratcheting up
damaging the organs and bones, in frail manner were their bodies

a mushroom cloud hung low, the aftermath of British testing
the servicemen but lab rats, no one had regard for these bodies

friendly fire came to Australia, back in the nineteen fifties
Maralinga a tragedy in the making, its dire fallout stayed in bodies

in his hands he held a piece of rock
within it lay a diamond of beauty
he pined to extract her from the ore
for he so wished to polish her perfections
yet she wouldn't be easily coaxed
out of her mother load of material

he pondered long
over the gem so exquisite
how he yearned to see her facets
gleaming for him
but she was embedded and unreachable
there she lay within the rough mantle of the ore

ne'er could she be his to hold
ne'er could he feel her heart
palpating along side his
his hopes were dashed
his longing would remain
the lovely diamond staying
within the rock's grain

the neighbor's little pooch
just cocked his leg to ****
on the pub's back fence

being out of fashion
being not the latest fad
being that this is the case
in all likely hood
the item is a classic

I'm ****** if I know
what one has to write
to get a poem to trend
at the Hello Poetry site

as I'm a poet who writes
dregs and paltry ****
that maybe why my poems
get chucked in the pit