Monday, May 22, 2017

They Call This Murphy's Law

Life for you it is not kind you keep drawing the short straw
Another unpleasant no luck day they call this Murphy's Law
The factory you worked in with the liquidator from them you have drawn your last pay
It has been awhile since the lady of luck has been smiling your way
With a wife and three young children to support and luck not on your side
Any welfare from the government will not do anything for your sense of pride
Tomorrow you begin your search for a job start in a town where jobs are few
But life's trials and tribulations to you are nothing new
When luck it is not with you in life it is hard to win
And the will to battle on against the odds it does come from within
More bad news for you today to take home to your wife
All you can do is live in hope for better things in life
Once again luck not on your side you have drawn the short straw
More bad news for you today they call this Murphy's Law.

The Young Men Of The Sixties

The young men of the sixties where are they today
Some of them forever in cemeteries lay
Some of them looking wrinkled and showing time's decay
Some of them grand or great grandparents and some of them single and childless did stay
Some of them with their one true love for life
And some of them divorced with their second or third wife
Many years beyond their physical prime
We all eventually become victims of time
And as is said of time for anyone it does not wait
And hope is for the better with those in hope who keep faith
The young men of the sixties their best years long gone
And their children are aging and time is ticking on
Some growing old in their hometowns and some growing old far away
And some forever at rest where dead people lay.

Warrnambool's Greatest Sculptor

Ross Altmann is Warrnambool's greatest sculptor his sculpting are on display far and wide
He is not a fellow into self promotion though in his work he is one who takes pride
His stone sculpting to say the least amazing and any of his sculpting not exactly the same
A man devoted to his natural talents he has worked hard for to make for himself a name
Not a member of any group of artists though as a sculptor he is widely known
The best at what he does in Warrnambool and the Moyne Shire one can say of him in a class of his own
He is never seen at any artists parties and his own praises he never does sing
Big Ross he is a humble quiet achiever and true to himself one who does his own thing
A muscular tall and broad shouldered fellow in his fifties one few has ever seen in a suit and tie
Honest and honorable in his ways and always truthful he would not know how for to tell a lie
He does not need to boast his marvelous stone sculpting says more of him than words could ever say
He is not one for to rest on his laurels he works hard at his creations every day
Ross Altmann is Warrnambool's greatest sculptor yet he is one who is free of conceit
He does not need to boast his work speaks for him and a more humble man one could not wish to meet.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Though You Are Not Famous And Wealthy

Though you are not famous and wealthy and seen as a financial success
You are one of the town's more honorable people since others you have no wish to impress
You help anyone in need of your help and you live as generous and kind
And for to seek the plaudits of others you will never be that way inclined
One of the town's quiet achievers your praises others never sing
You are one who likes helping others and self promotion is not your thing
Your type of person worth admiring since for others you genuinely do care
The World needs more people like you with kindness and love for to share
In people like you there is hope for humanity in your words you never put anyone down
A credit to your mother and father and an asset to your side of the town
So humble and so unassuming but having said this sad to say
That down to earth unpretentious people are not the heroines and heroes of today
But the good not into self promotion since goodness only comes from within
And you carry on as you are doing making the Human World better to live in.

Life For Many

Life for many is not easy it does seem this way
For those who have some new challenge to face every day
Where some are hungry and homeless and some are financially down
Not many smiling faces on the poor side of the town
In the suburb of the working poor where many are dependent on welfare
Where the wealthiest person is not anywhere near a millionaire
Many feeling suicidal and struggling in life
Who would wish to live in the suburb where poverty is rife
The people the politicians never wish to befriend
That to care for the poor side of town they don't even pretend
Since they realize that on poverty street few vote on election day
On poverty they do not have anything for to say
It is hard for to smile when you are doing it tough
Unemployed and homeless and living and sleeping rough.

I Loved Claraghatlea Then

The Winters were cold and windy and wet
And the fields often gray with frost something i remember yet
And cattle in the farmyard sheds often bellowing for silage or hay
In the place i was raised in from here far away

But i loved Claraghatlea then and i always will
That green old Town-land in view of Clara Hill
Where i would be a stranger to many today
But love of place until death with me will stay

Claraghatlea is a beautiful place in the Spring
When on leafy groves and hedgerows the wild nesting birds do sing
The cattle out of wintering sheds gaining weight by the day
And the hawthorns cloaked white in their blooms of the May

My heritage to anyone i never deny
But this to most people would also apply
For as long as the breath of life it is in me
A Claraghatlea fellow i always will be

The Summer seldom did pass without days of rain
And in wet Summer weather for farmers no financial gain
In late Autumn the shortening days often wet and windy and i can recall
The deciduous trees their brown leaves shedding in the cool of the Fall

Brown storm water babbling in every stream, rill and drain
And Finnow flowing bank high swollen by heavy rain
But i loved Claraghatlea then and i always will
That green old Town-land in view of Clara Hill.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

A Natural Beauty

A natural beauty to view that is free
The beauty of Nature is all around me
A beauty to us that is always near
On every Season and every day of the year
In Nature new lessons to learn every day
We learn as we live only true for to say
My wonderment of her only seems to grow
Yet so little of her ways i can claim to know
The one with incomparable magical power
Who from a tiny seed can grow a beautiful flower
Nature for many is a source of joy
Though greedy humans for financial gain some of her beauty destroy
In city and town parks and in the countryside
The beauty of Nature it is Worldwide.

Arrogant People

They feel so superior on others they look down
Arrogant people control every town
Many may see them as leaders but self interest in them is strong
And their feeling of superiority they do not see as wrong
Arrogant people are not publicity shy
For to be known and loved they give it their best try
Into self promotion in quite a big way
They do like to be in the news every day
Arrogant people control every street
They feel so empowered in their own self conceit
One can say of them they are how they seem
As people who never lack in self esteem
They feel so superior on others looking down
The arrogant people who control every town.

With Ask What You Can Do For Your Country

With ask what your can do for your Country many may agree
Though this does sound quite nationalistic to me
A saying that does have it's roots in patriotic pride
Since so many people for their Country fighting in wars have died

But ask what you can do for your aged widowed neighbor her husband long dead
Living quite poor on a pension with tough times of her ahead
By mowing her overgrown garden you could help her in this way
Out of the goodness of your heart without asking for pay

Ask what you can do for your Country may seem full of insight
But to cynical me it just does not seem right
I ask what you can do for those who are doing it tough
Who are hungry and homeless and sleeping rough

With ask what you can do for your Country many would agree Worldwide
And many who have loved their Country fighting for it in wars have died
But you can love your Country by helping those of your help in need
And on so doing for your future good Karma you are planting the seed.

Friday, May 19, 2017

I Am Learning Of Nature

I am of the fields where the rushes in clusters do grow
Home of the badger the rook and the silver backed crow
Where the white river Finnow To the Blackwater winds it's way slow
As on towards Drishane with a soft babble it does flow
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a young boy
And learning of her ways today i do enjoy
We learn as we live as the wise one does say
And of Nature i learn something new every day
Far south of Millstreet Town where i went to primary school
In this coastal countryside by the City of Warrnambool
Home to corella, echidna, koala and gray kangaroo
And the big dark brown parrot known as yellow tailed black cockatoo
Thousands of kilometers by sky from the waterways of the brown trout
I am learning of Nature in this Land of the south.

Jim And Shania

Shania the border collie sits by the garden gate
In the evening for her master Jim to come home from work she does patiently wait
And at his arrival she barks in delight
At what to her is always a welcoming sight

Though he did have a partner for a while in his life
Jim in his late twenties does not have a wife
But Shania to him does remain a true friend
In their love for their masters dogs never pretend

Whenever in the town park i do see Jim
Shania his faithful three years old black and white is always with him
He throws the tennis ball she returns it to him at speed
To love to play ball games is in her breed

Your dog's love for you is unrequited since dogs cannot pretend
A friend who will love you till her or his life will end
And since dogs to their loyalties and feelings never do lie
Shania will love Jim till the day she does die

Every evening for her master she waits at the garden gate
And the sight of Jim such excitement in her does create
In Shania Jim does have a true friend for life
A far more dependable friend than any partner or wife.

Kirkstall In May

As healthy and lush as they ever have been
The paddocks of Kirkstall today looking green
In the late southern Autumn Winter nearing with each passing day
The weather quite cool and wet even for May
A forecast high for the day of sixteen degrees
With just a few showers and only a slight breeze
Yet with this sort of weather you won't hear farmers complain
Since after a warm and dry Summer the countryside does need rain
The Summer has gone and with her took her wildflowers
But Kirkstall looks lush and green in the late Autumn showers
The sheep putting on weight in grass to their knees
And few leaves yet brown on the deciduous trees
And the calendar Winter is not far away
Near the end of the Autumn in Kirkstall in May.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

So Many Would Like

So many would like for to go back in time
For to live again in their physical prime
But the past for us is only a memory
And we cannot physically return to the what used to be
People grow older and time ticks away
And every dawning brings us nearer to our lives final day
The old have their wisdom the young have their youth
And mortality for us remains as a truth
At the stroke of midnight today will be gone
And the now is all that does matter and time does tick on
Of the what used to be only memories remain
Physically we cannot return to the past again
Time it does not wait it just ticks on and on
We live in the now and yesterday has gone.

Old Johnny

Balding gray haired and wrinkled face he is showing his years
Old Johnny for his past he does not have any tears
A Vietnam war veteran growing old without children a partner or wife
He often does say that war has ruined his life
Though this is going back some five decades in time
He was in Vietnam in his physical prime
To have been a soldier he now does regret
And his experiences in war he would rather forget
He sold his war medals for to buy beer
He does enjoy the barroom banter and cheer
Not proud of his war record of him one can say
Old Johnny he has known of a better day
On Saturday night in the pub's hour of song
He is always happy in the sing along.

Old Ben

You may be decades past your youthful elan
And close to the end of the average human life span
But for as long as you are feeling mentally and physically okay
And the Reaper of lives is not reaping your way
Feel happy to make the most of every day
Since you will be forever where dead people lay
Old Ben the oldest patron at the local pub he is ninety three
He does love his beer and enjoys the barroom revelry
A great grandfather twenty years ago he lost Kate his wife
He often says for as long as i can i will hang on to life
For his love of life him i can only admire
Though he too will die for death he feels no desire
He wants to live on for as long as he can
And die without pain as a very old man.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

True Greatness

True greatness does not come from the barrel of a gun
Or of the medals you have won or of how fast you can run
Or of the size of your home or your new car
Or of how wealthy and famous a person you are

You cannot be great if to the feelings of others you are blind
For greatness is only of the compassionate and kind
The people who have love in them with others are willing to share
They depict what is greatness and their sort are rare

They are not great people those who abuse their power
Like the weeds of the garden who stifle every flower
On their climb to so called greatness they have dragged others down
There are many casualties on the hill to renown

Your idea of what greatness is quite different to mine
As different as whiskey it does taste from wine
Your heroes and heroines are not so to me
Suppose for to differ we have to agree

We all have our role models one must suppose
So many admire people with lots of money wearing expensive clothes
As for me my heroes and heroines are loving, caring and kind
And to help those in need of their helping are readily inclined.

The Strong Boy Of The Schoolyard

Far north of this countryside near Warrnambool
In the mid to late fifties in Millstreet Town i went to primary school
Years later one who would prove himself a man among men
Humphrey Kelleher was the strong boy of the schoolyard back then

Humphrey as a young teenager full of youthful elan
As a boy tall and sturdy and as strong as a man
Not gentle or shy but not a bully in any way
Yet any boy who tested his might had some price for to pay

Such as a few missing teeth, black eyes and bloodied nose
Though Humphrey as a boy did not wish for to make for himself foes
As a champion young male of the schoolyard sometimes his title he had to defend
And that there are always pretenders why even pretend

The strong boy of the Tanyard grew into a giant of a man broad shouldered and tall
And as a full back he made a name for himself for Cork and Millstreet in Gaelic Football
Michael O' Hehir the famed sports commentator once said to honor Humphrey's renown
There ought to be a monument built to him in Millstreet Town

Humphrey Kelleher the strong boy of the schoolyard of Millstreet in the late fifties is at rest today
He has returned to Mother Earth as some do like to say
Though the breath of life from his mortal body has gone
In all who knew him great memories of him living on.

We Breathe The Same Air

We all live in the same World and breathe the same air
Though life as we know on everyone is not fair
So many are born into bad circumstance
And of any success in life does stand little chance

Yet that everyone is equal only true for to say
In that for us all there is a last night and day
The one who makes equal the great and the small
To the scythe of life's reaper the wealthy and famous must fall

In a World where there is no shortage of fish, bread, milk and meat
None should have to go hungry without food to eat
And everybody should have a nice home to live in
But sadly everyone has not been born to win

It is so sad to think and not at all right
That millions of homeless people are sleeping rough tonight
The people whose praises none ever does sing
For to live hungry, poor and homeless must be a horrible thing

In some ways we all are equal since we breathe the same air
Though for those born into disadvantage life is not fair
But that eventually we all become equals is not a lie
Since we are born as mortals and mortals do die.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

A Tiny Voice Within

I have written a lot of easy to write rhyme
Since nineteen seventy three more than four decades of time
And every time i consider giving rhyming away
A tiny voice within me says do not call it a day
Just carry on rhyming for as long as you live
Since pleasure to a few with your words you may give
And it hardly does matter if your rhymes with you die
To say writing rhymes brings you pleasure is not telling a lie
You have lived the most of your given time span
In ten years from now you will be an old man
So with rhyming words do continue to play
And try to make the most of every day
Your best days in life may be in the long gone
But true to your calling do keep on rhyming on.

There Ought Not To Be A Place

The Human World is not or will never be in need
Of people who judge others by their race or their creed
Far too many of those in their thinking quite small
Whose idea of a fair go does not include a fair go for all

For racism and xenophobia there ought not to be a place
There are good and bad people of every color and race
Red is the blood we are born with and bleed
We all are mutations of the one seed

Those among people who choose for to differentiate
Mistrust and racism only create
Love of self and others they never of will know
Since their minds are lacking of the inner glow

Though many with such thinking may not agree
I can make the World a better World to live in by by becoming a better me
But it is quite a sad thing is how it seems to be
To think that the World of racists and racism may never be free.

Monday, May 15, 2017

The Bowmans Of Koroit

Music and song is always their thing
The Bowmans of Koroit were born to sing
A branch of the Irish of them one can say
For to sing and play music with them of life is a way
The Bowmans of Koroit love music and song
To an old Celtic cultural trdition they do belong
To strong links to Ireland their family history they can trace
In the Moyne shire any Bowman is not a stranger's face
Most people in the Moyne shire with Bowman blood in them love to entertain
The genes of music and song inherited from their ancestors in them does remain
Of more of their sort the Human World is in need
Of happiness they help for to plant the seed
For music and song they are known far and wide
The Bowmans of Koroit of the Moyne Shire countryside.

It May Be A Winners Human World

It may be a winners Human World after all
But i feel happy that my life's greatest achievement is small
Compared to the achievements of many of the wealthy whose success for others meant poverty
That so many are hungry and stateless and homeless is not because of me
She or he quite a greedy one the known multi millionaire
Who with those doing it tough is not willing to share
That there are so many greedy people in the World is not any surprise
But that they cannot take their money to the cemetery with them they fail to realize
Since i know i will die with very little money to my name
For the millions in dire poverty in the World i cannot take the blame
Though for making of a better World to live in for others i too some part can play
By from one in need of helping not turning away
It well may be a winner's Human World after all
But i do not feel unhappy that my biggest achievement is small.

Eileen Tucker

As teenagers from Ballydaly to and from the convent school in Millstreet Town
The undulating Millstreet Rathmore Road they cycled up and down
The blond haired look alike Tucker twin sisters Noreen and Eileen
They possessed rare beauty seldom to be seen

Sad news out of Ballydaly Eileen has passed away
By Cashman's Hill in St Mary's in Millstreet at peace she now lay
The bell we don't hear for us all will toll one day
That death is forever is only true to say

A beautiful and intelligent woman bubbly and bright
In Millstreet Town often see her with her friends in the Bush Bar on a Saturday night
Perhaps a few years then past her physical prime
And this is going back some three decades in time

So sad for to learn of the passing of Eileen
Memories of her beauty in the mind does remain evergreen
On her life's journey one who did make many a friend
But each day we live brings us nearer to our own end

One of the Tucker twins beautiful Eileen has breathed her last
On looking back the Seasons time did tick on fast
Hope her parting from life for her was a painless release
In St Mary's in Millstreet she now is at peace.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

You May Have

You may have a new home and a brand new car
But leave it to others to say of how marvelous you are
For self praise is no praise as the wise one does say
But you are one who does not see it in this way
You boast of your clever children and your beautiful wife
The gems in the crown of your wonderful life
With you self promotion is quite an in thing
Just one of those who their own praises do love to sing
Your sort of person i for one cannot admire
Of listening to those into self praise i quickly do tire
Too much of self love into narcissism does grow
You are not one of those who has the inner glow
To meet your sort i never go out of my way
And i feel glad i do not meet you every day.

The Former Pride Of Hawkesdale

Back in the nineteen seventies this does seem long ago
She was the Pride of Hawkesdale before time became her foe
It is said she lives in Brisbane from Hawkesdale far away
A divorced grandmother with brown hair dye she cloaks her gray

The once Pride of Hawkesdale has known of a better day
Like many aging women in anti aging creams and hair dyes she is fighting time's decay
She was one of rare beauty in her physical prime
But beauty as is often said always loses out to time

Married to a man who did abuse her and gave her an awful life
Though to him she was devoted and was a loving wife
He left her for one younger by at least a dozen years
Love that has joy and laughter can end in sorrow and tears

A woman of great beauty that many young men did admire
When she was the Pride of Hawkesdale a Town in the Moyne Shire
Where she lived when she was younger when her hair was chestnut brown
It was her yearn for travel that brought her far north of her Hometown

The former Pride of Hawkesdale time has left her looking old
When she was in her prime years she was lovely to behold
She has put on a lot of weight a beauty in decay
And one can surely say of her she has known of a better day.

Only A Few

Not every writer recognized as a novelist or a journalist or a playwright or poet
And only a few become famous and are lauded as of literary note
But most writers yearn for recognition and of being famous one day
Everyone need some dream to cling to for to keep low self esteem at bay

Only a few grow financially well off from writing and as writers become widely known
Though most towns and local communities have local writers to claim as their own
In the World are millions of writers but only a minority for their writing ever receive pay
But this is how it is and always was and it will always be this way

The love of writing in every writer is something that comes from within
And every wealthy and famous writer as a local writer did begin
In life there are winners and losers this is how it is and always will be
But why some good writers never become well known does seem rather puzzling to me

It is often said about writers that their sort are born not made
But every writer of every genre is needed to keep alive the wordsmith trade
Not every writer is destined to be famous though most writers do dream of fame
That from writing they will become wealthy and their's will be a great literary name.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Australia This Amazing Land

Of sunshine and wind and flooding and drought
Australia this amazing Land of the south
That has inspired artists and the and the writers of story and rhyme
This home of the descendants of the people of the Dreaming Time
In the home of pittosporum and wattle and eucalypytus tree
There are wide open spaces and marvelous sights for to see
Kookaburras, parrots, honeyeaters and magpies and pee wees
Everyday their chirping and calling are carrying in the breeze
Such amazing wildlife to Australia belong
Birds once seen and once heard you will never again get wrong
That are quite familiar in their calls and song
The butcher bird, whip bird, lyrebird and currawong
Home to emu, koala and wombat and roo
And many species of black and of white cockatoo.

You Won't Win Them All

You may be the nicest person in the town
But always a few in words to put you down
People who look on niceness as a human flaw
Who in their words are insulting and raw

People who look on one who can readily smile
As one who is not genuine and not lacking in guile
They do not know how it feels to be kind
And to negativity are readily inclined

For to help people you go out of your way
And do a good deed or two every day
But not everyone will say nice things of you
Though only good in the World you wish to do

As nice a person as one could wish to know
You are one who has the bright inner glow
But some in their words negative things of you do say
The people who never have helped anyone in any way

Every day you do plant karma's good seed
By helping those of your helping in need
But even you who do answer the one who for help do call
May win many admirers but you won't win them all.

It Is True

It is true that for many living life can be tough
And some find that their best is not good enough
To their disappointment such is life as they say
There are winners and losers in the World every day
On saying that winners are many and losers are few
Is not saying anything to anyone that is new
Before the baby learns to walk she or he must first learn to crawl
And one has to rise again after a fall
Your greatest achievements compared to some you may feel are quite small
But better to try and fail than not to try at all
In life for us some new challenge every day
And for every big winner many losers does seem true to say
But the brave and the honorable always does lose with grace
And can accept a loss with a smiling face.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Every Day For You

Every day for you a new challenge to meet
As for fame, wealth and success with others you compete
This is what living life is about in the twenty first century
In a World where millions of people live in dire poverty

It is a common dream the dream of material success and renown
But on your way to the top never drag anyone down
Though some in their pursuit of material success
What is moral and fair are known to transgress

In their pursuit of money and fame some become ruthless
In their desire for a home at a fashionable address
On their climb to success on the rights of others they trod
This is what happens when money does become your god

Live and let live as the wise one does say
They plant the seeds for good karma those who live in an honorable way
In life every day some new challenge for to meet
And many people with each other for success compete.

Illowa In May

On the last month of the southern Fall the second day of May
The sun at times does shine through it's cloud cover of gray
After recent rain the paddocks of Illowa looking healthy and green
In Nature on all Seasons great beauty to be seen
Nature is at her finest in Illowa today
From here Earthly Utopia cannot be far away
The beauty born of Nature does never fail to please
The cattle quite contented lay chewing their cuds at ease
Illowa between the City of Warrnambool and historical Koroit Town
Of the beautiful coastal Moyne shire a gem in the crown
It has it's natural beauty at all times of the year
The warbling of the magpies always a joy to hear
For to describe such beauty i do not have words to say
You will not find any finer than Illowa in May.

Since We Are Born As Mortals

Since we are born as mortals why otherwise pretend
We are on a life's journey that for us must end
For us humans a last day and night for us all
As well as all life forms from the great to the small
Three score and ten years the average human life span
On average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man
The clocks on our lives ever ticking away
Each dawn brings us nearer to our lives final day
It is true about time it does weaken the strong
And the longest lived human life in time is not that long
People who live for a century of years are of the very few
Though this is not saying anything that is new
Like all other life forms we are born as mortals is not a lie
And the longer you live the sooner you will die.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Some People Carry Their Grudges

Some people carry their grudges for as long as they live
They do not have it in them the gift to forgive
Though they have not been sinned against in a bad way
They will hang on to their grudges till their lives final day

Whilst others can forgive and with living their lives carry on
Without feeling bitter about what has been and gone
For harboring grudges they are not of that kind
They will not allow hatred for to enter their mind

Those who can forgive one can only admire
For harboring grudges they feel no desire
Even for those who have deliberately brought on them woe
They have no wish to live their lives treating them as a foe

For those who harbor resentment one can only feel sympathy
Since they lack in compassion as well as empathy
Those who hate often do commit a serious crime
And spend years of their lives serving prison time

Those who can forgive have a great gift indeed
For future good karma for themselves they are planting the seed
They are not willing for years for to harbor a grudge
And they never set themselves up to be anyone's judge.

By Selfish People

The Earth that feeds us is not being destroyed
By people on low wages or the unemployed
But by selfish people who feel this great need
To destroy Nature's beauty to satiate their greed
In their greed for money more trees are cut down
To build more big factories in the industrialized town
Due to the destruction of their natural habitat wildlife becoming rare
So many trees are felled by the workers of every pro development millionaire
It is not the stateless or the homeless or the refugees
Who are responsible for the removal of old growth trees
For this the greedy multi millionaire land developers are to blame
People who in destroying the natural environment for money do not feel any sense of shame
The Earth that feeds us by poor people is not being destroyed
By the working poor or the unemployed.

Compassionate People

Compassionate people are always helping those in need of helping every day
Without even expecting a thank you or the reward of pay
If everyone were like them humanity would be free of hunger, war and poverty
And a much better World for to live in for all it would be
Compassionate people by helping those of helping in need
For their future good karma every day are planting the seed
For to make life better for the poorest of the poor they are always doing their outright best
For the hungry and the homeless and the dispossessed
People who are genuinely concerned about other people's welfare
And devote their lives to helping the poorest for to say the least rare
For those doing it tough some hope they do bring
And their praises i always feel happy to sing
Of a few compassionate people i feel privileged to know
And their gift is to have been born with the bright inner glow.

Many People Do Dream

Many people do dream of fame and financial success
And the human masses with their talents they wish to impress
But on saying such dreams come true only for the few
Is not telling you anything that is new

Not everyone does become wealthy and famous and known Worldwide
Such success is only for a tiny minority though many for it have tried
For a few to win big so many must lose
We all cannot have in life what we do choose

People every day for some form of success with each other compete
And there is always competition for attention where people with big egos do meet
This is how some people are and they always will be
Narcissism is self love gone wrong it does seem to me

That most people like to be liked is a natural thing
Though so many nowadays their own praises only sing
The numbers of people into self promotion are growing by the day
This is something that always used not be this way

Many people do dream of becoming wealthy and famous and great
Though not everyone the human masses wish to celebrate
In a World where many must lose for the winning few
And this is not saying anything that is new.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Difference Quite Distinct

The difference quite distinct between a bull and a cow
And the same can be said of a boar and a sow
And most of us humans quite distinct from each other in a distinctive way
This only does seem quite a true thing to say
Most of us humans look different in physical appearance from each other no two quite the same
Two who are quite identical i for one cannot name
Even the difference between animals and birds of the same species one often can tell
On her creating of individual difference Mother Nature seems to do well
Even apart from physical appearance most humans are different in thinking it does seem
As well as in personality that can stem from individual sense of self esteem
Some are arrogant and cocky and some in their ways are shy
Why we are so very different even in our personalities one must wonder why
But then we would be quite boring for want of a better name
If we all looked alike and in our thinking thought the same.

Big Joe

His great grand dad was a Blueshirt the big fellow Joe
In the post Irish civil war years in Ireland long ago
Though the Army Comrades Association known as the Blueshirts were formed out of Government provocation there can be little doubt
War and civil war often causes years of unrest and trouble between factions often breaks out

When the Blueshirts were finally disbanded their leader a former founder member one with war in the brain
Eoin O' Duffy went off to fight on the side of Franco in the civil war in Spain
Eoin in history does not go down as a man who loved peace
For his pent up anger in war he found release

Though Big Joe has never been to Ireland about Irish history a lot he does know
He believes that post civil war faction anger in Countries does grow
Eoin O' Duffy his sacking by the Government to an angry faction gave rise
That Government political nepotism and harassment of their opponents can lead to big trouble is not any surprise

Big Joe the great grandson of an Irish Blueshirt of his heritage feels proud
And true to his genes he is one not easily cowed
In his mid twenties and one of the strong young men of the town
Though not a troublemaker from trouble not one to back down.

I Yearn For

I yearn for a spot far from the noisy street
In the quiet countryside where the waterways meet
By the woods of the koala and wombat and gray kangaroo
And the big dark brown parrot known as yellow tailed black cockatoo

When in the mood for fancy my thoughts they do fly
To where no factory chimney puffs gray smoke to the sky
I yearn for clean air and the quiet life
Where there are many people noise and pollution are rife

I yearn for a cottage in view of a wooded hill
By a babbling brown creek whose tongue is never still
Far away from the town and it's noise and smoke
For to live out my years a contented old bloke

I am tired of the big town and the noisy street
Where every day people for material success do compete
Out there in view of the hills i know i would find
Where Nature reside contentment and peace of mind

I yearn for a cottage far from the big town
Where the creek from the foothills babbles in tongue of brown
On towards the big river it flows night and day
To the great ocean many kilometers away.

The Body Is Aging

The body is aging the mind is okay
With most people anyhow it is this way
We age rather quickly beyond our lives prime
And there is no turning back the hands of time
It has been said that wisdom does come with age
Though not every town it can boast of a sage
You may not always receive the credit you are due
But that we learn as we live happens for to be true
In most people the body does age much faster than the brain
And for anyone this is not hard to explain
For everyone a last Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
Eventually time does take care of us all
And though the body is aging the mind is okay
With most people anyhow it is this way.

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Legend Of Henry Lawson

In his poems, songs and stories he is living today
The legend of Henry Lawson will never fade away
With words he was one who did love to play
And he did live his writings of him one can say

Addicted to alcohol for most of his life
He became estranged from his family and wife
Writers like he was to say the least rare
With Australia's best literary figures he is one to compare

In his not long lifetime he achieved great fame
Today Henry Lawson's remains a great literary name
But he was one on himself who made life tough
For years he was homeless and lived and slept rough

He stood on the summit of literary renown
But he died poor and broke and financially down
Those who for comfort on alcohol depend
For themselves in life are not making a friend

A marvelous short story writer and a renowned poet
Henry Lawson's name lives on as one of literary note
His amazing stories and excellent rhyme
Have not been diminished by the passing of time.

A Person Who Loves Nature

As one who likes his own company he has become known
When he is in the pub he always drinks on his own
He never criticizes others or his own praises ever sing
He is just one of those who does his own thing
A student of Nature of him one can say
He walks in the wood after work every day
In his early twenties he does not have children or a partner or wife
Just learning of Nature his hobby in life
On the ways of Nature he is seldom wrong
He knows every bird by sight or by song
He has never in his life watched a game of football
Or any form of sport does not interest him at all
His great love of Nature only does seem to grow
And so much about her he is one who does know.

As Most Are Aware

It is each to their own and as most are aware
An artist and a sports fan have nothing in common to share
With those who share interest in common everyone socialize
To see a lover of opera in a car racing club would be a surprise
Variety is the spice of life as the wise one does say
And that our different interests make us more interesting as people it does seem this way
If we all had similar interests and on all things did agree
A boring Human World it surely would be
People of similar interests in their own small groups every night
In the local pub this is a common sight
People of similar interests to socialize in their own groups are known
As has often been said it is each to their own
Car racing fans do not socialize in the town's bowls club
They have their own small group in the local pub.

An Internet Love Scam Story

Many people who in their lives have done financially well
Have stories of loss and of heartbreak for to tell
Robbed of their lives savings in a deceptive way
To vulnerable people this happens every day

This can happen to quite lonely people in any online love scam
With a person they thought to be genuine an online love affair that turned out to be a sham
This does happen to vulnerable people one of which i happen for to know
His internet romance cost him his life savings and nothing only heartache for it to show

A grandfather in his late sixties to cancer he had lost his wife
He was lonely for female company sadness had crept into his life
Got in touch with a pretty woman in her early sixties on a dating site he had joined online
He fell in love with her without meeting in their emails to each other they were getting on fine

Love in his mind it was blooming this is such a beautiful thing
But for him she had some sad stories of the hardships that life to her did bring
One which she had become unemployed lately and her house mortgage to the bank she could not afford to pay
And if he could only help her financially she would love him till her life's last day

He send her thousands in money she thanked him for being so very kind
He felt so very happy to help her since he did have love on his mind
She emailed she would love to meet him but she could not afford the air fare
So he posted her the money for her flight ticket she emailed your kindness is so rare

On the day and time of her arrival to the airport to meet her he did drive
Excited and so very happy love in him was alive
But in vain at the airport he waited and only then he did realize
That she was an internet love scammer on hindsight we do become wise

The victim of an internet love scammer in love often some price to pay
Lucky to have his home to live in he is financially poorer but wiser today
Whether his scammer was a male or a female who is for to say
There is truth in we learn as we live since life it is always this way.

Monday, May 8, 2017

No Money In It

No money in it or neither much fame
For me this penning of rhyme is a hungry belly game
My better days in life in the forever gone
And i must be addictive for to keep rhyming on
I cannot claim myself for to be a poet
Nor am i one worthy of literary note
Yet i enjoy rhyming i write rhymes every day
And only in death hope to give it away
Flower rhymes with shower and bee rhymes with tree
And Ann rhymes with Dan and tee rhymes with fee
Yes it is easy to write rhymes as easy as can be
Anybody can do it you can have this from me
If i said rhyming was a way to earn a living i would be telling a lie
Though i hope to be doing it till the day i do die.

You Got To Be In It To Win

You are feeling quite a bit down lately for nothing is going your way
The boss of the factory you work in has refused your request for a raise in pay
With a wife and two children to support and your house mortgaged to the bank
It is never easy to feel happy when you are low in the social rank
Today you should buy a lotto ticket your turn of luck may be in
Tonight is the night of a jackpot and millions in money you might win
To win it you have got to be in it and you may be the one to win big tonight
And tomorrow you may be celebrating and laughing aloud in delight
You can buy a lotto ticket for under ten dollars the price of a few stubbies of beer
And you may be tonight's big jackpot winner the one with good reason for cheer
Tonight some one will be very lucky and who knows the lucky one may be you
A big win would end all of your worries and with such a big win you could do
Tonight a big jackpot in lotto but you got to be in it to win
You can buy a ticket for under ten dollars and who knows your luck may be in.

Pudsy

She often chased but never caught a hare in Con The Master's bog
She was quite a canine brown Pudsy the dog
Pudsy a hairy farm dog too slow to catch a hare
But to catch one no effort she ever did spare
To tame the anger in the friesian bull she never did fail
She often drew blood to him by swinging from his tail
Which caused the angry animal for to buck and kick
But Pudsy for his killer hooves too elusive and quick
Quite friendly to people since she was not highly strung
Pudsy our family dog when we were young
But if another dog did challenge her to a fight
Pudsy did prove that might is always right
Fond memories of the past with me does remain
And in visualizations i often go hunting with Pudsy again.

The God Within The Great God

I am just an ordinary fellow with a mind not free of sin
But the god i do believe in is known as the god within
Yet i do have the feeling that this god is far from me
Such a god not in the cynical who look at life negatively
The god within is in all people who treat everyone as the same
Who are kind and understanding and never call one out of name
People who are always willing for to help the financially down
Though they are the unsung heroines and heroes of every village, city and town
These are not the sort of people who crowds of admirers do win
But they have kindness and compassion and they have their god within
If everyone were like them how great to live in the World would be
Instead of war and hunger we would have love and harmony
In me plenty room for self improvement in truth i can only say
And the god within the great god from me is far away.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

The Past Now Is History

The past now is history for you and for me
We only have memories of what used to be
At midnight this evening today will be gone
And time as ever does keep on ticking on
The now is all that does matter and the now is today
And tomorrow will come and time ticking away
It is only in memory we can relive the past
And each day for us one nearer to our last
When the wild born nesting birds whistle and sing
I cannot say i will be living next Spring
On how long we live there is no guarantee
Since death is for everyone and this includes me
Like all other life forms we are born to die
A mere fact of life and fact never lie.

Out There In The Paddock

Out there in the paddock in the moonlight
The fox she is calling in the dead of night
Perhaps in heat and searching for a mate
She does need a male with for to copulate
She does have in her the strong need for to breed
But for to become pregnant a male of her own kind she does need
Males of her kind scarce and she desperate to mate
In a few days from now for her it will be too late
For her breeding cycle will have passed and she will not give birth this year
Her wild shrill mating cries she hopes a dog fox will hear
That echoes in the still night air in the quiet countryside
Without any success for a few nights to meet a male she has tried
Out there in the paddock under a moonlit sky
The fox she does utter her shrill mating cry.

Where The Araglen Flow

The cool winds of April from the Boggeraghs blow
Above the old fields where the Araglen flow
On towards the Blackwater it winds deep and slow
In the home of the badger and rook and gray crow
By the hedges the contented cattle out of wintering sheds chewing their cuds lay
From many months of eating silage and hay
On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day
In the prime of the Spring close to the birth of May
The weather much milder and daylight hours growing long
And the nesting birds of Nature are in the mood for song
And the fields decorated in nature's wildflowers
Looking green and resplendent after recent showers
And the hawthorns are sprouting their buds white as snow
In green old Duhallow where the Araglen flow.

Way Beyond Me

Of war and war heroes we hear of and read of every day
Men who shot at and and were shot and at peace now do lay
But never for people who for peace led the way
As if it was not important what they had to say

For deceased people who lived their lives promoting peace there is never a parade
And from history they are omitted and allowed for to fade
Though they devoted their lives in promoting peace and harmony
And that they are not remembered seems puzzling to me

We do not condone violence yet war men we celebrate
Seems puzzling to me how between different forms of violence we can differentiate
As if some forms of violence is praiseworthy and justifiable and okay
Why we make great heroes out of warriors beyond me anyway

Every war more war heroes always does create
Yet those who lived their lives promoting peace we never celebrate
I often do wonder why this has to be
And an explanation for this does seem way beyond me.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Where I First Looked

Where i first looked on the lamp of day
In distance from there i now live far away
Claraghatlea my first home place near the Town of Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet

But in my visualizations i hear and i see
The red breasted robin on a leafy birch tree
Singing his familiar song in the twilight gray
Just after sundown on a balmy evening in May

Where mine years ago was a familiar face
Today i would be a stranger to many in my first home place
I have not been there for thirty years that seems a long time
And i am many decades past my physical prime

I used to say i would go home for to grow old and die
But for now to say this may well be a lie
Since i no longer yearn for the what used to be
It does seem that nostalgia it has died in me

Far south of Millstreet Town where i went to Primary school
In this coastal countryside by the City of Warrnambool
I have found contentment in my twilight years
And for the what used to be i have shed my last tears.

It Is Said That All Things

It is said that all things come to those who do wait
That you will know of good times if with hope you keep faith
Life has it's up and down days as the wise one does say
Though good times from you may not be far away
It is true that the children of the lesser gods
Are born into life for to battle the odds
Where many are homeless and financially down
Eighty per cent unemployment on the poor side of the town
Where the crime rate is high and many are doing it tough
And know all about how it feels like to sleep rough
But that hope springs eternal as ever remains true
And for those who keep positive change for the better may be due
And often change for the better comes to those who do wait
Who in their tough times with hope does keep faith.

There Are Days

There are days you have nothing for to write about
And your worth as a writer you question and doubt
Just one of those days you feel mentally tired
That to write anything you cannot feel inspired
Call this writers block or call it what you may
It is hard for a writer for to write every day
Some famous writers of writers block have known
That they have days they cannot write to they do own
On saying self confident writers in numbers are few
Is not saying in truth anything that is new
As writers they do not improve those who their own praises do sing
As over confidence for self improvement is not a good thing
There are days for to write you cannot feel inspired
That your mind is closed to inspiration and you feel mentally tired.

Mary Flaherty

Such sad news out of Ballydaly on this morning in May
The beautiful Mary Flaherty from life has passed away
As a Murphy of Ballydaly she began her journey in life
Before she met her life partner Michael Flaherty and became his wife

A woman of great beauty without guile or conceit
The charming Mary Flaherty was always a joy to meet
One loved by her family and the friends she had made over the years
In St Mary's Cemetery by Cashman's Hill she was farewelled in tears

Though the life from her mortal body has gone
In all who knew and knew of Mary she is living on
People like her to live as better people others inspire
She was one who was so easy to admire

And surely the praises deserve to be sung
Of Ballydaly's finest when i was young
For she was quite beautiful in her life's prime
But beauty does always fall victim to time

For all of us there is a last night and day
But for her passing Ballydaly all of the poorer one can say
In her lifetime her friends in numbers had grown
And in Ballydaly they mourn for the passing of one of their own

The heart that beat with kindness forever is still
In the quiet of St Mary's by Cashman's old hill
Hope her parting from life was a painless release
The beautiful Mary Flaherty she now is at peace.

Friday, May 5, 2017

For To Agree On All Things

We all view success in our ways differently
The one who is successful to you may not be so to me
But then how utterly boring indeed we would be
If on all and everything we did agree
I only can quote from the words of the wise
That we all look at others through different eyes
Though this is not saying anything that is new
It is easy to judge the judgmental not few
There are many aspirational people in every town
This thing known as success is linked to wealth and renown
Though losing is something anyone does not choose
For a few for to win many have to lose
But the one who is successful to me may not be so to you
For to agree on all things there are not any two.

Life For You

You may feel the World is against you since nothing for you is going right
And life for you is a great battle every day with your demons you fight
Without a job and little prospect of such in a high unemployment town
A smile from your face seems far distant when you are financially and mentally down
Life can be a battle for some true to say
But for those born lucky it is never this way
You were not born lucky your parents live in poverty
Hard times seem to be part of your family
You are one with poor days who has learned to cope
And your positive attitude does not leave you without hope
Of far better thing in life of you ahead
There is always some light in the mind where hope is not dead
In your late twenties without any children a partner or wife
You struggle along on your roadway of life.

In Koroit Today

The low clouds of rain over Tower Hill are gray
It is raining in drizzles in Koroit today
The countryside by the old Town looks green overall
On the last week of April in the southern Fall
The Summer long over as Winter draws near
Yet the songs of the magpies are pleasant to hear
The beautiful warbling distinctive and clear
Of the birds who do sing every day of the year
Most of the shops closed in Koroit Town today
On Sundays in most rural towns it is often this way
Especially on a day that is gray with rain
Though after the recent spell of dry weather few with this could complain
And though rain drizzling down from low clouds of gray
The magpies are singing in Koroit today.

Many Of Us Humans Aggressive

Many of us humans aggressive by nature to say different would be to pretend
We are not that different to birds and animals in that with violence our borders we defend
Yet we never learn from war history mistakes of the past we repeat
In violence there are never winners where peace has lost there is only defeat
Every day on radio news of war and violence and terror and of people dying in a horrible way
That there cannot be peace where there is violence and this seems a sad thing to say
Wars for borders and religion and culture will warring ever come to an end?
Being angry and violent and aggressive will never win for you a friend
The people at peace with each other are quite lucky people indeed
For a better World to live in they are helping for to plant the seed
Some will tell you that war can bring about peace but for peace this is a huge price to pay
When people are killed or badly injured in war zones and rendered homeless and stateless every day
Many of us humans are violent and aggressive and we like to celebrate heroes of war
And men for to fight bloody battles have been known for to travel far.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Familiar Birds To All Australians

The black and white Australian feathered minstrels birds with a silvery bill
Small birds, amphibians and small animals they have been known for to kill
They are known as Australian magpies or otherwise piping shrike
As birds they are quite territorial without any real look alike
The warbling songsters of all Seasons they sing every day of the year
From late Winter to late Spring when they are breeding at night singing one often them does hear
Crow sized towards other birds and even their own kind they are aggressive their territories they fight to defend
When they are nesting they even attack humans none other they wish to befriend
Familiar birds to all Australians every day them one does hear and see
Distinctive in their unmistakable warbling often on higher branch of a tall tree
They live in small family groups and often among each other they do disagree
I have often witnessed magpies fighting a sight that is familiar to me
As wild birds they are not the gentlest but they have a beautiful song
Once seen and once heard unmistakable you never again get them wrong.

Our Reflective Mirrors

Some of our political leaders in the Human World of today
Reflect poorly on us in truth one can say
Ignoring global warming and talking of war
How stupid do they think that all of us are?
Such negative stuff from them is all we do hear
Of terrorists and terrorism spreading and broadcasting fear
Which may help them to be reelected on election day
In politics fear mongering never fails for to pay
Nationalism, patriotism, religion, race and culture causing problems Worldwide
And so many losing out in the social divide
The wealthy getting wealthier at poor people's expense
It does seem hard for to make out of this any sense
Even though in their words we know us they deceive
In the politicians we elect to parliament we deserve what we receive.

The Rose Of Macroom

I knew of her when she was in her life's full bloom
In her early twenties the Rose of Macroom
With brown eyes and wavy shoulder length hair of brown
A woman of quite rare beauty of the old mid Cork Town

In the early sixties long before i reached my life's prime
And this is going back many Seasons in time
In the weekend in the Castle Ballroom she danced her cares if she had any away
I wonder if she is still living today?

And fell in love and in Macroom did stay
As an aging grandmother who in hair dye cloaks her gray
Or from the Town in Muskerry is she one more
Who will live out her days on a distant shore

A down to earth young woman untainted by guile
With the warmth of kindness in her beautiful smile
She was one who did have the bright inner glow
In the old mid Cork Town where Sullane waters flow

Though often in fancy i visit the what was again
Of the past only memories with us do remain
And in the Castle Ballroom in her life's bloom
She smiles as she dances the Rose of Macroom.

Big Billy

Big Billy a big man with little to say
But not the type one with mind games ought to play
He is not a bully and all bullies he hate
And all of those who are bullied look to him as a mate

With a huge mop of black hair and a bushy black beard
Big Billy a big man who by local bullies is feared
A barrel chested fellow broad shouldered and tall
Beside him other local big men do look rather small

Single with a casual girl friend but without a partner or wife
In his twenty sixth year in the prime of his life
As a member of any grouping or club he is one who is not known
When in the local pub he always does drink on his own

Since he is one who would never deliberately harm anyone
His mum and his dad in him raised a good son
But having this said he is one not to be pushed around
And anyone who has challenged him has quickly hit the ground

He is not a fan of any sports and this includes football
This colossus of a man who is broad shouldered and tall
Yet despite his fearsome appearance he is compassionate and kind
And to help anyone who is in need of helping he is always readily inclined.

Addicted To Rhyming

Everyday rhymes come to me i just write them down
But never for money or literary renown
Among the rhyming sort not one to the fore
I just write for enjoyment and little else more

Years ago i used to daydream that i would be a poet
One looked on as worthy of literary note
But literary success for me now seem further away
Than it used to be in a long bygone day

Writing rhymes is an enjoyable hobby to me
Something i have been doing since nineteen seventy three
Though to show for it not any literary success
It has brought to me so much happiness

Though losing is something anyone does not choose
In life for some to win others do have to lose
Writing rhymes has brought happy moments to me
Though i seem out of date in the twenty first century

I am one of those who writes rhymes every day
But never for money or for monetary pay
Addicted to rhyming i feel i must be
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me.

The Waterway

The waterway with it's source At the foot of the hill
Which flows with a babbling tongue that is never still
That grows to a river on it's sea going way
And flows on forever by night and by day
The waterways were flowing for thousands of centuries before the birth of the first woman and man
Do not have in them any given time span
They have flowed forever and will forever more
From the foot of the hill to the far ocean shore
Like Nature's Seasons people to life come and from life do go
And of most air breathing life forms time does become the foe
But the waterways from the high ground that to big rivers do grow
Do not have a time span and forever will flow
With tongues ever babbling by night and by day
On their meandering journeys to the sea far away.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

It Seems Lady Luck

It seems lady luck is not with you today
As nothing at all it is going your way
The boss has refused you your request for a raise in pay
On good or bad fortune one does not have a say
That life can be a bugger why otherwise pretend
Your passionate love affair has come to an end
But things can only get better as has often been said
And better days of you may well be ahead
Underpaid and overworked you are one of those
That high unemployment is good for employers one has to suppose
When you ask for a raise the boss always tells you
There are plenty for the same pay willing to do the work you do
You did not get your wished for pay raise and your love affair did end
life is not always easy why otherwise pretend.

The Gene Of Survival

People for success with each other compete every day
This is how it is and will be and and has always been this way
Call it the survival gene in us humans or call it what you may
On how we live and behave Nature does have a say
The gene of survival that makes us compete
To be the best in our neighborhood and best on our street
And makes us dream of being best in the World of all others ahead
And be remembered for centuries as a great like all of the legendary long dead
It is our gene of survival gives us sexual drive
That through our offspring our d n a will survive
Well into the future when the last breath of life from us has gone
Our genes in our descendants will be living on
To be best in the World begins with the desire to be best on our street
It is the gene of survival that makes us with each other compete.

It Was My Love Of Travel

So many things in Nature for to write rhymes about
In this varied and wonderful Land of the south
A Land of many colors and amazing scenery
I can only marvel at the beauty every day around me

Australia's first people with a history so old in time
Their legends have inspired song, story and rhyme
Their great love of their Country one can understand
Since their ancestors had lived for so long in this southern Land

A Land where in all Seasons natural beauty is to be seen
In some areas the brown paddocks of Summer and Autumn in Winter turn green
In the flat and sparsely populated outback that most times look brown
There are hundreds of kilometers of roadways between every town

With flora and fauna quite amazing to see
Home of pittosporum and wattles and various types of eucalypt tree
Home of emu, koala and wombat and kangaroo
And various species of honeyeater and cockatoo

I have loved Mother Nature since i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
From the fields of the badger and the streams of the brown trout
It was my love of travel that brought me this far south.

Monday, May 1, 2017

Pride It Is Another Word

Pride it is another word for conceit
And every day proud people i happen for to meet
Proud of their children and proud of their wives
And so very proud of their marvelous lives
Proud of their job promotion and raise in pay
These sort of people one does meet every day
Self absorbed and egotistical of them one can say
Their sort to meet i would never go out of my way
Those with over inflated egos are not of the few
Of this i am not saying anything that is new
Self promotion nowadays does seem the in thing
So many their own praises only too willing to sing
Pride it is another word for conceit
And every day proud people i happen for to meet.

Mrs Kadge's Son

Mrs Kadge feels so proud of her son Ed
A framed picture of him and her husband Andy hanging over her bed
Taken on his graduation day going back five years or so
In real time this does not seem that long ago

In his monthly phone call to her Ed who lives in a far away town
Tells her he is a medical doctor helping people in health feeling down
To her neighbors on her son she does heap praise
And often tells them of what a good boy she and his late father did raise

But on his phone calls to her Ed never mentions that he is in jail
As one of those that the test of lawful living did fail
For drug trafficking serving six years of prison time
Which is looked on as a serious federal crime

The only truth she knows of him is that he lives far away
But he never tells her he is in jail today
If she knew he was in prison she would feel mortified
The reason from her that the truth he does hide

Mrs Kadge of her son Ed does feel rather proud
And in public feels happy to sing his praises loud
But she would not be in the mood for boasting if she knew where he is today
What we do not know does not bother us as the wise one does say.

Egotistical Bullies

The U S President who has the surname of Trump
To keep his ego inflated he does not need a pump
His brain is one big egotistical lump
When he bellows an order he expects his subordinates to jump
A billionaire so full of himself and full of self conceit
Yet the one many important people wish to meet
Why bullies like he is such great power does command
Is something i do struggle to understand
In their President the egotistical Putin the Russians have another dangerous bloke
So many dangerous narcissistic people like these two only the fires of war do stoke
With enough nuclear weapons at their disposal all of humanity to destroy
The thought of the damage they can do is not a source for joy
On their climb to success and ultimate power
Egotistical bullies have been known to crush many a flower.

Some Men

Some men are burly, broad shouldered and tall
And some men slightly built on the side of small
And some men in their ways one might say quite rough
And some men are arrogant and like to act tough

All sorts of men in the World of today
Men are heterosexual, bisexual and gay
To their partners or spouses not all men faithful stay
But then of women the same one can say

Some men think they are a gift to woman kind
To others they do feel superior in their own mind
Narcissistic in their ways is how they do seem
And very much superior in their own sense of high self esteem

Some men are caring and compassionate and kind
And to the helping of those doing it tough are readily inclined
Of people they are indeed a special breed
And of more of their sort the Human World is in need

Some women will tell you all men are the same
And for most of the sins against females that males are to blame
And like you will find decaying trees in most every wood
Not all men are bad and not all women are good.

Willy Wagtails

In Australian paddocks and town parks and gardens quite a common sight
Willy wagtails also known as Australian nightingales since they sometimes sing at night
Of humans they never show any great fear
Before they fly off them you can approach near
Familiar Australians to be seen Nationwide
In city and town parks and paddocks of the countryside
Black and white feathers Australians with ways of their own
For their cockiness and bravery they are widely known
Their long black tails they always do wag to and fro
It is said their way of flushing insects to catch this well may be so
Territorial and aggressive and quite brave for their size
I have often seen them mobbing far bigger birds like crows and magpies
Indigenous feathered Australians they live Nationwide
In city and town parks and in the countryside.

Three Decades Ago

Three decades ago on leaving Erin's shore
I never realized then that i may never more
On a Summer's evening stand on Clara overlooking the Town of Millstreet
And admire the green countryside where North Cork and East Kerry meet
Since i left old Duhallow change has also come with the years
And for the what used to be i have shed my last tears
Though i never back then thought i would be so long away
From the places i loved where i first saw light of day
My journey from Duhallow took me to places elsewhere
To live and to travel in the big World out there
Only memories of what was i have to retain
Of places i loved i may not see again
It was my love of adventure made a traveler of me
Though a Claraghatlea fellow i always will be.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

We Are What We Think We Are

We are what we think we are many may say
Though this is often so it is not always the way
How you see yourself and how you appear to me
There can be quite a difference it would seem to be
People of low self esteem to self criticism far more inclined
Than the aspirational and self confident kind
Who can become self centered and narcissistic in their way
And their sort i happen to meet every day
Your great job and new home and brand new motor car
Does not tell me of the person that you really are
Your compassion and kindness to others says more about you
Than anything else ever could hope to do
We are what we think we are is not always true
As some people never give themselves the credit that should be their due.

Sometimes On My Flights Of Fancy

Sometimes on my flights of fancy i can hear a cow
Lowing in a rushy field by old River Finnow
In the gray of the twilight just after sundown
In Spring in the countryside near Millstreet Town
And the mating flight of the male snipe in the darkening sky
With his wings and tail making a drumming sound as he does fly
Perhaps his way of proclaiming his breeding territory
Like us humans among Nature's creatures for borders there too is rivalry
Just learning about Nature is a source of joy
I grew to love her in far away fields when i was a boy
And though Nature does have her secrets in truth one can say
One does learn something new about her every day
A male snipe is drumming and a cow softly lowing just after sundown
By River Finnow just west of Millstreet Town.

When The Cold Northern Winds

When the cold northern winds through the bleak North-lands blow
And their home fields and woods are covered in late Autumn snow
The mottled brown redwing thrushes for to Winter fly south
Migration for them is part of what survival is about
They return again to mate and breed in their home places in Spring
To build their nests, raise their young and the males their territorial songs sing
Even in the cooler southern places they migrate to Winter can be wet and cold
And few redwing thrushes do live to grow old
Above the fields on many a November night
I used to hear them chirping when migrating in the moonlight
This is going back the years to many decades ago
To when i was younger before time became my foe
Though time has left me weary and looking gray
Good memories live on as the wise one does say.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

You Take Yourself Far Too Seriously

At midnight this evening today will be gone
We age by the minute and time ticking on
On how long you will live there is no guarantee
You take yourself far too seriously is how you seem to me
When you talk of of your great job and your brand new car
You give this impression of how important you are
But you have had not a good laugh for quite awhile
And you never do find it easy to smile
You tell everyone of your wonderful life
Of your lovely children and your beautiful wife
You are self absorbed in your personal success
And others you do try so hard to impress
But that many find you boring you fail to realize
And this in itself is not any surprise.

Happy Jim

Not one with large amounts of money to his name
He is a stranger to success and fame
Yet one that you never will hear complain
From grumbling he says there is nothing to gain
He lives up to his nickname of Happy Jim
As nothing ever seems for to bother him
Single without the worry of children or wife
Contented and healthy in the prime of his life
In his mid twenties and time on his side
With a few lovers to keep him sexually satisfied
One who likes drinking and music and song
In the pub he always join in the sing along
Wherever Jim is at joy is to be found
As he carries it with him and shares it around.

Eileen Collins

Eileen was a Murphy of Ballydesmond of the Cork Kerry border on the Cork side
Her loyalties were to Cork her whole lifetime the red flag she did wave with pride
A good mother to her son Fergal in Australia and to Noel Collins a devoted wife
A Kerry man with loyalties to Kerry that will remain with him for life

Good memories do last a whole lifetime for memory in time seems to stand still
For many years they lived in Millstreet the Town in view of Clara Hill
Eileen and Noel quite well liked people and they did make many a friend
But of late very sad news on Eileen that her life journey has come to an end

For all of us there is a last Season a final night and final day
On the length of human life never any guarantee when death comes who is for to say
Eileen loved her friends and her family quite a good person in every way
She has gone home to Ballydesmond forever in peace for to lay

Her genes in her son and her grandchildren living a part of her only has gone
And good memories of her in all who did know her for their lifetimes will be living on
She lived as a good person should live she never done anyone wrong
She may have lived for years in Millstreet but her heart in Ballydesmond belong

She has gone home to Ballydesmond where she lived in her younger years
Eileen Collins surely a great person one well worthy of farewell tears
Never more to see the gray fog of rain creeping down the face of old Clara Hill
And her heart that beat with love and kindness sad to say is forever still.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

We Are The Irish

We are the people of laughter and mirth
Irish by nature and Irish by birth
When in the mood for fun we celebrate
And we know how to party on until late

Our ancestors knew of sadness and tears
And endured wars and hardships and many tough years
But their love of life till death with them did remain
Their spirit and compassion in our genes we retain

Proud of our culture though ours not an overbearing pride
Our music song and dance it is known Worldwide
To join us all others we do invite
Laughter and fun people known to unite

Of racism and oppression our people have known
But that we too are not flawless we do not disown
Of the praises of others we are known to sing
And that we can laugh at ourselves is a self effacing thing

Our people in wars and famines have been down but not out
That we are a race of survivors there is not any doubt
In many bloody wars our young men their lives gave
In their belief of freedom and justice at least they died brave

Of major crimes against humanity such as genocide
Of such we do not have any secrets to hide
From our own small Country we have traveled far
We are the Irish and proud of who we are.

They Had Lived in Australia For Thousands Of Years

They had lived in Australia for thousands of years
Until the northern invaders brought them sorrow and tears
Their lands taken from them they were dispossessed
And in their own Country they became the oppressed

Their water holes poisoned they were hunted and gunned down
And on their sacred sites the so called pioneers built a town
Their children taken from them such sadness of they have known
And the respect they deserved to them was never shown

The day of the invasion of their Country now celebrated as Australia Day
True respect to Australia's first people it is time we did pay
That the day for Australia Day celebrations to them is quite hurtful should be obviously clear
And for such celebrations the date should be changed to another time of year

Australia it is true has a black history
And Australia's first people they will always be
They have survived dispossession and oppression and crimes against humanity
And they have known of racism and are treated as outsiders in their own Country

But eventually they will claim their rightful place
And be given the respect they are due as Australia's first race
That they have survived as a race of people is a miracle it does seem
And they deserve to be held in much higher esteem.

Some Things In Human Life

Some things in human life beyond me to explain
Why somebody's loss becomes someone's else's gain
It does not seem at all fair of this you may say
But then such is life and life works in this way
Losing is a thing anyone does not choose
But for one for to win someone else has to lose
Human life can be complex would you not agree
But suppose this is how it is and how it always will be
Life's winners and losers gives rise to human inequality
And few climb to the top branch of the social tree
In human life there can be inequality due to birth circumstance
People who not due to their own fault of success in life stand little chance
And why somebody's loss becomes someone else's gain
Is beyond an ordinary fellow like me to explain.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Young Jimmy The Randy

For having sex with other men's wives always some price to pay
Handsome Young Jimmy The Randy not looking handsome today
With eyes blue and swollen and a broken nose
He has got his comeuppance one has to suppose

The story of how his face was rearranged he feels too embarrassed to share
A present to him from the fists of Big Dave The Bear
Who came home early from work and found him in bed with his pretty wife Ann
To be living today Jimmy is a lucky man

As a local young stud Jimmy's reputation has grown
And for seducing other men's wives he has become known
Whilst their husbands are working with them he has his way
But you cannot win them all in life as they say

His hour of passion with Ann did not end for him in a win
Those who dabble in danger can often perish therein
Once too often the laws of morality he did transgress
And his once handsome face now looks in a mess

Young Jimmy of late is keeping out of public sight
He is not in the pub eyeing married women tonight
Like the hunted fox he has gone to ground
Since news of his bashing by Big Dave it has got around.

Lady Luck Is Not With You

Lady luck is not with you and hopes for better seem gone
But the will it is in you to keep on keeping on
It has been quite a while since in life you had a win
But you are not a quitter and you will not give in
You are searching for work since the factory you worked in closed down
And jobs are quite scarce in a high unemployment town
With a wife and three young children to support and bills for to pay
You search for a new job start every week day
But you refuse to feel negative hope in you is not dead
Hope of far better times for you and your family ahead
With other job seekers for a job start you compete
For you every day a new challenge to meet
But eventually lady luck will smile your way
As all things come to those who wait as the wise one does say.

You Will Never Become

You will never become a hero of the town
By kicking the one who is already down
The one known to be unfair others do not admire
Since people like you are to be like few desire
Picking on the underdog not seen as fair play
It will not make you a hero of the day
If of a fair go some you deny
That you will not win any friends for this no need to wonder why
Since life is already on her or him hard enough
Never try to make life harder on one doing it tough
A compassionate person helps those of helping in need
But you unlike this are not planting the seed
For your future good karma since you do not believe
That what you put into life in return you receive.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Some People I Have Known

Some people i have known are deceased today
Though till my own death memories of them with me are bound to stay
The life journey for any two not exactly the same
Perhaps this is called destiny for want of a better name
Immortality for us human beings is based on a lie
Like all other life forms we are born to die
We age rather quickly beyond our physical prime
And eventually we all do run out of time
In the not distant future on some night or day
The reaper of lives will come reaping my way
From the scythe of death there is nowhere to hide
The reality of mortality it cannot be denied
Some people i have known i will never more see
And what has become of them will also become of me.

On The Mother Of All Bombs

U S President Donald J Trump believes this is the great act of a very great man
This ordering of the bombings of the tunnels used by I S I S in Afghanistan
He may think the murdering of murderers on his behalf is great
But the killing of killers only more killing create

He says in a few months he has achieved more than his predecessor Barack Obama had in eight years
Achieved more in environmental damage and human deaths and suffering and tears
Barack Obama used his power in a positive way
But of Donald J Trump the same one cannot say

His ordering of the so called mother of all bombs on Afghanistan is an environmental crime
The affects of which will be felt on the area it was dropped on over decades of time
Any crime against our Mother Earth is quite a serious crime indeed
Of people who abuse power in a bad way the World is not in need

In eight years or less Donald J Trump from power will be gone
But the affects of his bombings on the natural environment will live on
And we still will have power abusing megalomaniacs, war, terrorism and fear
And on news of violence on news radio every day of we will hear.

Dangerous Men

Dangerous men do rule the World to order the use of nuclear warheads they have the power
like the rank weeds of the garden they do stifle every flower
Of nuclear war we live in danger this is not a source for joy
If such a thing were to happen humanity it would destroy
Great cities would be demolished millions of people would die
There would be Worldwide deaths and suffering this a fact and facts don't lie
In nuclear war all would be losers dangerous men with power do rule by fear
In every news on the radio of war and terrorism we do hear
On this the early twenty first century peace from the World seems far away
Threats of nuclear war are scary and such threats are made every day
By dangerous men with great power at their disposal yet their praises the patriots sing
The voices of peace by war mongers silenced this is such a dangerous thing
Threats and counter threats by dangerous men with nuclear weapons at their disposal rather scary one can say
But this is what we hear of and read in the media every day.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

The More I Learn Of Life

The more i learn of life the more i realize
That i know so little this not a surprise
We never stop learning seems true for to say
And we learn as we live from life every day
We have been learning from life before we learned how to crawl
And we come to realize we know little at all
Of life and it's ways though we learn as we live
That to expect to receive we must know how to give
Though of years i have reached the three score and ten
I realize i am not one of the most knowledgeable of men
But those in search of enlightenment and for knowledge have a desire
And are open to learning knowledge in this way will acquire
We never stop learning till the day we do die
And those who tell you different believe their own lie.

Charlotte Mew

That the cream to the top of the milk rises is not saying anything that is new
One can say the same of poets and poetry good poets always in the few
Some poets works quickly fade from memory like sunlit Summer morning dew
But one poet one cannot say this of is the great London writer Charlotte Mew

Born in Bloomsbury in London back in eighteen sixty nine
Her poetry grew better as she aged like good wine
With many family tragedies she knew of a very sad life
Charlotte she never was anyone's wife

In nineteen twenty eight she died in her late fifties in a slow and painful way
By drinking of lysol but her legend lives on today
In her wonderful poetry she was a great poet
She will always remain as one worthy of literary note

Family tragedies on the mental health did take toll
Of Charlotte Mew a sensitive and talented woman with a poetic soul
She was one of those who had the bright inner glow
And in her great poetry her legend does grow.

On Barnaby Joyce

With a ruddy round face and a very loud voice
The Deputy Prime Minister of Australia Barnaby Joyce
The leader of the National Party quite famous and widely known
But i for one cannot say of him that he is in a class of his own

Though many with what i say of him would not agree
Barnaby does seem quite ordinary to me
Since never any pro natural environment statement ever leaves his big mouth
That he is not a friend of Nature he leaves none in doubt

Pro everything that is toxic to the natural environment of him one can say
Barnaby would have more coal mines if he had his way
He wants to create more short terms jobs at a huge environmental cost
For to describe the utterance of his thinking for words i am lost

For giving politicians like Barnaby Joyce the power and the fame
The anti environmental voters are those for to blame
And sadly as ever their sort not of the few
And this is not saying anything that is new

That the economy is built on the Natural Environment many fail for to see
With them ignorance is bliss is how it seems to be
It is they who gave us this fellow named Barnaby Joyce
With a ruddy round face and a rather loud voice.

Friday, April 21, 2017

In Johnny Hickey's Grove

A long time ago and from here far away
In Johnny Hickey's grove in Inchaleigh children's games we did play
As primary school-goers long before our lives prime
This is going back the years more than six decades in time

Only memories of them with me now do stay
The friends of my childhood where are they today?
Since we all had to follow our lives destiny
Though i often do wonder where today they might be

Not everyone's life story in book form told
And it is true not all children do live to grow old
Not all of the children of Johnny Hickey's grove are living today
Some of them at peace where the deceased now lay

The past just a memory of Seasons long gone
And time does not wait it just keeps ticking on
Though the bodies grow old good memories as young remain
And in Johnny Hickey's grove we play children's games again

Whenever i hear children laughing at play
My thoughts carry me to a spot far away
Johnny Hickey's grove near the Town of Millstreet
Where my young friends of the past i feel happy to meet.

The Last White Butterflies

Flitting above the flowers by the garden wall
So beautiful the last white butterflies of the Fall
They will be long gone before the last Autumn leaves of brown
Will be tossed by the winds on the sidewalks of the town
Since the lives of butterflies are not that long
For to breed the natural urge in them is strong
As butterflies their average life span is just a few days
The workings of Nature never ceases to amaze
Since they do not seem bound by territory
At least in their short lives they live as totally free
But old age creeps on them in a matter of hours
And their lives even far shorter than Nature's flowers
Flitting above the flowers by the garden wall
The last white butterflies of the southern Fall.

Though Time It Does Never Wait

The odds are the parents will be outlived by their daughter and son
Though time it does never wait on anyone
And on how long you will live never a guarantee
Death can come at anytime is how it seems to be
The Reaper of lives can come at anytime
People die young and old and in their lives prime
Though three score and ten years the average human life span
On average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man
Wisdom comes with age or so we are told
But the few wise people i know they are far from old
Though many do seem to grow wiser with age
Only a wise young person can grow to a sage
But us humans like all other mortals are born to die
And that death is for everyone is not a lie.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

April In Yangery

In Yangery today it is eighteen degrees
With a cool freshness in the coastal breeze
Blowing above the paddocks across the gray sky
The weather forecast for the day is cloudy and dry
The weather for the time of year quite dry overall
On the second week of April in the southern Fall
The tiny frogs singing in every pond and drain
And the countryside looking greener after recent rain
Seemingly quite happy sheltering from the breeze
The contented cattle chewing their cuds lay by the tall cypress trees
On a nice enough day though the sun is not out
Such beauty an artist could sketch or a writer write about
Though the weather forecast does have some rain on the way
In Yangery it is a nice April day.

April In Mushera

When the mountain is cloaked in the gray fogs of rain
I will never fell timber by Mushera again
With the cool winds of April blowing across the gray sky
I only have memories of days long gone by

In showery though pleasant weather of fifteen to twenty degrees
The nesting wood pigeons cooing on the pine trees
And robins and thrushes, finches and blackbirds have their songs to sing
In Mushera wood near the prime of the Spring

In my memory time it does seem to stand still
The dark faced horned ewes with their lambs in the fields by the hill
Their bleating have followed me from far away
I fancy that i am in Mushera today

April in Mushera it can be a nice time of year
The lark above the mountain in memory i hear
Cloaked in the gray clouds he sing as upwards he does fly
His mate on her eggs in a ground nest nearby

Rain water flowing brown in every drain
Of April in Mushera the memories with me remain
I felled pine trees there many Seasons ago
Before time that rusts iron did become my foe.

These Unheralded Great People

Though in the seeds of compassion true greatness is sown
Not many great people become widely known
Since their acts of kindness in public they never promote
As they feel unworthy to be looked on as people of note
For their acts of kindness and in their generosity by good example they lead the way
The people who help those in need of helping every day
For to make the World better to live in for others their part they do play
Though of how great they are you will never hear them say
For their compassion and kindness they never receive the credit they are due
And to their higher selves they remain ever true
They spend their time working where the poorest people are
The victims of circumstance and drought and war
These unheralded great people i can only admire
And of singing their praises i for one cannot tire.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

I Remember Millstreet

I remember Millstreet as a welcoming Town
Which was one of it's many just claims to renown
As some of it's people are famous and known far and wide
Beyond the borders of Duhallow's green countryside
It has been thirty years since i lived near the Town of Millstreet
By the old rushy fields where the waterways meet
And such beautiful memories of there i retain
That until the day i do die with me will remain
Years ago in Millstreet Town and Parish i felt one of their own
But to many today there i would not be known
From the Millstreet i knew it would be different there today
Since from there i have been quite a long time away
In Claraghatlea near Millstreet Town i first saw light of day and grew into a man
Though far south of there i may live out my life span.

John Masefield The Poet

His great and large output of literary works have outlived him by decades of time
John Masefield the poet who wrote stories in rhyme
For many years Britain's Poet Laureate but in truth of him one can say
He was a true poet of the people in his lyrical way

Few poets of his time with him one could hope to compare
His type of writer was then even quite rare
Even many of his longer poems today are loved and read and widely known
Though long deceased the fans of his writing in numbers have grown

One of the last great rhyming poets none quite like him today
John Masefield was one who with words had a way
As a favorite of those who love rhyming poetry his poems do remain
With those who a literary liking for rhyme does retain

More than half of a century beyond the death of his mortal body his remains a great literary name
One who in his lifetime remained humble despite his widespread fame
A sailor and a poet in his literary prime
John Masefield the man who wrote stories in rhyme.