Soon enough it will come to you your last night and day
And that life is your greatest gift only true for to say
It is not that long in time the human life span
So live for as long as you possibly can
That the longer you will live the sooner you will die
Is based on fact and fact does never lie
Each day we live to our last day brings us near
And the reality of death always gives rise to thoughts of fear
The future ahead and the past it has gone
And the clocks on our lives ever keep ticking on
The great gift of life is a wonderful thing
And of it's praises one ought to feel happy to sing
That life is our greatest gift most would agree
On this you will not have disagreement from me.
Friday, November 30, 2018
Not All Old Men
Not all olld men does feel that they are old
But that they are sexy and muscular and handsome to behold
Delusional in their thinking of them it can be said
That their thoughts of self importance is all in the head
They wear hair pieces to hide their baldness and use hair dyes to cover their gray
And anti ageing creams to smooth their time wrinkles away
Though youth with anyone does refuse for to stay
And no fool like an old fool as the wise one does say
Not all old men feel that their better days are in the past
And that the clocks on their lives are ticking too fast
Quite bored of their ageing partners or wives
Always on the lookout for younger lovers in their lives
Not all men many decades beyond their physical prime
Surrender in humility to the ravages of time
In their minds they remain young and dashing and bold
They do not grow wiser they only grow old.
But that they are sexy and muscular and handsome to behold
Delusional in their thinking of them it can be said
That their thoughts of self importance is all in the head
They wear hair pieces to hide their baldness and use hair dyes to cover their gray
And anti ageing creams to smooth their time wrinkles away
Though youth with anyone does refuse for to stay
And no fool like an old fool as the wise one does say
Not all old men feel that their better days are in the past
And that the clocks on their lives are ticking too fast
Quite bored of their ageing partners or wives
Always on the lookout for younger lovers in their lives
Not all men many decades beyond their physical prime
Surrender in humility to the ravages of time
In their minds they remain young and dashing and bold
They do not grow wiser they only grow old.
In November In Spring
In the sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
In the Moyne Shire it is such a beautiful day
A weather temperature high of twenty four degrees
And only the slightest of a coastal breeze
Blowing above the green countryside from the Pacific shore
In near to perfect weather who could ask for more
On the lush grass contented cattle chewing their cuds lay
Earthly Utopia from here cannot be far away
The capeweed in full bloom in their bright yellow flowers
In a landscape so green after the recent showers
A great gift to Nature sunshine and rain
With such marvellous weather how could one complain
The wild birds of Nature chirp, whistle and sing
On this beautiful evening in November in Spring.
In the Moyne Shire it is such a beautiful day
A weather temperature high of twenty four degrees
And only the slightest of a coastal breeze
Blowing above the green countryside from the Pacific shore
In near to perfect weather who could ask for more
On the lush grass contented cattle chewing their cuds lay
Earthly Utopia from here cannot be far away
The capeweed in full bloom in their bright yellow flowers
In a landscape so green after the recent showers
A great gift to Nature sunshine and rain
With such marvellous weather how could one complain
The wild birds of Nature chirp, whistle and sing
On this beautiful evening in November in Spring.
Thursday, November 29, 2018
Nice People
Nice people are always a pleasure to meet
For attention with others they never compete
Of others they never have unkind words to say
The Human World in need of more of their sort today
In the Human World nice leaders are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
They are never overly assertive in their opinions and views
Nice people do never make the headline news
Of them one can say an asset to humanity indeed
Of the desire to be popular they do not feel the need
They leave it to others their praises to sing
Self promotion for them it is never their thing
Suppose i am lucky in my own way
In that i do meet a few nice people every day.
For attention with others they never compete
Of others they never have unkind words to say
The Human World in need of more of their sort today
In the Human World nice leaders are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
They are never overly assertive in their opinions and views
Nice people do never make the headline news
Of them one can say an asset to humanity indeed
Of the desire to be popular they do not feel the need
They leave it to others their praises to sing
Self promotion for them it is never their thing
Suppose i am lucky in my own way
In that i do meet a few nice people every day.
Is There Need To Explain
To your higher self try to remain as true
And always give credit to where it is due
And not to big note yourself on your side of the town
And in your words do never drag anyone down
There is an old saying that to most people is known
The often quoted truism each to their own
Of many wealthy celebrities negative stories we often read
It is only by good example that people can lead
On the workings of karma one can only believe
Those who give out of kindness in return can expect to receive
To living as a better person this does apply
Many of the most caring of people are publicity shy
In kindness begets kindness the truism remain
Of the meaning in this is there need to explain.
And always give credit to where it is due
And not to big note yourself on your side of the town
And in your words do never drag anyone down
There is an old saying that to most people is known
The often quoted truism each to their own
Of many wealthy celebrities negative stories we often read
It is only by good example that people can lead
On the workings of karma one can only believe
Those who give out of kindness in return can expect to receive
To living as a better person this does apply
Many of the most caring of people are publicity shy
In kindness begets kindness the truism remain
Of the meaning in this is there need to explain.
An End Of Life Plan
For every ageing woman and every ageing man
These so called enlightened thinkers have drawn up this end of life plan
On your final affairs for you the final say
We are governed until death it has always been this way
Since i do not have money or property to anyone to bequeath
Until my financial situation changes for the better i will not be taking a seat
In a solicitor's office to discuss an end of life plan
Of my wordly affairs at the end of my life span
Or if i am buried or cremated or where my ashes should be spread
Since cares and worries belong to the living and not to the dead
I just wish to live for as long as i possibly can
And die without pain as a very old man
And since i am one of poverty trying to live free
An end of life plan not for the likes of me.
These so called enlightened thinkers have drawn up this end of life plan
On your final affairs for you the final say
We are governed until death it has always been this way
Since i do not have money or property to anyone to bequeath
Until my financial situation changes for the better i will not be taking a seat
In a solicitor's office to discuss an end of life plan
Of my wordly affairs at the end of my life span
Or if i am buried or cremated or where my ashes should be spread
Since cares and worries belong to the living and not to the dead
I just wish to live for as long as i possibly can
And die without pain as a very old man
And since i am one of poverty trying to live free
An end of life plan not for the likes of me.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
On A Dead Little Raven
A young little raven by the roadway hit by a car or truck had died
His very distressed parents were cawing at his side
On their behaviour the true symptons of shock and grief they did show
If humans does grieve for their dead so too does a crow
Humans are not alone on grieving for their dead
Of all creatures of life this too can be said
A dead crow not a loss the less well enlightened may say
But far too many animals, birds, amphibians and reptiles are dying on roadways today
That some people are convinced that creatures cannot grieve does beggar belief
On the behaviour of the ravens for their young dead i witnessed true grief
The baby they had worked hard to raise had just lost it's life
My sympathy was with the raven and his wife
To us humans alone grief does not belong
Those who will tell you so have got it all wrong.
His very distressed parents were cawing at his side
On their behaviour the true symptons of shock and grief they did show
If humans does grieve for their dead so too does a crow
Humans are not alone on grieving for their dead
Of all creatures of life this too can be said
A dead crow not a loss the less well enlightened may say
But far too many animals, birds, amphibians and reptiles are dying on roadways today
That some people are convinced that creatures cannot grieve does beggar belief
On the behaviour of the ravens for their young dead i witnessed true grief
The baby they had worked hard to raise had just lost it's life
My sympathy was with the raven and his wife
To us humans alone grief does not belong
Those who will tell you so have got it all wrong.
Of Changes In Duhallow
There are many changes in the Duhallow of today
But some of them all for the better it does seem this way
Many different races of black, white and brown
In the Barony live in every village and town
The Duhallow of the twentieth century was a multicultural place
Where few had to go beyond Ireland their ancestry to trace
But the twenty first century brought to the Barony new people a welcome change indeed
Since of such a thing of Duhallow was badly in need
The Ireland i was raised in was a monocultural Land
And that many would like it to remain so one can understand
But changes for the better new people with them does bring
And multiculturalism can be such a wonderful thing
I have not lived in Duhallow for many a year
And of changes for the better there such good news for to hear
Today there are many different races of black, white and brown
In every Duhallow village and every Duhallow town.
But some of them all for the better it does seem this way
Many different races of black, white and brown
In the Barony live in every village and town
The Duhallow of the twentieth century was a multicultural place
Where few had to go beyond Ireland their ancestry to trace
But the twenty first century brought to the Barony new people a welcome change indeed
Since of such a thing of Duhallow was badly in need
The Ireland i was raised in was a monocultural Land
And that many would like it to remain so one can understand
But changes for the better new people with them does bring
And multiculturalism can be such a wonderful thing
I have not lived in Duhallow for many a year
And of changes for the better there such good news for to hear
Today there are many different races of black, white and brown
In every Duhallow village and every Duhallow town.
The Young Men Who Played For Killarney Road Rovers
The young men who played for Killarney Road Rovers where might they be today
Some of them living in Duhallow yet and some where the deceased are lay
And from Neily Duggan's Inch Field some of them ageing far away
Time does not wait for anyone as the wise one does say
The years go by so quickly and young men as young men does not stay
Some of the men who played for K R R are grandparents today
In the Inch Field at Claraghatlea their fans often cheered them on
And only the memories does remain of what has been and gone
Killarney Road Rovers now a defunct club just a memory of the past
But few things in life as has been said are ever known to last
On the much loved Rovers sad to say time brought the curtain down
There is no football club today just west of Millstreet Town
Nowadays no football club west of Millstreet Town which seems sad just the same
On The Inch Field the young men who played for Killarney Road Rovers enjoyed their Sunday game But on looking back the Seasons this now seems long ago
And time that was then on their side has now become their foe.
Doubtless the young men who played for Killarney Road Rovers retain the memory
Of their games on the Inch Field and of the what used to be
When they were younger, fitter and stronger and their legs did move fast
But time has become the master of the young men of the past.
Some of them living in Duhallow yet and some where the deceased are lay
And from Neily Duggan's Inch Field some of them ageing far away
Time does not wait for anyone as the wise one does say
The years go by so quickly and young men as young men does not stay
Some of the men who played for K R R are grandparents today
In the Inch Field at Claraghatlea their fans often cheered them on
And only the memories does remain of what has been and gone
Killarney Road Rovers now a defunct club just a memory of the past
But few things in life as has been said are ever known to last
On the much loved Rovers sad to say time brought the curtain down
There is no football club today just west of Millstreet Town
Nowadays no football club west of Millstreet Town which seems sad just the same
On The Inch Field the young men who played for Killarney Road Rovers enjoyed their Sunday game But on looking back the Seasons this now seems long ago
And time that was then on their side has now become their foe.
Doubtless the young men who played for Killarney Road Rovers retain the memory
Of their games on the Inch Field and of the what used to be
When they were younger, fitter and stronger and their legs did move fast
But time has become the master of the young men of the past.
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Piping Shrikes Or Australian Magpies
Known as Australian magpies though in reality a piping shrike
Black and white crow sized birds they do not have a look alike
Birds of every town park and every countryside
Throughout Australia they are known far and wide
Once seen and once heard one cannot get them wrong
The piping shrikes are loved for their beautiful song
They can be heard sing every day of the year
Their beautiful flute like warbling notes always pleasant to hear
In cup shaped nest of sticks with some wire high on a tree
The females lay brownish dotted eggs mostly three
On their breeding Season in aggression they do not lack
And even human beings they have been known to attack
Piping shrikes or Australian magpies as they are widely known
Are aggressive birds with ways of their own
On mice, worms, insects, frogs and skinks and small birds they are known to prey
Often hear them singing at night and see and hear them every day.
Black and white crow sized birds they do not have a look alike
Birds of every town park and every countryside
Throughout Australia they are known far and wide
Once seen and once heard one cannot get them wrong
The piping shrikes are loved for their beautiful song
They can be heard sing every day of the year
Their beautiful flute like warbling notes always pleasant to hear
In cup shaped nest of sticks with some wire high on a tree
The females lay brownish dotted eggs mostly three
On their breeding Season in aggression they do not lack
And even human beings they have been known to attack
Piping shrikes or Australian magpies as they are widely known
Are aggressive birds with ways of their own
On mice, worms, insects, frogs and skinks and small birds they are known to prey
Often hear them singing at night and see and hear them every day.
Norrie Guerin
Sad news out of Ballydaly Norrie Guerin has passed away
Quite a nice and caring person of her one can only say
A good mother to her children and to the late John Guerin a good wife
In Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra she lived most of her long life
On the Cork and Kerry border her journey in life began
And in the honourable John Guerin she did marry a good man
Ballydaly without her one can say a poorer place
That life is not forever a sad fact we have to face
But she will be remembered though her life's gift from her has gone
And in everyone who knew her good memories of her will live on
People like her well worth knowing so much goodness in her to admire
To Ballydaly's youth a great role model goodness in life she did inspire
It is a fact of human existence and fact does never lie
That we are born as mortals and mortals are born to die
And even the very thought of death can be a humbling thing
But the praises of good people like Norrie Guerin one should feel happy to sing
Born and raised as Nora Cronin in Sliabh Luachra's mountain countryside
That she lived as a great person of her cannot be denied
In the cemetery in Millstreet of St Mary's in view of Cashman's Hill
Her heart that beat with kindness is sad to say forever still.
Quite a nice and caring person of her one can only say
A good mother to her children and to the late John Guerin a good wife
In Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra she lived most of her long life
On the Cork and Kerry border her journey in life began
And in the honourable John Guerin she did marry a good man
Ballydaly without her one can say a poorer place
That life is not forever a sad fact we have to face
But she will be remembered though her life's gift from her has gone
And in everyone who knew her good memories of her will live on
People like her well worth knowing so much goodness in her to admire
To Ballydaly's youth a great role model goodness in life she did inspire
It is a fact of human existence and fact does never lie
That we are born as mortals and mortals are born to die
And even the very thought of death can be a humbling thing
But the praises of good people like Norrie Guerin one should feel happy to sing
Born and raised as Nora Cronin in Sliabh Luachra's mountain countryside
That she lived as a great person of her cannot be denied
In the cemetery in Millstreet of St Mary's in view of Cashman's Hill
Her heart that beat with kindness is sad to say forever still.
To Your Higher Self
To your higher self try to remain as true
And eventually karma will be kind to you
For kind acts you perform karma you will repay
Kindness begets kindness seems true for to say
There is more to life than living for me, myself and i
Since living for self is only based on a lie
Always thinking of self never makes you a better woman or man
Help anyone in need of your help if you possibly can
Since every day you does plant karma's good seed
By helping those of your helping in need
Good karma in abundance for yourself you does sow
That good does beget good everyone ought to know
As well as living for self others with you should share
Of that kindness begets kindness one should be aware.
And eventually karma will be kind to you
For kind acts you perform karma you will repay
Kindness begets kindness seems true for to say
There is more to life than living for me, myself and i
Since living for self is only based on a lie
Always thinking of self never makes you a better woman or man
Help anyone in need of your help if you possibly can
Since every day you does plant karma's good seed
By helping those of your helping in need
Good karma in abundance for yourself you does sow
That good does beget good everyone ought to know
As well as living for self others with you should share
Of that kindness begets kindness one should be aware.
Monday, November 26, 2018
Magpie Larks Or Pee Wees
Magpie larks or pee wees i see and hear every day
So charming and endearing in their own familiar way
Dainty black and white birds slightly bigger than blackbirds of town parks and countryside
All over Australia they are known far and wide
In a cup shaped nest of mud mostly on fork of branch of tree
The female lay white eggs with brown dots of four, five or three
In paddocks and parks one often see them walking around
Searching for insects to eat on the ground
Once seen and once heard they live in memory
Their song does give rise to their nickname of pee wee
Though of humans wary they are not that shy
They allow you get close to them before they do fly
Dainty black and white birds i often does hear
And see more than once every day of the year.
So charming and endearing in their own familiar way
Dainty black and white birds slightly bigger than blackbirds of town parks and countryside
All over Australia they are known far and wide
In a cup shaped nest of mud mostly on fork of branch of tree
The female lay white eggs with brown dots of four, five or three
In paddocks and parks one often see them walking around
Searching for insects to eat on the ground
Once seen and once heard they live in memory
Their song does give rise to their nickname of pee wee
Though of humans wary they are not that shy
They allow you get close to them before they do fly
Dainty black and white birds i often does hear
And see more than once every day of the year.
Love
Love is not one way this much i believe
It is a thing you must give to receive
You cannot love one to you who is cruel
Lack of compassion to dislike the fuel
Love it can give rise to laughter and tears
And can live a lifetime or die in a few years
That there are many forms of love happens to be true
And if you live without love how sad life is for you
Love is a thing humanity could not exist without
And is an antidote to war there can be little doubt
Those with love in them of others do care
And their surplus of it are always willing to share
But some are sadly lacking in love which does seem sad to say
One of the reasons for conflict in the World of today.
It is a thing you must give to receive
You cannot love one to you who is cruel
Lack of compassion to dislike the fuel
Love it can give rise to laughter and tears
And can live a lifetime or die in a few years
That there are many forms of love happens to be true
And if you live without love how sad life is for you
Love is a thing humanity could not exist without
And is an antidote to war there can be little doubt
Those with love in them of others do care
And their surplus of it are always willing to share
But some are sadly lacking in love which does seem sad to say
One of the reasons for conflict in the World of today.
Old illowa
Of the coastal Moyne Shire a gem in the crown
Illowa between Warrnambool City and Koroit Town
A coastal undulating at most times green countryside
Where in all Seasons Nature's peace and beauty abide
To the descendants of the Dreamtime Australia's first race
Tower Hill in Illowa is a sacred place
To the Gundijtmara people a great sense of pride
That beyond the Moyne Shire is known far and wide
What can be said of Illowa that has not been said before
This beautiful place by the Pacific shore
Home to long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo
And emu, koala, echidna and wallaby and grey kangaroo
And for it's natural beauty it is widely known
Old Illowa does have a charm of it's own.
Illowa between Warrnambool City and Koroit Town
A coastal undulating at most times green countryside
Where in all Seasons Nature's peace and beauty abide
To the descendants of the Dreamtime Australia's first race
Tower Hill in Illowa is a sacred place
To the Gundijtmara people a great sense of pride
That beyond the Moyne Shire is known far and wide
What can be said of Illowa that has not been said before
This beautiful place by the Pacific shore
Home to long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo
And emu, koala, echidna and wallaby and grey kangaroo
And for it's natural beauty it is widely known
Old Illowa does have a charm of it's own.
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Just One Of Those
Since for doing it i never receive any pay
I only write rhymes for enjoyment in truth i can say
A hobby i hope to never give away
That i will be doing on my life's final day
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
When i was twenty seven in nineteen seventy three
Going back the years five with four decades ago
And since time that ages has become my foe
Long before i reached my physical prime
Rhyme was quite popular this is going back in time
But rhymers not considered as poets by the literary critics of today
With time too comes change it is always this way
I used to love reading rhymes as a schoolboy
And writing them nowadays i thoroughly enjoy
Rhyme is a thing anybody can write
And easy to read, memorize and recite
I love writing rhyme and i do not pretend
That i hope to be doing it until my life's journey end
For many years i have been a rhyming buff
Just one of those who has penned pages of stuff.
I only write rhymes for enjoyment in truth i can say
A hobby i hope to never give away
That i will be doing on my life's final day
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
When i was twenty seven in nineteen seventy three
Going back the years five with four decades ago
And since time that ages has become my foe
Long before i reached my physical prime
Rhyme was quite popular this is going back in time
But rhymers not considered as poets by the literary critics of today
With time too comes change it is always this way
I used to love reading rhymes as a schoolboy
And writing them nowadays i thoroughly enjoy
Rhyme is a thing anybody can write
And easy to read, memorize and recite
I love writing rhyme and i do not pretend
That i hope to be doing it until my life's journey end
For many years i have been a rhyming buff
Just one of those who has penned pages of stuff.
Drought Times
There are no signs of rain in the blue and gray sky
For many months it has been so very dry
The cracked and bare earth it is crying out for rain
But in the long range weather forecast the drought will remain
The farm dams almost dry and the paddocks looking bare
With scarce enough of grass for to sustain a hare
A forecast high for the day of twenty nine degrees
With all of the moisture sucked from the land denuded of trees
In the drought ravaged land far from the nearest town
Top soil blowing in the wind from the earth dry and brown
Without any trees ground moisture to retain
The drought ravaged paddocks are crying out for rain
The farmer a sad looking man to behold
The last of his cattle and sheep he has sold.
For many months it has been so very dry
The cracked and bare earth it is crying out for rain
But in the long range weather forecast the drought will remain
The farm dams almost dry and the paddocks looking bare
With scarce enough of grass for to sustain a hare
A forecast high for the day of twenty nine degrees
With all of the moisture sucked from the land denuded of trees
In the drought ravaged land far from the nearest town
Top soil blowing in the wind from the earth dry and brown
Without any trees ground moisture to retain
The drought ravaged paddocks are crying out for rain
The farmer a sad looking man to behold
The last of his cattle and sheep he has sold.
This Is How Human Life Is
In cold and draughty disused factories bereft of light
So many poor people are sleeping rough tonight
Living it tough and financially down
The homeless and hungry of the poor side of the town
Some of them will not outlive their physical prime
And for drug offences some of them in jail are serving their time
Worldwide there are millions like them in every city and town
Life is only a day to day existence for the financially down
So many like them who are born to die young
Their praises by anyone are never sung
We all ought to be equal since we breathe the same air
But due to circumstance of birth life on so many does seem so unfair
A change of luck for the better does seem far away
And tomorrow for them just one more hungry day
Everyone cannot be a winner as the wise one does say
This is how human life is and will always be this way.
So many poor people are sleeping rough tonight
Living it tough and financially down
The homeless and hungry of the poor side of the town
Some of them will not outlive their physical prime
And for drug offences some of them in jail are serving their time
Worldwide there are millions like them in every city and town
Life is only a day to day existence for the financially down
So many like them who are born to die young
Their praises by anyone are never sung
We all ought to be equal since we breathe the same air
But due to circumstance of birth life on so many does seem so unfair
A change of luck for the better does seem far away
And tomorrow for them just one more hungry day
Everyone cannot be a winner as the wise one does say
This is how human life is and will always be this way.
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Three Cheers For Life's Reaper
They come as a package narcissism, wealth and fame
And of famous narcissistic people far too many to name
And as well as many not so famed people i happen to know
Who too are sadly lacking in the inner glow
The one who brings death to all big egos one day
Three cheers for life's reaper is all i can say
Since it does make equal the great and the small
Death is not such a bad thing after all
Big egos are everywhere all around me
Everyday to my chagrin them i happen to see
Far too often for my liking i see and i meet
The people who do not lack in self conceit
Thanks be to for life's reaper is all i can say
The one who claims all lives deserves a hooray.
And of famous narcissistic people far too many to name
And as well as many not so famed people i happen to know
Who too are sadly lacking in the inner glow
The one who brings death to all big egos one day
Three cheers for life's reaper is all i can say
Since it does make equal the great and the small
Death is not such a bad thing after all
Big egos are everywhere all around me
Everyday to my chagrin them i happen to see
Far too often for my liking i see and i meet
The people who do not lack in self conceit
Thanks be to for life's reaper is all i can say
The one who claims all lives deserves a hooray.
Where Mine To Many
Where mine to many remains a stranger's face
I feel lucky to live in this beautiful place
Where the honeyeaters twitter and sing
On a pleasant October evening in the Spring
On a wonderful evening even for the time of year
The songs of the blackbirds so pleasant to hear
Such beauty that artists and writers inspire
In Nature so much beauty always for to admire
Nature has her own laws and lives in her own way
And of her one does learn something new every day
But the more we learn of Nature the more we realize
That of her we know little this not a surprise
A beautiful October evening of a pleasant Spring day
From here Earthly Utopia cannot be far away.
I feel lucky to live in this beautiful place
Where the honeyeaters twitter and sing
On a pleasant October evening in the Spring
On a wonderful evening even for the time of year
The songs of the blackbirds so pleasant to hear
Such beauty that artists and writers inspire
In Nature so much beauty always for to admire
Nature has her own laws and lives in her own way
And of her one does learn something new every day
But the more we learn of Nature the more we realize
That of her we know little this not a surprise
A beautiful October evening of a pleasant Spring day
From here Earthly Utopia cannot be far away.
In Memory I Never Left
In memory i never left west of Millstreet
And the green rushy fields where the waterways meet
And in fancy i often does hear the birds sing
In a leafy grove in the prime of the Spring
The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
And Nature's scenes from my younger years such joy to me does bring
It is with me today beauty that i have seen
Like bluebells in bloom on the ditch of a bohreen
In Claraghatlea where i first saw light of day
And where i used to live when my hair was not gray
Today many there would not recognize me
Some may even wonder who the stranger might be
Physically i have not been in Duhallow for thirty two years
And for my younger years i have shed my last tears
But Nature's beauty i have known in me does remain
And often in fancy i walk in the old fields again
In Claraghatlea i am one who did not stay
And who knows where i will live my last night and day
But i brought them with me the fields near Millstreet
Of the green countryside where the waterways meet.
And the green rushy fields where the waterways meet
And in fancy i often does hear the birds sing
In a leafy grove in the prime of the Spring
The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
And Nature's scenes from my younger years such joy to me does bring
It is with me today beauty that i have seen
Like bluebells in bloom on the ditch of a bohreen
In Claraghatlea where i first saw light of day
And where i used to live when my hair was not gray
Today many there would not recognize me
Some may even wonder who the stranger might be
Physically i have not been in Duhallow for thirty two years
And for my younger years i have shed my last tears
But Nature's beauty i have known in me does remain
And often in fancy i walk in the old fields again
In Claraghatlea i am one who did not stay
And who knows where i will live my last night and day
But i brought them with me the fields near Millstreet
Of the green countryside where the waterways meet.
Friday, November 23, 2018
Why Tell Us All About It
Why tell us all about it since we already know
That it is not possible for a budgie to mate with a crow
Though some people are not that hard to deceive
And something like this they would even believe
Some politicians a truthful word never does say
Yet in their words they deceive people every day
There are some people at lying who do quite well
And keep a straight face when a lie they does tell
Yes some are quite good at lying for to give them their due
And that one lie leads to another lie only happens to be true
Some people the truth are quite good to disguise
And eventually even believe their own lies
Some people have lied their way to great wealth and fame
There are quite a few surely you do know by name.
That it is not possible for a budgie to mate with a crow
Though some people are not that hard to deceive
And something like this they would even believe
Some politicians a truthful word never does say
Yet in their words they deceive people every day
There are some people at lying who do quite well
And keep a straight face when a lie they does tell
Yes some are quite good at lying for to give them their due
And that one lie leads to another lie only happens to be true
Some people the truth are quite good to disguise
And eventually even believe their own lies
Some people have lied their way to great wealth and fame
There are quite a few surely you do know by name.
Beyond Their Own Parish
Beyond their own parish they never travel far
But they feel more content of mind than most of the well travelled are
happy to live as a familiar face
Among friends and family in their homeplace
The big World out there they feel no desire to see
And of the cares of life they does seem carefree
Without any wish for to travel to places elsewhere
And see some great sights in the big World out there
From their first home they never travel too far away
In familiar surrounds always happy to stay
Over decades of years their strong sense of place they retain
Whilst many they went to school with migrated at home they happily remain
Among friends and family a known and loved face
One has to admire them for their sense of place.
But they feel more content of mind than most of the well travelled are
happy to live as a familiar face
Among friends and family in their homeplace
The big World out there they feel no desire to see
And of the cares of life they does seem carefree
Without any wish for to travel to places elsewhere
And see some great sights in the big World out there
From their first home they never travel too far away
In familiar surrounds always happy to stay
Over decades of years their strong sense of place they retain
Whilst many they went to school with migrated at home they happily remain
Among friends and family a known and loved face
One has to admire them for their sense of place.
The Caverwall Poet
A genius of words was the Caverwall poet
Robert Buchanan one worthy of far greater literary note
One who saw life to most in a different way
He was a natural wordsmith of him one can say
Such marvellous poetry he did create
And his literary output to say the least great
In life and in death as a poet he is not well known
Though as a wordsmith he remains in a class of his own
He was a person of enlightened mind
Yet life to him it did not seem at all kind
Having this said writers who grow wealthy from writing are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
With the wealthy and influential he never supped wine
And though today his poems live on in books and can be seen online
His is not considered a great literary name
And is a writer who desreves a far greater fame
One almost forgotten in the literary World of today
Yet in my estimation a great poet anyway
One who in his great poetry is worthy of recall
He does not have many equals the Poet of Caverwall.
Robert Buchanan one worthy of far greater literary note
One who saw life to most in a different way
He was a natural wordsmith of him one can say
Such marvellous poetry he did create
And his literary output to say the least great
In life and in death as a poet he is not well known
Though as a wordsmith he remains in a class of his own
He was a person of enlightened mind
Yet life to him it did not seem at all kind
Having this said writers who grow wealthy from writing are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
With the wealthy and influential he never supped wine
And though today his poems live on in books and can be seen online
His is not considered a great literary name
And is a writer who desreves a far greater fame
One almost forgotten in the literary World of today
Yet in my estimation a great poet anyway
One who in his great poetry is worthy of recall
He does not have many equals the Poet of Caverwall.
Thursday, November 22, 2018
In The Colours Of Nature
Everyday everywhere all around me
Beauty i do not have to pay to see
In the colours of Nature true beauty is seen
She is and will always be the World's beauty queen
Her natural beauty is for all to admire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire
Nature she is in a class of her own
Yet so much about her does remain as unknown
Yet of her we learn something new every day
We never stop learning it does seem this way
The one with the unrivalled creative power
From a tiny seed she grows a beautiful flower
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
And to view it i do not have to pay to see.
Beauty i do not have to pay to see
In the colours of Nature true beauty is seen
She is and will always be the World's beauty queen
Her natural beauty is for all to admire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire
Nature she is in a class of her own
Yet so much about her does remain as unknown
Yet of her we learn something new every day
We never stop learning it does seem this way
The one with the unrivalled creative power
From a tiny seed she grows a beautiful flower
Her beauty is everywhere all around me
And to view it i do not have to pay to see.
Racism Does Have Three Colours
Racism does have three colours black, white and brown
And sadly there are racists in every town
And the victims of racism can be of any race
But in humanity for it there ought not be a place
Since the beauty in those different to them they cannot see
Racists are ignorant as the word can be
Where there is mistrust only hatred can grow
The mind bereft of love lacks in the inner glow
All humans come from a similar seed
And all human races with each other are known for to breed
And since red is the blood we all shed when we bleed
Of racists among us we are not in need
Racism leads people to crimes of hate
Too much about this we hear of and read of late
Racist people are not loving or kind
No room for compassion in the bitter mind
Racism has three colours black, white and brown
And sadly there are racists in every town
The beauty in those different to them they does fail to see
And they lack in compassion, love and empathy.
And sadly there are racists in every town
And the victims of racism can be of any race
But in humanity for it there ought not be a place
Since the beauty in those different to them they cannot see
Racists are ignorant as the word can be
Where there is mistrust only hatred can grow
The mind bereft of love lacks in the inner glow
All humans come from a similar seed
And all human races with each other are known for to breed
And since red is the blood we all shed when we bleed
Of racists among us we are not in need
Racism leads people to crimes of hate
Too much about this we hear of and read of late
Racist people are not loving or kind
No room for compassion in the bitter mind
Racism has three colours black, white and brown
And sadly there are racists in every town
The beauty in those different to them they does fail to see
And they lack in compassion, love and empathy.
Not Such A Bad Thing
Suppose death is is not such a bad thing after all
Since it treats as equal us humans to the insects that crawl
On Mother Earth who does feed us until the day we do die
Is this idea of humans being superior to all other life forms based on a lie?
For humans as well as all other living things there is a last night and day
What is born must die life is this way
Does not matter if yours is a celebrated name
And you are one admired for your money and fame
Death will not treat you any different to the one in poverty or even the dog, pig or sheep
Your appointment with the reaper of lives you are born with you must keep
Us humans in technology, science, chemistry and mathematics may have come far
But we are not as great as we think that we are
Since to the scythe of life's reaper we eventually does fall
Suppose death is not such a bad thing after all.
Since it treats as equal us humans to the insects that crawl
On Mother Earth who does feed us until the day we do die
Is this idea of humans being superior to all other life forms based on a lie?
For humans as well as all other living things there is a last night and day
What is born must die life is this way
Does not matter if yours is a celebrated name
And you are one admired for your money and fame
Death will not treat you any different to the one in poverty or even the dog, pig or sheep
Your appointment with the reaper of lives you are born with you must keep
Us humans in technology, science, chemistry and mathematics may have come far
But we are not as great as we think that we are
Since to the scythe of life's reaper we eventually does fall
Suppose death is not such a bad thing after all.
Rhymers Are Born
Rhyme is a thing that is easy to write
And easy to read and memorize to recite
And though few rhymers do make the literary grade
Like all writers they too play their role in the wordsmith trade
Most literary critics dismiss a rhymer as a non poet
Not one who is worthy of literary note
And though most of their rhymes from memory are quick to fade
Rhymers are born and cannot be made
There are a few rhymers in every town
Who write rhymes for enjoyment and never for wealth and renown
For them never an encore or a hooray
They write rhymes for the sheer love of it every day
Rhyming nowadays is no longer an in thing
And the praises of rhymers few bother to sing
They used to be popular a long time ago
Going way back in time some six decades or so
What used to be it is not anymore
Literary critics rhymers ignore
Rhymers write for enjoyment never for fame or pay
And they will be rhyming until their last day.
And easy to read and memorize to recite
And though few rhymers do make the literary grade
Like all writers they too play their role in the wordsmith trade
Most literary critics dismiss a rhymer as a non poet
Not one who is worthy of literary note
And though most of their rhymes from memory are quick to fade
Rhymers are born and cannot be made
There are a few rhymers in every town
Who write rhymes for enjoyment and never for wealth and renown
For them never an encore or a hooray
They write rhymes for the sheer love of it every day
Rhyming nowadays is no longer an in thing
And the praises of rhymers few bother to sing
They used to be popular a long time ago
Going way back in time some six decades or so
What used to be it is not anymore
Literary critics rhymers ignore
Rhymers write for enjoyment never for fame or pay
And they will be rhyming until their last day.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
In A Financial Hole
Though they may be entrenched in a financial hole
There is nothing wrong with people on the dole
Since job seekers are many and jobs are in the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
And since people nowadays without money cannot live
Why begrudge them the small amount of cash that the State to them does give
With home rentals to pay and a family to clothe and feed
Of a well paying job they are badly in need
For every well to do person many are in poverty
In the Human World between people there will never be equality
The working poor as well as people on welfare
Nowadays sad to say are not even rare
So why begrudge those in a financial hole
The poor people condemned to a life on the dole.
There is nothing wrong with people on the dole
Since job seekers are many and jobs are in the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
And since people nowadays without money cannot live
Why begrudge them the small amount of cash that the State to them does give
With home rentals to pay and a family to clothe and feed
Of a well paying job they are badly in need
For every well to do person many are in poverty
In the Human World between people there will never be equality
The working poor as well as people on welfare
Nowadays sad to say are not even rare
So why begrudge those in a financial hole
The poor people condemned to a life on the dole.
The Power To Do Good
To be kind and caring is never a sin
But the power to live as a better person can only come from within
In the karma of life we reap what we sow
The seed of a weed to a flower never grow
The longest lived human life as time goes not a long span
A few years more for a woman than it is for a man
On average in years of three score and ten
And death for us all the final earthly amen
Though many who live as good people their names never on any memorial wall
For their kindness they will be remembered with fondness since in them nothing small
Though of more of their sort the Human World is in need
For their future good karma they always plant the good seed
To be kind and compassionate is never a sin
But the power to do good can only come from within.
But the power to live as a better person can only come from within
In the karma of life we reap what we sow
The seed of a weed to a flower never grow
The longest lived human life as time goes not a long span
A few years more for a woman than it is for a man
On average in years of three score and ten
And death for us all the final earthly amen
Though many who live as good people their names never on any memorial wall
For their kindness they will be remembered with fondness since in them nothing small
Though of more of their sort the Human World is in need
For their future good karma they always plant the good seed
To be kind and compassionate is never a sin
But the power to do good can only come from within.
Without Me Life Goes On
Without me life goes on west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
I left there two years and three decades ago
And since time that rusts iron has become my foe
Claraghatlea where i first looked on the lamp of day
From where i now live in distance far away
Illowa of the Moyne Shire of song, story and rhyme
Once home to the people of the Dreaming Time
I often does think of my first home in Millstreet
And the old rushy fields where the waterways meet
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
Since i last lived in Millstreet the babies back then
Now in their early thirties aging women and men
Today there few would recognize me and few of me would know
Time on me is showing and has left me walking slow
In the Claraghatlea fields the clear flowing rill
Babbles towards the river with a tongue that is never still
But today i would be a stranger to many west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown.
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
I left there two years and three decades ago
And since time that rusts iron has become my foe
Claraghatlea where i first looked on the lamp of day
From where i now live in distance far away
Illowa of the Moyne Shire of song, story and rhyme
Once home to the people of the Dreaming Time
I often does think of my first home in Millstreet
And the old rushy fields where the waterways meet
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
Since i last lived in Millstreet the babies back then
Now in their early thirties aging women and men
Today there few would recognize me and few of me would know
Time on me is showing and has left me walking slow
In the Claraghatlea fields the clear flowing rill
Babbles towards the river with a tongue that is never still
But today i would be a stranger to many west of Millstreet Town
Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown.
On What I Know Of And See
Of the existence of a god ask one other than me
Since on religious matters i do not have a degree
I am not enlightened or never did claim to be
I can only believe on what i know of and see
Why billions of people believe in their god in the sky
Is something to understand i would not even try
But since we all look at life in our own sort of a way
It is each to their own as the wise one does say
Of the existence of a supreme being the mystery grow
Though of their god in the sky billions of people claim to know
Not for me to say if in their beliefs they are right or wrong
Since to the agnostic doubters i am one who belong
of the existence of a god why do you ask me
Since i only believe on what i know of and see.
Since on religious matters i do not have a degree
I am not enlightened or never did claim to be
I can only believe on what i know of and see
Why billions of people believe in their god in the sky
Is something to understand i would not even try
But since we all look at life in our own sort of a way
It is each to their own as the wise one does say
Of the existence of a supreme being the mystery grow
Though of their god in the sky billions of people claim to know
Not for me to say if in their beliefs they are right or wrong
Since to the agnostic doubters i am one who belong
of the existence of a god why do you ask me
Since i only believe on what i know of and see.
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
In The Nearby Wood
In the nearby wood in the dawning gray
The shrike thrush is whistling to greet the new day
To be a fine songster one of it's claims to fame
The brown and gray bird known as the gray shrike thrush by name
Distinctive inb their appearance and their beautiful song
Birds once seen and once heard one never again should get wrong
In tree hollow or low branch in cup shaped nest of bark and moss the female bird lay
A few palish eggs with brown dots through the gray
In the little wood by the old country town
In Spring i often hear them whistling at dawn and just before and after sundown
Quite distinctive birds with ways of their own
For their beautiful song they are loved and known
In the calm of the dawn so pleasant to hear
A gray shrike thrush whistling on a tree somewhere near.
The shrike thrush is whistling to greet the new day
To be a fine songster one of it's claims to fame
The brown and gray bird known as the gray shrike thrush by name
Distinctive inb their appearance and their beautiful song
Birds once seen and once heard one never again should get wrong
In tree hollow or low branch in cup shaped nest of bark and moss the female bird lay
A few palish eggs with brown dots through the gray
In the little wood by the old country town
In Spring i often hear them whistling at dawn and just before and after sundown
Quite distinctive birds with ways of their own
For their beautiful song they are loved and known
In the calm of the dawn so pleasant to hear
A gray shrike thrush whistling on a tree somewhere near.
An October Day
In the mostly sunny blue sky just a few wooly looking clouds of gray
In the Moyne Shire it is such a beautiful day
In the prime of October in the far Southern Spring
The wildborn nesting birds chirp, whistle and sing
The beautiful flute like music as ever pleasant to hear
Of the birds who does sing every day of the year
The silver billed magpies birds known Australia wide
Of every town park and every countryside
And the familiar song of the magpie larks which sounds like their nickname pee wee
Birds one often hear and often does see
After the recent rain Nature looking lush and green
And the coastal Moyne Shire at her finest is seen
Earthly utopia it cannot be too far away
From the Moyne Shire on this beautiful October day.
In the Moyne Shire it is such a beautiful day
In the prime of October in the far Southern Spring
The wildborn nesting birds chirp, whistle and sing
The beautiful flute like music as ever pleasant to hear
Of the birds who does sing every day of the year
The silver billed magpies birds known Australia wide
Of every town park and every countryside
And the familiar song of the magpie larks which sounds like their nickname pee wee
Birds one often hear and often does see
After the recent rain Nature looking lush and green
And the coastal Moyne Shire at her finest is seen
Earthly utopia it cannot be too far away
From the Moyne Shire on this beautiful October day.
On Each Other We All Do Depend
You can make the World far better to live in by trying for to live as a far better you
Treat others with respect and to them be kinder you will be remembered for good things you do
Despite what many do say we are all codependent to live on each other we all do depend
The people who work in the supermarket you may not know them but they perform you a service as if they are your friend
Those who tell you that they are truly independent are people who does believe in their own lie
They too does depend on others in some way and will have to do so until their time comes to die
Those who say they are independent in their thoughts are arrogant since they have to be arrogant to speak in this way
And arrogant people they are in the many and doubtless you do meet with them every day
They do realize that they depend on their motor mechanic for to service and fix their expensive car
Because they have plenty money to pay for this service does not tell us of how independent they are
The monarch the wealthy celebrity, president and billionaire are not independent though with this assumption they assuredly would disagree
For services rendered they are not independent in this respect no different to you and to me
despite what many do say we are all codependent in this respect no different to live on each other we all do depend
The people who work in the supermarket you may not know them but they perform you a service as if they are your friend.
Treat others with respect and to them be kinder you will be remembered for good things you do
Despite what many do say we are all codependent to live on each other we all do depend
The people who work in the supermarket you may not know them but they perform you a service as if they are your friend
Those who tell you that they are truly independent are people who does believe in their own lie
They too does depend on others in some way and will have to do so until their time comes to die
Those who say they are independent in their thoughts are arrogant since they have to be arrogant to speak in this way
And arrogant people they are in the many and doubtless you do meet with them every day
They do realize that they depend on their motor mechanic for to service and fix their expensive car
Because they have plenty money to pay for this service does not tell us of how independent they are
The monarch the wealthy celebrity, president and billionaire are not independent though with this assumption they assuredly would disagree
For services rendered they are not independent in this respect no different to you and to me
despite what many do say we are all codependent in this respect no different to live on each other we all do depend
The people who work in the supermarket you may not know them but they perform you a service as if they are your friend.
Far From Good People
The Human World as ever is not short of leaders
But sadly good leaders remain in the few
So many so called leaders have been disappointing
And this is not saying anything that is new
So many wealthy and famous leaders are far from good people
They do abuse their power in quite a bad way
So many because of them are only the poorer
And this in itself is a sad thing to say
So few leaders as is known live by good example
They grow famous and wealthy at others expense
They lack in honesty, kindness as well as compassion
And to grow famous by wealth and deception to them makes good sense
So many badly flawed and corrupted leaders
There is no shortage of them in Countries Worldwide
Whilst many are growing poorer they are growing more wealthy and powerful
Those who are at the top of the social divide
In the Human World there are winners and losers
And for one to win big many does have to lose
And so many yearn to be wealthy and famous
And poverty anyone never does choose.
But sadly good leaders remain in the few
So many so called leaders have been disappointing
And this is not saying anything that is new
So many wealthy and famous leaders are far from good people
They do abuse their power in quite a bad way
So many because of them are only the poorer
And this in itself is a sad thing to say
So few leaders as is known live by good example
They grow famous and wealthy at others expense
They lack in honesty, kindness as well as compassion
And to grow famous by wealth and deception to them makes good sense
So many badly flawed and corrupted leaders
There is no shortage of them in Countries Worldwide
Whilst many are growing poorer they are growing more wealthy and powerful
Those who are at the top of the social divide
In the Human World there are winners and losers
And for one to win big many does have to lose
And so many yearn to be wealthy and famous
And poverty anyone never does choose.
Monday, November 19, 2018
The Compassionless
As ever they are not rare they are in every town
Those who in their words like putting others down
Though of the wealthy and famous negative things they seldom have to say
But on people who work hard for average take home pay
And on the very poor and the unemployed
The people who do not have god on their side
They feel it is their right them for to criticize
In public their lack of empathy and compassion they make no attempt to disguise
They are not as good as people as they think they are
On their negative opinions on poor people they do go too far
They have too many negative things for to say
On those who never affect them in their live in any way
Of how compassionless they are they are not even aware
And sadly their type are not even rare.
Those who in their words like putting others down
Though of the wealthy and famous negative things they seldom have to say
But on people who work hard for average take home pay
And on the very poor and the unemployed
The people who do not have god on their side
They feel it is their right them for to criticize
In public their lack of empathy and compassion they make no attempt to disguise
They are not as good as people as they think they are
On their negative opinions on poor people they do go too far
They have too many negative things for to say
On those who never affect them in their live in any way
Of how compassionless they are they are not even aware
And sadly their type are not even rare.
The Old Brown Creek
Many kilometres from the nearest rural town
The old creek in it's tongue of brown
Flows onwards towards the river night and day
That flows to the Pacific far away
The inspiration of song, story and rhyme
By the old creek that was old in the Dreamtime
The Country's first people had their corroborees
On Summer evenings in the shade of the trees
The first people from their first homes have gone
But the old brown creek as ever babbles on
Through the old countryside that has Seasons of green and brown
In kilometres far from the nearest country town
On it's journey to the far Pacific shore
That is destined to last forever more.
The old creek in it's tongue of brown
Flows onwards towards the river night and day
That flows to the Pacific far away
The inspiration of song, story and rhyme
By the old creek that was old in the Dreamtime
The Country's first people had their corroborees
On Summer evenings in the shade of the trees
The first people from their first homes have gone
But the old brown creek as ever babbles on
Through the old countryside that has Seasons of green and brown
In kilometres far from the nearest country town
On it's journey to the far Pacific shore
That is destined to last forever more.
In Her Dress Of Green
She did look lovely in her dress of green
Picking bluebells from the ditch of the bohreen
With eyes blue as ripened sloes and shoulder length hair of chestnut brown
She was the fairest west of Millstreet Town
But in Duhallow one who did not stay
She went to live in the U S of A
If living she would be close to eighty today
And that physical beauty fades to time seems true to say
Though few things until death with us are known to last
She lives as a fading memory of the past
But so many Seasons have come and gone since then
And so many babes grown into young women and men
The old fields in their wildflowers of the May
And the hawthorns in their blooms of white to gray
The countryside green after recent showers
She sang as she did pick the bluebell flowers
Dark swallows chirping in the sunny sky
In pursuit of flying insects did fly
And as she picked wild bluebells she did sing
The gift of memory is a marvellous thing
A memory of a thirteen year old boy
Of the what was a lifetime to enjoy
That takes him back to sixty years ago
Long before time itself became his foe.
Picking bluebells from the ditch of the bohreen
With eyes blue as ripened sloes and shoulder length hair of chestnut brown
She was the fairest west of Millstreet Town
But in Duhallow one who did not stay
She went to live in the U S of A
If living she would be close to eighty today
And that physical beauty fades to time seems true to say
Though few things until death with us are known to last
She lives as a fading memory of the past
But so many Seasons have come and gone since then
And so many babes grown into young women and men
The old fields in their wildflowers of the May
And the hawthorns in their blooms of white to gray
The countryside green after recent showers
She sang as she did pick the bluebell flowers
Dark swallows chirping in the sunny sky
In pursuit of flying insects did fly
And as she picked wild bluebells she did sing
The gift of memory is a marvellous thing
A memory of a thirteen year old boy
Of the what was a lifetime to enjoy
That takes him back to sixty years ago
Long before time itself became his foe.
Kerryn Phelps Big Night
One might say of her she has done quite all right
For the Independent candidate Kerryn Phelps in Wentworth it has been a great night
A safe Liberal seat by the Australian Government lost
To the Liberal party and the Government this defeat comes at a huge cost
The next Australian Federal Election in time not far away
Six or seven months at most maybe April or May
Who they want as their Government for three years the Australian voters will choose
An election that the Liberal National Government are likely to lose
Kerryn Phelps her own history she did create
Disappointment for losers and winners always celebrate
The losing candidates in their campaigns gave it of their best
But were found to be wanting when put to the test
October the twentieth tweny eighteen was Kerryn Phelps big night
In the Wentworth By Election she did more than all right
For the Independent candidate Kerryn Phelps in Wentworth it has been a great night
A safe Liberal seat by the Australian Government lost
To the Liberal party and the Government this defeat comes at a huge cost
The next Australian Federal Election in time not far away
Six or seven months at most maybe April or May
Who they want as their Government for three years the Australian voters will choose
An election that the Liberal National Government are likely to lose
Kerryn Phelps her own history she did create
Disappointment for losers and winners always celebrate
The losing candidates in their campaigns gave it of their best
But were found to be wanting when put to the test
October the twentieth tweny eighteen was Kerryn Phelps big night
In the Wentworth By Election she did more than all right
A Thing Of The Past
It is true about rhyme it is a thing of the past
But then few things in time ever does seem to last
A popular form of writing many years ago
Going back in time some six decades or so
Rhyme was quite popular when i was a boy
And reading them was something i used to enjoy
But time brings with it changes as the wise one does say
And what once was popular is not so today
In the twenty first century by literary critics a rhymer is not a poet
And is one not worthy of literary note
And though the days of rhyme are in the long gone
Thanks to those who love rhyme today it does live on
In those who love rhyme in every pub sing along
Rhyme is alive in every popular song.
But then few things in time ever does seem to last
A popular form of writing many years ago
Going back in time some six decades or so
Rhyme was quite popular when i was a boy
And reading them was something i used to enjoy
But time brings with it changes as the wise one does say
And what once was popular is not so today
In the twenty first century by literary critics a rhymer is not a poet
And is one not worthy of literary note
And though the days of rhyme are in the long gone
Thanks to those who love rhyme today it does live on
In those who love rhyme in every pub sing along
Rhyme is alive in every popular song.
Sunday, November 18, 2018
That We Are Born to Die
That we are born to die to all obviously clear
But it is only the fear of dying most people do fear
That death is a part of life happens to be true
It is something that does become everyone's due
Life is a journey why otherwise pretend
That eventually sometime and somewhere has to end
Of a life for the soul after bodily death who is to say
Though many to their god of choice daily does pray
You only can live to be the best you can be
And for the suffering of others feel some empathy
And for your future good karma plant the good seed
By helping anyone of your help in need
And practice the theory in give to receive
On such a philosophy of life one can only believe.
But it is only the fear of dying most people do fear
That death is a part of life happens to be true
It is something that does become everyone's due
Life is a journey why otherwise pretend
That eventually sometime and somewhere has to end
Of a life for the soul after bodily death who is to say
Though many to their god of choice daily does pray
You only can live to be the best you can be
And for the suffering of others feel some empathy
And for your future good karma plant the good seed
By helping anyone of your help in need
And practice the theory in give to receive
On such a philosophy of life one can only believe.
Though Only Of The Wealthy And Famous
Though only of the wealthy and famous books are published to sell
Everybody have their own life story to tell
Of their successes and failures and for them what used to be
But of their lives never a published autobiography
The same in the past as it is today
For leaders there has to be followers humanity works in this way
For a few to become wealthy and famous many in their life aspirations do fail
But not all bad people do grow old in jail
Not everyone can be a material success
And live in the wealthy side of the town at a fashionable address
Though to be wealthy and famous most people would choose
In life for one to win big others do have to lose
Suppose human life is designed in this way
Since there are winners and losers in the World every day.
Everybody have their own life story to tell
Of their successes and failures and for them what used to be
But of their lives never a published autobiography
The same in the past as it is today
For leaders there has to be followers humanity works in this way
For a few to become wealthy and famous many in their life aspirations do fail
But not all bad people do grow old in jail
Not everyone can be a material success
And live in the wealthy side of the town at a fashionable address
Though to be wealthy and famous most people would choose
In life for one to win big others do have to lose
Suppose human life is designed in this way
Since there are winners and losers in the World every day.
The One Who Claims All Lives
They may be famous and wealthy but in one way they are no different to you and i
On that in one day or night they too will have to die
Their status does not impress life's reaper at all
The one who claims all lives will eventually pay them a call
Their fame and their money could never impress
The one who treats as equal failure and success
And who is feared by all as the monarch of death
Who eventually robs everybody of life's living breath
The years do go quickly beyond the physical prime
And tthey too will grow old like all others in time
As time is our master and it is not a lie
That the longer you live the sooner you will die
And the one who claims the lives of the young and the old
Cannot be bought by money or gold.
On that in one day or night they too will have to die
Their status does not impress life's reaper at all
The one who claims all lives will eventually pay them a call
Their fame and their money could never impress
The one who treats as equal failure and success
And who is feared by all as the monarch of death
Who eventually robs everybody of life's living breath
The years do go quickly beyond the physical prime
And tthey too will grow old like all others in time
As time is our master and it is not a lie
That the longer you live the sooner you will die
And the one who claims the lives of the young and the old
Cannot be bought by money or gold.
People Who Give To Receive
Humanity does have a negative side
And the good and the bad to be found Worldwide
But i must be lucky in truth i can say
In the nice and kind people i meet every day
There are good men and women in every town
Always willing to help the financially down
Without expecting the reward of monetary pay
For to help others they do go out of their way
People who give in life for to receive
On such a philosophy they do believe
They help others out of kindness and in return expect nothing at all
Yet their names are not to be seen on a memorial wall
Everyday for good karma they plant more seed
By helping poor people of their help in need.
And the good and the bad to be found Worldwide
But i must be lucky in truth i can say
In the nice and kind people i meet every day
There are good men and women in every town
Always willing to help the financially down
Without expecting the reward of monetary pay
For to help others they do go out of their way
People who give in life for to receive
On such a philosophy they do believe
They help others out of kindness and in return expect nothing at all
Yet their names are not to be seen on a memorial wall
Everyday for good karma they plant more seed
By helping poor people of their help in need.
One To Be Derided
One to be derided by those of the lowest form of verbal wit
And by them often laughed at but never laughed with
Sadly a few like him in every town
As targets for the ignorant yobbos for to be put down
Slightly retarded of him one might say
But quite a beautiful person in his innocent way
That some are being cruel to him he does not realize
All people good and kind in his non discerning eyes
His mind is free of corruption and taint
One may say of him he is a living saint
A person i do feel privileged to know
Since he is one who has the bright inner glow
Those who laugh at him ignorant yobbos who lack in common sense
And nothing to be said of them in their defense.
And by them often laughed at but never laughed with
Sadly a few like him in every town
As targets for the ignorant yobbos for to be put down
Slightly retarded of him one might say
But quite a beautiful person in his innocent way
That some are being cruel to him he does not realize
All people good and kind in his non discerning eyes
His mind is free of corruption and taint
One may say of him he is a living saint
A person i do feel privileged to know
Since he is one who has the bright inner glow
Those who laugh at him ignorant yobbos who lack in common sense
And nothing to be said of them in their defense.
Saturday, November 17, 2018
Gray Shrike Thrushes
From forested country they never venture far
They are birds one sees often where many trees are
And they are quite familiar to me
On the borders of woods them i often does see
In a cup shaped nest of bark and grass in a tree hollow the female bird lay
Two to four brown dotted eggs of white to pale gray
They live on insects and slugs and flies and bees
That they find on the ground and on low branches of trees
Of human kind wary but not all that shy
Gray shrike thrushes the name that they are known by
You see and hear them once you never again get them wrong
They have such a beautiful flute like whistling song
From wooded places never that far away
They are birds i see often though not very day.
They are birds one sees often where many trees are
And they are quite familiar to me
On the borders of woods them i often does see
In a cup shaped nest of bark and grass in a tree hollow the female bird lay
Two to four brown dotted eggs of white to pale gray
They live on insects and slugs and flies and bees
That they find on the ground and on low branches of trees
Of human kind wary but not all that shy
Gray shrike thrushes the name that they are known by
You see and hear them once you never again get them wrong
They have such a beautiful flute like whistling song
From wooded places never that far away
They are birds i see often though not very day.
The Knowledgeable One
We are told that for knowledge you at least need a uni degree
And that such a thing does not grow on a bush or a tree
But i know of a young mother she is thirty three
And there are few i know as knowledgeable as she
Is as she knows a lot about many a thing
Yet her own praises she is one who never does sing
A devoted mother to her children and to her husband a good wife
She says that her knowledge come from the book of life
Tall and slender with reddish brown hair and eyes of brown
She is one of the prettiest on her side of the town
Down to earth in her ways and one of charm and grace
But she is far more than a beautiful face
Since she is one who has truly proved to me
That to be knowledgeable you do not need a uni degree.
And that such a thing does not grow on a bush or a tree
But i know of a young mother she is thirty three
And there are few i know as knowledgeable as she
Is as she knows a lot about many a thing
Yet her own praises she is one who never does sing
A devoted mother to her children and to her husband a good wife
She says that her knowledge come from the book of life
Tall and slender with reddish brown hair and eyes of brown
She is one of the prettiest on her side of the town
Down to earth in her ways and one of charm and grace
But she is far more than a beautiful face
Since she is one who has truly proved to me
That to be knowledgeable you do not need a uni degree.
What Is Life About At All
We have been learning from life before we learned how to crawl
But of life for a moment have you ever wondered at all
What it is about since the great to the small
Eventually like the leaves of the deciduous trees to Nature's reaper must fall
You crave material wealth and Worldly renown
And you want to be known as the most successful one in the town
With many others for this honor you do compete
Such competition that takes place in every street
But when all you dream of in life you achieve
And from life what you ask for you do receive
And your big ego to a far bigger one swell
You suddenly feel physically quite unwell
Your doctor refer you to a health consultant and her diagnosis for you worse than sad
In fact her news for you it is very bad
That you have a terminal illness you may be deceased in two years
Your wife and teenage children at your bad news in tears
From the height of achievements and the pride in your success
To sickness on death list and in great unhappiness
You feel like a brown leaf of the Autumn to the earth about to fall
And you ask yourself what is life about at all?
But of life for a moment have you ever wondered at all
What it is about since the great to the small
Eventually like the leaves of the deciduous trees to Nature's reaper must fall
You crave material wealth and Worldly renown
And you want to be known as the most successful one in the town
With many others for this honor you do compete
Such competition that takes place in every street
But when all you dream of in life you achieve
And from life what you ask for you do receive
And your big ego to a far bigger one swell
You suddenly feel physically quite unwell
Your doctor refer you to a health consultant and her diagnosis for you worse than sad
In fact her news for you it is very bad
That you have a terminal illness you may be deceased in two years
Your wife and teenage children at your bad news in tears
From the height of achievements and the pride in your success
To sickness on death list and in great unhappiness
You feel like a brown leaf of the Autumn to the earth about to fall
And you ask yourself what is life about at all?
Just One Of Many
Her wonders are many in truth one can say
Though of her we do learn something new every day
But the more we learn of her the more we realize
That of her we know little this not a surprise
So much joy to so many Mother nature does bring
And i like so many her praises love to sing
The one from a tiny seed that can create a beautiful flower
Remains the World's number one super power
Her wonders are many and her secrets not few
And though every day of her we learn something new
The more we learn of her ways the more our wonder of her does grow
And we come to realize that so little about her we know
Yet such joy to so many her beautiful creations does bring
And i am just one of many that her praises love to sing.
Though of her we do learn something new every day
But the more we learn of her the more we realize
That of her we know little this not a surprise
So much joy to so many Mother nature does bring
And i like so many her praises love to sing
The one from a tiny seed that can create a beautiful flower
Remains the World's number one super power
Her wonders are many and her secrets not few
And though every day of her we learn something new
The more we learn of her ways the more our wonder of her does grow
And we come to realize that so little about her we know
Yet such joy to so many her beautiful creations does bring
And i am just one of many that her praises love to sing.
Most Of Them Do Believe
Good memories of them for their bravery many wish to recall
But many true heroes do not believe they are heroes at all
They say what they had done most others in their situations would do the same
And they do not welcome the glorification of fame
Their sort truly brave people but they do not see it this way
And what they had done people do every day
Of their exrtreme acts of bravery they try to leave none in doubt
That fame is a thing that they can live without
Many brave people say for their acts of bravery credit they are not due
That to their higher selves they were only being true
To them fame and honor can be an ego swelling thing
And their own praises you never do hear them sing
Many true heroes in the estimation of most people walk tall
But most of them do believe they are not heroes at all.
But many true heroes do not believe they are heroes at all
They say what they had done most others in their situations would do the same
And they do not welcome the glorification of fame
Their sort truly brave people but they do not see it this way
And what they had done people do every day
Of their exrtreme acts of bravery they try to leave none in doubt
That fame is a thing that they can live without
Many brave people say for their acts of bravery credit they are not due
That to their higher selves they were only being true
To them fame and honor can be an ego swelling thing
And their own praises you never do hear them sing
Many true heroes in the estimation of most people walk tall
But most of them do believe they are not heroes at all.
Friday, November 16, 2018
Good Memories Of Her Smiling Face
A pretty looking woman in her mid fifties maybe
One i had not seen before quite a stranger to me
With shoulder length wavy hair dyed blond for to disguise her gray
Smiled at me in passing and bid me good day
A beautiful stranger i may never more see
She is one of any cares who does seem free
The gray clouds of rain gathering above the town
She lifted my spirits since in mood i felt down
Happy people are always a pleasure to meet
She carried joy with her on walking the street
A beautiful person free of conceit or guile
With the warmth of inclusion in her beautiful smile
In her mind she is one with some joy for to spare
That with others she is only too willing to share
The joy of happiness in her eyes of brown
The stranger who brought with her joy to the town
As they are known to possess the bright inner glow
Happy people are those others wish of to know
Low gray clouds above the town were pregnant with rain
But good memories of her smiling face does remain.
One i had not seen before quite a stranger to me
With shoulder length wavy hair dyed blond for to disguise her gray
Smiled at me in passing and bid me good day
A beautiful stranger i may never more see
She is one of any cares who does seem free
The gray clouds of rain gathering above the town
She lifted my spirits since in mood i felt down
Happy people are always a pleasure to meet
She carried joy with her on walking the street
A beautiful person free of conceit or guile
With the warmth of inclusion in her beautiful smile
In her mind she is one with some joy for to spare
That with others she is only too willing to share
The joy of happiness in her eyes of brown
The stranger who brought with her joy to the town
As they are known to possess the bright inner glow
Happy people are those others wish of to know
Low gray clouds above the town were pregnant with rain
But good memories of her smiling face does remain.
Though His Here To Many
Though his here to many is not a known face
He is one who is an asset to the place
Since he does love Nature and for wildlife truly does care
Everyplace nowadays in need of the environmentally aware
His kind by land developers are looked on as foes
Since the development of building or mining on natural habitat they strongly oppose
His is the voice for Nature for the birds and animals and trees
And the flower bearing plants for the polluting bees
News headlines by his sort have never been made
And for them there never is a street parade
Since voices for Nature on her behalf have much to say
And greedy developers see them as people of their profiteering of getting in the way
As a true friend of Nature to his thoughts he is true
And to him and his sort far more credit is due.
He is one who is an asset to the place
Since he does love Nature and for wildlife truly does care
Everyplace nowadays in need of the environmentally aware
His kind by land developers are looked on as foes
Since the development of building or mining on natural habitat they strongly oppose
His is the voice for Nature for the birds and animals and trees
And the flower bearing plants for the polluting bees
News headlines by his sort have never been made
And for them there never is a street parade
Since voices for Nature on her behalf have much to say
And greedy developers see them as people of their profiteering of getting in the way
As a true friend of Nature to his thoughts he is true
And to him and his sort far more credit is due.
The Humble Of Mind
In a Human world where millions for attention and success compete
The humble of mind one does not often meet
In this twenty first century so many their own praises does sing
Narcissism it has become quite an in thing
The narcissistic sort fame and recognition desire
But they are the sort i for one cannot admire
Most of their sort sad to say does lack in empathy
And for those doing it tough cannot feel sympathy
They are a pleasure to know of the compassionate and kind
Since they are not narcissistic and are humble of mind
In the twenty first century of advanced technology the humble of mind are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
In the Human World of the twenty first century narcissism seems rife
And humility is losing to a new way of life.
The humble of mind one does not often meet
In this twenty first century so many their own praises does sing
Narcissism it has become quite an in thing
The narcissistic sort fame and recognition desire
But they are the sort i for one cannot admire
Most of their sort sad to say does lack in empathy
And for those doing it tough cannot feel sympathy
They are a pleasure to know of the compassionate and kind
Since they are not narcissistic and are humble of mind
In the twenty first century of advanced technology the humble of mind are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
In the Human World of the twenty first century narcissism seems rife
And humility is losing to a new way of life.
Australia's Little Ravens
That they are clever birds of them i only know
Australia's little raven or otherwise the pale eyed crow
Where i live they are birds i do see every day
They are good at surviving of them one can say
On stick nest near the top of a middle sized tree
The female lay brown dotted eggs from six down to three
In Spring their numbers seem to multiply
And by Summer their young self sufficent are well able to fly
Of Most birds in thinking they seem far ahead
In water to soften to eat i have seen them dip hard crusty bread
If someone told me this i would say they were telling me lies
But this i have witnessed with my own eyes
In their range they are birds to everyone that are known
And at problem solving they are in a class of their own.
Australia's little raven or otherwise the pale eyed crow
Where i live they are birds i do see every day
They are good at surviving of them one can say
On stick nest near the top of a middle sized tree
The female lay brown dotted eggs from six down to three
In Spring their numbers seem to multiply
And by Summer their young self sufficent are well able to fly
Of Most birds in thinking they seem far ahead
In water to soften to eat i have seen them dip hard crusty bread
If someone told me this i would say they were telling me lies
But this i have witnessed with my own eyes
In their range they are birds to everyone that are known
And at problem solving they are in a class of their own.
In Yangery Today
In pursuit of flying insects in the sunny sky
The dark welcome swallows does chirp as they fly
With young to feed in shed rafters nearby in cup shaped nest
From flying little time for their wings to rest
Chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees the black cattle lay
In Yangery on this sunny October day
With warmth in the sunshine and the coastal breeze
On a weather temperature high for the day of twenty five degrees
With the warm days of Summer to the coastal lands near
It is warm today even for the time of year
The magpies are warbling melodious and clear
Their beautiful songs always pleasant to hear
Where the Seasons first white butterflies are to be seen
The coastal lands are looking so lush and so green
The sun shining bright in a sky blue and gray
In Yangery it is a beautiful day.
The dark welcome swallows does chirp as they fly
With young to feed in shed rafters nearby in cup shaped nest
From flying little time for their wings to rest
Chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees the black cattle lay
In Yangery on this sunny October day
With warmth in the sunshine and the coastal breeze
On a weather temperature high for the day of twenty five degrees
With the warm days of Summer to the coastal lands near
It is warm today even for the time of year
The magpies are warbling melodious and clear
Their beautiful songs always pleasant to hear
Where the Seasons first white butterflies are to be seen
The coastal lands are looking so lush and so green
The sun shining bright in a sky blue and gray
In Yangery it is a beautiful day.
This Is How It Is
It does seem a hard thing to try to explain
How somebody's loss becomes somebody's gain
But humanity does seem to work in this way
There are winners and losers in life every day
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
For one for to win someone else has to lose
Without losers no winners would you not agree
This is how it is and how it always will be
Not everyone can know of wealth and renown
There are winners and losers in every town
The winner is the one that the masses admire
To be a loser anyone to does never aspire
And without losers no winners would you not agree
This is how it is and how it always will be.
How somebody's loss becomes somebody's gain
But humanity does seem to work in this way
There are winners and losers in life every day
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
For one for to win someone else has to lose
Without losers no winners would you not agree
This is how it is and how it always will be
Not everyone can know of wealth and renown
There are winners and losers in every town
The winner is the one that the masses admire
To be a loser anyone to does never aspire
And without losers no winners would you not agree
This is how it is and how it always will be.
Never An Asset
They are not an asset to humanity
The people who are lacking in empathy
Superior in their minds to the financially down
Those doing it tough on the poor side of the town
They pride themselves in their grand homes and new car
And like to tell their aspirational friends of how marvelous they are
At their social gatherings in the posh restaurant on high street
With their wealthy friends for attention they do compete
They never would think of helping those of helping in need
And sadly their sort nowadays not a rare breed
The look at me syndrome alive and well today
So many who aspire to be successful on a material way
But they are never an asset to humanity
The people who are known to be lacking in empathy.
The people who are lacking in empathy
Superior in their minds to the financially down
Those doing it tough on the poor side of the town
They pride themselves in their grand homes and new car
And like to tell their aspirational friends of how marvelous they are
At their social gatherings in the posh restaurant on high street
With their wealthy friends for attention they do compete
They never would think of helping those of helping in need
And sadly their sort nowadays not a rare breed
The look at me syndrome alive and well today
So many who aspire to be successful on a material way
But they are never an asset to humanity
The people who are known to be lacking in empathy.
I Thought I Left Millstreet
I thought I left Millstreet but Millstreet has not left me
Since in moments of nostalgia the high fields by Clara I see
And I often hear the soft babble of the Claraghatlea rill
Whose clear flowing liquid tongue day and night is never still
Though the past it has gone of memories of it we are never free
A migrant from Duhallow is the best I can be
Though I left there in years many decades ago
And time that ages all life has become my foe
I thought I left Millstreet but thought has proved me wrong
As the memories of the Hometown remain ever strong
I would walk on the West End as a stranger to many today
Who is this old fellow many of me would say
Here in Illowa of the Moyne Shire between Koroit and Warrnambool
Far south of the Town where as a boy I attended school
The years have left me balding with hair of silver gray
Where to many I remain as one from far away
I thought I left Millstreet on view of Clara Hill
But memories remain with me and always will
Of a place north of where I now live far away
Claraghatlea where I first looked on the lamp of day.
Since in moments of nostalgia the high fields by Clara I see
And I often hear the soft babble of the Claraghatlea rill
Whose clear flowing liquid tongue day and night is never still
Though the past it has gone of memories of it we are never free
A migrant from Duhallow is the best I can be
Though I left there in years many decades ago
And time that ages all life has become my foe
I thought I left Millstreet but thought has proved me wrong
As the memories of the Hometown remain ever strong
I would walk on the West End as a stranger to many today
Who is this old fellow many of me would say
Here in Illowa of the Moyne Shire between Koroit and Warrnambool
Far south of the Town where as a boy I attended school
The years have left me balding with hair of silver gray
Where to many I remain as one from far away
I thought I left Millstreet on view of Clara Hill
But memories remain with me and always will
Of a place north of where I now live far away
Claraghatlea where I first looked on the lamp of day.
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