September Heights

if you kiss a frog
expect disappointment a
prince it does not make



keep this up and you
will turn into a frog and
the mirror will crack!




i have never tried
to eat frogs legs even though
ma mere est francaise



a politician
must eat things he does not like
re diplomacy

For The Weekend

Liberals In Love..

Starring
The Liberal Party Leader  (Tony Abbot )  And Deputy Leader (Julie Bishop)
Kevin Rudd ( Prime Minister), Rupert Murdoch  (Media King of Australia) and Shakespeare
My apologies to Will for massacring Macbeth and for imposing the present company upon his august memory.

Dverse; Poetry Jam; 3WW

" Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of the that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart"

Step out with Shakespeare
Beat the Blues
Let the wind caress your sails
Step into the breeze
Let your ears fill
with the Siren's song



" Come you spirits
That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here"

Just because she is wearing white she thinks
we are stepping down the aisle

" Curses! not loud but deep, mouth -honour breath"
( WTF ...Stifling suppressed laughter! ) 




" screw your courage to the sticking place
And we'll not fail"




" I would while it was smiling in my face
Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums
And dash'd the brains out"
Fearless!



" Out , damned spot! out, I say!"




"Something wicked this way comes"
" Is this a dagger I see before me?" 
Back Off Bozo!




" I am scribbled form drawn with a pen upon parchment "
To think my words have come to this
" Macbeth shall never vanquish'd be "
 A pox on Rallentanda!How could I have ever anticipated this!




NO is not a word in your repertoire -obviously
You know what?
I am not your " sticking place"
 Hands Off!




A suppository!
My Kingdom for a suppository!

"Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing"





" What need we fear who knows it,when none can call our power to account"
Wah wah wah we gotcha diary!



HA HA HA
I am the power down here Babes
King maker - that's me!
I love Tony
It has nothing to do with his budgie smugglers either!
" Fair is foul, and foul is fair."




" from this moment
The very firstlings of my heart"
Fast and loose
Smug and serene
" Let not light see my black and deep desires"

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" Good things of day begin to droop and drowse;
While night's black agents to their preys do rouse."

OMG  when I get in - how am I going to get her OUT!




"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale."

I Love A Sunburnt Country

sorry boat people
you'll be playing ball and bat
Papuan cricket




Don't be a dingbat
The wide brown land is for me
Not for you wombat

Haiku Heights

she's just an old bat
undeserving of your love
a bad tattoo joke




let's play straight bat here
chemical war is murder
most foul and evil



he flew at her throat
like a bat straight out of hell
happy families

Mary Ditches The Lamb

 you, can fly Mary
Painting by Judith Clay
dverse

you can fly mary
and where is your little lamb
left crying at home

is b for balloon
or b for big bad boyfriend
bonzo boy named b

you are flying now
but soon you will crash mary
b is big trouble

he's a heart breaker
b grafitti everywhere
wont make him love you

you can b balloons
tattoo bs on your body
fly sky b banners

it will come to nought
wear a hard helmet mary
you will fall head first

go back to your lamb
before it is too late dear
b bs are bad news

The Child's Garden Of Verses

The Land Of Counterpane
Robert Louis Stevenson

When I was sick and lay-a-bed
I had two pillows at my head
and all my toys beside me lay
to keep me happy all the day

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed clothes through the hills

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets,
Or brought my trees and scribbles out
And plant cities all about

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow hill.
And sees before him dale and plain
The pleasant land of counterpane

For The Weekend

555

 dverse: 55FFF

he caught the wrong bus
555 is the bus to nowhere
389 is the bus to somewhere
except it feels like nowhere
no matter where it ends up

so you may as well walk 
go for a surf, eat pork sausages
date blondes, drink booze,
play country hick music

Australian Visions And Nana Mouskouri

dverse, haiku heights, poetry jam, 3ww










There is a Federal election coming up soon on the 7th of September. We hear a lot about visions for Australia's future.

Hi Bun






Oz needs a fresh start
different way of doing things
vote Rall to change things

try to remember 
the seventh of september
a day of mourning

What has Nana Mouskouri
got to do with oz elections?
Nothing.

She used to sing a
one hit wonder song
about September
in the olden days of the1970s

Some of you with sadistic Mums
might remember them singing
the September song to you
when you were babes in arms

That is the only connection
apart from the fact
there
are
a lot
of Greeks
living
in Melbourne

                                                                                The Greens Party
second highest population outside of Greece
and one of the reasons our Melbournian Cosmo
is occasionally mistaken for a Greek Adonis
unlike South Australian oldegg
who is often mistaken for a benign lettuce












Nana Mouskouri
now lives in a showcase
in the British Museum
along side Dodos
and other extinct animals




























Smirks!

Just because I dress up as a pirate,it  does not mean I am irrational or have lost my marbles.

VISIONS FOR AUSTRALIA







snorkers and beer
moet and oysters
pureau and ruskis
lamingtons and linguini
concerto grossi meets indie
vision no. 1

George Fred scats with fat  boy slim
violins and akubras
orchestras and boy bands
counterpoint meets counter culture
utes and porsches
bidets and long drops
vision no. 2

cockatoos squawking poetry
'if music be the food of love                  
play on dickhead'
off jokes and literary pearls
with 2 part inventions
opals  and orchids thrown into the mix
vision no. 3
 
roses and cabbages
redbacks in gum boots
rednecks and redheads
billabongs and basho
chamber music becomes you
along with budgie smugglers
and thongs
vision no.4



Kevin is the present born again if only briefly  Prime Minister. Julia Gillard former Prime Minister lost her footing on the prow and went down with the ship. TSK RED HEADS and HYPERBOWL! Some say he pushed her. Understandably ...she cannot pronounce hyperbole .

 
















Kev is also a Tin Tin look alike, a Queenslander and a practising Anglican.      








                                                      

roots                                                     
cultural roots
aussies must acknowledge
cherished  roots
suicide blondes
dark roots
boots and scoots


vision no 5

rip curls ritornello
flannel and lace
thongs and gucci
shark nets with holes
in shades of true blue
eclectic, diverse
embellish our souls
vision no 6

each dish in life's rich smorgasbord
rissoled , sausage rolled, meat pied
and melded creates the official
Oz Identity Stamp
 in  RALLs  vision for
an even more surreal Australia.



A testament to Dave Dada , Ernie Dingo
Barry Baroque,Hi Wanka Art, Lynn Guistics
Roy Ratbag,  Bruce Bludger, Gary Galah and Bob GFY Katter

 Tony Abbot is the leader of the Liberal Party and a conservative Roman Catholic.He wears budgie smugglers.He also claims to be a suppository. It is the only election statement he has made that the Labor Party agrees with.








budgie smugglers




Bob looks distinctly sullen for most of the time, He secretly would like to be James Bond.



The name is Bob
Bob Katter

                                                                         


Bob Katter of the Aussie Bloke's Huntin' and Fishin'
No Poofs Party  hails from the DEEP NORTH (Northern Queensland!) 

YOU HAVE BEEN WATCHING AUSTRALIAN POLITICS .
CIRCUS ENTERTAINMENT FOR YOUNG AND OLD ALIKE 

Followed by Crime Capers with Inspecteur Hercule Cosmopolitano Poireau

 

Sunday Night In Sydney

                                                                                                                  Thank God It's Friday!

Dverse Poets United