Autocratic Murderous Dictators

Why should they be remembered because of them millions of people did die
That evil people should be forgotten in truth is not a lie
Since such people are not even worthy of the title of ill fame
Yet today they are remembered for their awful crimes of shame
They were the weeds of the garden who stifled every flower
One wonders why such people were given so much power
The people their soldiers murdered in mass graves went to decay
And sadly some autocratic murderous leaders like them in the Human World of today
And sadly they too will be remembered and their innocent victims are forgot
Without any memorial to them and in mass graves left to rot
Autocratic murderous dicatators should be erased from history
Even the fact that they existed blotted from memory
They murdered millions of innocent people yet they live in history today
And the good people their soldiers murdered in mass graves forgotten lay.

Is Rather Tough

Life for so many people is tough day to day
Nothing that's easy seems to come their way
Having to work hard for low take home pay
Life choices mostly for well off people only true to say
Not many stories of success from the poor side of town
Few wish to know of you when you are financially down
Only of the wealthy we read of and hear
That they are looked on as winners is obviously clear
Most born of poor parents know of poverty
Lack of money gives rise to human inequality
Those who are poor many things must go without
Poverty gives rise to lack of self worth and self doubt
In a World where many are hungry and homeless and sleeping rough
Their journey in life on them is rather tough.

In The Mostly Sunny Blue Sky

In the sunny mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray
It is such a beautiful January day
Not too warm or too cool of around twenty degrees
And the balmy air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
Such beautiful weather for the time of year
The flutes of the magpies so pleasant to hear
White butterflies dancing in the gentle breeze
Around the sunlit bushes and trees
Above the brown paddocks in the evening sky
With the sun on their dark wings the welcome swallows fly
In pursuit of flying insects a beautiful sight
As fast as a motor car when in full flight
In the sunny mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray
So nice to be living on such a nice day.

Why Should You Give Away

Though yours it will never become a great name
And for doing it you never will receive money or will not know of fame
Despite of what others of you does say
Your favourite hobby do not give away
Even locally you are not one of the well known
And none ever refer to you as one of our own
If your hobby in life means so much to you
To your favourite past time you ought to stay true
To your higher self as true does remain
Since what you enjoy doing is for your own enjoyment not for financial gain
It is something you have enjoyed doing since you were a girl or boy
And why should you give away what brings you so much joy
And because of what others of you dsoes say
What you enjoy doing why should you give away.

Joe And June

To the scythe of life's reaper we eventually will fall
It is a young person's World after all
Old Joe in his local pub can only talk of the past
But only memories of what was for him does last
He often talks of the day the regional one mile championship race he won
His mum and dad proud to claim him for their son
But many a season has gone by since then
And the hero of the past now one of the town's elder men
In the eyes of his long time soulmate and wife June he remains a great
She says he is one the town should celebrate
Grandsparents in their early eighties they both have known of a far better physical day
The once great athlete and his rose in decay
The young athletes of the town old Joe for his sporting achievements does not admire
To be olympic champions they only to does aspire
And though it has been a long time ago when in his last race he ran
In the eyes of his wife June he remains a great man.

The Old Shearer Ed

Though like all others he has a life story to tell
It will never be published in book form to sell
In his prime years the top shearer in many a shearing shed
Time has caught up on the old shearer Ed

In his prime years in pubs in many a bush town
He often drank until midnight after sundown
Some of the women he made love to among the deceased lay
And those living like old roses fading away

For the what used to be he does not have any tears
The past to him now are the forgotten years
Without any known children or a partner or wife
One can say he is quite alone in his life

In his late seventies his balding head silver gray
One who has had by far a better physical day
A hard working robust man in his physical prime
Eventually we all become victims of time

Sadly for him his gift of memory with him did not last
He does not remember anything or anyone from the present or past
For his safety locked in his nursing home room he is on his own
His adventurous life's journey to him now not known.

As Australia's First People

In the governance of their Country they do not have a say
The descendants of Australia's first people today
Whose ancestors were the victims of dispossession and murder and crime
They have been in Australia for milleniums of time
Most of Australia's first people relatively poor does remain
Whilst from the assets of their beautiful homeland many materially gain
The price of  foreign occupation  for indigenous people huge for to pay
In so many Countries it has been this way
Though their ways and their culture few wish to understand
They will always be the first people of this great southern Land
Their children taken from them in time going back the years
They have been the victims of  sorrow and tears
And though others from their Country materially does gain
As Australia's first people they will always remain.

Rhymers

Eventually like all they lose out to time
But rhymers they never do run out of rhyme
Not worthy to be considered as poets the literary critics do say
Since with rhyming words they only does like to play
The people who will never know of literary renown
There are rhymers in every village and city and town
In the wordsmith trade never to the fore
They write rhymes for enjoyment and little else more
Rhyme used to be popular many decades ago
But that time with it brings change happens to be so
But that there will always be rhymers only true for to say
The women and men who write rhymes every day
And like everyone eventually they lose out to time
Rhymers they never does run out of rhyme.

Their Natural Way

Your neighbour may forgive you for an affair with his wife
But if he sees you kicking his dog you become his enemy for life
For the bond of friendship with most human beings with their dog until death does remain
And if you abuse their best friend they will never speak to you again

For as long as your dog will live she or he true to you will stay
And is the truest friend that many have seems only true to say
Your partner and children may forsake you but your dog remains your friend
Your dog's love for you is unconditional on this you can depend

For a few nice words a few pats and a good feed every day
Your dog does love you truly and respect to you does pay
By how a man does treat his dog you can quite easily tell
The kind of a person he is and how he treats his family as well

Your dog's love is unconditional and this is not a lie
It is a love that lasts a lifetime until she or he does die
When all others forsake you your dog as your friend does stay
To love you without conditions it is their natural way.

Life Is Your Greatest Gift

Wealthy people may know of fame through success
And have many admirers and so many impress
Yet the poorest of people in truth than them no less
Since they too have the greatest gift a human being can possess
And this is life the greatest gift of them all
Shared by human beings as well as all creatures that run, walk, swim, fly or crawl
Though the praises of celebrities the masses may sing
When they lose their gift of life they lose everything
You well may be high on the rich peoples list
But without your gift of life you would not even exist
Without life they could not become a celebrity or a billionaire
A gift with the poorest that they only share
And despite your wealth and fame and your worldly success
Life is the greatest gift you does possess.

I May Be A Mere Mortal

I may be a mere mortal who breathes the free air
But i yearn for the strength for to treat all others fair
To not discriminate  against anyone in any sort of a way
In me plenty room for improvement in truth i can say
People due to their race or color or nationality every day being put down
Worldwide in every village and city and town
People even today for their sexual preferences are seen for to fail
And are ostracized from society and condemned to life in jail
Sadly we do not live in a World of a fair go for all
Far too many people in their thinking seem small
For a better World for all people for to live in
Only starts with ourselves the power to do good can only come from within
And though i may only be a mere mortal who breathes the free air
I yearn for the strength to treat all others fair.

January In The Moyne Shire

A weather forecast high for the day of a pleasant twenty degrees
And brown butterflies flitting around the sunlit bushes and trees
The sweet scent of hay blowing in the freshening breeze
And in the Summer air the buzzing of bush flies and bees
It is nice Summer weather in the Moyne Shire today
In the mostly sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
Yesterday warm and humid a high of thirty three
In south west Victoria the weather can change quickly in January
The drop in the weather temperature is not a bad thing
In fact for many people physical relief it does bring
With the sun on their dark wings in the evening sky
Above the brown paddocks the welcome swallows fly
A freshening breeze blowing from the ocean shore
On this beautiful evening who could ask for more.

When We Look For Beauty

Most people are  good and kind would you not agree
When you look for beauty in others beauty you will see
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder as the wise one does say
People are as you see them it does seem this way
The praises of nice people i feel happy to sing
A smile as is said does not cost one a thing
Today a friendly stranger hello to me did say
And her beautiful smile brought some joy to my day
A person who does have the bright inner glow
She greeted me as if i was one she did know
She carried joy with her and shared it around
The warmth in her greeting made for a beautiful sound
When we look for beauty only beauty we does see
This is how it seems to be would you not agree?

Worthy Of A Loud Hooray

Of the praise and the glory the winner  takes almost all
And of losers so few ever wish to recall
In life there are winners and losers every day
For one to win others lose life works in this way
Yes in all things in life it is always the same
In losing never any riches or fame
And though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
For every winner many does have to lose
This is how it is and how it always will be
All is never equal in life or humanity
She or he a brave person who can lose with grace
Who despite disappointment have a smile on their face
For such people there will be another day
And they too are worthy of a loud hooray.

A Fringe Dweller

He is one of those who does not socialize
Yet he is a man in his own ways quite wise
Yet some who know of  him say he is strange in his way
The tribeless are fringe dwellers in the Human World of today
Yet he is one who does sow karma's good seed
He never turns his back on those of help in need
He performs a good deed every day sometimes even two
Yet he never expects praise or money for the good things he do
One never seen socializing at the town's sports club
Or having a beer as many do with their mates at the local pub
The praises of self or others he never does sing
He lives in his own way and does his own thing
Some of the local tribal see him as strange but despite of him what they does say
He is generous and kind in his own unselfish way.

Is How It -Seems To Be

The future a mystery the past a memory
And we can only live in the now is how it seems to be
On how long we will live is not for us to say
For many this will be their last living day
The longest lived human  life in time not a long span
On average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man
But the fact of the matter is and fact never lie
Is the longer you live the sooner you will die
Time as is said does never stand still
Today the water of the stream that is flowing down the hill
Tomorrow will be near to the great ocean shore
And life will go on as it will forever more
We live in the now and the future ahead
And the past just a memory as has often been said.

The Man Bag

Many passions and fashions time have not survived
And the age of the man bag has finally arrived
Though i do not have a man bag in truth i can say
That fashionable males in my eyes are  okay
But eventually the man bag out of fashion will go
And that this may be sooner than later well may be so
For fashions do come and fashions do go
And eventually time becomes everyone's foe
In fashion as in most things few things ever last
What is in fashion now next year may be of the past
The in thing of the now will soon be out of date
And for fashion fans a new fashion designer to celebrate
And since few things in time ever does seem to last
The man  bag will soon be a thing of the past.

The Arrogance In Others

The arrogance in others that i does see
Is perhaps what i does dislike about in me
Since i too can be arrogant in my own way
I am a flawed person in truth i can say
What you dislike in yourself in others you can recognize
And that you do not like this person is not any surprise
And since on human body language i do not have a degree
You better ask someone with such why this should be
People you may not like you do often meet
And on your feelings to them you try to remain discreet
Some negative feelings in the mind does reside
That sometimes from the eyes of others we does try to hide
And the arrogance in others that i does see
Is perhaps what i dislike about in me.

Australia Day 2019

For many of the descendants of Australia's first people this not a good day
And one hardly should blame them for feeling this way
Since Cook and his sailors on their shores arrived
Two hundred and thirty one years of foreign occupation they have survived
One hardly can blame them if they do complain
That foreigners and their descendants from their Land stood to gain
In the National flag of Australia the Union Jack on display
But shows nothing of them and their culture which seems sad to say
Years ago Australian politicians on a day to celebrate Australia agreed on a date
A day quite offensive to many first Australians they choose to celebrate
Instead of January the twenty sixth a day that has caused a cultural divide
They could have chosen a day that would  unite and become a source of  National Pride
Many of the descendants of Australia's first people will not be celebrating Australia's Day
And one can hardly blame them for feeling this way.

A Knocknagree Rose

The bigger World out there she yearned for to see
She would not spend her lifetime in green Knocknagree
When the hawthorns were cloaked in their blossoms of pale gray
She left home on a Spring morning in early May

On a taxi that took her to meet the train at Rathmore
At the start of her journey to a distant shore
In her early twenties close to her physical prime
Full of youthful enthuasism on the right side of time

With dark wavy hair to her shoulders and eyes of light brown
The pride of the dance halls in Rathmore and Millstreet Town
Back when she was younger five decades or so
And on going back in time that does seem long ago

Her journey took her to London though i heard one who knew her say
That from there she went to live in the U S of A
In her younger years quite a beauty a Knocknagree Rose
To time she would have lost some of her beauty one would have to suppose.

January The First Twenty Nineteen

Quite sunny and warm for the first day of the New Year
The flute like songs of the magpies so pleasant to hear
With the sun on their wings in the gentle breeze
Brown butterflies flitting from bushes to trees
On this first day of January in the sunny far south
Young birds are chirping as they fly about
In the mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray
And a pleasant twenty four degrees weather forecast high for the day
Another New Year in it's infancy
The countryside in it's green and brown of January
With such beautiful weather seems hard to complain
Though some farmers and gardeners are hoping for rain
Cattle are chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees
And in the warm air the buzzing of bush flies and bees.

The True Rhymer

A true rhymer never does run out of rhyme
Though eventually she or he runs out of time
Long after their best mental and physical years have gone
The writers of rhyme they does keep rhyming on
Since rhyme was a popular form of literature many decades have gone by
And why it went out of favour one must wonder why
There was a time when every rhymer in every town
Were popular with many and knew of local renown
The twenty first century literary critics will tell you that a rhymer is not a poet
And is therefore unworthy of literary note
Perhaps in the demise of rhyme literary critics a big part did play
But having this said most things in life have their day
But the true rhymers never do run out of rhyme
And they write rhymes in their old age well past their lives prime.

The Past It Has Gone

The past it has gone only the memories does remain
Of the what used to be but cannot be again
That we learn as we live it does seem this way
And we learn something new from life every day
The years does pass quickly beyond our physical prime
And with so much to learn in so little time
And the more we does learn the more we realize
That we do know so little is not a surprise
Some lessons from the memory never does fade
We learn from the past and mistakes we have made
From the book of life new lessons for us every day
The book that has lessons for everyone only true for to say
We learn from the past and time does tick on
And at midnight this evening today will have gone.

As Some Men Grow Older

As some men grow older they do not grow wise
A fact of life many i am sure does realize
The ageing sugar daddy he dyes his hair brown
One of the materially wealthier older men of the town
In his late seventies his best physical years long gone
But the ego in him does keep on thriving on
For a beautiful blond twenty six year old he has divorced his fifth wife
That money speaks every language is a truism of life
He thinks that she loves him as they walk in the park hand in hand
Some wealthy ageing men believe that a woman loves them  not their money fail to understand
And sadly with many sugar daddies it is this way
That money gives rise to arrogance seems true for to say
He has great grandchildren in their twenties as has been told
Some men do not grow wiser they only grow old.

At The Cairn

Here on the high ground of the Cairn Nature's beauty is all around me
Green interspersed with brown coastal country as far as the naked eyes can see
Beyond the sandhills of the Cuttings where the ocean meets the shore
Our lives can be numbered in minutes Nature is forever more

On the last day of December on an afternoon not too warm or cool
Beauty that stretches to the suburbs of the City of Warrnambool
This old and beautiful Country has inspired the makers of song , story and rhyme
Old in the age of the dinosaurs and old in the dreaming time

Home to Australia's first people up to a few centuries ago
That time always brings with it changes only happens to be so
Their Country ruled by descendants of strangers who came from Lands far away
But that Nature does live on forever only does seem true to say

Overlooking the lake of Tower Hill glimmering in the sunlight
Home to birds dependent on water makes for a beautiful sight
Though here to many i may be a stranger not a well known or loved face
I feel i am rather lucky for to live near this beautiful place

Here on the high ground at the Cairn on this beautiful December day
The clock on the old year is ticking twenty nineteen only nine hours away
I feel entranced by Nature's beauty as far as the eyes can see
Beauty that will live forever everywhere all around me.

Australia The Beautiful

Why so many people wish to live in Australia one can understand
It is such a big and a beautiful Land
Home to wattle, pittosporum and eucalypt tree
In the great southern Country no shortage of beauty to see

Australia's first people who have inspired song, story and rhyme
Their ancestors the people of the Dreamingtime
An old race their history the first book long does pre date
Their history and culture is well worthy to celebrate

Australia the home to wallaby, echidna, wombat, koala and roo
Of many species of small parrot to many species of larger cockatoo
And egg laying mammals and mound nesting birds nowhere else to be seen
In a Land of many shades of Nature's brown and green

Among the beautiful Lands of the World it does belong
Australia of the Dreamtime of story and song
Why so many people wish to come to live there not hard to understand
For it is indeed quite a beautiful Land.

In The Moyne Shire

In the Moyne Shire it is such a beautiful day
In the blue sunny sky just a few clouds of gray
A weather high for the day of a pleasant twenty two degrees
And the warm  air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
The flutelike songs of the birds who sing every day of the year
The black and white magpies are  so pleasant to hear
At the end of December the old year very old
And Nature at her finest for to behold
On this beautiful Summer's evening in the gentle breeze
White butterflies flitting around the sunlit bushes and trees
From the beautiful Moyne Shire on this beautiful day
Earthly Utopia cannot be far away
The beauty in Nature to view always free
Wherever i turn to look it is all around me.

In A Paddock In Illowa

In a paddock in Illowa six young emus with their dad
In his role as a sole parent he is not doing bad
He brooded the eggs and now raise the young on his own
Apart from their egg laying any help from the females to raise the young he has not known
Emus evolved from dinosaurs milleniums of centuries ago
In the twenty first century motorized vehicles have become their greatest foe
The emus in Illowa are a picture to the place
Nearby Tower Hill for them is their home base
For the male emu as a sole parent by Nature is his task
To brood the eggs and raise the young on his own of him is a big ask
Such a nice thing to witness from where i live not far away
Six young emus with their dad in Illowa today
Grazing in a paddock in the Summer sunlight
They do indeed make for a beautiful sight.

In Duhallow In Late December

In the fields of the rook and the silver backed crow
Brown flood waters bank high where the Blackwater flow
In late December in Duhallow in weather threatening to snow
Cold wintery wind from the Boggeraghs blow

That sough in the branches of bare deciduous trees
In weather temperatures just above zero degrees
Behind the gray clouds from sight hidden away
The sun will not shine on Duhallow today

The songs of the birds one does never hear
In Duhallow at the end of another old year
In the farmyard sheds in the dawn cold and gray
The hungry cattle are bellowing for silage or hay

Hungry birds in the backyards eating scraps of food and bread
Of them three more long months of wintery weather ahead
In Duhallow in late December the old year getting old
And the loud wind from the Boggeraghs is blowing damp and cold.

You Deserve To Be One

You do give to others the respect they are due
And to your higher self you try to live as true
And you do treat others as you would like them to treat you
To live as a good person your best you always do
You are one of these people who firmly believe
That those who does give can expect to receive
For  your future good karma everyday you sow the seed
By helping anyone of your help in need
In your words you never put anyone down
And though you are not one of the high achievers of the town
The people that many look up to and admire
To be like them in any way you feel no desire
Though you are a stranger even to local fame
You deserve to be one of a far greater name.

Respect The First Australians

Respect the first Australians as you would like them to respect you
And sadly respect to them is overdue
Their ancestors  have lived in Australia for thousands of years
Instead of happiness the arrival of Cook and his sailors only brought them suffering and tears

That Australia's first people lived happier and healthier happens to be so
Before the arrival of the people from the northlands two hundred and thirty one years ago
From their ancestral lands others only stood to gain
That they are treated as second class citizens in their own Country seems beyond one to explain

As Australia's first people in this southern land they should take pride of place
Yet no Australian governor general or prime minister as of yet of  indigenous race
Their existence in Australia by thousands of years pre date written history
Yet sadly today many first Australians are living in dire poverty

That many of them  live as second class citizens in their southern homeland
Is something way beyond one to understand
Australian governments even disrespect them on their choice of date of Australia Day
To Australia's first people far more respect than this we should pay.

The Most Arrogant People

Of these powerful leaders we often does hear of and read
But how come it is mostly the most arrogant people who does get to lead
The Gandhi type leaders of the World to say the least few
And this is not saying anything that is in anyway that is new
Why do such arrogant people reach the pinnacle of ultimate success
And so many admirers they does impress
And on orders from them so many go to war for to kill for them or die
That most political leaders in their thinking are war like is not a lie
So  many arrogant male leaders in the World of today
Who are greatly admired but are not near to good people in any sort of a way
On the wars they declare any other part they do not play
Others fight for them whilst in their grand homes in safety they does stay
How come arrogant people who are not on any way close to wise
To the position of ultimate power does eventually rise.

For Your Challenges In Life

For your challenges in life you do not have to go to fight in a war far away
Since you have your own personal struggles to contend with every day
Why some people wage war on strangers to them for their government and their own fame
Is a sense of patriotism gone wrong for want of a better name
Young people go to war for to kill or to die
Government leaders who talk of a just war must believe their own lie
Every war is based on lack of love, compassion and trust
There is no such a thing as a war that is just
Why go to fight in a war in a land from home far away
When you have your own personal struggles to face every day
They never does hear the last post the war dead
Or hear from where they lay when nice things of them are said
Or look forward as the living do to the years ahead
Perhaps those who send them to war should fight in their own war instead.

Little To Say

Gray haired in his early forties and quiet in his way
And known by the apt nickname of little to say
Never in his words to cause anyone offense
He is one who does have so much common sense

With a son and a daughter in their mid twenties and a paraplegic wife
He is one who does not know of an easy life
Due to a motor car accident she spends her days in a wheelchair
But you never hear him say that life is unfair

He is quite an honorable fellow indeed
He sticks by his wife in her time of need
In the park him pushing her in her wheelchair them i often does see
In passing they smile and say good day to me

Not one of the high achievers of the town
He does not aspire to material wealth and renown
But loyal to  his paraplegic wife he does stay
The honorable man known as little to say.

A Happy Migrant

A migrant the dad of a son and a daughter
He is from the place of streams of bright water
And old hills quite old in the dinosaur time
That often inspired the creative of song, story and rhyme

His wife too a migrant though of a different Nation
In a multicultural World this does not need an explanation
In a multicultural Country of many different races
People marry or partner people from different Countries and places

Yet to see him surly he is such a nice fellow
Even with a few drinks in he remains rather mellow
A compssionate person for others quite caring
He is one of those who does believe in sharing

A migrant from the old fields of streams of bright water
His wife too a migrant they have a young son and daughter
He is always smiling he seems ever contented
His type born this way and cannot be self invented.

Old Photographs

Old photographs refresh our memories of the past
Of our better physical years for us that did not last
We age rather quickly beyond our physical prime
And eventually we all does lose out to time
Immortality for humans is based on a lie
Like all other creatures we are born to die
Death the reaper of mortals is reaping every day
People must die for others to make way
Not everyone born to life live to die old
And many human life stories have never been told
That only the good do die young as a fallacy remain
Some old sayings way beyond me to explain
Old photographs refresh our memories of the past
Of our better physical years that for us did not last.

Far Too Many Of Their Sort

Those who treat you in a subservient way
In return any respect to them you should not pay
Far too many of their sort in the Human World of today
Who respect to most people find it hard to pay
On what goes around comes around i do believe
On how we treat others in return we receive
This is how it is and how it always will be
On what i do unto others i do unto me
Mind games with others one ought not to play
Live and let live as the wise one does say
To your higher self try to live as true
And treat other people as you would like them to treat you
What goes around comes around as a truism remain
The meaning in this it's own self does explain.

Leave It To Others

Leave it to others to compete for money and fame
So many does wish for to become a great name
Just leave it to them for success to compete
And for attention where their sort socialize and meet
In an age when self promotion has become an in thing
And so many nowadays their own praises does sing
The aspirational all too willing others to impress
By bragging in public of their material success
The wealthy and famous the masses admire
And to be just like them so many desire
It seems like material success and it's trappings has been taken too far
When people are admired more for the size of their home or their car
Than the kind and compassionate who every day sow karma's good seed
By helping those who are of helping in need.

Of Your Friends Of The Past

Though them you will remember until you breathe your last
You only have memories of your friends of the past
With them you socialized in the town far away
Though this is  going back in time many a day
Your friends of the past you have not seen for years
And for what was you have shed your last nostalgic tears
But still you retain every good memory
Of the long ago and the what used to be
We all have our journeys in life for to make
And different pathhways we do choose for to  take
We all have our memories of the what used to be
And of our friends of the past we may never more see
Your past in your memory today does remain
As your only link to friends you may not meet again.

Only Live In The Now

The past just a memory of what used to be
And the future is unknown to you and to me
But we can only live in the now and the now is today
And the seconds of our lives keep ticking away
The longest lived human life in time not a long span
On average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man
But the fact of the matter and fact never lie
Is the longer you live the sooner you will die
And time as is known does never stand still
It is quite as old as the ancient brown hill
The strong, fit young people today in their prime
Will eventually lose out to this thing known as time
We live in the now and time does tick on
And tomorrow will dawn and yesterday has gone.

An Aussie Christmas Day

The evening is warm of only a slight breeze
On a weather temperature high of over thirty degrees
In the parkland after their barbeque Christmas dinner the families cricket play
On a typical enough indeed evening of Christmas day

A day when the friends and the families does meet
To eat, drink and socialize in the parkland off of the street
And enjoy the comraderie this is the Aussie way
To celebrate and make merry on Christmas Day

And meet up with old friends and talk of the past
Of another year gone and time ticking on fast
Some friends living elsewhere and some with the deceased lay
That a year makes a difference only true to say

The Christmas dinner is washed down with wine and beer
And in the friendly game of cricket there is laughter and cheer
On such warm Summer weather few at home choose to stay
Most Aussies are outdoors enjoying Christmas Day.

Life Does Go On

So many people to life have come to and have gone
But no matter who comes or goes life does go on
People are born to life for to die
But that life goes on forever is not a lie
People seem to age quickly beyond their physical prime
Eventually we all become victims of time
The praises of celebrities the masses may sing
But equality to everyone death it does bring
And life does go on and time becomes everyone's foe
And the ageing today were the young of three decades ago
Life does go on and time ticks away
And we can only live in the now and the now is today
And life does go on as it always has done
And tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone.

A Victim Of Sorts

He likes to complain of his terrible life
How he has suffered financially and in other ways due to his nasty ex wife
His son and daughter in their early twenties does not talk to him he feels hard done by
He cannot seem to  succeed in life though quite hard he does try

He blames his ex wife and his children for his unhappiness
He says they are to blame for his lack of financial success
A victim of sorts of him one might say
But there are plenty like him in the World of today

His ex wife and children of him have a different story to tell
They say he is one who did not treat them well
Two sides to most stories does seem true to say
In love and in life it is  often this way

Of his estranged ex wife and his children he often does complain
His bitternes towards them until death with him will remain
Only in his late forties with a victim's mentality
There are two sides to most stories is how it seems to be.

And Now It Is Your Turn

For the financial misfortune that befalls you others you well may blame
This is passing the buck for want of a better name
In business you win some and lose some it does go this way
And it looks like that you were the loser today
Recently somebody's loss was your financial gain
And of your financial ruthlessness this person did complain
This time of your financial dealings you did lose out
And  now you do complain but this is what big business is about
Money can make for you many a friend
As well as many an enemy why otherwise pretend
What goes around comes around happens to be true
And this time the loser happens to be you
After your recent big win some financial pain
And now it is your turn for to complain.

Few In Life Know Of It Easy

Few in life know of it easy it  does seem this way
The challenge in living most know of every day
For the majority of people never an easy pay
That life does not owe us only true to  say
And though it never does owe anyone anything
Of the praises of life one only can sing
It is the greatest gift anyone does possess
The dead they are beyond failure and success
The longest lived human life in real time not a long span
On average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man
Us humans as mortals are born to die
This the fact of the matter and fact never lie
As for me i hope for to live for as long as i possibly can
And die without pain as a very old man.

Margaret Murphy

Quite  a beautiful looking woman when in her life's prime
Though this is going back many Seasons in time
Before time that ages did become her foe
When she married the late Michael Murphy many years ago

A down to earth person in her own humble way
As Margaret McNulty she first saw light of day
To her children a good mother and to Michael Murphy a good wife
At Pound Hill in Millstreet she lived for most of her life

In her prime in Millstreet one of the fairest of all
With curly blond hair she was graceful and tall
But time is all our master as the wise one does say
In the cemetery at Millstreet's West End she is at peace today

Although she was one who was advanced in years
Her passing in Duhallow would not have gone without tears
The longest lived human life in time not a long spell
And for all of us there will be a final farewell

As nice a person as one could wish for to meet
Never more to be seen in the Town of Millstreet
And though the last breath of life from her mortal body has gone
In all who knew her good memories of her will live on.

Even In The Town Park

Even in big cities the beauty of Nature you see every day
The nearest park to you not that far away
Where on the higher branches of every tall tree
Wildborn birds sing for to proclaim territory
In the big town where you live the nearest park not far
Nature's creatures are always present where trees and bushes are
Even city parks home to the wildborn and free
And no shortage of natural beauty to see
Where old growth trees stand in urban parks often green
So much natural beauty always to be seen
In Nature as old as Earth Mother and this is so old
There is always beauty for one to behold
Even in the town park from where you live not far away
The beauty in Nature you can see every day.

To Your Higher Self

To your higher self you should always be true
And always give credit to where it is due
And in your words never put others down
Leave this to the judgmental of the town

Live and let live to all does apply
Of a fair go in life anyone don't deny
Treat other people as you would like them to treat you
Good as your best is you only can do

The praises of celebrities the masses may sing
But success as such is a relative thing
Some wealthy people are far from generous and kind
And to think of self only  are all too inclined

Every day you do sow karma's good seed
Always willing to help one of your help in need
Life's challenges without complaining you meet
And for success with others you never compete

If you do your good deed or two every day
By helping someone without asking for pay
You are one of those who plant karma's good seed
And your  life it is a great success indeed.

Singing Honeyeaters

Though honeyeaters near saltwater they seem to like to stay
On the flowering coastal trees one sees them every day
Slightly larger than a sparrow in brown, yellow and gray
They do have about them an endearing way
One can say of them that they are strangers to fame
Singing honeyeaters for them is their common name
And they does have a cheerful sort of a song
You see and hear them once and you never again can get them wrong
As well as eating insects and flies and bees
They take nectar from the flowering coastal bushes and trees
Walking near the ocean one sees them every day
Distinctive in their own familiar way
Yellow on the face and mostly gray and brown
Birds i never see in a park of the town.

Success In Itself

Compared to many your success in life seems small
But what success means to most is not success to all
You are one who struggles for to make ends meet
In a World where many for success does compete
In life nothing easy does ever come your way
You do work hard for quite low take home pay
Yet even in your many moments of despair
You never utters the words life is unfair
You  have never wronged anyone in any way
And of others never have any unkind things for to say
To your higher self you try to remain true
And for this credit to you is only your due
Though the praises of the wealthy and famous the gullible masses may sing
Success in itself it is a relative thing.

Due To Our Greed For Money

Some species of wild duck are born to dabble in shallow lakes for their food and others are born to dive
Most creatures have different ways of finding their food to survive
In Nature most creatures designed to survive in their environment though a lot of natural habitat  us humans destroy
For development due to our greed for money we endanger the existence of creatures that bring us great joy
The World is for us humans to live in and with other creatures to share
But so few of us sad to say are not in any way environmentally aware
What we do unto our  Earth Mother unto our own selves we do
And this applies to everybody and everybody includes me and you
So many creatures due to us humans extinct or endangered though many does not see this as a sense of shame
Due to our greed for money in our Human World the main source of success and fame
Each species of wildlife have their own ways of surviving but with their natural environment we interfere
And of this we have nothing for to feel proud of or any reason for to cheer
But what we do to the Earth that feeds us to our own selves we do
And this applies to everybody and this does include me and you

What Was This Country Like

What was this Country like before white people came
To the once Gondowondoland now Australia by name
Quite a different Country than it is today
New people bring with them changes in truth one can say

And what of the massacres and displacement of the Indigenous people we read of and hear about
That such things did take place there can be little doubt
The modern history of Australia has it's source in suffering, discrimination and bloodshed and tears
Some thing that has been denied by far too many for far too many years

In Australia today place names of extinct tribes no longer living there
Who became victims of settlers who came from elsewhere
And that extinction is forever is only too true
What many people receive from life is not always their due

What was this Country like going back two hundred and thirty years or so
In real time this is not that very long ago
Quite a different Country than it is today
That changes come at a huge cost to many people it does seem  this way.

That Time Is The Master

We have been told that great wordsmiths are born not made
And that from literary history great names will never fade
But all things eventually to time does lose out
That time is immortal there can be no doubt
And those who talk of  immortality should also be aware
That time in it's own time of all things take care
The name of a famed artist or writer post bodily death for centuries may live on
But time will be around when all records  of them from history has long gone
The achievements of  modern humans has been great
But time will outlive all things they do create
Those who claim some human achievements have got it all wrong
The greatest human achievements in time will only last for so long
In time most things in them does have a use by date
The great names of the Human World that we celebrate
In time eventually from history will fade away
That time is the master in truth one can say.

Allow The Waterway

Old Allow today in flood waters of brown
Roars under the river bridge in Kanturk Town
And on towards the Blackwater bank high does flow
Where into a huge waterway it does grow

Long before people to the Country now known as Ireland came
Old Allow the river then without a name
Flowed to the Blackwater every night and day
On towards the great ocean many miles away

How old are the rivers would anyone know
Long before  the birth of the first dinosaurs from the hills they did flow
And long after the life from the last human being it has gone
The rivers to oceans will be babbling on

Allow the waterway so old in time
That has inspired the makers of song, story and rhyme
Bank high in Duhallow in flood waters of brown
Roars under the river bridge in Kanturk Town.

Many Roadways Of Life

The roadways of life he has been up and down
The balding gray haired old bloke from the far away town
Eight times a grandfather divorced from his wife
He is carrying on in his journey in life
In his working life one who worked hard for his pay
He will become an octogenarian in May
In life he has known of a far better day
I am too old for love and for women he does say
In the park walking his black labrador him i sometimes does see
He always does smile and say good day to me
Any nostalgia he has had for his first hometown he has outgrown
In his bungalow with his canine friend he lives on his own
Many roadways of life he has been up  and down
On his journey that took him from the far away town.

Those Who Give

Those who give without expecting to receive are good people indeed
And of far more of their sort humanity is in need
On the links of karma to humanity they do believe
One of the reasons they give without expecting in turn to receice
Those who cause others to grow poorer due to their financial greed
For their future karma are not planting the good seed
What goes around comes around only true to say
This is how it is life works in this way
Those who are compassionate and caring and kind
Remain true to their higher self of the mind
Are those who perform good deeds every day
Without expecting in return any monetary pay
To those who are loving, generous, caring and kind credit is only due
And to their higher selves they remain ever true.

The Chainsaws Are Blaring

The sun shining bright in the blue Summer sky
And the chainsaws are blaring in the parkland nearby
The workers of the developers are cutting old growth trees down
To make room for more buiildings on the industrial side of the town

To make room for so called human progress the trees have to die
That many of us humans are not friends of our Earth Mother is not a lie
Arboreal animals and birds every day are being robbed of their trees
Environmental vandalism does come at it's own varying degrees

The loud thud of the tall trees as they hit the ground
Nature's creatures do suffer where land development does abound
The displaced creatures must displace their neighbours or die in a violent way
Exticnction of willdlife due to land clearance is the price for to pay

The true friends of our Earth Mother sad to say far too rare
With the wildlife of Nature too many of us unwilling to share
The sun shining bright in the blue December sky
And the chainsaws are blaring in the parkland nearby.

She Dearly Did Wish

She dearly did wish for to become his wife
And to him be true for the rest of her life
And with him raise their children and with him grow old and gray
She was looking forward to their wedding day

Though he called her his honey and beautiful  rose
She wondered why marriage to her he did not propose
Though he often did hint to her one day they would be wed
On their passionate intimate moments in bed

To be loved by such a handsome man she felt lucky indeed
After three months of living together she carried his seed
But he was not with her when she gave birth to their baby boy
Love as is often said is not all joy

She is left to raise her child on her own
That he was already married with two  young daughters she had not known
Tied to motherly duties she now does realize
That from love's disappointment one does become wise

She pushes her son's pram on the park pathhway
Life has it's blessings and disappointments one might say
An attractive brown haired woman in her early twenties to motherhood tied
But she loves her baby son and she has time onher side.

You Do Not Need Self Promotion

You do not need self promotion others to impress
Though nowadays a popular thing by many this seems nonetheless
Your acts of kindness and compassion says more about you
Than any words of self praise ever can do
Far too many into self promotion in the Human World of today
And that self praise is no praise only true for to say
Just leave it to others your praises to sing
Though promotion of self to many is nowadays the in thing
So many young people aspire to great riches and fame
In their effort for widespread admiration and public acclaim
If what you do you are good at others you for this will recognize
The cream to the top of the milk always rise
In a Human World where billions aspire to financial success
So many trying so hard others to impress.

For Me To Live In

For a better World for me for to live in
With my own self i do have to begin
And in this instance what applies to me also applies to you
With some self improvement most people could do
In the early twenty first century human greed has come to the fore
People already with enough of money are greedy for more
The people who help those of helping in need
By their compassion and kindness sow karma's good seed
Of the praises of compassion and kindness i feel happy to sing
But to practice what you preach is not an easy thing
Action speaks louder that words as they say
One can only admire those who perform a good deed or two every day
For a better World for me for to live in
With my own self i do have to begin.  

This Is Their Way

Their own selves they even have come to deceive
The people  their own   lies who have come to believe
A true statement from them you seldom hear of or read
One lie to another lie it always does lead
With some people lying is an every day thing
Any honor to humanity their sort never bring
The truth may be hurtful to you for to say
But the truth serves one far better than lying any day
People mostly lie the truth for to hide
For to save themselves embarrassment they lie to protect their pride
Fear of loss of public esteem they lie to disguise
One lie to another lie always to does give rise
Some people their art of lying practice every day
To live by deception this is their way.

Is There A World

Is there a World beyond the moon and stars
Far beyond jupiter, venus and mars
Where people live in peace and harmony
And love never does give rise to jealousy

A World free of anger and war and things that divide
Where nobody claims to have god on their side
Where wars over religion, culture, land and assets are never fought to be won
And the god they believe in is for everyone

Is there a World somewhere in outer space
Where people are not divided by culture and race
Where there is no monarch, celebrity or billionaire
And people with each other have love for to share

Where there is only joy where people do meet
And where for attention with each other they never compete
And they are unheard of success, wealth and fame
And everyone without a crime to their name

Is there a World somewhere beyond the sky
Where with wings post bodily death every good soul to does fly
Where love, peace and harmony ever abide
And is free of the things tthat are known to divide

So I Hope To Be Rhyming

I am one of those who enjoy writing rhyme
I have been doing it now for more than four decades of time
But never try to refer to myself as a poet
Since i do not feel worthy of literary note
It is rather simple the stuff i does write
That i email to be published on a literary site
That anybody can write rhyme is not saying what is new
Rhymers are many and poets are few
And though writers are many few make the grade
Though everyone is needed in the Wordsmith trade
In writing as in all things for one to win many must lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
If i did not enjoy doing it i would give it away
So i hope to be rhyming on my life's final day.

John Carroll

John Carroll of Inchaleigh lived as a good man
His life journey ended in Millstreet Hospital a short walk from where it began
A hard working fellow kind in his own way
He was one who did earn his every pay

Not afraid of hard work of him one could say
He often picked potatoes in St Davids in May
On a beautiful place in the Spring of the year
The bells of St Davids he often did hear

Above the potato fields carrying in the breeze
In often sunny Spring weather of around twenty degrees
Such beautiful memories he had to retain
That in memory he often did visit again

Where to many his was a well loved and known face
St Davids in Coastal southern Wales to John a favourite place
His travels from Millstreet took him to places far and wide
Though he lived his last years in his home countryside

Perhaps in his mid seventies the years on him took toll
Though ageing it is beyond human control
From life's cares and worries death brings a release
In St Mary's in Millstreet he now is at peace.

Their Business

Though you never harm anyone in any sort of a way
Why does it affect you what others of you does say
They do not buy you food or your rent or home mortgage does not pay
Sadly their sort are not rare in the Human World of today
Barring in their words they do not lie about you nothing about this you can do
Their words tell you more of the sort they are than what they say of you
There are judgmental people in every town
Who enjoy in their words on putting others down
Since you will not be turning to them if of help you are in need
Of their negative opinions on you why pay any heed
Tomorrow to criticize they will find somebody new
Of verbal targets they do have quite a few
That what others think of you is their business happens to be true
And should not be of any imporatnce to you.

In The Moyne Shire To Many

In the Moyne Shire to many mine is a stranger's face
But i feel at home in this beautiful place
At most times of year the coastal lands look green
As fine as the finest beauty i have seen

The flutes of the magpies i hear every day
Though not financially wealthy i feel lucky in another way
In that i do live where natural beauty abound
Every day Nature at her finest is everywhere around

The green countryside stretching to the Pacific shore
To live amongst such beauty who could ask for more
I have good memories of beautiful places i have known
But the Moyne shire with any of them could hold it's own

In the Moyne Shire to many a stranger i may may be
But this beautiful place does feel like home to me
Every day of of the year i can hear the pee wee
And in the coastal lands there is great beauty to see.

Ned Casey

Ned Casey played for the Slanan Rovers Football Club when he was a young man
Going back in time at least a three decades span
On his physical best years when his hair was light brown
In the Cloghoula countryside close to Millstreet Town

Down to earth and quiet spoken and in his ways shy
The better human traits to him did apply
In his lifetime he never did harm anyone
And his mum and his dad in him raised a good son

Sad news out of Millstreet where he first saw light of day
That the honourable Ned from life has passed away
Perhaps in his sixties he was not aged in years
In Millstreet and Duhallow he was farewelled in tears

He was a man who did make many a friend
And sad to learn his life's journey has come to an end
As he was one who had in him so much good
And if he could help you he most certainly would

From his homeplace in Carrigacooleen just a few kilometres away
By Cashman's Hill in St Mary's his last remains lay
From his final sufferings he has found release
Ned Casey the good man he now is at peace.

Familiar Australian Birds

Peeowit pee wee is all they ever say
The magpie larks i  hear and see every day
Dainty black and white birds of town parks and countryside
Mud nest builders known and loved Australia wide
In cup shaped mud nest high on fork of tree
The female lay pale spotted eggs of five to three
In Spring their nesting borders against aerial predators they defend
For protection their young on them does depend
In the backyard often see them walking around
In search of slugs and insects that they find on the ground
Familiar birds to many and to me
They are also known as mudlark and pee wee
I see and hear them singing every day
Peeowit pee wee is all they ever say.

The Down Side Of Love

Though the poets and the singers love's praises does sing
The down side of love can be a mentally hurtful thing
And the sorrow of lost love can linger for years
It has reduced big macho fellows to tears
Love has inspired song and story and rhyme
But few loves are known for to last a lifetime
Few unions of love does last for life
I know of one old bloke married to his sixth wife
Love is a thing that begins with a kiss
But what one never knew of one never will miss
Those who have never known of love in truth one can say
Can be spared of love's disappointments and are lucky in a way
Love that gives rise to happiness can end in tears
And linger in feelings of bitterness for years.

They Do Complain

The pollitical leaders we choose in it's own way
Of us does say more than words can ever say
We choose to elect them to office on election day
For our mistakes in life always some price to pay
The politicians who represent us in parliament are our karmic due
That the majority get what they voted for happens to be true
But it does seem beyond me in words to explain
That the majority about the people they voted to office see fit to complain
No matter who is in government it is always the same
At the high cost of living the politicians they blame
With their public representatives they voted for they are not satisfied
That most people are hard to please can hardly be denied
But in politics the majority of voters get what they voted for the fact does remain
And after the election about their government they do complain.

Have You Ever Been At A Party

Have you ever been at a party where you felt out of place
Though some of the people there you knew by face
They socialized in their own small groups with their own pet subjects to talk about
And you the outsider felt the odd one out
You are not the only one that this has happened to
In every party that has ever been there are outsiders like you
Though to fit in you are one who does try
In a group situation you are a bit shy
To be a bit different to others is never a sin
You are not the only one who at parties cannot seem to fit in
Not everyone is extroverted though some people are naturally this way
And not everyone happy at parties does only seem true for to say
You have been to a few parties where some you did  know there by face
But with them you shared nothing in common and among them you felt out of place.

Maggie May

Her rather sly smile her real self betray
The ruler in her home ageing Maggie May
Six times a grandmother with her husband Ed
The ruler of her home by her  he is led
Thirty years ago she was the pride of the town
Her natural greying hair cloaked in dye of light brown
She has put on some weight the years on her does show
Time ages the finest as everyone know
Her husband Ed a gentle and timid sort of male
He has never smoked or drank alcohol not even a light ale
In their home she is one who has the final say
He is one of those rare males who was born to obey
Appearance can deceive just take Maggie May
Her sly public smile her true self does betray.

She Or He Though Strangers

She or he though strangers to great material wealth and fame
And who does treat everybody as the same
And does not owe to anyone in any way
And works quite hard for every take home pay

To the parents that raised them a good daughter or son
They are not inferior to anyone
Since for a better Human World to live in they plant the good seed
And of more of their sort humanity is in need

In this Human World where we are judged for our material  wealth and social role
For everyone there is a pigeon hole
We look on those who have grown wealthy due to monetary greed
As those in life who deserve to succeed

It is judgmental people that we have to thank
For upholding human inequality and social rank
In a World where for success millions everyday compete
And for attention with each other when the aspirational meet

Though not wealthy and famous they are great people indeed
The people who work hard and help those of helping in need
As people them i can only admire
And of singing their praises i could never tire.

The Hands Of Time

The hands of time cannot be stopped from turning we age a little bit with every day
The baby born yesterday is one day older and younger anybody does not stay
The gift of youth with anybody does not remain time seems to have flown when we recall the past
Tomorrow it will leave us one day older and every day one nearer to our last
You may be born to be a high achiever and become a famous multi billionaire
But the agent of death known as the grim reaper your greatest gift your life of you will not spare
Time it does not wait for anybody live in the now and the now is today
Tomorrow will dawn but not for everybody we are born to die life does work in this way
Only in life people are inequal by death everybody is equal made
The poorest one becomes equal to the wealthiest  the wealthy dead hero does not walk in the street parade
The hands of time cannot be stopped from turning like all other life forms humans born to die
No such a thing as an immortal person mortality is for all and all includes you and i
Time that rusts iron is everybody's master it claims all live forms and the lives of human beings as well
And on how long you live to you even an unknown the longest lived life in time not a long spell.

I Thought i Left The Boggeragh Ranges

I thoughtv of the past that time would set me free
I left the Boggeragh Ranges but they did not leave me
Mushera, Caherbarnagh, Clara and Kippagh live in my memory
In my visualizing them i often does  see

In thought i visit Gortavehy and it's face of stone
And drive on Cladoch Valley road to the Paps of  Shrone
And from the heights of Toorbonia i see far and wide
Across Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra's green old countryside

The man leaves the mountains but the mountains in him does stay
The Boggeragh Ranges are in me today
The hills near where i lived as a boy and in my life's prime
In my memory have survived the Seasons of time

The old hills in the Land once known as Hibernia were thousands of centuries old when the first people arrived
And the great changes that time brings they have survived
If i did tell you different this would be a lie
They will be living in me until the day i do die.

Where Laughter Is Abundant

Where laughter is abundant joy in everyone does not bloom
There are lonely people in the crowded room
The community forsaken and the financially down
Are no longer rare in any city or town
Not all things in human life are always fair
So many poor people to every millionaire
For one to win big many do have to lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
It is hard to be content if you  are doing it tough
If your journey in life on you has become rough
There is some truth in the saying where laughter abound
That a few sad people can also be found
Though the praises of laughter so many does sing
And it can indeed be quite an infectious thing.

In The Age Of Narcissism

At social gatherings, parties and wherever people do meet
There are those who with each other for  attention compete
The ego in some it is out of control
And this on their humanity has taken toll
Of the age of narcissism it can be said
That humility is a gift that is all but dead
Self promotion nowadays seems quite the in thing
So many their own praises all too willing to sing
Of their own needs only many all too aware
The down to earth nowadays have become all too rare
The things born of race and nationalism that cause people  divide
Racism and xenophobia are widespread Worldwide
Any act of kindness to another human being is never too small
Here's to human equality and a fair go for all.

Old Jimmy

His best years behind him old age of him ahead
Old Jimmy says eventually we all end up dead
In his early eighties time not on his side
From the reaper of lives for anyone nowhere to hide
Jimmy a divorced grandfather is a life member of the town's football club
On Saturday evening at the local pub
He is in the mood for music, laughter and song
And he always does join in the pub sing along
I have yet to see him without a smile on his face
In his mind for sadness there is not any space
With the battle of life he carries on the fight
Old Jimmy says live every day as if it is your last and one day you will be right
It has been awhile since his hair was brown
Old Jimmy who has many friends in the town.

Of Illowa In December

The sun it is shining in a sky blue and gray
In this beautiful place known as Illowa today
A forecast high for the day of twenty degrees
With only a very slight freshening breeze
The contented cattle in grass to their knees
Laying chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees
In the paddocks lush and green after recent December showers
White butterflies are flitting among the wildflowers
Of such natural beauty a poet would write
A poem for others to read,memorize and recite
Of Illowa in December of the coastal Moyne Shire
A place of natural beauty free to all to admire
The warm air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees
On a sunny afternoon of twenty degrees.

Behind A False Facade

Behind a false facade some does well to hide
From others they can cloak their badly flawed side
One can say of them they know how to deceive
And by false pretences huge sums of money receive
Some people not that hard to deceive at all
To the charm of wily crooks they does readily fall
Which does come to them at a huge financial cost
To the bogus schemes of criminals their lifetime savings are lost
Some who receive money by deception spend many years in jail
But to prove a case on some of them the law sometimes does fail
And though the law may not bring them to book karma will one day
For our sins against others always some price to pay
Behind their false facade they hide their real selves away
They are badly flawed people of them one can say.

The True Battler

He knows all about life's battle knows what hard times are about
Though quite often down on his luck he refuse to be counted out
Not unlike the champion boxer everytime he hits the floor
He resfuse to throw the towel in raises again and fights some more
Out of work not of his own fault on the poor side of the town
With a wife and two young daughters he has reason to feel down
Yet he never complain or grumble or say that life on him is tough
He is truly the true battler people like him rare enough
Manages to keep on smiling despite his setbacks in life
He believes that times will get better for him and his daughters and his wife
Six months ago the factory he worked in closed forever since he has searched for work every week day
He believes he will get a job start hope for the better with him stay
He is truly the true battler of the poor side of the town
He is smiling through his tough times hard to keep a good man down.

On The Second Week Of Summer

On the second week of Summer and December a songster of the Spring
A gold billed male blackbird in the gray dawn does sing
His kind distinctive and familiar with ways of their own
For their beautiful song are loved and widely known
Going back the decades a century or so
His ancestors brought from England a long time ago
And released in Victoria where they multiply
And extend their range as the Springs go by
Seen in gardens and city parks and parks of the town
For their beautiful songs they are in bird renown
The brown mottled female is one without a song
But the male from once heard one could never again get wrong
On a December morning in the dawning gray
A male blackbird is singing for to greet the new day.

Some Of The Aged

Some of the aged in a wheelchair or walking frame or walking with a cane
Old age it does come with many an ache and a pain
Time on the aged body it does take it's toll
Ageing is a thing that is beyond our control
Time as it does ever it keeps ticking away
Every day brings us one nearer to our last night and day
Youth with us only does have a brief stay
Time on our lives does have the final say
Many people as they age grow weaker and ill
Time as always it never stands still
The longest lived human life in time not a long span
On average a few years  more for a woman than it is for a man
That time is our  master no need to explain
Old age comes with many an ache and a pain.

It Is Mostly About Money

It is mostly about money in the Human World of today
Without it you are friendless it does seem this way
You are in trouble if of in money you are in need
What does this say about us as people not that much indeed
Few bother to pity the poor of the town
Their friends are in the few the financially down
For class distinction and poverty you do not need to go to Lands far away
In your so called affluent town you see them around you every day
The praises of the wealthy and famous the gullible masses does sing
In the Human World money to many has become such an important thing
Only so much money to live a good life any individual does need
The main polluters of the Planet we live on are those of financial greed
All over the World in every city and town
There are homeless people who are financially down.

Poor Kate

For one of her age life on her is tough
She is often hungry and often sleeps rough
Her only child lovely dark haired Eveleen
Drowned whilst swimming in the sea when she was only seventeen
To her husband Joe she was a devoted wife
But he often did beat her gave her a terrible life
He left her for one younger and with huge bills to his debtors to pay
She had to sell their home and because of him she is homeless today
How tough financially and sad on some people life does seem to be
Poor Kate she is homeless and alone she is seventy three
Sometimes i see her on a park bench sitting on her own
Of life's tougher side she is one who has known
Alone in the World and financially down
There are so many poor people in every town.

The Claraghatlea Rill

On my flights of fancy time seems to stand still
It lives in  my memory the Claraghatlea rill
Flowing in the flat fields from high Claramore
On towards the rivers to the Atlantic shore
The songs of the dark brown white breasted dippers in my memory today
In rural Ireland they frequent every waterway
Distinctive in their appearance and in their scratchy song
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong
In the Claraghatlea rill birds often heard and seen
In the memory they remain of  the what has been
Of my younger years of decades ago
Long before time itself became my foe
Of the Claraghatlea rill good memories with me does stay
As on towards the big rivers it babbles it's way.

Tongue In Cheek Stuff

Here's To Australia and God save the Queen
And down with every mindless one who is politically green
Luckily their numbers are in the few
On saying they are anti development and jobs is not saying anything new

Here's to Australia so great overall
We have cricket, rugby league and union and Australian rules football
When we say our elite sports people are World class it is not a brag
We are so proud of our Nation and flag

Those who call us rednecks and yobbos have it all wrong
To Australia in name only their sort only belong
They may be Aussie born and raised but what right have they
For to criticize us in any way

Since we believe in Australia for Australians not for every refugee
Who from war torn Countries to our Country flee
It is only for Aussies we should save our empathy
Australia for Australians would you not agree

Here's to Australia of the green and the gold
Our young men in wars always so brave and bold
We honour them in every war street parade
Memories of their sacrifices and bravery we will not allow to fade

Not bogans or yobbos or rednecks as some of us does say
No we are true Australians in every way
So it is here to Australia this great Land of the south
Australia for Australians and keep all others out.

Kathy Duggan Nee Looney

In Lisheen in Sliabh Luachra as Kathy Looney she first saw light of day
And in her physical prime she married Pat Duggan from Millstreet in the U S of  A
A good mother to her children and to Pat a good wife
A devout and spiritual person she led by good example in life

A beautiful person with a beautiful smile
She was one untainted by conceit or guile
But sadly she had not been well for awhile
And she died from her first homeplace many a metric mile

In New York where she had lived for decades of years
Her friends and her family farewelled her in tears
But good people as Kathy was in death only physically go away
In the memories of those who loved them they does stay

Though none of us will hear our funeral bell
In life for us all there will be a final farewell
Kathy was quite attractive in her physical prime
Before she like all do became a victim of time

Such sad news from my sister Sheila today
Kathy Duggan nee Looney she has passed away
Though the great gift of life from her body has gone
In those who knew and loved her her spirit lives on.

I Heard A Goldfinch Singing

I heard a goldfinch singing in the twilight of the day
His twittering notes did take me to a woodland far away
To the high wood of Claramore overlooking Millstreet Town
On the calm of a Spring evening in the twilight post sundown

The familiar song of a familiar bird to me did take me far away
To a woodland on the higher ground on a Spring evening in May
But on going back the decades this now seems long ago
And time that ages everything has since become my foe

The cloak of night did envelop the high fields by Clara hill
And the only sound for to be heard was the babble of the rill
Flowing downland to the rivers to the Atlantic shore
And the silence it was profound in the darkened wood of Claramore

It is true about good memories a lifetime they remain
And the twittering song of a goldfinch took me to the past again
To the high wood of Claramore on the gloaming of the day
Just before the onset of night in the bloomful month of May.

Many Have Chosen To Ignore

Those who do not believe on climate change do not believe there was an ice age
And they ignore the warning that global warming is at an advanced stage
Due to our bad environmental practsices we have brought on drying out of Planet Earth by thousands
of years
The descendants of climate change deniers may yet regret the ignorance of their forbearers in tears
The burning of fossil fuels and carbon emissions for far too long out of control
On the Planet that feeds us this is taking it's toll
The Polar ice caps are melting as sea levels rise
Despite our many achievements us human beings in some of our ways are not very wise
Mother Earth she is suffering due to human greed
And of climate change deniers humanity is not in need
Global warming taking it's  toll from north to southern shore
And the dire consequences of this by climate scientists many have chosen to ignore
The fact is Mother Earth will survive climate change since fact never lie
But us humans as a species may very well die.

The Attention Seekers

Than all others more attention they deserve to receive
This is what the attention seekers do believe
Most of them in the news often and some every day
That they receive far too much attention only true for to say
In the age of self promotion their sort seem to thrive
Without attention one wonders how could they survive
At social or community gatherings or parties or wherever people meet
For attention with each other they always compete
The humble of mind their numbers are few
And this is not saying anything that is new
Attention seekers are into self in a big way
They live for to be in the news every day
At least anyhow this is how it seems to me
Though few with such an opinion would choose to agree.