In Changeable October

Yesterday it was warm around thirty degrees
And warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze
Today showery and much cooler and the sun seldom out
In changeable October in the coastal south
The park lands quite green after the recent rain
With such Spring like weather one ought not to complain
In some places far north it has not rained for a year
Sad stories of poor farmers of the drought stricken lands we only read of and hear
Lots of sun and rain the good earth always need
In this respect people of the coastal south are quite lucky indeed
By the weather forecast more nice weather is near
Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and clear
In the coastal south a showery and windy day
And the sun in the grey sky often hidden away.

Of The Bells Of St Davids

Though i have not been in coastal south Wales for many a year
The bells of St Davids i fancy i hear
Tolling in the calmness of an evening in May
Fond memories of what was until death does stay

The wild birds of Nature singing on the bushes and trees
And above the brown potato fields carrying in the breeze
The tolling of the bell in the cathedral nearby
Can be heard echoing in the clear sky

In St Davids in May in Wales coastal south
Many migrants for tp pick potatoes about
On the brown potato fields they worked hard for their pay
For them there was never an easy day

With the changes time does bring St Davids kept pace
And modern potato picking machines the pickers did replace
And only the memories today does remain
Of a time that was and will not be again.

For To Be Kind To Others

For to be kind to others should not come at a price
In the words of the wise one it is nice to be nice
If you can do help anyone of your helping in need
For to receive good karma you must plant the good seed
Never join with the judgmental of the town
On passing negative judgments on the financially down
If you cannot help them in any sort of a way
Negative things of them never say
Of late life for them is not going well
But they have their own hard luck stories to tell
How you treat people is all up to you
But you will best be remembered for the good for others you do
The journey in life at times can be rough
Always be kind to the one doing it tough.

On The Butter Road

In the times of the horse drawn cart it was the main Kerry to Cork roadway
But from Millstreet to near Cork City it is only fit to drive on today
Where people used to take their butter to Cork City to market to sell
Today it's name of the Butter Road seems to suit well

On the high country by Mushera above Millstreet Town
The narrow Butter Road does wind up and down
By Mushera on down to the flatter countryside
An old road  known to tourists from Countries Worldwide

That it once was a main road happens to be so
In the days of the horse and cart decades ago
Most of the Butter Road closed to public traffic condemned to history
This is all that remains now of the what used to be

In Winter on the Butter Road in inclement weather of frost, fog and snow
Not a safe road to drive on the traffic moves slow
It once was the inspiration of the makers of song, story and rhyme
When it was the main road to Cork City from Kerry going way back in time.

The More The Human Population Increases

The more the human population increases the wider the social gap does grow
Between the poor and the wealthy this is something everybody know
The most of the wealth in the Human World in the possession of the greedy few
This is something that all are aware of and not in anyway that is new
In the Worldwide human population an increase in poverty
Mostly as a result of wars and famines in the early twenty first century
In the misplaced people's camps of the World millions of poor refugees
Poverty like most other things does come in varying degrees
In a World where for every big winner many are condemned to lose
To be poor, homeless and hungry anyone would never choose
But this is how it is for many in the Human World out there
In poverty at least one hundred for every new millionaire
The social gap does keep on widening this a sad thing for to say
Many poor homeless and hungry people in the World of today.

Quite A Graceful Loser

Though you did not succeed in your ultimate test
Why feel disappointed since you gave it your best
Try though to win this did not prove good enough
For the winner on the day you did make it tough
Like the sporting person you are you were graceful in defeat
And you said that by one better than you that you were beat
You congratulated the winner with a handshake and well done
Saying today you were better and deservedly won
Quite a graceful loser of you one can say
You gave of your best but it was not your day
As is said of perseverance in the end it does pay
A big win from you may not be far away
To lose with honor is never a disgrace
And though disappointed you had a smile on our face.

Morgan Schatz Blackrose

Such sad news for fans of  Australian story tellers Morgan Schatz Blackrose from life has passed away
On her sixtieth year from cancer sad to say
Though past her physical prime she did not live to die old
Such marvelous stories by her were written and told
The last breath of life from her body may have gone
But her fame as a teller of stories will surely live on
A likable person well loved and well known
She was one who did have a charm of her own
In her lifetime so many new friends she did gain
Those who knew or knew of her fond memories of her will retain
Few do go through life without bearing some cross
To her family and close friends her passing a huge loss
One who had many friends and she died without foes
There will never be another like Morgan Schatz Blackrose.

On Scott Morrison

Scott Morrison Australia's Prime Minister for the privileged minority
He does not legislate for those living in poverty
For the refugees, the hungry, the homeless and the down-trod
The children of the children of the lesser god

Of the christian god he believes in he sings the praises loud
But the god he believes in of him must not feel proud
Since god from poor people would never turn away
And so many of them in the World of today

Scott Morrison and his government people pigeon hole
Anti poor and anti people on low wages and people on the dole
They only support the very wealthy and the billionaire
And for those doing it tough they do not seem to care

Scott Morrison and his government to the very wealthy remain a true friend
That they are anti poor people they do not otherwise pretend
He lead a government that does support greed
Of a leader like him Australia is not in need.

Mrs K

Mrs K is so proud of her daughter and son
So well in life she says for themselves they have done
In their early twenties in professional jobs with uni degrees
Such certificates that cannot be found on bushes and trees

She also feels quite proud of her husband Jim
She says in the town there is none quite like him
Of late promoted as manager of the town's R S L
One can say in life he is doing rather well

Grey haired in her early fifties the proud Mrs K
She looks quite attractive of her one can say
Of her family's achievements she does make the most
And their achievements she feels are well worthy of a boast

Of the family's recent successes she is not one to hide
To tell others of them a boost to her pride
At community gatherings where the town's braggarts meet
Among the top local braggarts with success she compete.

Such Beautiful Weather

Such beautiful weather breezy and bright
White butterflies dancing in the sunlight
In the blue sky not one cloud of grey
In the afternoon of a beautiful October day
White butterflies dancing in the gentle breeze
Birds chirping and singing on bushes and trees
Spring in her beauty is so much alive
On this nice day to go for a walk or a drive
The park lands so green after the recent showers
Are looking resplendent in their yellow cape flowers
Everywhere i turn to look i do see
Nature in her full bloom everywhere around me
The songs of the blackbirds so pleasant to hear
On this beautiful though changeable month of the year.

Muscular Matt

Built like a small tractor the sturdy one Matt
On his muscular body not one gram of fat
In short sleeved vest and short pants his muscles bulging out
On the beach walkway strutting about

His body language says you look at me
Without being judgmental he is what you see
His muscular physique he likes to display
Doubtless he goes to the gym every day

With a pretty blond in her twenties walking hand in hand
That some women attracted to muscular males not hard to understand
With admiring glances of love at him she does smile
It would seem his muscle building effort has been worth his while

Without even glancing my way they did walk by
In their public show of affection they did not seem shy
They displayed great passion in their every kiss
That love can blossom in muscles the point hard to miss

Perhaps in his early thirties in his physical prime
Doubtless in the gym one who does spend his spare time
He has what many males in life desire
An attractive blond young beauty to love and admire

Glistening in the sunshine his shaven head bare
Males of such muscle mass nowadays seem rare
His muscular body looking quite tanned
With his young blond beauty walking hand in hand.

Of Nature And Life

Of nature and life our wonder never ceases to grow
And so little about them we does seem to know
But we learn as we live something new every day
In life we never stop l;earning it does seem this way
If you are open to learning knowledge you will receive
On such a life philosophy it is not hard to believe
As for nature her wonders are many and he secrets not few
And every day of her we learn something new
Though many will tell you such thinking is wrong
We are creatures of Nature and to her we belong
But the more we learn of nature and life the more we come to realize
That we know so little of them this not a surprise
A fact of our existence and fact never lie
Of nature and life we do learn until the day we do die.

On Sooty Oystercatchers

A dark feathered crow sized shore bird of long red bill and red legs and bright red eyes
For sea side birds bigger than average size
That one does not see often at least not every day
Quite wary of humans of them one can say
As birds go not well known and strangers to fame
Sooty Oystercatchers for them is their common name
Not as well known as their black and white cousins the familiar pied
Sooty Oystercatchers  have become quite rare Worldwide
In pig face on the ground the female bird lay
Two or three well camouflaged umber eggs from predators well hidden away
Bivalve molluscs to their taste buds quite a tasty treat
That they can open with their strong bills for to eat
They are rather wary and seem rather shy
And never seem  happy with humans nearby.

The Great Writer To You

On who is or is not a good writer ask one other than me
Since i am one who cannot boast of a literary degree
Only know that many do fail in the good writers test
And only one person can only be best

From my years of living i have come to realize
That commenting in a negative manner in the writing of others is not close to wise
Why hurt people's feelings in words you write or say
Far too many judgmental and opinionated people in the Human World of today.

It is easy in your words to cut others down to size
But for posting hurtful and negative comments online never a literary prize
Words as is known can give rise to offense
But then arrogant people known to lack in common sense

Those who in their words enjoy putting others down
Do never become the best loved in the town
The great writer to you may not be so to me
It is each to their own would you not agree?

If We All Could Be Winners

It is only for the winners that there is a hooray
And it is all about winning human life is this way
But that losers are many and winners are few
Is not saying anything in any way that is new
Into oblivion the losers are always quick to fade
For them there is never any street parade
The reason to win so many do desire
Is that the winner is the one people only admire
And though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
For one to win big many do have  to lose
For a few to win big there are many losers in the World every day
But sadly human life is designed in this way
If we all could be winners how great this would be
But sadly this is not the case in humanity.

A Poem I Would Write

Were i born a poet a poem i would write
For lovers of natural beauty to enjoy and read and recite
Of the beauty that Nature does have to display
That we should feel so privileged for to see every day

In the clear pool of the river when Spring is in her prime
A sight of natural beauty to live in the memory for decades of time
Enjoying the warmth of the sun slowly swimming about
Their speckled skins gleaming the brown river trout

Such beauty in Nature to view that is monetary free
That we should feel so very privileged to see
The one whose beauty the artists and writers inspire
And of singing her praises one never could tire

The beauty in Nature everywhere around me
A beautiful crimson rosella softly piping on a sunlit tree
The works of the best artists and writers we may highly rate
But Nature far greater beauty than they do create

The natural beauty in Nature's wildflowers
That have burst to bloom after recent Spring showers
The beauty in Nature we do see every day
She does not have an equal of her one can say.

A Fair Go For All

A fair go for all would be such a wonderful thing
And peace to humanity it surely would bring
But sadly the words a fair go to all never apply
That there is so much inequality in the Human World this one of the reasons why
On a fair go for everyone far too few in do believe
It is something only the privileged minority receive
And though humanity has advanced in many a way
No such a thing as a fair go for everyone in the Human World of today
They never receive a fair go those in life doing it tough
The people dismissed by many as those seen as not good enough
Of being worthy of a fair go in the World of today
Which in itself does seem a sad thing to say
The words of a wise person worthy of recall
That a fair go for some is not a fair go for all.

The Octogenarian Rhymer

Though the octogenarian rhymer he is rhyming on
One might say his best days are in the long gone
He is one who has written many a rhyme
Something he has enjoyed doing over decades of time
He has been writing rhymes for more than sixty years
His words full of laughter and sorrow and tears
In these literary times that are changing fast
To poetic enthusiasts he is one of the past
In the local pub he is their favorite poet
They do look on him as one worthy of literary note
To them he recites some of his poems always to an encore
And his memory quite good for one of three years with four score
The octogenarian rhymer time has become his foe
He wrote his first rhymes some six decades ago.

The Man Of The Day

The fans they are cheering a loud hip hooray
And his ego is swelling the man of the day
With a smile of smugness he waves to the crowd
His game winning goal did have them cheering loud
He is being applauded for playing a great game
And the excited fans they keep chanting his name
But it is true too much praise it can go to one's head
Wisdom of the past truer words never said
In life he has achieved what he has most desired
A multi millionaire sports person by many admired
And for his big ego perhaps his fans are to blame
If i were wealthy with many admirers i like him would be the same
With the look of smugness on his smiling face
In his mind for humility there is not any space.

Is To Learn From The Past

The hands of time on our lives keep turning fast
And the best we can do is to learn from the past
We can only live in the now and the future ahead
And some living today tomorrow will be dead
That our lives are only terminal is not a lie
And the longer we live the sooner we will die
The babies born yesterday one day older today
And time on their lives ever ticking away
Tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone
Life works in this way when all is said and done
That all of the admiration goes to the wealthy celebrities is not saying anything that is new
In a World where losers are many and big winners are few
The hands of time turning and night follows day
And that the now is what matters only true for to say.

Old Davy

In his early eighties his balding head silver grey
Old Davy has known of a far better day
But young in his mind at the pub laughter he often provoke
He is rather humorous as well  as a tough old bloke

Twelve times a great grand dad his seed in the town will live on
Long after the last breath of life from him has gone
Though the passing of time on his body does tell
For one of his years he looks healthy and well

Ten years ago divorced by Cindy his wife
With another man she will live out her life
She grew tired of being alone at home whilst Davy was in the pub
Or drinking with his younger mates in the barroom of the football club

In the pub he always enjoys the Saturday evening session of song
And he is always singing in the sing along
A likeable fellow in his own charming way
The type who does make a new friend every day

He is always smiling of cares he seems free
And he does look well for one of eighty three
One well known and well liked on his side of the town
It has been many years since his hair was dark brown.

Though The Morning Was Windy

Though the morning was windy and raining and grey
It has turned out to be quite a nice day
The sun shining bright in the mostly blue sky
And the afternoon though a bit blustery is dry
The magpies are warbling on the sunlit trees
And the songs of the blackbirds carrying in the breeze
That is blowing in the park from the saltwater bay
Weatherwise things could be a lot worse in truth one can say
The parks looking lush and green after the rain
With such healthy October weather seems hard to complain
And among the green beauty the yellow cape flowers
Have burst into bloom in the sunshine and showers
And everywhere I turn to look I do see
The beauty in Nature everywhere around me.

He Is Not A Good Person

He is not a good person the man who hits his wife
Though perhaps he has not had good mentors in his early life
He has watched his mother physically abused by his dad
Many years ago when he was a young lad

Though it can be said for any sort of physical abuse
That this never should be used as an excuse
The sins of the father often repeated by the son
The damage done to a young mind is hard to be undone

But it only does seem a true thing for to say
That physical violence of any sort is never okay
Parental bad example in some young minds does stay
And they became the wife  beaters of the Human World of today

Not everyone exposed to family violence in their younger years as adults beat their children or partners or wives
In fact many of them do live rather honourable lives
Though childhood experiences in most people some part in their lives play
Not every abused child as an adult behaves in a bad way

Those guilty of public or family violence shame on themselves bring
And of their praises you will not hear anyone sing
But some bad childhood memories in some minds do last
And as adults they repeat what they witnessed in the past.

Those Of Extreme Views

The World of more of their sort is not in need
People with extreme views can become dangerous indeed
Their very extreme views can lead them to serious crime
And some of them are in prison serving time

Those of extreme views their convictions are strong
All with different beliefs and opinions to them they look on as wrong
Extremism of any sort is not a good thing
Since to view that can be dangerous they fondly do cling

In people of extreme views terrorism is bred
Because of extremists so many innocent people have died and so much bloodshed
So many extremists in kindness, love and compassion lack
The lives they have taken to life cannot be brought back

Those of extreme views are not of  the few
And sadly this is not saying anything that is new
They have been known to cause grief Worldwide
And because of them many people have been badly injured or died.

The Araglen In October

The harsh distinctive caw of the silver backed crow
Echoes in the fields where the Araglen flow
On towards the Blackwater babbling on it's way
As the rain drizzles down on an October day
The waterway that has inspired  the writers of song, story and rhyme
That is very old so very old in time
Long before the first people to the countryside now known as Duhallow arrived
The Araglen then without a name thousands of centuries had survived
On to the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore
Where it has flowed forever and will flow forever more
In the cool greyness of an October dawn
In the subsiding flood the salmon are swimming upriver to spawn
Where the waters of the Araglen to the Blackwater flow
And into a far bigger waterway grow.

Some Wisdom From The Past

Some wisdom from the past is well worthy of recall
Such as egalitarianism is for some only but never for all
A saying that to today more so than ever to does apply
The truth in it does seem rather hard to deny
In a Human World where your postal code and address if you have such your social status define
Only the privileged few can afford to buy certain brands of wine
In a World where money says more about us than anything else can do
And this applies to everyone including me and you
For equality never a place in humanity
It is now as it always was and always will be
Money says more about you in the World of today
Than anything else can do and this seems sad to say
There is only equality among the privileged few
And this is not saying anything that is new.

On Hearing And Seeing A White Winged Triller

The sun was not shining the sky looking grey
A cool wind was blowing up the hill from the bay
A black and white bird I do not often hear or see
Was singing and trilling on a wattle tree

A medium sized bird white winged triller by name
Among Nature's feathered minstrels a stranger to fame
But with lots of energy in their trilling song
To the cuckoo shrike family they do belong

In nest of bark felted with cobwebs and lined with strips of hay
Two or three green orange blotched eggs the female bird lay
High on a tree fork well hidden away
Out of sight of the nest robbing birds of prey

They feed on nectar and fruit and sometimes hunt for insects on the ground
And in large numbers they never seem to abound
Unlike many other songbirds they are not well known
But they are quite charming with ways of their own

On a grey morning in mid October in the prime of the Spring
A black and white male white winged triller was in mood for to sing
A songster of Spring who to sing is never shy
From tree to tree he sung as he did fly.

If There Is A God

If there is a god this god is for everyone
And not for the billionaires and their daughter and son
And not for the Muslim or Christian or Jew
And not for the wealthy celebrities and the privileged few
A true god would not forsake people in dire poverty
The outcasts and fringe dwellers of humanity
Heaven on Earth is for the minority
In this Human World of great inequality
If there is a god somewhere beyond the sky
Whose paradise good souls post bodily death with wings to does fly
Between the poor of the World and those the masses celebrate
A true god would never differentiate
If there is a god this god is for everyone
And not for the privileged few and their daughter and son.

You Have Your Own Stories

By the judgmental you may be dismissed as a never do well
But you have your own stories of your life for to tell
On your existence as one of the lesser gods
Of survival in the World as you battle the odds
Not through your own fault life on you has been quite tough
You know of hungry days and of nights sleeping rough
Of a fair go in life you never had a chance
Starved of any opportunity due to birth circumstance
It is not of a glamorous lifestyle you were born of to lead
And it would not be of a life story like yours that many of would wish to read
Though often financially and mentally down you refuse to be counted out
You do know what the tough side of life is about
You are one who does live in your own Earthly Hell
And stories like yours will never be published to sell.

Not All Can Be Winners

Not all can be winners though everyone wants to win
And to lose though you tried your best is not a sin
For one to win big many do have to lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
To the winner the honours and most of the fame
And the loser is quickly the forgotten name
There are winners and losers in the World every day
This is how it is humanity works in this way
For the winners there is always a street parade
And the losers from memory are left for to fade
The loser the one with the sad looking face
It is so very hard for to lose with grace
To the loser disappointment to the winner the fame
What was in the past today is the same.

Such Beautiful Parrots

Such beautiful parrots of crimson, blue and mottled brown
Birds you may not see in the park of  a  city or a big town
Graceful and beautiful in their own distinctive way
In wooded places in small flocks one sees them often though not every day

Crimson rosellas have a soft piping song
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong
So beautiful to look at with a charm of their own
In their range they are birds that are well loved and well known

High in a tree cavity the female bird lay
Three to five eggs sometimes more of a palish grey
In woods and near where trees are they like to reside
Not that territorial they range far ad wide

Once seen mental pictures of them with you will remain
And you will recognize them when you see them again
A small flock of them on a sunlit tree
As beautiful a sight as one could wish for to see.

Humility Nowadays

That it used to be popular happens to be so
But going back the Seasons this seems long ago
Most things in life never does seem to last
Humility nowadays is a thing of the past

Promotion of self it is now an in thing
So many their own praises only too willing to sing
Suppose to their warped sense of  higher self they are only being true
Though their sort seldom give credit to where it is due

Are these the people we ought to admire
Who of singing their own praises never seem to tire
They like to tell others of how marvellous they are
Of how on the corporate ladder they have climbed far

Give me the person who does not compete
With others for the title of best of the street
Nowadays the humble are so very few
And this is not saying anything that is new

It is a sad thing for to have to say
That the humble are overlooked in the Human World of today
Of those into promotion of self far too many indeed
And of more of the down to earth sort we are of in need.

Seems Hard To Trust One

Seems hard to trust one who does not trust you
Since trust is a thing that must be felt by two
Trust much like love does not survive one way
That it has to be mutual does seem true to say
Trust in any relationship is necessary why otherwise pretend
The one you do not trust will never be your friend
In any sort of human relationship it is a must
You cannot have love and respect if you do not have trust
The one you do not trust is not on your side
And on her or him you will never confide
And how can you trust one who does not trust you
Since trust is a thing that must be felt by two.

Due To Feral And Domestic Cats

Due to feral and domestic cats small animals and birds are injured and dying every day
Though this is not the cats fault to them all small creatures are prey
They should be in wired in enclosures and not roaming free
The damage they inflict on birds and small creatures a sad sight to see
Irresponsible cat owners for damage by their cats to wildlife are wholly for to blame
Hunting and killing to cats is natural since they do not have a sense of shame
Wildlife under pressure from Climate Change and destruction of their habitat by humans for financial gain
And add to this predation by foxes and cats for their dwindling numbers goes in some way to explain
The damage cats do to small creatures does not make for a pretty sight
They should be kept in escape free enclosures by day and by night
One can hardly blame cats for the damage to wildlife they do
If you are an irresponsible cat owner the guilty one is you..

Of The Praises Of Death

Of the praises of death you will not hear many sing
But after all it is not such a bad thing
For death does not differentiate between the wealthy celebrity
And the homeless one living in dire poverty
For the wealthy too there is a last night and day
From death for them nowhere for to hide away
Death is for the unknown and for the great
The people the admirers love to celebrate
The one with the scythe of death any life does not spare
And does not differentiate between the life of the pauper and the billionaire
Death to anyone is never a friend
Our journey in life eventually comes to an end
Death does not ignore the wealthy side of the town
And is not one who respects those of wealth and renown.

Jenny's Black Hen

What a pleasant way for Jenny White for her working day to begin
In her backyard a clucking lay away black feathered hen
Had seven newly born chickens with her to display
A thing for to bring joy to anyone's day

Reminds me of Hen's Nest a poem from the pen of the great poet John Clare
With the beauty seen in Nature there is none to compare
What Jenny see she could scarce believe her eyes
In her backyard for her such a marvellous surprise

Seven little chickens some black some white and one brown
Born into life not far from Koroit Town
In a backyard in Southern Cross
All for the pleasure of Jenny and Ross

Such beauty in Nature every day one does see
A beauty to view always monetary free
And Nature every day some new joy to us does bring
In changeable October in the prime of the Spring

For Jenny in the morning in her backyard a welcome sight
Seven fluffy chickens born to life overnight
With their mother scratching for insects for them in the earthy ground
And by her legs where she was scratching they were milling around.

In Distance Far Away

In Claraghatlea near Millstreet town my first homeplace
To many today there mine would be a stranger's face
I have not been there for some thirty three years
And for what used to be I have shed my last tears
Though the old fields I mentally can visualize
And hear the birds sing on a Spring sunrise
In reality I may never again climb on Clara's hill
Or hear the babble of the Claramore rill
Where I grew to love Nature when I was a boy
And learning of her ways today I enjoy
Far south of the fields where the waterways meet
Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet
To the flutes of the magpies I wake every day
From where I was born and raised in distance far away.

She Is One Of Those People

She said to me you have written a lot of rhymes though you do not write well
You are just one of many who writes doggerel
Not one to mull over what she has to say
And meeting her did not bring joy to my day
At least I did not have to pay her any money for her unsolicited for advice
Though on hurt feelings there is a mental price
At times the truth can be hurtful and can cause offense
But than bearing a grudge I am one with more sense
A local literary critic with literary uni degrees
Such certificates as is do not grow on trees
But even some well educated people with their words not always tactful with her it is this way
But trading insults is a mind game that I do not play
Though well educated with her words not discreet
She is one of those people I would rather not meet.

The Kooyong Colt

He was One who could never run fast like the great Usain Bolt
But the former politician and Liberal Party leader Andrew Peacock was nicknamed the Kooyong Colt
For many years locked in a political struggle with the former Australian Prime Minister John Howard for power and for fame
But I cannot say why or how he did come by his nickname
When he parted ways with his wife Susan he took up with the American writer and actress Shirley Maclaine
The meaning in birds of a feather flock together as a truism remain
In human relationships it is a rare thing indeed a love affair between a wealthy celebrity
And a poor homeless person living in dire poverty
Andrew Peacock like most in the Liberal Party was never a poor person's friend
But to his due this is something he never does feign to pretend
That most of very wealthy people in positions of power with poor people cannot empathise
Is something not hard to understand one does come to realize
Nicknamed the Kooyong Colt he is ageing today
A former Liberal Party leader and political powerbroker of him one can say.

The Town's Last Balladeer

To the local pub he brought many hours of cheer
Fond memories remain of the town's last balladeer
The words of so many old ballads he knew
Of his type in the World nowadays just a few

Last year the town's last balladeer from life passed away
The local pub's hour of song not quite the same without him today
With a splendid memory he was a wise old sage
And he had a fine singing voice for one of his age

A great grandfather in his early eighties survived by his long term wife
The town's last balladeer was a man who loved life
The town's last link to a near forgotten past
He died of a heart attack death came to him fast

Not many of his sort nowadays Worldwide
And the words of so many old songs with him died
To a long gone time his memories belong
He was an old favourite in the pub's hour of song

That time brings with it changes it does seem this way
But in the town there is not anyone left today
Like the old balladeer his last songs he has sung
That he learned in the days when he was very young.

Since We All Look At Others

Since we all look at others in our ways differently
The one who is great to you may not be so to me
So many look up to every wealthy celebrity
And sadly ignore those living in poverty
Yet in a Human World where so many yearn for wealth and fame
Only one of many do become a great name
There are young and aspirational people in every city and town
Who daydream of knowing of great wealth and renown
But for most what they do wish for never come true
Suppose for the most of people fame and wealth in life not their due
In a Human World where millions for success with each other compete
In life every day for most people a new challenge for to meet
That we all cannot be wealthy and famous only true for to say
Human life it does not work in this way.

Day Follows Night

Day follows night and night follows day
And the clock on our lives ever ticking away
On looking back the Seasons time seems to have gone fast
At midnight today it will be of the past
The one who claims all lives from the great to the small
Eventually Life's Reaper will pay us a call
Time does not wait for anyone it did not wait for me
And we only have memories of the what used to be
The longest lived human life in real time not a long span
On average a few years more for a woman that it is for a man
As long as you try to help others and never harm anyone
Your mum and your dad in you raised a good daughter or son
Live and let live as a truism remain
The meaning in this it's own self does explain.

Of An October Day

A beautiful time of year the prime of the Spring
When in their breeding territories the nesting birds sing
In the southern October a lovely time of year
With the warmer weather of Summer quite near
The parklands quite green after the recent showers
Looking rather resplendent in their yellow cape flowers
And everywhere I turn to look I do see
The beauty in Nature everywhere around me
In Nature great beauty for all to admire
And of singing her praises one never could tire
The sights and sounds of Nature a lifetime does stay
The greenness of Spring in the sunshine of an October day
And the songs of the birds on the bushes and trees
Is carrying some distance in the freshening breeze.

Even The Toddler

Before the toddler walks the toddler does crawl
And the toddler does rise again after a fall
And every toddler in every town
Comes to know that in life there is many an up and a down
And every day in life some new challenge for to meet
As for this thing known as success with others we compete
And though losing is a thing anyone doe not choose
In life for one to win big many do have to lose
For every winner there are many losers in the World every day
Human life is designed for to work in this way
And only the winners the masses admire
And just to be like them to many an aspirational desire
And even the toddler at a young age does come to realize
That after a fall you must learn how to rise.

A Positive Person

He must feel that luck is not on his side
And from his personal cares he has nowhere to hide
One out of  a Job on the poor side of the town
Where many are homeless and financially down

Of late he is one who cannot seem to win
In some ways he feels lucky he has a home to live in
And enough food to eat and a comfortable bed to sleep in at night
Though life for him has become an uphill fight

Six months ago the factory he worked in went into liquidation and he became unemployed
And being on unemployment benefits does nothing for his pride
In his pursuit of a job start so many local businesses he has tried
His job searches for him disappointing in a part of the town where the unemployed numbers have multiplied

But for one of his years he does seem rather wise
And as a pragmatic person he has come to realize
That compared to many his problems must seem rather small
And life is not that hard on him after all

Though in life he is one who is struggling to cope
A positive person he is not without hope
Of a better future and it seems true to say
That a positive attitude in life can pay.

Compassionate Sue

To any man Sue never was a wife
And she does not have children of her own to talk of in her life
But in her years as a nursing sister she had so much love to give
And many of her ex patients with fondness will remember her for as long as they live

In her early seventies she has seen many Seasons come and go
She retired from nursing some five years ago
But as a member of the town's pro poor group she performs god deeds every day
And to help anyone in need of helping goes out of her way

A person well liked by those of her who know
She lives with the company of her border collie Joe in her bungalow
Quite an attractive woman her hair silver grey
A beautiful person in her own gentle way

There is so much to like in Compassionate Sue
To her higher self she remains ever true
She surely is one worthy of far greater public note
Since on the helping of others so much of her time she devote.

Those With Love In Them

Many without love in them with compassion not blessed
With power and it's trappings they do seem obsessed
The narcissistic people of the Human World of today
Love has passed them by it does seem this way
On that we ought to give to receive is not based on a lie
There is more to life than living for me, myself and i
Narcissism and self centeredness known to give rise to greed
Of more of their sort humanity is not in need
People with love in them for others good things always do
Everyday they perform a good deed or two
Those with love in them in their ways quite kind
They happen to have the bright glow of mind
Of more people like them humanity is in need
Those with love in them are great people indeed.

Born To Mortality

We are born to mortality why otherwise pretend
No matter what you achieve in life your life comes to an end
Every past great name of human history not so great today
Eventually they died life works in this way
Whatever you achieve in life you too must die
A life without death is based on a lie
Sooner or later on some night or day
The Reaper of lives will come reaping your way
The one who does not seem of your status to care
If you are a pauper or a billionaire
The one who claims all lives makes equals of all
To the scythe of death we eventually do fall
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.

Not Meant To Be Easy

Life was not meant to be easy from the pen of George Bernard Shaw
That we should always be happy is not part of natural law
We have our good and our bad days us human beings are designed in this way
Though that some are far happier than others only seems true for to say
Even for the happiest of people every day cannot be good
This is just part of being human something that is understood
You cannot always feel like a winner every day you cannot win
Even the one who is smiling may not feel happy within
If you have not known of some sad times you cannot appreciate happiness
Just to feel happy quite often in itself a form of success
That laughter can be a good medicine as a truism remain
And that it can be an antidote to sadness one does not need to explain
Even the most cheerful person sometimes does  have an off day
And if at most times you feel happy in life you are doing okay.

She Supports All Creatures

She supports all creatures from the great to the small
Our amazing Earth Mother the one who feeds us all
Yet it does seem a sad enough thing for to say
That few of us any respect to her pay
With other life forms us humans are reluctant to share
Our Earth Mother suffers for every new millionaire
More trees removed for to build polluting factories more huge holes for mining dug in the ground
Mother Earth made to suffer where human progress abound
What goes around comes around applies to everyone and this includes me and you
What we do to our Earth Mother to our own selves we do
Jobs created to the detriment of the natural environment comes at a huge cost
Due to human industrial progress so much natural beauty has been lost
The Earth feeds all life forms and this includes me and you
And what we do to her to our own selves we do.

Time On Old Billy

Time on old Billy beginning to show
The man from the hill of the dark pale eyed crow
In his early eighties he has lived for many years
But for what was he has shed his last tears
Ten times a great grandfather Kate the love of his life
She is in the cemetery his devoted wife
Three years ago of cancer she passed away
For him her death remains his saddest day
In his two bedroom unit he lives on his own
Of happier days in his life he has known
On nice evenings in the park walking him i do see
He always smiles and says hello to me
Balding his hair it is silvery grey
Far from where he first looked on the bright lamp of day.

I Write Rhymes For Enjoyment

As poetry my rhymes are not quite good enough
To the literary purists a bit slipshod and rough
But I never do say that I am a poet
Or one in any way worthy of any literary note
I penned my first rhymes when in my physical prime
And this is going back many Seasons in time
It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
When I was twenty seven in nineteen seventy three
Where I grew to love Nature when I was a boy
Reading rhymes in old school books I used to enjoy
And if I said I would quit rhyming this would be a lie
Since I hope to be doing it on the day I do die
Time is showing on me of years twelve with three score
And I write rhymes for enjoyment and little else more.

The Payne Family Of Miners Rest

The amazing Payne Family of Miners Rest
Paddy Payne snr and his family of jockeys and horse trainers Australia's best
Known horse racing family and famed Worldwide
Beyond the suburb of Ballarat City in Victoria's countryside

Long before the youngest of the family Michelle became the first and only woman jockey to win the Melbourne Cup on a one hundred to one chance
On the now famous racehorse known as Prince of Penzance
In horse racing the Paynes of Miners Rest were a famous name
It did seem indeed they were born into fame

With fame in life there too can be tragedy
And luck it was not always with the Payne family
Their mother Mary and their sister Brigid as young women in a tragic way died
With the Payne family luck not always on their side

The Payne family of Miners Rest are living legends today
One can say of them they came up the hard way
In thoroughbred circles Worldwide they are held in high esteem
Though fame it too can come at  a  price it does seem.

Ageing Far South Of Claraghatlea

I was born and raised in view of Clara's hill
Within hearing distance of the silver tongued rill
Flowing through Claraghatlea from high Claramore
To the bigger waterways to the Atlantic shore
Far south of Duhallow time is telling on me
And I only have memories of the what used to be
Of where I used to live when my hair was dark brown
In the green countryside just west of Millstreet Town
Where I often daydreamed that I might be a poet
One seen to be worthy of literary note
But daydreams are just this and for few come true
And what we wish for in life is not always our due
I am ageing far south of Claraghatlea near the Town of Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet.

Fame To Time

Long after life's breath from their body has gone
Some famous people their fame will live on
But slowly over time their fame will fade away
Though their names may outlast their bodily decay
Time that rusts iron ages everything
The praises of youthful beauty many may sing
But beauty by Nature created and made
Eventually in time like most things do fade
Eternal youth for human beings is a fallacy
We age as we live is how it is meant to be
Everyone is born to eventually die
That us humans are mere mortals is not a lie
Few people of years live for a century
And fame to time even fades eventually.

This Was Long Ago

Far north of this countryside near Warrnambool
In Millstreet Town I went to primary school
Long before time it did become my foe
Going back the Seasons this was long ago

The World to live in was different then
Long before I joined the band of migrant women and men
Where I was born and raised from here far away
To most people I would be a stranger today

In this era of change mostly due to cyber technology
Time that ages everything did not ignore me
Some I went to school with in Millstreet did stay
Whilst some did migrate and some where the deceased are does lay

Some old memories do remain as a source of joy
In the nineteen fifties when I was a boy
The Irish travellers in their horse drawn vans a nomadic race
On the by roads of Duhallow travelled from place to place

No Irish travellers in horse drawn vans seen on Irish roadways today
Like all things to change they too had to give way
In reality all we have left are memories of the past
And few things as they were does seem to last

Back in the days when my hair was dark brown
I was known to many in and near Millstreet Town
Before the wanderlust lured me far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout.

Some People To Power

Some people to power they do desperately cling
To them it happens to be everything
By narcissistic autocrats millions of people have been oppressed
They can be cruel and dangerous the self obsessed
Anyone who does not agree with them is counted among their foes
Their army and their police murder all of the people who them oppose
Their victims buried without ceremony in mass graves do lay
Dictators cling to power in a foul way
Their only means of clinging to power is by foul play
Most dictators for their crimes never made to pay
What goes around comes around in their case a lie
Far better people than they are in jail do die
The worst crimes they commit for to cling to power
They are the weed that does stifle the flower.

In Fancy I Can Hear

In fancy I can hear the soft lowing of a cow
In a darkening field by white river Finnow
On a Spring evening just after sundown
In the quiet countryside near Millstreet Town
As the moon rises low in the sky
Above the bog-land the male snipe does fly
Circling his breeding territory flying around
With his wings and tail he makes a drumming sound
The evening air balmy with the mildness of May
Good memories live on as the wise one does say
The sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay
Comes wafting to me in the breeze from a place far away
Of such natural beauty a poet would write
A poem for lovers of Nature for to read and recite.

For Him Just A Memory

For him just a memory of another day
The songs of the wood birds and the sweet scent of hay
Far from the noisy suburbs where he lives and works for pay
In the high country in distance far away
A young man from  the country near his physical prime
homesickness has eased in him over time
It was his need for self betterment brought him to the suburbs for to live
To leave family and friends and a place he love for a better life himself he can forgive
A tall handsome young man of short clipped hair of sandy brown
Feeling happy with life in the big urban town
With a pretty young woman who is to be his wife
All is going well for him in love and in life
Yet in his memory of the hills far away
He can hear the birds sing and scent the sweetness of hay..

The Whiteboys Of Ireland

The World's first non violent rebels of them one can say
The Whiteboys of Ireland their legend lives today
They never harmed another human being in a physical way
Though due to them the colonial landlords because of their cruelty to poor tenant farmers were made for to pay

By damaging their properties to the greedy and oppressive landlords they took up the fight
They levelled their ditches under the cover of night
From threat of evictions by cruel and greedy landlords the poor they did defend
In eighteenth century Ireland the Whiteboys to poor tenant farmers were a good friend

The Whiteboys gave Ireland something of to be proud
Any of them that were captured were hung, drawn and quartered but they refused to be cowed
They carried on with their night time ditch levelling but to  my knowledge it seems sad to say
That there is not any major memorial in their honour in the Ireland of today

The Whiteboys the friends of the poor and oppressed of the Ireland of the long ago
Eventually grew old and time became their foe
In their defence of poor people they left landlords with a huge repair bill
They achieved something great in their time without for it having to kill

For to defend the poor against cruel colonial landlords was their only crime
The Whiteboys of Ireland were men of their time
For a fairer World to live in their part they did play
May they rest in peace now wherever they lay.

On Hearing A Yellow Robin

A windy and a wet October day
But in the woodland just across the way
A yellow robin's ticking song I do hear
His kind in the wood can be heard at most times of year
With yellow unders and uppers of bluish grey
Of human kind not shy in any way
In cup nest of bark and lichen in tree fork the female two to three red spotted green eggs lay
And mostly on the ground they hunt for their insect prey
In or near woods birds one does often see
Often clinging sideways to trunk of tree
With head tilted sideways looking towards the ground
On the lookout for insects crawling around
Yellow robin is their common name
Not shy of humans they seem almost tame.

Johnny And Belinda Lee

Happiness can sometimes end in sadness this is how life seems to be
This was how it was with my old neighbours Johnny and Belinda Lee
Great grandparents they were in their early eighties devoted husband and wife
Belinda was so devoted to Johnny and she was the love of his life

Sixty years married and happy together they had many memorable years
In our lives the happiest of memories can often give rise to tears
Last year Belinda did suddenly feel ill in the ambulance to the hospital of a heart attack she died
Poor Johnny for his deceased wife is grieving from grief there is nowhere to hide

Sometimes I see him  in the park walking he is always on his own
On his wrinkled face the look of sadness of far happier times he has known
He and Belinda did socialize often but at home now he does stay
In the local pub he has not been seen once since his dear wife passed away

Many of life's happier stories do not have happy endings only the memories with Johnny stay
Of Belinda the great love of his life her remains in the cemetery lay
Memories of her are all that he now has for as long as he lives to retain
That life's happiest stories often have a sad ending does not seem hard to explain.

The Best You Can Be

To your higher self try to live as true
And pay to all others the respect they are due
It is so easy in words for to drag others down
There are negative people in every town
Never do harm if good you cannot do
And treat others as you would like them to treat you
So many do fail the good person test
For to live with honour you can only do your best
You may not own a big and grand home and drive a new car
But these do not tell us of the person you are
Live and let live wisdom from a long gone day
By good example as a good person you can lead the way
You can be of benefit to humanity
By living to be the best that you can be.

Why Otherwise Pretend

None of us truly independent why otherwise pretend
A truly lost person is the one without a friend
The one of a friend who does not feel in need
On life's tougher moments is a sad one indeed
When life's lady luck she is not on your side
You need one to trust on whom you can confide
Someone who for you compassion will show
From the bond of trust friendship always does grow
When you are in trouble you know who your friends are seems true to say
At such a time your friend from you will not shy away
We all do need a friend in our life or two
And this also applies to me and to you
With none to help to lift their spirits when they are feeling down
The friendless they are the sad sacks of the town.

As A Good Human Being

For the remainder of his given time span
He just wishes to live as a good and an honourable man
And help anyone of his helping in need
Without expecting reward for any good deed

Self promotion for him has never been his thing
He leaves it to others their own praises to sing
Now as ever he never craves public esteem
His type in the World getting rarer it does seem

A down to earth bloke in every sort of a way
He always was what he is today
A stranger one can say to even local renown
Though there ought to be more like him in every town

You never see him carry or waving the national flag
Or of how great he is to others he never does brag
Yet he is one who is enlightened of mind
A person of empathy, caring and kind

From one in need of helping he never turns away
The man who performs his good deeds every day
To his higher self he is one who lives true
As a good human being to him credit is due.

October In Duhallow

Across green old Duhallow from here far away
Cool winds from the Boggeraghs are blowing today
In October a cool, wet and windy time of year
In the prime of the Autumn as Winter draws near

Swollen by the downpours of recent heavy rain
Brown storm water flowing fast in every field drain
The swallows are on their way for warmer climes far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout

The cattle will soon be in their farmyard wintering sheds for at least a five months stay
For to live until April on silage and hay
And at the arrival of the redwing thrushes from the colder north one comes of to know
That the Boggeraghs  soon will be in their hats of snow

The deciduous leaves are turning to brown
And to the grass by their parent trees on the wind drifting down
Grey clouds o'er the Boggeraghs more rain on the way
The sun may not shine on Duhallow today

A chill in the wind in the grey of the dawn
And the salmon are swimming upriver to spawn
In green old Duhallow every bush, tree and hedgerow
The pummelling  of the strong and harsh winds are beginning to show.

In Early October

Sunshine in a blue sky on a beautiful day
A cool coastal breeze blowing uphill from the bay
The blackbirds are singing their October melodies
And the warbling of the magpies carrying in the breeze

Resplendent in bloom dark eyed yellow cape flowers
In their full beauty after recent Spring showers
Crowded in their millions they make for an amazing sight
Their petals open to the warm sunlight

The sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly
The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky
With young to feed in their mud nest under house eaves nearby
Their title of fastest of flight of them none can deny

So much beauty for an artist to sketch or a writer to write about
In this beautiful place in the far coastal south
In the breeze the sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay
And the contented cattle in the sunshine chewing their cuds do lay

The countryside green after the recent rain
With such pleasant weather one ought not to complain
In early October near the prime of the Spring
Such joy in her beauty Nature to us does bring.

A Stranger In Town

She smiled and said hello on passing my way
Just meeting her did bring some joy to my day
A stranger to me I may never more meet
She carried joy with her on walking the street
Brown eyes and hair to her shoulders wavy and brown
One I had not seen before a stranger in town
A beautiful young woman perhaps in her twenties in her physical prime
Her sort the inspiration of the writers of song, story and rhyme
So beautiful looking yet in her no sign of conceit
People like her are always a pleasure to  meet
A stranger in town she did not seem out of place
With a beautiful smile on her beautiful face
On a grey sunless morning some joy with her she did bring
As is said of a smile it does not cost one a thing.

As A Young Man

As a young man he yearned for places elsewhere
So he went to see life in the big World out there
And the lust for the wander is in him today
In any one place his is not a long stay
He does not have children or a partner or wife
Though he has had quite a few sexual flings in his life
He has not been back to his hometown for years
But he is one who lives without nostalgic tears
In his late forties in his brown hair some grey
He is one who has known of a better physical day
The freeways and highways he has driven up and down
He has worked on building sites in many a city and town
A steel fixer by trade he earns a good pay
In any one place his is not a long stay.

That They Are Nature's Survivors

They have been trapped poisoned, shot and exposed to disease and yet they survive
And this due in part to their sexual drive
One female rabbit can give birth to forty young a year
That they are Nature's survivors  seems obviously clear

To rid the World of them humans their best do try
But extinction to rabbits will never apply
To farmers and gardeners they come at a huge financial cost
Due to rabbits every year billions in money is lost

Rabbits are Nature's survivors of them none can deny
The reason they survive calic virus and myxomatosis is they are quick to multiply
In the harshest of environments they are known to thrive
And against all of the odds in the World they survive

Due to poisoning and shooting every day millions of them die
But extinction for rabbits is based on a lie
That the female gives birth to forty young a year happens to be true
And for their survival skills credit to them is due.

You Give To Receive

Those willing to give can expect to receive
This is something that should not be hard to believe
Those who live for self only become self obsessed
With the great gift of sharing they have not been blessed
By helping anyone of your helping in need
For your future good karma you are planting the seed
What goes around comes around seems true to say
You give to receive life works in this way
Though sadly their sort are not a plentiful breed
Those of kindness and compassion are great people indeed
They perform a good deed or two every day
And in helping of people often go out of their way
They may not be among the influential people of the town
But they never ignore the financially down.

On October The First

With the sun on their dark wings In the clear blue sky
The swallows in pursuit of flying insects fly
The countryside looking lush and green after the recent showers
And in the paddocks large bunches of yellow cape flowers
The golden billed male blackbirds in the sunshine sing
On October the first in the southern Spring
Overnight it was cold with a chill in the breeze
But the day it has warmed to twenty degrees
The birds who do sing every day of the year
The warbling of the magpies always pleasant to hear
And the birds who build mud nest high on fork of tree
The magpie larks sing their familiar pee wee
White butterflies in the sunshine flitting about
In this beautiful place in the coastal far south.

From Such Admiration

These big screen and t v personalities so many admire
And of singing their praises never seem to tire
From such admiration big egos are grown
By people who do not seem to have lives of their own

These rappers and rock stars and pop stars we hear all about
Their fans in their delirium their love for them shout
I must not be with it an odd ageing man
Not to have any celebrity as a fan

Fan worship big egos in the celebrities inspire
There are those born to be admired and those born to admire
Since they have thousands of people chanting their name
For their swollen egos them one hardly can blame

Their fans in their thousands their praises do sing
Making small gods of mortals to many their in thing
The celebrities to millions are the egotistical to me
Suppose we all cannot be celebrity fans is how it seems to be

In a World where millions are living in extreme poverty
The egotistical celebrities are day and night on t v
Their fans may be in the millions but in truth I can say
That any humility from their sort does seem far away

To any celebrity fan club I never belong
Many my way of thinking would see as all wrong
But then a weed to many to a few is a rose
And everyone not born to be a celebrity or a celebrity fan one does have to suppose.

With Your Young Friends

Do good old memories ever bring you close to tears
As your thoughts take you way back to the long gone years
On nice Summer evening until the gloaming after sundown
You played football with your young friends in the park of the town
Time brings with it changes and boys become men
And a lot has happened in your life since then
In memory we only can go to the past
And day follows night and time ticks on fast
Your young friends of the past where are they today
Like you from the old town are they ageing far away?
Doubtless some in the home parish did choose to stay
And some where the deceased are in eternal rest lay
Fond memories of good times you now do retain
And with your young friends you play football again.

Not In Hope

Not in hope of money or any literary renown
That the rhymes that come to me in notebook I pen down
And post them to be published on a literary site
It is just for the love of rhyme that rhymes I do write

Just one of many rhymers since rhymers are not rare
This is something that many of would be aware
One the literary critics dismiss as the writers of doggerel
Of who are or are not poets they feel qualified of for to tell

Where the huge white surf waves are rolling into the bay
The beautiful gannets are fishing today
Into the deep ocean from great heights they dive
In nature this is their way fort to survive

So much beauty in Nature for to write rhymes about
In this beautiful coastal countryside of the south
The sun in the blue and grey sky with a freshening breeze
And a pleasant weather temperature of around eighteen degrees

The warbling distinctive and always pleasant to hear
Of the magpies who sing every day of the year
And a voice of nature that belong to the Spring
The beautiful songs that the blackbirds do sing

I live without the desire of any literary note
And I do leave to others the title of poet
The gannets are fishing out there on the bay
On what is a beautiful early Spring day.

On Singing Honeyeaters

Often seen as single or in pairs or in small flocks three or four
On flowering shrubs and bushes by the ocean shore
Honeyeaters of dark brown, yellow and breasts of striped grey
People walking by the southern sea hear and see them every day
They are not birds who do have a widespread fame
Singing honeyeaters for them is their common name
In cup shaped nest of grass on fork of small tree the female bird lay
Two or three palish eggs from view well hidden away
For honeyeater they have a rather loud song
Once seen and once heard one should never again get them wrong
They are more trustworthy of humans than most other birds are
When you approach them from you they never fly far
To nature walkers by the southern shore they are well known
Singing honeyeaters do have a charm of their own.

There Is Truth

There is truth in the saying that kindness can pay
For the person you help out of trouble today
Karma in some form will reward you
For those who do good things for others Karma good things do
What goes around comes around as a truism remain
The meaning of this it's own self does explain
Never turn your back on one of your help in need
Karma rewards us for our every good deed
To your higher self you are not being true
If you do not pay to others the respect they are due
Live and let live as the wise one does say
And never treat anyone in a bad way
Those who on Karma do firmly believe
That you have to give if you wish to receive.

A Vulgar Word

A word often used in the lower form of wit
That doggerel rhymers often rhyme with grit
A word used to describe a contemptible person or thing in a vulgar way
And one that is quite often used every day
A word commonly used in every town
By those who do like to demean and put down
On those they do not like they use words that are rude
The people who are known to be verbally crude
Such people one can say not enlightened of mind
On using the most vulgar of put down words pleasure they do find
The point that they are not nice people they do seem to miss
But then as is said ignorance can be bliss
A vulgar word that rhymes with pit and with slit
That you should not have to guess hard for to name it.

Big Donny

A giant of a man but gentle in his way
Big Donny for himself has never much for to say
With two lovely young Daughters and their beautiful mother Kate his devoted wife
He says I have been rather lucky in life
I have yet to hear Donny bad mouth anyone
His mum and his dad in him raised a good son
With short brown hair in his early thirties broad shouldered and tall
Standing near him most men do seem rather small
A handsome looking young man in his  in his physical prime
With his wife and his daughters he spends most of his work free time
He never spends much time in the local pub
Or in the barroom of the local football club
To his wife a good husband and to his daughters a good dad
I have yet to see him looking out of sorts and sad.

Those Happy Days

The memories of childhood with us does remain
Of things we used to do but will not do again
On Summer evenings until the gloaming before dark
Enjoying the games of football with your young friends in the park

The teenage beauty  a few years older than you with wavy brunette hair
Than her in the town there was none quite so fair
But the crush you had on her for you came to a sad end
When you see her walking hand in hand with your friend

The innocence of youth were good days for you that did not last
And all you have left are memories of the past
Your young friends and you apart in ways seemed to grow
That few friendships last a lifetime we come of to know

The things with your young friends that you used to do
Our younger years our happiest years as many will tell you
We had lost our childhood innocence before our physical prime
Eventually everything does lose out to time

Those happy days of the what used to be
That for us at most times seemed close to carefree
Are now only memories of the long gone
And life all around us as usual goes on.

Of Spending Taxpayers Money

On spending taxpayers money on promotion of self there is nothing of to feel proud
That is of political advantage to the incumbent government should not be allowed
Politicians should not be furthering their political careers at the taxpayers expense
That they pay for their own self promoting should make for better public financial sense
Government members have all the political and financial advantages on their side
That the government has a huge financial advantage over their political opponents cannot be denied
Yet for their financial and political advantage it is the taxpayers always pay
In a fair political system it would not be this way
Being in government is quite a substantial advantage indeed
And of taxpayers assistance governments should not be in need
Power does beget power as the wise one does say
And incumbency in government in their re-election a huge part does play
Governments of taxpayers assistance of are not in need
Incumbency of power in politics a huge advantage indeed.

If To Your Higher Self

Jesus a god to so many he was crucified
And so many good people at the hands of bad people have died
Many good people Worldwide are dying every day
At the hands of others in  a foul and cruel way
Far too many people the inner glow lack
Life from once taken cannot be given back
Life is the greatest gift any human possess
Far greater than any other form of success
Live and let live as a truism remain
The meaning in this it's own self does explain
You will only be remembered for the good things for others you do
And treat everyone as you would like them to treat you
Some future good Karma may become your due
If to your higher self you try to live as true.

Not A Fair Go For All

Wise words of the past well worthy of recall
A fair go for some is not a fair go for all
Since a fair go for all to all never seems to apply
Even in the most democratic of Countries due to discrimination a fair go of some the racists deny

Racism and discrimination and xenophobia in the Human World are rife
And these three combined make for a cheapening of human life
In the age of science and technology injustice and unfairness due to racism remain
That in an age of enlightenment this should be seems hard to explain

The Stateless the hungry, the homeless and the millions living rough
So many poor people they are doing it tough
In a Human World where to be poor is treated as a minor crime
No such a thing as a fair go for all even in this enlightened time

Wise words of the past that remain relevant today
Some things never change it does seem this way
In this twenty first century it seems hard to deny
That a fair go to everyone to everyone does not apply.

A Wet Day In Koroit

In south west Victoria changeable weather not an unusual thing
A wet day in Koroit in the early Spring
In the botanical gardens the blackbirds on song
Among Nature's finest songsters they do belong
Yesterday nice and warm it was twenty two degrees
With a nice sort of freshness in the coastal breeze
In September the weather can be quick to change
Nature in her moods can often seem strange
The Town of Koroit is not busy today
The rain and the wind keep the shoppers away
From the old coastal Town in the Moyne countryside
With strong  links to history that is known far and wide
On a wet September morning in Koroit so pleasant to hear
The warbling of the magpies the birds who sing every day of the year.

Park Lake Pertobe In September

A freshening breeze blowing from Lady Bay

In Park Lake Pertobe such a beautiful day

The dark welcome swallows chirping as they fly

With the sun on their wings in the mostly blue sky

September in Park Lake Pertobe in Warrnambool a nice time of year

The songs of the wild birds so pleasant to hear

The park looking green after the recent rain

With such beautiful weather none ought to complain

For it's scenic beauty it is widely known

Warrnambool City has a charm of it's own

Out on Lake Pertobe hardhead duck for their food dive

In Nature most creatures have their own unique way to survive

In Park Lake Pertobe in September on a beautiful Spring day

From here Earthly Utopia cannot be far away.

The Respect They Are Due

To your higher self you do not live as true
If you cannot pay others the respect they are due
If you find pleasure in your words of dragging others down
You are not a asset to your side of the town
Live and let live as the wise one does say
A truism that remains as quite relevant to today
If you cannot say something nice about someone say nothing at all
Untruthful words have caused many a person's downfall
That some people due to circumstance are in poverty happens to be so
But everyone in life deserves a fair go
Far too many being judged for their lack of material success
So many are not very hard to impress
Those who live to their higher selves are good people to know
Since they have been blessed of the bright inner glow.

Not Great To Live In

How come there is so much emphasis placed on success
If winning is our only way to happiness
In this twenty first century where so many yearn for to win
It cannot be a happy World to live in
And many of those who win cannot win with grace
In the Human World humility has lost it's place
I admire the people who do not wish to be well known
One can say of them they have lives of their own
They talk of their big home and their brand new car
How so very self obsessed some people are
Yet their sort so many do seem to admire
This thing known as success can leave a lot to desire
The twenty first century not great to live in
When those looked on as winners without grace do win.

Only A Few

Of successful writers there are only a few
And this is not saying anything that is new
And so many from writing who never know of wealth and fame
Though rather good writers so few know of them by name
There are many writers in every town
Who from writing will never know of literary renown
Like most people in writers for success there is this inborn need
But in writing as in most things many do lose out for one to succeed
So many writers have their manuscripts rejected by publishers every day
For most writers writing is a hobby they work in other jobs for their pay
Everyone cannot be a winner seems true for to say
This is how it is life works in this way
So many good writers who will never make the literary grade
Though every writer is needed in the wordsmith trade.

Birds I Hear And See Often

They are birds I hear and see often almost every day
The new Holland honeyeaters in black, gold and grey
Distinctive on their appearance and their loud chirping song
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong
They defend their flowering bushes and trees in an aggressive way
And from their territory manage to drive larger wattle birds away
Tiny birds in the face of aggression who do not display any fear
In their loud chirping they warn all other birds that a predator to their territory is near
Two or three pink spotted eggs in cup of grass and twigs the female bird lay
In a low prickly bush from view well camouflaged one can say
At breeding time they do accept none as a friend
Their eggs and their young with aggression they defend
Mental images of them are not hard to retain
Once seen and once heard you will know them again.

Things Have Not Changed Any

Everyone have their stories of life for to tell
And so many only know of life in Earthly Hell
But these are the people we do not hear of or read about
Of any recognition sadly they do lose out
That it is a Human World for winners does seem obviously clear
It is only of wealthy celebrities we read of and hear
To the winners the admiration in the World of today
But having this said it was always this way
Due to malnutrition or other untreated illnesses some of the poor do die young
And as they live they die as humanity's unsung
In a Human World where for a minority to win big many do have to lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
Things have not changed any since the days of old
Only the stories of the wealthy and famous are told.

A Myth And A Fallacy

The praises of youth and beauty often sung
But nobody forever stays young
Beauty does fade to time's decay
Life it does work in this way
Of the very old blokes and old dears
Few make it to a century of years
All air breathing creatures including humans are born to die
An eternal life it is based on a lie
The giant tortoise outlive the oldest human by eighty years or more
Among the Earth's longest lived they remain to the fore
But they too do die eventually
This is how life is meant for to be
Few humans live for a century
Eternal life is a myth and a fallacy.

Than Them In This Way

Material success has so much to do with human gain
And this is not a hard thing for to explain
The great power in money as most people say
It speaks every language it is always this way
The poor bloke is never the man of the year
Any good stories of him you will not read of or hear
Life is so much harder for the financially down
Any of the wealthy and famous do not live on the poor side of the town
That it is better to be wealthy and unhappy than poor and unhappy happens to be true
The words of a wise person for to give her or him their due
And though of the praises of money the majority may sing
There are times it has been proven that it is not everything
The very wealthy dying of cancer for life cannot pay
The healthy poor are much wealthier than them in this way.

So Live For As Long

The longest lived human life in time not a long span
So live for as long as you possibly can
Live for eventually you will be one of the forever dead
Make the most of the now and your days ahead
And to others give credit where credit is due
And to your higher self do remain ever true
And help anyone of your helping in need
For your future good Karma you must plant the good seed
The good things you do for others as a person says more about you
Than the good things for yourself that you choose to do
On the helping of others always willingly inclined
They are such good people the compassionate and kind
Good people perform good deeds every day
And from those in need of their help never turn away.

Dangerous Powerful Ageing Bullies

Wisdom does not grow on trees as has often been told
Not all men grow wiser though all men grow old
Many of the ageing political leaders in the World of today
May be famous with great power at their disposal but not wise in any way
That such arrogant people command such great power is not a source for joy
With nuclear weapons at their disposal humanity they could destroy
It only takes one mistake for a major war to begin
And on a nuclear war for anyone there would not be a win
Arrogant ageing males in positions of great power can be dangerous indeed
And in this age of nuclear weaponry of more of their sort humanity is not in need
How they have come into positions of great power seems hard to realize
They have grown older with great power at their disposal but they have not grown wise
These dangerous powerful ageing bullies in truth one can say
Are making the Human World far more dangerous for everyone to live in today.

Whistlers Supreme

A blackbird sized brown and grey bird of humans not shy
a grey shrike thrush is whistling on the trees nearby
Once seen and once heard their kind you never again do get wrong
They do have a beautiful whistling song
Familiar birds with ways of their own
To most country people grey shrike thrushes are quite well known
These feathered minstrels of Nature quite pleasant to hear
Their beautiful whistling so melodious and clear
Unmistakeable in their whistling of them one can say
Birds I do not see often or hear every day
Just after sundown on the nearby trees
The sound of their whistling is carrying in the breeze
One can say of them they are whistlers supreme
Their equals in the bird World are few it does seem.

If Everyone Were Winners

Suppose humanity is designed in this way
There are winners and losers in the Human World every day
And though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
For one to win big many do have do have to lose
To the winner the most of the admiration and the one most people come to know by name
In losing for anyone not any fame
The football fans celebrating their club's victory
On the faces of the losing fans disappointment and misery
If everyone were winners how great this would be
But this is not possible as all would agree
If there never were losers then this would be great
But it is only the winners who does celebrate
For one to win big many do have to lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose.