Anger And Hate

Anger and hatred they do not mix well
And of them no happy stories for to tell
People because of them serve years of prison time
As they lead to horrible injuries and murder and many a serious crime
Anger and hate are poison in the mind
And people who have them cannot be compassionate and kind
They are the destruction of empathy a beautiful thing
And any joy to their host mind they never does bring
In the mind they are in beauty cannot reside
Since love and happiness by them is destroyed
In the mind they turn off the switch of the inner glow
Where they does reside love cannot grow
Anger and hate are not pleasant with for to live
As they remove from the mind the power to forget and forgive.

Old Merri River

The old Merri River crawls on deep and slow
Towards Middle Island near Warrnambool where into the Pacific it does flow
Very old in the age of the Dinosaurs and the Dreamtime
It has been the inspiration of song, story and rhyme
It flowed to the sea a waterway without a name
Thousands of centuries before the first people came
To live in the countryside known as south west Victoria today
There is no such a thing as a young waterway
Near the ocean slowed to a snail's pace by the incoming tide
It slowly flows on through the brown countryside
People like the Seasons come to life and life from them does go
But time never becomes any waterway's foe
The old Merri River is so very old
The true story of it's birth will never be told.

Leaders And Rulers

A leader should be one worthy to admire
And have the qualities of self betterment in others to inspire
Some known to be leaders in their ways are small
Since they lead as rulers and are not leaders at all
Of true leaders one seldom does hear of or of read
Since it is only by good example that they does lead
And rulers we read about and hear of every day
With them it is always you do as i say
Between rulers and leaders the difference is great
Though some say with each other they interrelate
A good leader leads by good example a ruler only rules for the sake of self power
In ways they are more different than a weed is to a flower
Leaders come in every skin color black, white and brown
And they are to be found in every village, city and town.

Women Drumming For Peace

The sound of their drumming echoes in the night
In the quiet of the park in the Autumn moonlight
Some does drum for war as an anger release
But these are the women who does drum for peace

Carried in the freshening winds that across the park blow
The sound of their drumming so pleasant and low
Borne in the breeze to the big World out there
Taking their message of peace to places elsewhere

Their drumming for peace such a beautiful thing
Serenity to the mind of the listener does bring
Compared to the loud and angry war drumming that sows the death seed
It has a sense of tranquillity about it and of more of it the Human World is in need.

In a World of many wars instilled by hatred, mistrust and fear
The sound of the drums of the women drumming for peace such a joy for to hear
Above the moonlit park in the night sky
Their message for peace in the freshening winds fly.

Cell Phone Addiction

In some forms of twenty first century technology for Nature's beauty no win
Than the people and life around him his cell phone he was more interested in
Too busily enamoured in the phone to even glance my way
On strangers to him he would not waste a good day
More beauty in his cell phone it seemed he did see
Than the beautiful bird perched on the sunlit tree
His cell phone more attractive to him than the life all about
To modern technology natural beauty is losing out
Perhaps it was texts from his friends and his lover had his eyes glued to his phone
Without modern technology he would feel so alone
He has a cell phone addiction of him one might say
Perhaps we are all addicted in some sort of a way
On a beautiful evening the sun in the blue sky
Me he did not even notice though near to him i passed by.

Greatest Teacher

We learn as we live from life every day
And we never stop learning only true to say
And for as long as the gift of memory we retain
The need for more knowledge in us will remain
The lessons in life for us are not few
And every day we live we does learn something new
Though the more we do learn the more we come to realize
That we do know so little this not a surprise
Since of any more knowledge they are not in need
Those who think they know everything are lucky indeed
They believe they know everything how lucky they are
Yet to meet others like them you need not travel far
The fact is life is our greatest teacher and fact never lie
And we will never stop learning until day we will die.

Just An Acquaintance

On my feelings one can say he was a bit tough
When he told me my rhymes were old fashioned and rough
In his opinions he did not bring joy to my day
But then such is life as the wise one does say
Than feeling angry with him i have better sense
Though his remarks to me did come with offense
His negative opinions i could have done without
As they further eroded my sense of self doubt
But since i am one with rhyming words who does love to play
Because of a few negative remarks i will not be giving rhyming away
Just an acquaintance i happened to chat to on the street
That i do know of but does not often meet
But in his words he did not bring joy to my day
You win some and lose some in life as they say.

Better World To Live In

If you wish to make the World a better World to live in
Perhaps with some self improvement with yourself you begin
Since there is room for self improvement in us all
And any self improvement in itself it is never too small
When talking of self improvement it does come to mind
That there is more to living than for self you can become more caring and kind
It is not for yourself alone that you should live
If you wish to receive then you should be willing to give
You can live to become a better woman or man
By helping anyone in need of your help if you possibly can
Without always expecting the rewards of money for pay
Life it does not have to work in this way
It is not what you do for yourself but what for others you do
A better World to live in needs some help from you.

Kenny From Dundee

Of years of life he has lived five with four score
And he will end his days far south of his home-shore
And though a strong Scottish accent with him does remain
He may never see the old Country again
Old Kenny from Dundee long past his life's prime
He is one who is showing the decay of time
The hair on his balding head is silver gray
In the City of Warrnambool he will live his last day
He does not have children predeceased by Kate his wife
She passed on last year the great love of his life
A kind hearted fellow to many well known
In his two bedroom red brick home he lives on his own
And though he may never see his old homeland again
His distinctive Scottish accent with him does remain.