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Saturday, August 31, 2013

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

Friday, August 30, 2013

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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."

Monday, August 26, 2013

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

Sunday, August 25, 2013

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




Saturday, August 24, 2013

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