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SCAVENGER ON THE RIM by Elizabeth Squires

9/5/2010

Prey tracked relentlessly pursued
Mass of zebra whacked,pulverized to the ground
Powerful jaws employed, in the gruesome kill
Throat of prey exposed,oozing scarlet gash

Lion consumes a bloating portion for himself
An uninvited hyena joins in
Snarls and snappy retorts go between the two
Hyena knows the borders, at Natures Table with master king

Both delight in the zebras ample flesh,it's sweet warm entrails
Tongues probe every nook,teeth gnaw sinew of zebra's carcass
Receptors alert savouring each tasty morsel
Maximum flavour gained

Above in stark glare filled skies
Anticipating crows circle frenzy intense
Hungering craw needing needing
Squawking to announce arrival

Descending in unison,blanketing the zebra's carcass
Bones scoured their feeding begins
Beaks rending,picking with scrupulousness
Instinctful urges satisfied,welcome sustenance

At Natures all too thinly spread table
Each creature knows it's place
Crow has a place reserved
Scavenger on the rim

SHE'S A BEAUTY by Elizabeth Squires

9/3/2010

She's a beauty so splendid and rare
She has a crown of auburn hair
Her smile lights the hours of the day
Her warmth carries me away

I love her
I love her
I do
She's a darling through and through

I love her
I love her
I do
She has the grace of a rainbow dew

She's the bell that rings in me
She's the one who fills me with glee
Her aura has a lovely appeal
Her heart has my approval seal

I love her
I love her
I do
She's a darling through and through

I love her
I love her
I do
She has the grace of a rainbow dew

POET OH POET by Elizabeth Squires

9/3/2010

Poet
Oh poet
Artisan
Of the message
Superbly designing
Images and mind moods
At a loss mankind would be
Without your adroit impressions
We rejoice in your word creativity
Poet master craftsman sculptor of the page

THE ROLLING STONES by Elizabeth Squires

9/3/2010

There is an old band of bones
Known as The Rolling Stones
They're still rocking and shaking
Eventhough their backs are breaking
You've got to hand it to The Stones,for rocking and shaking their old bones

CRESTFALLEN THE PICK by Elizabeth Squires

9/1/2010

crestfallen the pick
this day all it's energy
has floated away

THE POETRY CONTEST AND ME by Elizabeth Squires

9/1/2010

The Voicesnet poetry contest and me
Have a reasonably long history
I've entered it several times
With some really dreadful lines

No wonder the judges have marked me down
When my verse reminds them of a clown
Well I've discovered the standard is high
And I'll never reach it, cause I'm a vertical challenge guy

Anyway you can only do your best
And this Aussie bard isn't well blessed
By the way I've got to run and catch the post
I'm entering a contest to dine with a ghost

I'll catch you all later on
I can feel a song coming on

CATERING by Elizabeth Squires

8/9/2010

Us
Aussies
Reckon we'll
Be able to do
The catering job
On the day the good lord
Returns to sort us all out
A numbers system will apply
At the canteen our principal guest
Will be fed first,so do please be patient

SIDE LINE LIZ by Elizabeth Squires

8/8/2010

There once was a woman named Liz
Who had a side line biz
Selling off the back of the truck goods
Mostly video machines and range hoods
Making good with her biz was side line Liz

ESCAPE by Elizabeth Squires

8/7/2010

Reverse Ethere

I'd like to break out of this small hick town
Unfurl my wings and fly with sparrows
Constricting is this iron cage
Gasping for air new vistas
I'm feeling entombed
life passes me by
plans must be made
to hightail
from here
soon

THOROUGHBRED NAMED MACK by Elizabeth Squires

8/6/2010

There once was a thoroughbred named Mack
Who regularly ran of the track
So he'd follow in the right direction
His steering gear needed a bit of correction
Mack would've stuck to the course, but for his gear been divorced

MOMMA TOLD ME by Elizabeth Squires

8/6/2010

when I was a fresh faced girl
momma told me don't play with trash
cause trash will ruin your world

now that I'm grown I understand
what momma was saying
when she told me child
don't go playing

I meet a guy in Ralstonville
he promised me he'd treat me well
all his promises were but a veneer
cause he'd bash me night after night

and I stayed and stayed
thinking he'd see the light
hoping he'd be contrite

momma momma
your fresh faced girl
momma momma
she's seen ruin in her world

UNCONTESTABLE WILL by Elizabeth Squires

8/5/2010

There once was a man named Gill
Who left an uncontestable will
To his loyal dog Harry he bequeathed everything
And his fairweather relatives got nothing
No dill was Gill for leaving an uncontestable will

WOMAN FROM GOVE by Elizabeth Squires

8/4/2010

There once was a woman from Gove
Who showed no interest in using the stove
Her attitude towards the appliance, didn't please her hubby
So he ordered her to remove herself, from their cosy cubby
Had she of had a change in attitude,hubby would have shown some latitude

SOFTLY HE WHISPERED by Elizabeth Squires

8/4/2010

softly he whispered
his words of love
as his feelings
flew up above

softly he whispered
of his heart true
the truest heart
ever so true

softly he whispered
more softly yet
of the love
he'd never regret

softly he whispered
for love to arrive
so his soft whispering
would come alive

softly he whispered
of his deep love
softly he whispered
for a dainty dove

LAZY DAISY by Elizabeth Squires

8/31/2010

There once was a cow named Daisy
Who milked a little lazy
The dairy farmer dimissed her
For being such a slack milker
So long Daisy, I've no room for the lazy

OUR PLANET by Elizabeth Squires

8/31/2010

Our
Planet
Has too many
Ever willing
Men reeking horrors
The peace dove is shunned
His wings clipped favouring
Power oppression tyranny and greed
In future times our planet will
Beseech more loudly for accord and harmony

THE WHITE WINTER BRIDE by Elizabeth Squires

8/31/2010

the white winter bride
hung her long skirt over the
virginal woodlands

THE SEASON OF LOVE by Elizabeth Squires

8/31/2010

the season of love
is in full swing birds are doing
the connection thing

A STAR WHO COULD HAVE GONE FAR by Elizabeth Squires

8/30/2010

There once was a movie idol named James Dean
Who lit up the silver screen
His flame of stardom burnt all too brief
When an untimely accident bought him to grief
James Dean's star could have gone far,but for a sports car

BALLAD OF THUNDERBOLT by Elizabeth Squires

8/30/2010

Thunderbolt was a bushranger
And a gentleman at that
He rode The New England Ranges
In a wide brimmed hat

From Tenterfield to Uralla
His exploits were well known
Stealing the best of horse flesh
The ones with pace in their bones

He was a cunning fellow
Avoiding the constabulary
Hiding in farm houses
With his friends and family

On the road to Tamworth
He was cornered at a granite outcrop
And met his fatal end
In the form of a gun shot

Outside Uralla on The New England Highway
The rock where he was shot bears his name to-day