at top of poetic tree
the exemplary talents are located
they who have a monicker
which is gold plated

to gain access into
this rarefied sanctum
one must be willing to crawl
up the fawning ******

but some aren't seeking
a place at the table with the upper truss
they are quite happy
to stay aboard the common man's bus

sniveling and groveling
at the feet of the elites
isn't a feat which enthuses
those who are seated in the lower rung seats

the luminaries
at lofty vantage point
all go on about humility
they might like to look inside themselves
at the mirror image
reflected in their seas

she was possessed of a lustrous shell
in
it
he
longed
to
dwell
a ticket of admission she gave him
to
access
her
inner
most
rim

since I cannot write poetry
which is of the highest degree
forthwith I shall be retiring my pick
to pursue other pursuits
that don't need writing skills
the knitting needles
have lain idle
in the cupboard
for yonks
I must ferret them out
and give them a click and a clack
do a purl stitch
do a yarn forward
increase at the end of the needle
in the following
four rows
that is where my talents lie
in knitting
that I'm sure of
and the quality
of my knitting
has always made par

between a man and a woman
there is a magic  
it envelopes them in a thing
called love

since the dawning of time
this magic has had a hold
that seals two hearts
in a cogent fold

formidable  
is this attraction
which has a real close
interaction

that love magic
grips
so tight
that love magic
is a true
delight

the magic of love  
swirls around
in the atmosphere
with a strong spell
that catches two souls
in its sphere

the thrall of love
is an engaging mystery
that fascinates
so magically

drawing the ladies in*
by plying a magnetic charm
the guy possesses
quite an alluring arm

no woman can resist
his pulling potency
that is set on the
highest frequency

he engages a strong
bewitching spell
to motion the females
into enticement's well

a most beguiling
magic he'll employ
in riveting the gals
onto his alloy

the gent's power
is so forceful of zeal
captivating women
*with a striking appeal

Miss Moon did wend
her way to the lagoon
whereupon she found
the second platoon

they were hoping
she'd turn up at the lagoon
for she had an expert hand
with a ladling spoon

to the mess tent
she did march with the sergeant
so she could check
that her ladling spoon wasn't bent

the platoon clapped
as she expertly used he spoon
to ladle the beef and vegetable soup
at high noon

after she'd finished
her ladling for the day
the sergeant of the platoon
gave her ten weeks pay

spooning skills
like Miss Moons are unique
to be possessed of them
is truly magnifique

a cerulean sky
presided o'er the landscape
in regal blue rule
its exhibited decree
beheld a majestic air

THE BEST TELEVISION PROGRAM
THAT I'VE EVER SEEN
JUST HAPPENS TO BE
SHOWING ON MY SCREEN

I HEREBY TENDER AN OVERVIEW
OF WHAT THE PARTICIPANTS DO
THEY RENOVATE HOUSES THAT
HAVE BEEN LEFT TO ROT IN MILDEW

RENEWING OLD FLOORS WITH
LOVELY HARD WOOD
AND THEY GIVE IT A COAT
OF SHINNY LACQUER TO LOOK GOOD

BATHROOMS ARE REFITTED OUT
IN TILES AND GRANITE TOPS
THESE KINDS OF IMPROVEMENTS
CAN ENLIVEN THE SAD SOPS

YARDS GET CLEARED OF ANY
WEEDS AND OVERHANGING BRANCHES
WHICH CERTAINLY LIFTS THE DEMEANOR
ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RANCHES

I ALWAYS MAKE SURE THAT THE TELLY
IS ON BY 8:30 PM SHARP
TO WATCH THE MAKEOVERS
REDEEMING HARP

in his conscience
a sickness had paved
unto the ailment
he had become enslaved

long his suffering
never did it abate
within his chronic mind
it did lastingly plate

the ill of plagiarism
was deeply engrained
of his character
e'er would be stained

a script he'd copy
with no reluctance
the nature of his persona
had a replicating parlance

time ne'er bequeathed
him an enduring remedy
for his flagrant
re-producing malady

the*
compliant
were
manacled
in
servitude
the overseer
not allowing them
any latitude

these
heavy
steel
loops
held
a
firm
grip
from their cuffs
none could
readily slip

he
who
had
the
status
of
boss
not ever
giving up the
controller's toss

in
fetters
he'd
keep
them
bolted
secure
never to be
released out of
*the inure

the San Carlos slum is his home
he roams disconcerted
through the squalor and filth
his owner Pedro Alvarez
long since abandoning him
forlorn this poor creature
trudges aggrieved

he rolls in the debris
and ******* strewn upon the streets
seeking relief
for any consolation
that can be had
his skin agitates
discomfort occupies
his miserable days
no peace is his
incessantly scratching
the itch reoccurs

the coat he wears
is patchy and disheveled
it's hard for this poor dog
no pride
a truly shameful fate
not loved
or attended to
his mange the only constant
this is his life

searching all the while
his paws work overtime
yapping barks
with grimacing impatience
Pedro where are you amigo
your dog Egardi
needs you here and now

man hath placed
his ruinous hand
upon the planet's
finest attributes
no service to the
natural world
hath he imparted

he cuts down copious trees
in the Sarawak rainforests
he digs holes in the ground
all around the Gunnedah shire
he pollutes the atmosphere
over the Guangzhou province of China
he spills oil on the pristine coral reefs
in the Gulf of Mexico
and the list of his misdeeds
goes on and on...

man shall pay for the ruin
he hath wrought upon the planet
his unfeeling hand
touches every corner of the globe
a day of reckoning
isn't far away
all the beauteous assets
of our planet
shall be blown away

man is yet to realize
that he needs to preserve
the planet
for future generations
that are yet to come...

there is no other planet
for humanity to live on
and where will man go
when his hand hath ruined
the Earth's magnificent show

a message
sent out to all and sundry
a clarion call
reverberates around the planet
a mega phone
hear the Earth's alerting cry

man's hand
touches the planet
without a properly
conceived thought...

someone is cruising very close
to my old fifty eight Chevy tail
and I can sense that person
watching the bumper's detail

though my exhaust system
is putting out plenty of fumes
it isn't deterring the trailer
who's checking out my plumes

I've been observing the rear traffic
over my broad back end
and I'll be running the next red light
on the Marsden Street bend

the girlie man of Australian politics
had the term coined just for him
the tough man Arnie Schwarzenegger
from California was thinking of him

Bill Shorten is a *****
when it comes to fiscal matters
that's why his statements
on the budget are all in tatters

soft approaches toward
spending will never do
the nation's finances are in need
of a tightening *****

the treasury office stats
don't mislead of go awry
a salient tale they tell
about a well running dry

there are no Jesus Christ figures
in Canberra to divide the loaves and fishes
a certain amount is in the nation's war chest
which must fulfill the people's many wishes

the Shorten alternative economic policy
has great sieve holes in it
the nation's well being under it
would be rendered unfit

at the end of the day
the taxpayer always pays
so the ledger should be in balance
without any stalling delays

fiscal responsibility
is good for a nation's health
marshmallow centered Shorten
has no interest in stock piling our wealth

a political party that supports
the legalization of Mary Jane
is bound to be the first one
to sprint down the winner's lane

the constituents shall be busy
potting many a dope seed
so they've got a sufficient supply
of ye olde happy ****

to-day bongs and reefers
will be lit in much jubilation
as the smokers get high
on Mary Jane's elevation

Mary had just attended a gathering
with her girl friends
her mood was down
she wore a frown
her friends were as pretty as pictures
yet Mary be so plain

the gathering was at end
along the pavement she walked
wending her way home
looking down upon the ground
Mary found a compact
shining like a silvery moon lost
in a crystal stream

Mary knelt down to pick the compact up
it felt wondrous in the palm of her hand
its tingle hit her heart

she opened  the compact up
it sparkled with a luminous light
the spangling powder she then applied
with special care
to her surprise and astounding her eyes
was the vision in the mirror really her

oh! she cried for me to look so fair
a miracle for her to swear
Mary was plain no more
but as her friends
as pretty as a picture

magic from the spangling powder
applied to her face
transforming her from plain Mary
to a beautiful girl
Mary was so happy and no longer
wearing a frown

some have noticed the
constant
masquerade
for hiding neath
its disguise is the
authentic
glade
  
an unknowing public
haven't seen it thus
far  
but in time they'll be able
to recognize its actual
par

of a bluffing tactic
the character does
employ
deception being its
mainstay
ploy

on the veil getting
raised on
high
there shall appear
the genuine
ply

said the poultry producer
under his breath
the henhouse must always
be safe
so I'll enlist that friendly
bushy tailed fox
to keep watch over
my chicken's chafe

on returning to the farm
everything was so silent
no clucking could be heard
anywhere in the resident

but red feathers were scattered
around the cedar wood barn
and many drops of blood
had stained the wire's yarn

it was evident that a fight
to the death took place
and his prized hens were
shown not an iota of grace

there's a moral to the story
never leave a fox on guard
for he'll massacre all
the fowls within the farm's yard

Poets will proffer a word creation
Pictures on the page of mankind*  
Pouring forth imagination
Past greats all of literary rind

Over centuries till to-day
Our world reading from quills divine
Of the art in a mind's thought clay
Opus after opus gold to mine

Verse of romance lovers embrace
Verily spring's bloom tis beautiful
Victory won on the battle-front's face
Vying for lands e'er plentiful

Every composition a story
Each wordsmith of singular hand
Etching a mark throughout history
*Ergo the masterpiece so grand

******* the ego
tis seen as a trifle banal
the odd big cranial bloke
belongs to this cabal

tirelessly they stroke
the head to a maximal size
as the inflated phallus
doth give them such a rise

******* shall always be
their pastime of infatuation
as they are so in love
with the ego's glorification

may your lips linger
for all time
may your lips linger
like a fine Cabernet wine

let them take me
on a journey to paradise
let them take me
let them not think twice

may your lips linger
for all time
may your lips linger
like a fine Cabernet wine

let them entwine
in my heart's threads
never to be shed
let them entwine
let them be mine
for all time

monetary means conquered*
all
lots of dollars were the power
ball
dominance bought by wads
galore
how they pleasured in the
store

suit cases of currency given
for treatment ever preferential
which ensured they'd be viewed
with more favourable credential

the complexion of a situation
can
change
when there's bucks proffered
in
exchange

business was done
this
selective
way
and it always carried
the
mega rating's
  *day

mountain vistas
implored him home

peaceful these surrounds
a soul calmed

melodies strong
resonated
which spoke of return

mementos
of you
I keep safe
in a drawer
a hatpin
a bracelet
and a picture of you
I so adore
as I feel and touch
these things
floods of tears
well in my eyes
why did the army...
need you more than me?
and leave me
only the mementos
of loss and grief

of events in the past
each person has his or hers
own memories
different of perception
not alike
the occurrences
not recalled
in a sameness
of
light

which of the story's
do you believe
as neither are of one
united reeve

an account of a tale
has many sides
they vary in the wash
of the tides

what eye view of an episode
we reckon to be accurate
depends on the information
written in our recollection slate

tis true for you
tis not for me
the story
affixed
in
our
individual
memories

Me...
the tone of your poetry
is so shoddy

Myself...
with that statement
I thoroughly agree

I...
it isn't worth showing
on Hello Poetry

at a certain juncture
in a female's life
the menopause makes
a deal of strife

those of us who are
in our middle years
have days when we
perspire and shed the odd tear

ladies have not the best of it
at this particular time
the hormone levels dive
and are in steep decline

ladies schedule a visit
to your family GP
and obtain a prescription
for some hormone therapy

the turn around in your well being
will be a welcome sight
as you kiss the menopause blues
a fond goodnight

an announcement
was enunciated over the public address
which carries a health message
in its address

listen up lads
the address is directed towards you
taking it on board
would be a good I clue

don't be coy or shy
about your personal equipment
the odd inspection of it
can lead to enlightenment

pull down the trousers
and have a feel around the ball bag
should there be any oddities there
you could have problems in being a stag

lads if you've had to visit
the John several times at night
those excessive twinkling sessions
may well mean that the prostate isn't alright

the ides of depression
oft occur in a man's life
which can be the cause
of much mental strife

men in our communities
need to be alerted to the issue of their health
as without a robust body and mind
they are devoid of health's wealth

make appointments
with your GP's  
so they can check you over
for any anomalies

the fountain of poetry
e'er threatens to dry up
yet the inspirational words of Beryl Dov Lew
re-supplied my dwindling cup

with his advice duly given
my expression's reservoir fills to capacity
in a most generous
flow of endless verbosity

had he of not encouraged me
to keep the pen's ink spilling
my Hello Poetry pages
would be empty of shilling

with a mentor of Beryl's calibre
positively re-invigorating my oft dry fountain  
I am ever assured of a verse
brimming unto the highest mountain

meow
meow
meow
the cat is calling me
to feed him some fish kedgeree

meow
meow
meow
he's clawing at my heels
he's impatient for his meal

meow
meow
meow
he's chomping into his fish
and he is now licking out his dish

meow
meow
meow
he's got a grin on his dial
the fish kedgeree has made him smile

no deliverance
twas aboard the train
the driver had lost
his senses and gone insane

the train sped along
at a velocity of speed
free wheeling
like a fast rolling bead

those on board
held tightly to their seats
for the train driver
twas in the grip of mad pleats

as the train neared
the descent of the mountainside
it quickly tumbled over
as a carnival ride

none did survive
the train driver's irrational trip
for they were in his
unbalanced guardianship

on that day salvation
did not abound
mercy's guiding hand
was nowhere to be found

his libidinal juices
did vigorously stir
on sighting
her pretty flower

he sought pleasure
within her petals
yet she wasn't
receptive to his metal