a nasty little virus
has taken hold of me
his name is Mr Flu
and he sure likes me

he'll be lingering for a while
as viruses do
and he'll be leaving me
in a week or two

when the honorable Mr Lew
reads this atrocious brew
he'll more than likely tell me
its an awful stew
should he tell me this
I shall keep rewriting it
until it doesn't
read like ****

Mr Monsanto has a monopoly on the GMO market
his products fill many agriculturist's baskets
there harmful affects have been well documented
the damage they're causing can be circumvented

those men and women who work the land
can deal Mr Monsanto a crook poker hand
discontinue buying his bad chemical sprays
recommence those old pest controlling ways

he's been making big profits from the stuff that he sells
it is time for the agriculturists to hear the alarm bells
he's had the ear of the administration for too long
and it has always listened to the pitch of his song

Mr Monsanto keeps telling the world that his products are fab
but he never mentions a thing about adverse discoveries in science labs
the people are becoming informed on the land
they're waking up to the unsafeness of his brand

the public will not abide Mr Monsanto's crap
they know when a dodgy product has landed in their laps
cancer causing agents in cornmeal
this sort of thing doesn't make for edible appeal

big companies like Mr Monsanto might like to explain themselves
and enlighten us as to why his purulent stuff is on market shelves
behind his fortress walls he hides a folio of dross
uncovering it would ensure his company ran at a loss

Since Mrs Ranger's remarkable return to good health
She and Doctor Granger have come into wealth
They bought a ticket in the national lottery
To celebrate her startling recovery

Mrs Thrift is taking care of Mrs Ranger's pet dog and home
As the good doctor and Mrs Ranger have gone on holiday to Rome
They plan to be wed at Saint Peters on New Years Day
After that they'll journey to a romantic bay

Mrs Ranger has given her permission
For a story to be told about her chronic health conditions
She's employed a ghost writer to tell the tale
With Doctor Granger advising on the medical details

they're situated in a heaven
more commonly known
as the trolling estate
at this infamous piece of property
they dream up
an inordinate
amount of quasi accounts
which they use in an
alternate fashion
to harass and outrageously torment
they who hold but one
solo account

these ego driven allotments
aren't worthy of due
consideration
we should on them be showering
the language of severest
condemnation

it is very clear to see
that the trolls have little to do
with their ever vacuous
time
but sit at a computer screen
and bedevil the poet community
like an unconscionable
chime

they rear their multiple heads
to habitually
******
in such an unstately
manner of
zest

the white ants have eaten
the timber decking
as we didn't keep
checking for white ants
being present in the decking
the decking is much like honey comb
as the white ants ate into it
as if it were a piece of styrofoam
the decking is not fit for anything
and it requires replacing
when those white ants get together
for a munch out
they always make sure
that they hollow
the timber well out
munch
munch
munch
they've been on a devouring romp
chomping the decking
with a munching pomp

due to the muse
going on a jaunt
this verse I pen
is rather gaunt

each line so thin
in volume to sing
the gypsy hath
gone a roving

to-day I attended
my cousin's funeral service
it was a casual
laid back kind of affair
no preacher going on for ages
with vacuous words
a celebrant spoke of my cousin's
love of the young and the elderly
her husband wrote a poem
of dedication to his beloved Tess
throughout the service her favorite songs were featured
the Bon Jovi tune "To Be My Baby" had family and friends
tapping their feet
on our departure from the crematorium
the strains of Tim McGraw's " Please Remember Me" played
the day was as Tess wanted
casual and no fuss

my darling
my darling
you are a dear sweet girl

my darling
my darling
you are the prettiest pearl

my darling
my darling
ever you'll shine in my eyes

my darling
my darling
you'll always light my skies

my darling
my darling
you put beauty in my days

my darling
my darling
I love you in so many ways

my darling
my darling
you're my heart's melody

my darling
my darling
I'm so blessed to have thee

my love
my love
the skies do shine
since the day
we entwined

my love
my love
our hearts so gay
we've a love
that will stay

my love
my love
we'll share our dreams
in beauteous
themes

the moon and stars
shall be at our command
as we wander
through love's wonderland

so come my love
our time is here
the time has come
for us to endear

my love
my love
my love

my motor
isn't running too good
these days
there is something
not quite right
with my spark plugs
they don't seem to fire
as they once did
there is a definite sluggishness
in the motor head
reaching top gear
is a thing of the past  
vroom vroom vroom
vroom vroom vroom
where has my engine power
gone to
vroom vroom vroom
vroom vroom vroom
how I'd like to
have a new motor installed
a Lamborghini
engine
would give me
some velocity and vim
but I'm saddled
with an old 4 cylinder Hillman

silhouetted form were painted
on the sky's azure backdrop
of leafless winter branches
naked in foliage

why don't we all do the primal thing
take off our clothes and reveal everything
not a stitch of clothing did Neanderthal folks wear
they allowed their naked bodies to breath the air

nudist colonies are the last bastion of bare skin
the people at these places never fail to grin
without dresses and pants they are a happy crew
all of them putting their kit out on view

it is a norm for us to take in the sunshine whilst bare
and a law should be passed to allow this fair
we've been overly wrapped in fabric for years
no wonder we've been without any cheers

the straight laced may not be too keen on ******
but may I remind them that it is such a liberty
shedding the coats and petticoats wont do any harm
and showing a little of our bodies isn't cause for alarm

our forebears of a by gone era were not clad
they ran around in the buff and never did anything bad
those who wish to be in a state of undress
take off your attire and don't feel any stress

how some like to play
the name changing
game
for it is an obsession that gives
them a measure of
fame

Toby Kingston keeps fully
occupied playing the
game
every minute of the day he's employing
a newly minted
name  
and if he's got a spare second
in his naming
drill  
he'll pop a few more names
on the naming
bill

should Toby be reading this poetic piece
especially written for
him
would a name like Golly fit well
in his name changing
trim

There once was a fellow  from Nantucket
Who blew an excellent trumpet tucket
His toot ***** sounded so grand
As he lead the college band
Grand trumpet tuckets tooted in Nantucket

a few days back I wrote a poem
which caused another person much distress
the words that I used in my composition
may well of been poison to that person
the words can never be taken back
they've been written and said
but a valuable lesson
came out of it all
never again write a poem
which causes
that person
to
feel
the
upset
of
a nasty storm

for years the nuclear industry
has been conducting business
in a leaking kind of way
and the said leaking
is more than likely
happening again to-day

the authorities in charge
of monitoring
are asleep at the wheel
and are not enforcing
their regulatory spiel

Tepco has got some explaining to do
as to why they've let the leaking ensue
Fukishima is their disgrace
over a long period of time
they've let nuclear material
leak into the air and sea space
and it continues to go on...
nuclear particles not been contained
contaminating for hundreds of years
the half life of this scourge
last for eons

but a few months ago
a report did surface
saying that more nuclear material
from Fukishima did flow
folks in the near and far proximity
of the power station
will ever be asking questions
of the nuclear authorities
with regards to not following
safety regulations

they're failing in their duty of care
to their fellow man
seas and animals
and the lands
the news is never good
where the leaking of nuclear material
is concerned
the energy providers
of the world
must be accountable
for the blight
they impose
on the natural world

she is
a very naughty girl
she never follows
policy to the letter
she always
does the wrong thing
she needs some discipline
she's proficient
at defying the law
she knows not how
to get the message
she doesn't
listen intently enough
she fills many charge sheets
with her misconduct
she is a girl
with a streak of wickedness
she has all the hallmarks
of someone who is naughty

I speak of Ursula
in the above list of bad deeds
and there is a hope
that her bad deeds
can be quickly remedied

the hand of an authority figure
will bring her back into line
as she has too often
strayed from that line

whence appropriate corrections
are implemented
all her behavioral problems
shall be circumvented

then and only then
a change will eventuate
and she'll no longer
be showing her bad traits

really naughty girls
such as Ursula
can become more like
a pleasant seaside peninsula

watching her radical transformation
shall be a sight to see
so we'll keep our eyes focused
on what Ursula shall soon be

our love had becalmed
there was no stirring of eagerness
everything between us stilled
like an unoccupied address

we were in a neap tide
where we didn't gel
we were in an inert
inactive spell

with our affections
so unmoving
we weren't going to be
gyrating and grooving

the treacle syrup we shared
evaporated in the lulling air
nothing of love's tasty morsel
did we ever again square

oh yeah
oh yeah
that old neap tide
was the reason
why our love
did divide

the world's population
went looking for heroes
and perchance they found
those very heroes

the heros were the
net zero heroes
who had a no concept
of being real heroes

the heroes but a destructive
mob
who introduced a costly
energy hob

the heroes weren't heroes
no not at all  
yet they professed to be
heeding a noble call

around the planet
electricity issues arose
whereupon the lights
fast dimmed on the heroes

the world's population
went looking for heroes
and perchance they found
but inept heroes

where does the gravel come from
how can the sea but move
for many thunderous miles
the shells and rocks so smooth
and lay them as one on the beach
for two hundred yards or more
amid the cleanest and softest of sand

there's some half the size of a pea
of yellow brown and white
the black ones mixed in with the grey
truly a colorful sight
some striped some orange some green
but the one which seems all too few
is the color that's always my favorite
when will I find one of blue

those who've wandered for years
on beaches all around the land
will know of the longing frustration
a blue one to have in the hand
they're in all the fish ponds and maybe
it's paint which gives them their hue
but surely dear old mother nature
could knock out a few colored blue

tomorrow I'll go out again
in the beautiful glow of the dawn
wander for miles on a search
to see if my blue one has been born
holding on grim to the faith
akin to a clover of four
I know that in the sand there
is a glorious blue one for my score

joyful event
an infant is born

a family blessed
life continues

his future seeds
carrying hopes
for new beginnings

a new career opportunity
has come Tom's way
and it shall pay him well
for many a day

some have said he's left
his run too late
but this vocation is of
the right time and date

you may ask what Tom
is going to pursue
if you hang around for a minute
I shall tell you

his tennis coach says
he's got potential
to become an older player
with fine credentials

Tom sharping
his ball tossing skills
and doing a lot of baseline
and net drills

he's been working
on his serving technique
so too on backhand shots
which are so oblique

the over fifties
singles title is his aim
which he hopes to win
with great acclaim

his coach reckons
he perform well in the competition
as he has the right attitude
and volition

Tom's entered tournaments
here and overseas
the ones on grass courts
he'll take out with ease

he's confident the tennis circuit
is where he belongs
his first match will take place
in Hong Kong

Tom has signed
a sponsorship deal with Wilson
all of their racquets
and tennis equipment he proudly don

Tony Roche has offered him
his valuable support
as he embarks on his tour
of world tennis courts

the pages of our New Year book
shall plot the course we all took*
these stories beginning in a short while
they'll be part of our day to day profile

unfolding the annual cycle's narration
on each leaf a personal explanation
happenings chronicled as memories
that are written in our autobiographies

2017 fast approaches on the clock
a period of celebration and of shock
is fortune or misfortune to be ours
*as we await those fresh time hours

as the New Year
is fast drawing near
one shall be making
a resolution for that year
the resolution I shall make
isn't yet quite clear
but I will make one
as the New Year draws near

one year I was going
to watch my weight
and go on a diet so I could
fit through the cow shed gate
but that resolution
went by the wayside
and my backside is still
fifteen axe handles wide

is making a New Year's
resolution mandatory
or can I exclude it
from my history
with so many resolutions
I've made in the past
none have ever
being made to last

buying the operator off
is such a bonzer
notion
the whiff of currency
ensuring lofty
promotion

money does the talking
at that particular
place
speaking ever so crudely
was an utter
disgrace

but a most unfortunate
day would soon
arrive
when the wallet ran
out of paying
contrive

the avarice shown by
ye collecting
master
knew no end in its
voracious
caster

once he'd extracted
every bit of
cash
he moved onto the
next aspirant's
stash

as night's drape drew in
the last calls of birds were heard
singing a farewell
to another passing day
on dusk's dark shadow nearing

there is a big storm
to the south east of our township
the thunder is rolling
across the skies like a loud whip

as it nears the lightning
appears in repeated sheets
they have much voltage
within their bright cleats

soon the clouds shall send down
a wetting irrigation
to fill the gullies and rivers
with needed precipitation

intensity builds in the thunder
as the minutes tick by
of its resounding
there's a strengthening ply

first drops now fall upon
the corrugated tin roof
they are pelting down
with a solid volume of proof

such a grouse sound
to the ear is the rain
for we've had little of it
around our town's terrain

this patch of earth shall be
so fresh in the dawn
after the drenching
the night skies did spawn

no blazing sting
the summer sun hasn't displayed
no blazing sting
there's been little heat in its biting
milder temps have so arrayed
prevailing as the days played
no blazing sting

the partition was posted
almost two years ago
and it stated that a super pair
of creators had to go

lots of folks signed it
lending their ample backing
for he who wanted
the upper echelon's racking

those who aided him have
all been well forgot
yet at the time they were
so expedient to his plot

once he'd achieved
the cardinal's goal
no longer was there a purpose
for a little fish shoal

taking advantage of others
is his kind of game
using they who are wet behind
the ears tame

everyone of them summoned
to do his bidding
and in this salient narration
there's no kidding

a backwash is felt
the backwash from other lands

there are troubles
in lands afar
which shall affect
us in some way
the backwash reaches us
each and everyday

the constant barrage
of armory being used in foreign lands
machine guns and tracer rounds
in war mongers hands
terrorists
parading
a
national from different
land's shore
to be beheaded
which leave a grieving sore

the starvation
which is ever present
in the lands where the soils
bring forth few spoils

though we are remote
in our own lands
we feel the events
that are ongoing
in those many overseas lands

the backwash is a reminder
to us all
that the rest of the world
isn't isolated
by an unfeeling
wall

the creative juices
hath ebbed away
there is none
to put on display

a spell of dryness
hath taken hold
there will be no offerings
to be written bold

the situation
is most extreme
this position
doth make one scream

for a word to be placed
upon the page
yet none appear
it's such an outrage

the creative juices
hath gone into recess
and the poetess
hath need to confess

in the morrow
a verbiage bonanza
may dawn
but until then
all looks
forlorn

if you give donations
to a political candidate
this will obtain favors for you
which so satiate

Mrs Clinton doth wish to become
the next Whitehouse resident
with the largesse of George Soros
she'll be under his cash compliment

***** deals and corruption
will spread like veritable wild fires
as Mrs Clinton is held
captive to power hungry desires

the American people
are the ones who'll have the final say
as the 2016 Demorcratic Presidential candidate
is thoroughly swept away

George and other wealthy donors might find
that they've backed the wrong nag
should they put their wads of money
in Hilary's nomination bag

one Clinton in the Whitehouse
proved to be one too many
and if donors are smart with their bucks
on Mrs Clinton's campaign they'll spend not a penny

FBI agents will have Hillary
on a piece of toast
the revelations in her emails
their roasting oast

indictments for a log of illegalities
the law of the land catching her
with an appropriate measure
of judicious penalties

America's lady President
downed before her first term ends
amongst the patriotic citizenry
she'll have few friends

impeachment warranted
by the proof so positive
which will shed a light
on her in the negative

The Clinton Foundation
and its unexplained money trail
who were the beneficiaries
of the pay dirt's pail

she'll be found out
once and for all
the illicit nature of her dealings
being a note worthy fall

nothing is okay
we've drifted apart
nothing is okay
you've been out with a ****
nothing is okay
our feelings have gone
nothing is okay
time to move on

we were never going to
paper over the cracks
they'll remain
an open sore
no love do we have left
it's gone out the door
you lusted for a *****
you lusted for her real bad
I found out that you
were a rotten cad

nothing is okay
we've drifted apart
nothing is okay
you've been out with a ****
nothing is okay
our feelings have gone
nothing is okay
time to move on

we're no longer
going to be a happy team
for your fooling around
has destroyed our love dream
the day you took that ****
in your arms
that was the day
our love fell apart

nothing is okay
it's all turned into a pile of ****
we're finished
we're through
now we'll just call it quits

She wrote a sonnet but she got it wrong
Proper syllable count her lines ne'er had
Twas a shocking sight really rather bad
Her shoddy work should have been given the gong
She put it out there for all to peruse
The skilled sonnet writers had a look
Her display they rated as verily crook
The format of it did of her confuse
She had not a deft quill like the bard Bill
Her specimen would have disgusted him
Particular twas he about his form
She produced a sonnet which didn't thrill
Its appearance twas definitely grim
Her syllable structure twas not uniform