hand me a whiskey
Mr Barman
hand me a whiskey
as quick as you can
all the answers
to my life's somersaults
will be found
in its soothing malt

hand me a whiskey
it'll fix everything
hand me a whiskey
it'll fill my bruised skin
I'll be numbed
but that's okay
a shot of whiskey
helps me through the day

hand me a whiskey
Mr Barman
hand me a whiskey
as quick as you can
all the answers
to my life's somersaults
can be found
in its soothing malt

the mountains of worries
I've had will fade
with a glass of whiskey
as my aid
so don't keep me waiting
for that drink
Mr Barman you can
iron out all my chinks
my world is collapsing
in on me
all I want is a taste
of whiskey
I can't face the day
without a drop
it is my most important
prop

hand me a whiskey
Mr Barman
hand me a whiskey
as quick as you can

a lynch-man
in the Tennessee hills
had run out of hanging thrills
so he decided
to travel
a few hundred miles
crossing the border
into Arkansas
with his new hemp ropes
at the ready
he sized up
the governor's and his spouse's
necks
saying nonchalantly to himself
what the heck
then over the highest branch
he flung the noosing strings
and corralled
the wicked corrupt two
into an inescapable pen
round their napes
he placed
the stricture of the knots
which he'd pulled
very tight
and said farewell
saying to them
hang on
I'll be back later
to see how you're both fairing
on his slow return
Bill and Hillary
were silently gagged

Happy Birthday Jenny
may you have a wonderful day
Happy Birthday Jenny
kisses and hugs we send your way
Happy Birthday Jenny
your loved and such a dear
Happy Birthday Jenny
on this your 47th year

with our planet not spinning in harmony
there will be more tragedy
were the planet to spin on an even keel
human kind would be of a peaceful feel

We'll bid her goodbye in September
Her time for leaving is our decision
We'll cast a last motion of recission
Twill be first rate blotting out this member
Her team hath been a truly awful crew
Our nation cannot bear their governance
We require a mob with better guidance
She's got all persons in a right old stew
Another three years of her we'll not stand
The polls say she is on an outbound trip
New policy directions will be grand
We'd prefer she wasn't captaining the ship
To a fresh government our hats we'll doff

the president's past tax returns

might well haunt him yet

they'll be made available for

Democrats to freely vet


on the figures being thoroughly

scrutinized

any anomalies shall be heavily

criticized


as we all know the devil is always

in the fine detail

where no executive order will be

seen to prevail


congress won't let up on its

relentless quest

in finding revenue that wasn't

paid unto an IRS request

heatwave
hotter than Hades
heating every inch of our terrain
heckling with it's scorching sear
haranguing us from dusk to dawn
hell fires have been unleashed
holy cow we're in need of a bit of relief

would seem drifting is the order of the day
so many souls floating this particular way
they much prefer the atmosphere on offer here
apparently at other locales it was more austere

they came to the door and gave a wee little knock
they've been ushered in around the clock
these digs are filling faster than a concert hall
there's quite literally faces wall to wall

an extension to the building is going ahead
provisions have been made for lots more beds
drifting souls will be well catered for
so float on over to the Hello Poetry shore

where is the rest of the world at this stage
its help needed in a strife broken land
the destruction there is well out of hand
fighting described on newspaper page  
the United Nations seemingly asleep
Syrian men women and children killed
in fear of much red blood being spilled
a country where eyes do endlessly weep
resolution to these woes can't be found
continuation of conflict is far from good
chemical weapons with callousness
employed by mindless men most unsound
where is our planet's caring brotherhood
we've failed in supporting the helpless

he plays it cool
cool*
cool
cool
so cool

cause he's got
a cogent tool
it can buy him
the desired pool

his money has sway
sway
sway
sway
lots of sway

when it's forked out
everything goes his way
there's a whip-hand
in this style of pay

he plays it cool
cool
cool
cool
so cool  
he plays it cool
cool
cool
cool
so cool

he's not averse to a
huge cash
drop
them inducements
put him right
*on top

her
castle
shall crumble
to putrid dust
amid her wreckage
thy shall applaud
long and hard
the day
nears

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

she feels the warmth of him, in every part of her being
she feels the warmth of him, in every part of her being
to his reside her mind ever trips, oh to have his lips upon hers
to his reside her mind ever trips, oh to have his lips upon hers
oh to have his lips upon hers, she feels the warmth of him
in every part of her being, to his reside her mind ever trips

at a locale they meet, they're miles apart
at a locale they meet, they're miles apart
pangs of desire not actuated, close yet so far
pangs of desire not actuated, close yet so far
close yet so far, at a locale they meet
pangs of desire not actuated, they're miles apart

what to do, the quandary begs
what to do, the quandary begs
will they have a face to face, begone computer's impersonal interface  
will they have a face to face, begone computer's impersonal interface
the quandary begs, begone computer's impersonal interface
will they have a face to face, what to do

at a locale they meet, they're miles apart
close yet so far, will they have a face to face
pangs of desire not actuated, what to do
in every part of her being, oh to have his lips upon hers
the quandary begs, she feels the warmth of him
begone computer's impersonal interface, to his reside her mind ever trips

should Thee Artiste tell me
my poetic offerings are sub-par
I shall endeavor to lift my game
so they rise above his high bar

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

his
desire
welled up
in crescendo
as she displayed
her appealing features  
he so wanted to dandle
with them by the open fire hearth
there they could make some steamy music
as the flames flared up on that night

his love
did decorate
her heart in tones bright
he bought spring's bubbly vividness
to her life with an effulgent palette
sublime happiness did remain
through to their autumn years
light brocaded
his love