A Woman Who Loves Life

In spirit she is willing though she has grown physically weak
Of end of life and death to her do not speak
She says i love life why should i wish to die
If i did tell you differently this would be a lie
One who does not have children to carry her genes in life
For many years to an abusive husband a devoted wife
Until eventually time it did become his foe
And he breathed his last a few decades ago
His passing from life did not reduce her to tears
She could not grieve for one who had abused her for years
On her ninety fifth year her better physical days long gone
But her great love of life inspires her to live on
She says i love life and i have no wish to die
If i did tell you differently this would be a lie.

Not A Good World To Live In

Not everyone can afford to buy expensive clothes
And as the saying goes scenting like a rose
Not everyone destined to be a millionaire
There are millions of poor people in the World out there
The creation of money among humanity
Only brought with it corruption and inequality
On saying that the majority of the material wealth of the World is owned by the few
Is not saying any thing that is in any way that is new
It is a sad fact of the Human World of today
That money says more of you than any thing else can say
In a fair Human World it would not be this way
But then suppose for materialism this is the price that there is for to pay
For the millions of people who are in extreme poverty
It is not a good World to live in would you not agree?

On Little Ravens

Once heard by their sharp quick caws you will know them again
And mental pictures of their glossy black feathers not hard to retain
The little ravens of south eastern Australia not hard to get to know
Some people refer to them as the pale eyed crow

Quite hardy birds where food is plentiful they thrive
And even in drought ravaged areas they manage to survive
In south eastern Australia their range is far and wide
Familiar birds of towns and countryside

In stick nest on outer branch of taller tree
The female lays greenish pink dotted eggs of six down to three
Even in Climate Change not rare in any way
They are birds that one does see every day

Their shiny feathers quite as black as tar
From their territories they never travel far
In problem solving they never cease to surprise
Quite clever birds one does come to realize

They open rubbish bins for scraps of food and meat
And dip stale hard  bread in water for to soften to eat
In numbers quite abundant in their range
And they are birds that will survive Climate Change.

Bill Blab Mouth

Bill Blab Mouth will tell you of the athletic trophies he has won
And of how his mum and dad are proud to call him son
But he is far back from an elite athlete
And many in the town than him quicker on their feet

As women go he fancies himself as a man of the town
But as a lady's man he will never know of renown
It has been awhile since he has had a partner his lovers are few
He boasts at present he is not looking for anyone new

But the truth of the matter is for trying he does not lack
He is one who receives from women many a knock back
Most women find him over bearing and rather rude
He is no casanova his chat up lines crude

Bill Blab Mouth on his twenty seventh year does not have child, partner or wife
He boasts he has had many loves in his life
But he is one who does believe his own lies
As most who know of him have come to realize.

From The Cares Of Living

From the cares of living death does bring release
Which perhaps gives rise to the saying may she or he rest in peace
It is the ego in us that does fear death
That wills us on to fight for our last living breath
Though it is part of life and a natural thing
Of the praises of death you will not hear many sing
Though their physical best years to time has long gone
Most of those past their century of living do want to live on
A decade of years in our physical prime
And eventually we all become victims of time
As the words of the song go and it is not a lie
The longer you live the sooner you will die
The Reaper of lives keeps on reaping away
For all of us there is this last night and day.

Of Nature

So much of Nature's ways there is for to  know
And the more we learn of her the more our wonder of her grow
A sibling of Mother Earth as some do say
She does her own thing and lives in her own way
She does have her moods as we all know too well
When angry she makes life for those in her way a living hell
Yet she can be gentle and calm as can be
Her moods they are many as most would agree
The beauty in Nature we do not pay to see
It is all around you and it is all around me
The one who helps Mother Earth create a beautiful flower
Is also the World's number one super power
Of Nature we learn something new every day
We never stop learning life works in this way.

In Groves Of Kilmeedy

In groves of Kilmeedy from here far away
The wild birds of Nature are not singing today
The winds of November blow with a cold chill
Above the high fields in view of Clara Hill

In groves of Kilmeedy no leaves on the deciduous trees
And the weather temperature just above zero degrees
But the migrant redwing thrushes from the colder northlands back on their wintering ground
In the fields of Kilmeedy in numbers they abound

From Clara's Hill i first saw Kilmeedy when i was a boy
In their greeness of Spring a scene for to enjoy
When the migratory dark barn swallows avian speedsters of the sky
In pursuit of flying insects in the sunlight did fly

In the groves of Kilmeedy four months from the Spring
The deciduous trees are bare and the birds do not sing
But i have a fond memory of long before time became my foe
On a Spring evening from Clara looking down on Kilmeedy many decades ago.

I Have Never Pretended

I have never pretended that i am a poet
Nor in any way worthy of literary note
As they used to be in the days of yore
Rhymers nowadays are not to the literary fore
For many years i have been a rhyming buff
Just one who has written a whole heap of stuff
I was one who loved reading rhymes as a boy
And writing them nowadays is a thing i enjoy
This title of poet many like to claim for their own
It is okay with me if this is how they wish to be known
But true poets we are told are of the few
Though many others on this have a different view
But each to their own as the wise one does say
Most of us look at life in our own sort of a way.

In Some Of Their Ways

If you are lacking in compassion, kindness and empathy
True to your higher self you never can be
A poor person in ways the multi money millionaire
Who with the financially down refuses for to share
Those who reach their higher selves to help others willingly inclined
They are a people with brightness of mind
People who perform good deeds every day
And on helping those doing it tough go out of their way
The wealthy who live for selves only to their higher selves nowhere near
This is something to all that should be obviously clear
Those who have reached their higher selves are compassionate people in varying degrees
They help the hungry, the homeless and stateless refugees
The wealthy people who never help those in financial need
In some of their ways are poor people indeed.

For Some There Will Not Be

For some there will not be a tomorrow for them this will be their last day
This is how it is and it always will be for life it does work in this way
Since us humans like all living creatures are born to eventually die
Those who believe in immortality for homo sapiens are those who believe their own lie
The egotistical in their sense of self importance of their worth are never in doubt
Never seem to realize they too will die and they too will be done without
An over pumped ego can be soul destroying as it takes one from reality
Death is for the wealthy and famous as well as those in poverty
Some of those who believe they are superior to most others may eventually come to realize
That themselves they had been over rating this is if time makes them wise
Yet some never seem to grow wiser like all they only do grow old
Age is not a guarantee for wisdom by sages you would have heard told
In cemeteries there are many who thought they were inexpendable but their gift of life from them has gone
They over rated their own importance for the World without them goes on.

When Jimmy Cronin Sang Mother Malone

His Holiday House shop was full of Millstreet supporters When Jimmy Cronin sang Mother Malone
A song of the man who often kissed his mother in law to be but never kissed the Blarney Stone
That evening the Millstreet under fourteen team he had been coaching had a big Duhallow Gaelic Football win
And Jimmy in song was releasing some of the joy he felt within

Jimmy was born in Dooneen in Millstreet where he grew into a man
In his twenties he migrated to New York where he lived and worked of time for quite a span
When he returned home he purchased a business in the West End of the Town of Millstreet
It became a spot where some locals at evening quite often did meet

Though a Cork man by birth and address Kerry his favourite team in Gaelic Football
He used to say Kerry forever and Kerry to answer the call
And though this did not please some Millstreet Cork supporters Jimmy to his thoughts remained true
To him Kerry were champion Gaelic Footballers and credit to them for this was their due

But Jimmy was loyal to Millstreet G A A he coached many a Millstreet under age football team
That he would coach them to Cork county glory in life for him an unfulfilled dream
There was so much for to like about him quite a character in his own way
Doubtless he is remembered in Millstreet by all who knew of him today

Jimmy Cronin is at peace forever among the dead of Millstreet he lay
He was such a memorable character quite distinctive in his own way
Time does take care of everybody does only seem true for to say
But Jimmy Cronin is remembered in Millstreet by all who knew of him today

A nice evening in the mid Summer in Jimmy Cronin's shop a happy football crowd
The Millstreet under fourteens had won a big football game in Duhallow and Jimmy felt joyous and proud
He was in the right mood for singing so he sang about Mother Malone
And of the young man who hugged and kissed her for the love of her daughter but never kissed the Blarney Stone.

The Beautiful Person

I will always remember the beautiful person though i have not seen her for awhile
The town the poorer for her leaving she has such a wonderful smile
Wavy dark hair to her shoulders and beautiful eyes of light brown
Eight months ago she moved to elsewhere she is a huge loss to the town

Perhaps she is in her mid twenties in the physical prime of her life
One who is not a mother to children and she is not anyone's  wife
Many young local males attracted to her but she is not the flirting kind
She is one who is pure and honesst and to lead males on not in any way inclined

As well as a nice person and attractive looking about her she has a lovely way
One who never ignores anybody and even to strangers smile and say good day
She always does seem very happy a smile on her beautiful face
Her sort to any town an asset and always seems hard to replace

The yearn like many was in her to see some of the big World out there
She left the town in the late Autumn for to try her luck out elsewhere
But in the town she is missed by many and fond memories of her they retain
And they hope that she will return for to live among them again.

Love Of Self Gone Wrong

In the Human World of today self adoration with some it is an in thing
Of their own praises they are only too willing to sing
Into self propmotion in quite a big way
They do love an audience of them one can say
With the advancement of technology narcissism all but out of  control
It is detrimental to the health of the human soul
Those who live for self only are not compassionate and kind
Such a warped sense of love not healthy for the mind
Praise to them is like petrol to a flame
They become obsessed with self and money and fame
To become wealthy and famous in life their desire
And of talking of self they never seem to tire
To the self obsessed egotistical their sort belong
Narcissism in truth is self love gone wrong.

A November Day In The Moyne Shire

In the coastal Moyne Shire on this November day
The sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay
Under a sunny sky blowing in the freshening breeze
On a pleasant Spring day of around twenty degrees
Such beauty in the Moyne Shire today today to be seen
After the recent rain the countryside looking green
The cattle are grazing on grass to their knees
And the wild birds chirping and singing on bushes and trees
In stamens of brown and petals of gold
The cape flowers in bloom beautiful to behold
This sort of weather is to Mother Earth's gain
The warmth in the sunshine after the recent rain
And with the sun on their wings in the blue and grey sky
In pursuit of flying insects the dark swallows fly.

Most Politicians

Most politicians elected to parliament are obsessed with the power that comes with money and fame
For their own inadequacies on their political opponents they put the blame
The honorable and truthful politicians one can say of the few
And this is not saying  anything that is in any way that is new

Most politicians the truth do know how to disguise
One can say of them that they believe their own lies
To their own selves they could never be true
They are good at being deceitful for to give tthem their due

A prerequisite for a successful political career is to be able to deceive
That they have a right to lie most politicians believe
They do not see verbal deception as a dishonorable thing
And of their own praises and the praises of their political party they do love to sing

Most politicians only speak the truth
When to their personal aand political advantage it happens for to suit
In parliament and to the media they lie every day
With them for to lie it is seen as okay.

It Is Karma Gone Wrong

It is Karma gone wrong or so it seems to be
That so many good people live in dire poverty
The people of success in life who stand little chance
Poverty is their lot due to birth circumstance
So many poor people in the World in this age and time
To be born of poor parents is their only crime
Who are hungry and homeless and financially down
The fringe dwellers of every big city and town
One of the main sources of poverty is human greed
So few wealthy people willing to help those of helping in need
So many people without a bed to sleep on in the World tonight
In the twenty first century this does not seem right
This is Karma gone wrong it does seem this way
What goes around comes around is not for everyone despite what some does say.

Bodily Appearance

If your stomach with ageing seems to get bigger by the day
Why worry of what others of this have to say
Of worrying what others think or say of them many waste so much time
Vanity in many seems to live on decades past their physical prime

You may not look the person you were years ago
Going back in time some three decades or so
Hair dyes and anti ageing creams do not hide all of times decay
Loss of muscle tone and flabbyness of ageing a give away

Those who worry of how they appear to others in their thinking seem vain
And vanity in some into old age does remain
But having this said few of us humans are free of taint
A rare one in the World is the living saint

Bodily appearance a huge worry to many women as well as to some men
You cannot look as well today as you did back when
You were much younger many years ago
As is said of time it becomes everyone's foe.

In Park Lake Pertobe

In the sunny blue sky just a few clouds of grey
In Warrnambool it is a beautiful day
Park Lake Pertobe looking green after the recent rain
With such beautiful weather one ought not to complain
Far north of this beautiful place in the far south
In New South Wales and Queensland in lands stricken by drought
There are massive bushfires burning today
For Climate Change sadly the price huge to pay
Where many have lost their homes and a few have lost their lives
And in most people in bush fire areas grief of loss for years survives
Where the weather at most times is on the side of cool
Quite a nice City for to live in Warrnambool
On a beautiful evening in November in Spring
In green and sunlt Park Lake Pertobe the blackbirds do sing.

Of Rhyme Words A Rhymer

Of rhyme words a rhymer does never run out
And no shortage of things for to write rhymes about
Most rhymers are known to write rhymes every day
Without the hope of literary fame or the rewards of pay
Nowadays for most of those writing in rhyme little hope of literary renown
But no shortage of rhymers in any village or city or town
Rhymers known to be successful writers are only of the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
They used to be known as poets going back decades of time
And they did know of fame then the writers of rhyme
But even in literature so many changes since then
For writers of all genres women and men
Like most things in life rhymers did have their day
That time with it brings change does seem true to say.

A Character Of Millstreet Town

He was one who deserves to be remembered as he was one as large as life
One who did not have children or a partner or anyone to call a wife
He was one different to most others though no harm in him at all
His birth name was Cornelius Dennehy though he was better known as Snowball

Not good at sports or materially famous and his only claim to local renown
Is that he was a memorable character of Duhallow's old Millstreet Town
He was funny with a few drinks in and quite humorous in his likable way
At community gatherings in Millstreet he added some joy to our day

He worked for the Cork County Council going back in time decades ago
And it truly can be said of him that in life he did not make a foe
For he was quite a gentle fellow one who would not even harm a fly
He lives in the memories of all who did know him as a character of years long gone by

Every town needs a character like Con Dennehy though they may not know of a Worldwide fame
The World to live in would be boring if in all ways we all were the same
He did bring some humor to Millstreet on going back the decades of time
Today he is only remembered by those who did know him who have outlived their physical prime

All migrants have only the memories of what was and what used to be
Of people they knew or did know of in the flesh never more for to see
One hopes there are characters like him in every town of the World of today
For all of the joy that he brought to us mere words of praise him could not pay

If there is a Land they call Heaven in God's World way beyond the sky
Where good souls at death of the body  with wings for to live to does fly
Perhaps the keeper of soul records did say to Con Dennehy welcome to Heaven Snowball
We do need more laughter in our World it is the best tonic of all.

As Long As Healthwise

As long as healthwise you are feeling okay
Though in time you are long past your best physical day
You are far better off than those in the cemetery
So feel happy for every day you wake for to see

Big Brother's judges you may fail to impress
Since they deem you to be poor by your postal address
But you have a home to live in and enough food to eat
And you are one who can afford to buy meat

You may be one of the poor side of the town
But you are not one who is financially down
You work hard for a living and draw an honest pay
And you never wrong anyone in any way

Though with much more money more things you could do
Wealthy people in poor health envy people like you
Though in years not that long past their physical prime
Their doctors tell them they are on borrowed time

To a ripe old age they cannot hope to survive
Which proves money it does not keep people alive
And in them it only gives rise to unhappiness
To realize that life is the greatest gift that they possess.

I Am One Of Those

I am one of those who enjoys writing rhyme
It is something i have been doing since my physical prime
Going back back the years this now seems long ago
And since time that rusts iron has become my foe
An amateur writer not to the literary fore
I am just one of many the literary criotics ignore
But i no longer daydream of literary fame
I feel happy to live as a not well known name
For many years i have been a rhyming buff
Just one who has written a whole heap of stuff
There are so many like me in every town
Who can only daydream of literary renown
And if i say i will quit rhyming this would be a lie
As i hope to be doing it until the day i do die.

A Koroit Beauty

Of blue eyes and shoulder length hair of light brown
A beautiful woman of old Koroit Town
Slender of average height not small or tall
And a beautiful person in ways overall
Perhaps in her mid twenties in her physical prime
The type who inspires the writers of song, story and rhyme
To in their written words publicly glorify
That youthful physical beauty wins admirers seems hard to deny
I cannot say if she has a partner in her life
But many young males in Koroit desire her for a wife
That she will grow old in Koroit i cannot even say
She well may go to live in a city or town from there far away
She seems down to earth and one without guile
And to match her physical beauty she has a beautiful smile.

Than Money And Fame

Though these two are seen as important just the same
There is more to living of life than money and fame
Poor people in many ways those who only exist for their own renown
And no shortage of their sort in any city or town
You may be one many wish to emulate
And what you are good at be seen as a great
But if to the suffering of others you are one who is blind
Then despite your wealth and fame you are one of the self centered kind
On the material success ladder you may have climbed far
But this doess not tell us of the type of person that you really are
How you treat and respect other people says more about you
Than your money and fame can ever hope to do
It is not more of the self centered wealthy and famous the Human World of is in need
But the kind, compassionate and caring who plant Karma's good seed.

Our Past Follows Us

Though eventually time becomes everyone's foe
Our past follows us to wherever we go
For as long as the gift of memory we retain
Of the what used to be in us will remain
From where you were born and raised you may live far away
But your friends of the past you remember today
You have forged new friendships and in life have moved on
But you always remember the good days long gone
Though sometimes with it sad thoughts to us it does bring
The great gift of memory is such a wonderful thing
The past in your memory today does survive
Of the what used to be for you in remains alive
Your links to the past in your memory remains strong
Wherever you go to with you it goes along.

Self Promotion Nowadays

In this the early part of the twenty first century
That narcissism is an in thing it does seem to be
So many their own praises do love to sing
Self promtion nowadays has become an in thing
Some of their own needs only does seem aware
And sadly the humble are becoming more rare
I see some people with their mobile phones taking photos of themselves every day
This is self love gone wrong or it does seem this way
So many into self promotion know of financial success
Suppose the gullible are not that hard for to impress
That narcissism is an in thing with many cannot be denied
And like an epidemic it has spread Worldwide
The humble nowadays they are of the few
And this is not saying anything that is new.

One Who Refuses To Be Counted Out

He used to be materially wealthy going back two decades or so
As humans years go this does seem long ago
The business he ownned and he managed the banks did possess
Leaving him a declared bankrupt and in a financial mess

His wife who could not adjust to a life of poverty
Left him and took their young daughters of five and of three
In his early thirties without his children and wife
Without a home to live in and on his own in life

Life's good and bad sides he does know about
But he is one who refuses to be counted out
Though from being quite wealthy to financially down
He got a job start in a factory on his side of town

He knows he has grandchildren in the U S of A
And his wife did remarry she lives in L A
In a one bedroom rental flat he lives on his own
Of the good and the bad times of life he has known

He never remarried he had a partner for awhile
But even about this he can manage a smile
On Saturday evening he enjoys a few ales in the local public bar
From where he does live to walk not that far

In his late fiftiess a likable bloke
One who can laugh heartily at the punchlike of a good joke
Of Life's good and bad sides he does know about
And he is one who refuses to be counted out.

Hibernia In November

The huge white wind driven waves crashing on the sea cliffs today
On the shores of Hibernia from here far away
And furthter inland the hills wear hats of snow
And the chill winds of November across the sky blow
Hibernia place of winter the name given by the Romans for the Ireland of today
They arrived in their war ships but there did not stay
It must have been in the depths of Winter the coldest time of year
Of pre written or oral history it is up to you  to believe what you read of or of hear
Ireland was an old Land before the first people to it came
Long before it was called Hibernia the Greek explorer Pythias of Massilia called it Ierne by name
But this is from pre written history and from such legend is made
And in pre written history the truth into time has been known for to fade
And in the land once known as Hibernia today
In the grey sky of November the sun is hidden away.

In A Class Of Her Own

For beauty she will never know of renown
She is not one of the attractive looking young women of the town
But what she lacks for in looks she makes up for in another way
Beauty is only skin deep as the wise one does say

She is a good friend of the financially down
In her work free time always helping the poor of the town
She is one who performs good deeds every day
Without expecting the rewards of any monetary pay

She is one who does have a beautiful mind
A State registered nurse she is compassionate and kind
Next year she does hope if all for her goes to plan
That she will be working for the sick  poor in a hospital in Sudan

In her mid twenties not anyone's partner or wife
She is a woman who lives a moral and good life
A volunteer in her work free hours for the Salvation Army and Vincent De Paul
Where empathy, kindness and compassion are needed she answers the call

Plain looking and dark haired in her physical prime
Not one of the town's beauties at the present time
But the seeds of good Karma every day by her sown
And as a caring person in a class of her own.

A November Day In Illowa

The sun has not shone much on Illowa today
Behind the grey clouds it is hidden away
A weather temperature for the day of seventeen degrees
And in the cool air no buzzing of bush flies or bees
The paddocks of Illowa are looking so green
Quite as heaalthy looking as they have ever been
There is so much nourishment for the Earth in the Spring rain
With such weather anybody ought not to complain
The songs of the blackbirds is carrying in the coastal breeze
That soughs in the bushes and the leafy trees
Towards the end of Spring and Summer quite near
November in Illowa can be a changeable time of year
Compared to many parts of Australia ravaged by fires and drought
Illowa is a haven of the far coastal south.

Most Of Us Are Judgmental

Most of us are judgmental in our own sort of way
But some more so than others in truth one can say
There are billions of judgmental people Worldwide
Who do help to uphold the social divide
They are not an asset to their side of the town
Those who verbally belittle the financially down
In their thinking and views they do seem so small
As they do not believe on a fair go for all
So many the wealthy and famous admire
And of singing their praises never seem to tire
But the person a poor person on can depend
And on her or his time of most need can look to as a friend
Is one of good Karma who does plant the seed
And is one that the Human World of is in need.

For Every Wealthy Person

It is something that is beyond me to explain
Why somebody's loss becomes somebody's gain
There are far more winners than losers in the World every day
Sadly this is how it  is humanity works in this way
A saying that is relevant from the days of old
Money makes money as has often been told
For one for to win someone else has to lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
The majority of the material wealth of the World is owned by the few
One may say of this do tell us what is new
Few seem to care of the plight of the financially down
The homeless and hungry of the poor side of the town
For every wealthy person many in poverty
This is how it is and how it always will be.

He Is His Own Man

At the pub sing along he is not there to sing
Or he does not watch talk of or play football he does his own thing
To most who know or know of him he is as boring as can be
But at least of their sort of tribalism he is one who is free

Since of their sort of company he can live without
Of his worth as a person they do cast some doubt
The truth in each to their own it's own self does explain
Aloof from them and their interests he will always remain

Birds by their appearance or chirp or song
Are things he knows of and seldom get wrong
His love of Mother Earth does remain ever strong
To the tribe who loves Nature he is one who belong

On natural science he does not have degrees
But he knows so much about animals, plants and trees
His great love of Nature as he age has grown
And of the Natural World he realizes so much remain as unknown

He is never seen drinking at the local pub
Or socializing with the sporting tribes at the town's sporting club
The praises of the wealthy and famous he never does sing
For he is his own man and he does his own thing.

Of Kind And Caring People

There is a theory that those who willingly give can expect to receive
From the workings of Karma in not hard to believe
For Karma of the Akashic works in it's own way
What goes around comes around seems true to say
So blessed indeed are the generous and kind
The people who are quite compassionate of mind
They possess in them the gift of empathy
And are quite an asset to humanity
The wealthy and famous so many admire
And of singing their praisess never seem to tire
The kind and the caring are never to the fore
Those with the better traits of humanity many tend to ignore
Kind and caring people do plant Karma's good seed
And of more of their sort humanity is in need.

Familiarity Can Breed Contempt

Familiarity can breed contempt or so we are told
A truism that does remain relevant from the days of old
But only in some instances of familiarization it is this way
In many instances familiarization can give rise to likeness one can say
It is quite often between like minded people the bond of friendship grows strong
There are some groups of people you know that in you do not belong
Of our human ways of thinking this is a well known
But then as is said it is each to their own
We like some people better than others humanity works in this way
And a true friendship is something that one does not form every day
Feel lucky of true friends if you have just a few
This is not saying anything that is in any way that is new
Familiarity can breed contempt as a truism remain
The meaning in this it's own self does explain.

A Last Night And Day

You may be wealthy and famous and known Worldwide
And to most of the people of your Country a sense of pride
But with your successes do not get carried away
For you too like all others there will be a last night and day
You may be a person many do admire
And of singing your praises never seem to tire
But at the end of life's journey you too to the scythe of Life's Reaper will fall
Life too will end for you as it will for us all
It is hard to stay humble when you have admirers in every city and town
And you are celebrated as one of great wealth and renown
Your praises the admiring masses do sing
Fame it can be such an ego boosting thing
But with your success do not get carried away
As for you too there will be a last night and day.

What We Do To Others

What we do to others to our own selves we do
Treat other people as you would like them to treat you
What goes around comes around seems true to say
Kindness begets kindness life works in this way
Help anybody if you can of your helping in need
You cannot reap the fruits of good Karma if you do not sow the good seed
Those who in their words like putting others down
Never become the most popular people of the town
It only seems a fair thing for to say
That respect is a thing that goes more than one way
And it should not be a very hard thing to believe
That those who willingly give can expect to receive
That there are so few near to perfect only happens to be
The imperfections i see in others are the imperfections in me.

Of Changes In Millstreet

On where old Clara Mountain as ever looks down
The changes keep on happening in Millstreet Town
Of what used to be a  Parish of one culture and race
Of Late has become known as a multicultural place
Though sportswise some things there seems not to have changed at all
Gaelic games remain the most talked of hurling and football
But all over Ireland it remains the same
Gaelic sports does take precedent over every other game
That time does bring change only happens to be so
But the old fields i knew and loved many Seasons ago
Perhaps would look much as they were today
Those untouched by human progress at least would anyway
But in Millstreet Town the changes keep happening as we are told
Perhaps change for the better from the days of old.

By Some Greater Force Planned

It would seem to me our life's destiny by some greater force planned
For one like old ordinary me far too hard to understand
It was destiny brought me to live this far south
Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout
I could have lived my life where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
Far north in the countryside near Millstreet Town
But a tiny voice in my mind nagged at me every day
Saying this is not where you should grow old and grey
We all have a life's destiny is how it seems to me
Though many with such thinking would never agree
Most people will tell you that our future we choose
That negative people in life have chosen to lose
And though i am not what one would call an enlightened man
Our future i believe is not for us to plan.

Life Does Go On

Life does go on though every day
By death from many people it is taken away
The Reaper of lives does not respect money and fame
And is the one who treats everyone as the same
Death does not treat anyone as a friend
Every day life's journey for people does end
And every day babies are born for to take their place
For to swell the numbers of the human race
Life does go on and time ticks away
And tomorrow will dawn as it did today
The future ahead and as most would agree
The past just a memory of what used to be
And the now is what matters as the wise one does say
So make the most of the now for the now is today.

On T B In Badgers And Cattle

That badgers pass T B on to cattle cannot be proven scientifically
In fact this is just another fallacy
But because of this falsehood thousands of badgers at the hands of humans have died
And they have become quite rare in the countryside

That cattle spread T B to cattle is even open to debate
Some scientists with this beg to differ of late
They tend to believe T B lives in the land
And their thinking on this not hard to understand

One animal in a veterinary T B test is positive as infected with T B
Whilst all of the olther animals in the herd of the disease are free
On the causes of T B in cattle many contradictions would you not agree
And that there are no clear answers to this is how it seems to be

In badger free areas where herds with T B are infected on dogs some put the blame
And that thousands of badgers have been slaughtered due to T B in cattle seems a terrible shame
It well may be that T B in the fields is hidden in the ground
This is a view of late that in science does abound.

He Did Not Have Kind Words For Me

He did not have klind words for me and he did not wish me well
He said for your worthless doggerel you will burn in hell
A patriotic and racist right winger of views quite extreme
Far too young big and strong for me to argue with it did seem
He yelled people like you ought to be run out of town
In your doggerel you only put good people down
He called me a traitor a local disgrace
He did seem so angry shouting in my face
In reply to him i had nothing to say
For me to keep quiet on the matter seemed the safer way
I did not argue with him did keep a shut mouth
And walked off and left him there to rant and shout
For our beliefs in life always some price to pay
Thanks be to his sort i do not meet every day.

Nationalists And Patriots

To some nationalists and patriots there is an ugly side
Those who oppose war by them are villified
On all who march for peace they wish on ill will
Yet Moses fifth commandment states thou shalt not kill
Of their patriotism in public they openly brag
And their love of country they wave in their country's flag
To be racist and xenophobic with some of them seems okay
They believe on who comes to live in their country they should have the say
To those who are different in their political views to them patriots in their verbal rants find an anger realease
And sadly there is never a memorial for those who march for peace
With some patriots and nationalists it is never each to their own
Of their dislike of those who to them are different in public they make known
They have rather narcissistic views on their love of homeland
But then that ignorance can be bliss is not hard to understand.

In November In Millstreet

It is cold, wet and windy today near the Town of Millstreet
Near where Finnow the white river and the Blackwater meet
No cattle in the bare fields they are in farmyard sheds eating silage or hay
On the dying days of Autumn on this November day

Brown storm water flowing fast in every field drain
And old Clara half cloaked in the grey fogs of rain
Strong gales from the Boggeraghs howling in the bare trees
And the weather temperature just above zero degrees

With Summer just a memory and Winter quite near
November in Duhallow is a cold and wet time of year
A  lot of overcast sky and little sunshine
And a weather temperature average of just above zero to nine

Near the calendar Winter and far from the Spring
In November in Millstreet the birds never sing
The chill winds of late Autumn from the Boggeraghs blow
And the  migratory redwings chirp on the bare hedgerow

And business even quiet in old Millstreet Town
Few shoppers on the streets walking up and down
And the steel cross on Clara Hill by fog hidden from view
In November in Duhallow sunny minutes are few.

When With This Living Of Life

When with this living of life i will have had my lot
I know that i will be one of the forgot
But my physical remains in Mother Earth's bosom will lay
The one that we all will return to one day

And it will not matter one bit to me then
If in life i was not seen as one of the important men
That was deemed to be newsworthy or worth talking about
Just another migrant who journeyed from far north to far south

Of the places i lived in when i was a young man
Of living time i was one who has had a long enough span
From life's cares and worries i will have had my release
Where dead people lay there is stillness and peace

Like most others every day the challenges of living life i have to meet
Though with wealth and fame with most others i fail to compete
I have had a good life though time has left me bald and grey
And i have been quite lucky in many a way.

At Tony Abbott's Farewell To Parliament Party

At former Australian P M  Tony Abbott's farewell to Parliament party not a poor person in sight
For the conservatives who were invited it was a great night
Though one consevative former Prime Minister not invited Malcolm Turnbull by name
This surely will not put a damper on his fame
Not that Malcolm himself is a poor person's friend
He too ruled for the wealthy why otherwise pretend
His disaagreements with Abbott was about power nothing more
The ill feeling between them has been written of many times before
Those invited to Tony Abbott's lavish Parliamentary farewell party one thing in common does share
That with the poor of Australia they have no empathy to spare
That most of Australia's political conservatives are anti poor only true for to say
One reason the poor of Australia are getting poorer by the day
At Tony Abbott's Parliamentary farewell party him and his friends did celebrate
And they wined and they dined and they partied on until late.

To The Creatures Of Nature

To the creatures of Nature us humans are similar in many a way
They have challenges to face in their lives every day
Like us humans not all of their own kind they see as a friend
And many of them like us have their borders to defend
And though this sort of thinking many  would see as wrong
Like them to Nature we too do belong
And like us the most of them for their dead do grieve
Those who believe that in feelings to us they are inferior themselves only deceive
Like us humans they create life in their sexual drive
And like us the strongest and fittest are known to survive
For to die of old age many of them do not even live to their lives prime
And like them we eventually become victims of time
And like them we do have a similar fate
In many of our ways us humans with them do interrelate.

From Life For Us All

From life for us all a final farewell
Though we will not hear the tolling of  the funeral bell
The life journey we are on will come to an end
As we are born as mortals why otherwise pretend
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
For the wealthy and poor there is a last night and day
And there is no inequality where dead people lay
There is no guarantee that the parents will outlive their daughter and son
And tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone
In life treat other people as you would like them to treat you
For what we do unto others to our own selves we do
There is a last night and last day for us all
To the scythe of Life's Reaper we will eventually fall.

The Allow In Flood

Old Allow overflowing it's banks in Duhallow today
As on towards the Blackwater it roars on it's way
The fields by the river submerged in flood waters of brown
In the flat countryside surrounding Kanturk Town
River Allow a waterway so old in time
It has been the inspiration of the writers of song, story and rhyme
It was old when the first humans to Duhallow came
And flowing as a waterway without a name
On it's way to the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore
It has journeyed through time and will flow forever more
Our wonderment of Nature's waterways only seem to grow
And on how long they have existed none of does seem to know
The fields under water around Kanturk Town
Where the Allow is roaring in flood waters of brown.

What Others Say Of Me

What others say of me with me is quite fine
For this is their business and their business not mine
As long as untruths of me they do not say
What they say of me with me is quite okay
Though bad things to others i never have done
I am far from perfect just like most everyone
The perfect human being is the living saint
And like many i am one who is not free of taint
That we cannot like everybody this i do believe
And if we are prepared to criticize others criticism we ought to receive
As well as accept in a gracious way
As long as untruthful things of you your critic does not say
Liking cannot be one way this much i realize
And not to accept the criticism of others of me would not be wise.

Jenny White's Ducks

This is indeed a true story as it was told to me by Ross
About Jenny White a kind and caring person one who lives at Southern Cross
Near the Town of Koroit by the Warrnambool - Penshurst roadway
Always with a lot of traffic on it morning, evening, night and day

Jenny ducks from their yard had ventured one might say that bit too far
Out on to the busy roadway and were hit by a motor car
Some of them with fractured legs could barely waddle around the yard
Just to see poor creatures suffer on those of compassion rather hard

Jenny who loves animals and birds at the sight of her injured ducks distressed
For to help them in their suffering she did vow to do her best
But Jenny quite a clever person a great plan she did invent
Decided she could get them walking if on their fractured legs she used a splint

This indeed is a true story though a non believer well may smile
Jenny had her ducks back walking though with a wobble for awhile
With every day they keep improving though not the ducks they used to be
They are quite lucky to be living with this would you not agree?

Hope the ducks have learned their lesson and in future off of the road will stay
They can thank their owner Jenny that they are alive today
Once again in this true story it has been proven where there is a will there is a way
And miracles are known to happen despite what the cynical may say.

In November By The Boggeraghs

Behind the grey clouds the sun hidden away
It is cold , wet and windy by the Boggeraghs today
The low clouds of rain down the mountains crawl
In changeable November in the dying days of the Fall
The cattle in the farmyard sheds the empty fields though green bare
In November by the Boggeraghs pleasant weather is rare
The migratory redwing thrushes from colder northern lands far away
Have arrived in the fields for their Winter stay
From the overcast sky the windblown rain slanting down
And the rivers bank high in flood waters of brown
From the waters of bank high rills and streams into bigger waterways grow
And flood the surrounding fields where they overflow
And high on the bare deciduous trees the hungry rooks call
In November by the Boggeraghs in the dying days of the Fall.

We All Cannot Be Winners

The heroines and heroes the masses create
And it is not any poor person they celebrate
The wealthy and elite sportspeople are the talk of every town
Few do wish to know of the financially down

The wealthy entertainers and those good at sports among the most admired of all
The good living and honest ordinary citizen few wish to recall
If she or he have little in the way of money and work  hard for every pay
They will never become the person of the day

Most people have their heroines and heroes for to admire
And of singing their praises never seem to tire
One of the things that have not changed in the annals of human history
This is how it was and it is and how it always will be

We all cannot be winners one has to suppose
But the one with  few friends also do have few foes
And the ordinary citizen will never become the woman or man of the day
Since humanity is not designed for to work in this way.

Money Speaks Every Language

That money speaks every language as a truism remain
The reason for this it's  own self does explain
As those with lots of money great power does command
This is something that is easy for to understand
Few do wish to know of the poor of the town
The people in life who are financially down
The people with little money will never know of fame
For themselves in life they may never make a name
The majority of the wealth of the World is owned by the few
This is something that is not in any way that is new
In a Human World where many grow poorer for every new millionaire
Money is most important as all would be aware
Money speaks every language happens to be so
Wise words of a wise one from decades ago.

The Sort Of Politician You Vote For

It says more of the sort of person that you are that any thing of you can say
The sort of politician you vote for when you vote on Election day
It tells of the of the society you wish to live in a society that is compassionate and kind
Or a society for the self centered who to the suffering of others are blind
In truth you are one of the political party you vote for and this seems a fair thing for to say
As it shows if you are compassionate and caring or self centered in your thinking and way
In a World where the wealthy are growing wealthier and the poor are growing poorer by the day
On your choice of the party you choose to vote for the person you are you put on public display
The sort of government we elect says more about us as anything else can hope to do
If you vote for an anti poor political party then you must be anti poor too
And if you vote for a racist politician then you must be racist as well
The type of person that you vote for of the type of person that you are does tell
You are the person that you voted for which obviously happens to be true
And the sort of government voted into office becomes everyone's due.

Old Multi Millionaire Ted

Ted a multi millionaire in his early eighties has just divorced his fifth wife
In a beautiful brunette in her late twenties he believes he has found the great love of his life
They walk hand in hand in the parkland in what for her of love is a false display
That some men do not grow wise as they grow old only a true thing to say

He is fifteen times a great grand dad and he physically has known of a far better day
On his head he wears a brown toupee to cover his baldness and grey
In divorce settlements he has spent millions in money though he still has millions to spare
Young women who would not marry old men for their money nowadays are becoming more rare

He is not a muscular or handsome fellow there are far more handsome old men than Ted
It is said that he is on the viagra to pep up his sex drive in bed
Old Ted has a very big ego and he is one who fails to realize
That he is no longer a young man but then not all old men are wise

On saying yes to his marriage proposal she knows she is on to a good thing
At the thought of being a wealthy young woman the joy bells in her mind do ring
In the not too distant future a huge divorce settlement from him she will receive
That money does speak every language should not be very hard to believe.

What We Do To Our Earth Mother

The Earth that does feed us and supplies us with our every need
Is suffering due to Humanity's greed
For these things known as power and success and material gain
That too few are friends of Mother Earth as a fact does remain
For humanity's greed there is some price to pay
More of Nature's species of animals and birds and other life forms are facing extinction every day
Humans for their material gain Mother Earth are exploiting and this is a sad thing to say
For future generations of humans we are sowing the seeds of bad Karma since Karma does work in this way
In science, technology and chemistry humans have made huge advancements but due to our material greed
We are abusing the planet that feeds us and in so doing may be planting our extinction seed
The Earth is for us to live on it and with other creatures to share
And sadly for all of humanity our Earth Mother's human friends do seem rare
What we do to our Earth Mother to our own selves we happen to do
And this applies to everybody as well as to me and to you..

On Boobook Owls

In wooded places under the cloak of night
They search for small sleeping birds in the dim light
Medium sized brown grey striped birds known for their familiar call
By roosting small birds one of the most feared nocturnal predators of all
In hollow of tree two to three white eggs the female lay
Birds who roost in leafy tree in light of day
Sometimes other birds discover them on their roosting tree
And mob and drive them from their territory
At night their familiar calls re-echo in the sky
These nocturnal birds in their ways secretive and shy
In daylight birds that one does seldom see
Except when they are being mobbed by birds on their roosting tree
Nocturnal avian predators that hide from the daylight
Mopoke book book they call out in the night.

The Long Suffering Wife

Do not ask me where my man is she always does say
He is not often at home anyway
I am not the only long suffering wife
Who has to tell of sad stories of her life

On his way home from work to the pub he does call
To drink beer with his mates and discuss football
When home he sits and drinks beer and watches t v
All of the home work he does leave to me

I clean the home and cook for him and the children and dress them for school
To marry for love i must have been a fool
To think i could change him proves how naive i must be
With the saying love is blind one does have to agree

Some of my female friends in life doing well
They have better stories than me for to tell
Of their devoted husbands at home of work they does their share
Though one must say men like them are becoming more rare

I realize to marry for love is not a good idea
At the weekend i weed and mow the garden and prepare dinner and tea
Whilst my husband is with his mates at the pub
All of them fans of the local football club

She married for love but she now realize
That she was young and naive and far from being wise
For our mistakes in life always some price to pay
We learn as we live as the wise one does say.

From The Local Newspaper

In the local newspaper of the country town
A big tree in the park by the recent storm blown down
And in the football final the local team
Were beaten in a tight game for them and their fans an end to their dream
Of bringing the cup back home with them to town
One must suppose in life there is many an up and a down
But on much better news for the town anyway
The local actors club won the finals of the regional play
For the National title they are qualified
And their feat to the town is a sense of pride
Mrs B and her husband Ed our well known local identities are holidaying in Rome
On a few weeks from now we will welcome them home
Just a few stories from the local newspaper that are being talked about
And the word is that this weeks's edition is already sold out.

I Hope To Be Rhyming

It has been many years since i wrote my first rhyme
This is going back the Seasons and the decades of time
Back in the days when i was in my physical prime
It is something i love doing and this is not a crime

It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me
I wrote my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three
I used to love reading rhymes as a young boy
And writing them nowadays is a thing i enjoy

The rhymes come to me in notebook i pen them down
But never for money or hope of literary renown
With  rhyme words i am one who just loves to play
And i add to my numbers of rhymes every day

As a younger man i used to daydream of becoming a poet
A fellow well worthy of literary note
But daydreams for so few ever do come true
And i receive from life what is only my due

I am one who has little cash to my name
And i no longer yearn for literary fame
But i hope to be rhyming on the day i do die
If i did tell you differently this would be a lie.

Of Nature

A beauty to view for we do not have to pay
The beauty in Nature we see every day
And Nature always does things in her own way
Of her we never stop learning only true to say
A sibling of Mother Earth the one who supports and feeds all
Life forms including humans from thee great to the small
All of those who do not love Nature are surely missing out
A huge part on what living life is about
The more we learn of Nature the more we come to realize
That of her we know so little this not a surprise
Huge advancements in science, chemistry and technology us humans have to  show
Yet of Nature we have much to learn of and to know
And her beauty we do not have to pay for to see
It is all around you and it is all around me.

For To Make A Better World

For to make a better World to live in
With your own self you have to begin
Live and let live never in your words put those doing it tough down
And treat with respect the poor souls of the town
Help if you can anyone of helping in need
Good Karma awaits those who sow Karma's good seed
There is more to living life than living for the you
You will best be remembered for the good for others you do
To make a better World to live in your part you can play
By performing a good deed or two if you can every day
Worshiping the wealthy and famous will not make you a better woman or man
Since they are not short of an admirer or fan
On being kind to others to your self you are true
To every honorable person good Karma is due.

Respect Is A Thing

Respect is a thing that must go more than one way
The one you do not show respect to in return to you respect will not pay
This is how it always was and how it is today
And for as long as humanity exists how it will stay
Do  unto others as you would like them to you do
The one you disrespect will not respect you
The meaning in this it's own self does explain
As respect goes this is how it is and how it will always remain
Disrespect is the opposite to fair and just
And is something that always gives rise to mistrust
It remains as a negative among humanity
And between people is one of the causes of disharmony
The one you disrespect will not become your friend
As it does not bring people together why otherwise pretend.

Pure Love

You cannot be compassionate and caring and kind
If you do not have room for pure love in your mind
For pure love is a thing you do have for to share
It is something quite beautiful as well as quite rare

Love reserved for yourself and your spouse and family and very close friends to pure love not anywhere near
It is far closer to narcissism it would appear
Though with this sort of thinking many would disagree
This is how it does seem to old cynical me

Those with pure love in them go out of their way
For to help those in need of helping every day
Pure love in their minds has found it's own space
Their sort does transcend nationality and race

Since they do belong to a very rare breed
Those with pure love in them are blessed indeed
Since of a better Human World for all to live in they help plant the seed
And of more of their sort humanity is in need.

Quite An Honorable Fellow

He does not have children to carry on his genes in life
But he is a fellow who loves and honors his wife
One in his late fifties his balding head grey
He is one who has known of a better physical day
He is not well known not even on his side of the town
Though in words or deed he never puts anyone down
In his thinking there is not anything small
As he truly believes on a fair go for all
His own praises one never does hear him sing
A down to earth person he does his own thing
with others for attention he never compete
The most humble person today on his street
He would help anyone of his helping in need
He is quite an honorable fellow indeed.

Every Time I think About You

Every time i think about you i do feel a little sad
Love it sometimes can be hurtful life has it's good times and bad
I loved you as i always will but you never did love me
I can only reflect in sadness of what was not meant to be
You are a happy mother to a good man a good wife
I am childless without a partner you have the love of your life
With me you could not be happy nothing about this i could do
Though by love quite disappointed i can only wish the best for you
I am not the only person who has known of love's painful side
You the one that i loved truly never wished to be my bride
Often see you with your husband and your young daughter walking hand in hand in town
Can only imagine myself in his place in love many an up and down
Like life love too has it's good and bad times in love there is many a cross
Every time i think about you i do feel a sense of loss.

On A Grey Fantail

In the shed where Jenny and Ross create their sculpting a grey fantail collecting material for her nest
At the workings of nature one can only feel impressed
Grey fantails slightly smaller than willy wagtails of feathers dark grey
Birds one does see often though not every day

Captured on video camera by Jenny quite a beautiful sight
Of the workings of Nature to fill the senses with delight
Of her collecting dried grass and spider webs for her cup shaped nest on low branch of tree
Where she will lay her two to four pale spotted buff eggs and most likely three

Grey fantails are birds that are not people shy
On pursuit of flying insects close to the ground they do fly
They do not seem to worry if there are humans nearby
And one never does see them flying high in the sky

Of Nature we learn something new every day
She is quite amazing of her one can say
Though her wonders are many her secrets are not few
And we learn as we live every day something new

Those who do not love Nature do not realize their loss
Every day new wonders to witness for Jenny and Ross
What Jenny captured with her camera is such a beautiful thing
The great joy to the senses such scenes from Nature does bring.

The Salmon Upriver

In the subsiding flood in the grey of  the dawn
The salmon are swimming upriver to spawn
With the cold breath of November on a sunless day
Against the strong current they battle their way
For many of them their life's end is near
Destined to die in a poacher's gaff or spear
But always a few to lay their eggs and make it back to the ocean alive
In Nature the smartest and strongest and fittest are destined to survive
To survive their spawning season of luck they are in need
The Atlantic salmon of fish are a hardy breed
Of them much has been written and stories of them we often hear
Late October to early December is their breeding time of year
In the subsiding flood of a November day
The salmon upriver to spawn are swimming their way.

Most Of Us Have Our Dreams

Though for many their dreams will not come true
Most of us have our dreams in life for to pursue
For to live in hope some dream we do need
And the one without a dream is a sad one indeed
Even most of the homeless on the poor side of the town
The people financially and mentally down
Dream of far better times of them ahead
Not much to live for if dreams in you are dead
The one with a dream though financially struggling to cope
Of far better times is one who lives in hope
Of a far better future the hope in her or him does remain
The value of having your dream it's own self does explain
Of those without a dream all hope does seem gone
And success may come to those who dream on.

The Beautiful Person

Today with her family and friends her grave gathered around
The coffin that enclosed her remains was lowered to the ground
Her journey in life for her had come to an end
A journey that will end for us all why otherwise pretend
Buried in the same grave as her husband was ten years ago
Eventually time becomes everyone's foe
Her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren there to bid her farewell
In her eighty ninth year of time she had lived quite a spell
To her children a good mother and to her husband a good wife
She was an honorable person who led by good example in life
Her family and friends did farewell her in tears
In all who knew her good memories of her will be living on for many years
Where the local deceased are at peace she now lay
The beautiful person who was buried today.

When The Redwings Are Back

You know that the Winter will soon be around
When the redwings are back on their wintering ground
They leave their home fields that are covered in snow
To winter further south where it is cooler though the winds with a chill blow
In November they arrive on their wintering woods and fields for their three to four months stay
Where they can find more food on the slightly longer day
When their home fields are snow covered and frost-bound from the seasonal freeze
In Winter to where the weather is milder by at least ten degrees
They do migrate to where most of them the Winter will survive
In Spring many of them will return home to breed though weakened alive
In November the redwings arrive on their wintering fields for their Winter stay
And will return to sub arctic woods to breed in mid April to early May
With their journey south each year they have a date
Their need for survival force them to migrate.

Soon You May Feel Happier

The morning was wet and windy but now the sun is out
And what have you to seem so gloomy about
You do look so sad life does have you down
Of late you have joined the sad souls of the town

With little in your life for to celebrate
You are one who has not been smiling of late
And you have not been heard laughing for many a day
It does seem that joy from you is far away

In life there are good days as well as the bad
Memories of our happier moments for us can be sad
You used to be one with a smile on your face
But of happiness nowadays in you not a trace

It is said of late you are not feeling mentally well
But of time this may only be with you for a short spell
This sad feeling with you will not remain
And soon you may feel happier and be smiling again.

This Is The Land

This is the Land of wallaby and kangaroo
And wombat, koala and many species of cockatoo
And many other species of parrots far too many to name
To be different from most Lands one of it's claims to fame

This is the Land of an old human race
Their links to this Country thousands of centuries does trace
Though they have some very sad stories to tell
To exist as a race they have done rather well

This is the Land of possums and gliders marsupials of the night
By day in tree cavities hidden from sight
And grey headed fruit bats who by day roost on trees in the town park
And raid the local orchards for fruit under night's cloak of dark

This is the Land of cassowary, kookaburra and pee wee
As well as homeland of the wattles, pittosporums and many species of eucalypt tree
And birds such as kookaburra and currawong
To this southern Country their sort belong

This is the Land where every day of the year
The warbling of the Australian magpie you hear
A Land different from other Lands in every way
Known to all as Australia in the World of today.

The President Of Ireland

He is the President of Ireland and for this draws a good pay
An honorable fellow and honored in every way
He has to be non political and of him one can say
That he will not be homeless and hungry on his last night and day

Fair dues to Michael D Higgins he has done well for himself in life
And he is one who does have quite an attractive wife
In Aras an Uachtarain a beautiful hostess
That every visiting dignitary would most surely impress

A former member of the Irish Labour Party and a government minister for a spell
In life one can say of him for himself he has done well
You will never see in Aras an Uachtarain one of poverty street
Only the wealthy and the famous he is privileged to meet

He has been the President of Ireland of time for quite a span
The honorable Michael  D Higgins in Ireland a well loved man
In his promotion of Ireland a good role he does play
And one can say of Michael D a good man in every way.

Big Brother's Judges

If you are on low wages or one on the dole
For you Big Brother's judges have a pigeon hole
And the homeless and hungry and the refugee
Are down at the bottom of the social tree
Big Brother's judges are harsh in their judgments of those in poverty
One can say they are lacking in empathy
The wealthy and famous they can only admire
And of singing their praises never seem to tire
The wealthy of the town in their words they like to celebrate
To those doing it tough they could never relate
There are Big Brother's judges in every town
And in their words they enjoy belittling the financially down
Every Big Brother's judge who passes from life deserves to be forgot
Since she or he is one of a horrible lot.

Perhaps As A Rhymer

Perhaps as a rhymer i am not good enough
My rhymes at the best of times seem a bit rough
In the World of rhymers not one to the fore
I just write for enjoyment and little else more
Since of such a title i am not worthy of note
I never refer to myself as a poet
I used to love reading rhymes as a young boy
And writing them nowadays is a thing i enjoy
It is not saying anything that is in any way that is new
That poetasters are many and poets are few
If i did not enjoy rhyming i would give it away
So i add to my numbers of rhymes every day
When i say as a rhymer praise is not my due
To my higher self i am only being true.

They Think They Know It All

Since of any more knowledge they are not in need
Those who think they know it all are quite lucky indeed
With those in life who claim we never stop learning they would never agree
With them ignorance can be bliss is how it seems to be
Since they know everything they do firmly believe
Any new knowledge their minds are not open to receive
They have convinced themselves that they are knowledgeable, clever and wise
But we are what we think we are one does come to realize
And sadly their sort nowadays are not rare
Of how little they do know they are not aware
They have nothing to learn which in some way goes to explain
That as they are now they will remain
As the people who believe they know everything
And of their own praises they feel quite happy to sing.

Good People

Goodness is something that lives in the mind
And  good people are always compassionate and kind
Good people on empathy never does lack
And on those in need of helping never turn their back
Of a few good people i feel privileged of for to know
They are blessed in that they possess the bright inner glow
To help other people they often go out of their way
And are known to perform good deeds every day
To make the Human World better to live in
With self improvement one does have to begin
And any form of self improvement is never too small
This is only something that applies to us all
Good people never ignore the financially down
Though they are not among the wealthy of the town.

In November In Duhallow

The sun is not shining the sky looking grey
It is cold, wet and windy in Duhallow today
The Boggeraghs half cloaked in the grey fogs of rain
And brown storm water flowing fast in every field drain
Cattle in the farmyard sheds for their Winter stay
For five months at least to live on silage and hay
No leaves left to fall from bare deciduous trees
And the weather temperature just above zero degrees
In November in Duhallow a windy, wet and cold time of year
The songs of the birds one never does hear
In the subsiding flood of the rivers in the grey of the dawn
The salmon are swimming up current  to spawn
And the hungry rooks in the bare fields to each other call
In November in Duhallow in the dying days of the Fall.

Nice To Be Nice

The one who smiles and says hello to you in no small way
Helps for to bring a flutter of joy to your day
For some of the happiness in them with you they does share
Such beautiful people in the World nowadays rare
Wherever they are happiness is to be found
They carry it with them and share it around
In the park or shopping center or walking the street
Happy people are always a pleasure to meet
Cordiality on it does not have a price
As is often said it is nice to be nice
A smile and a warm greeting does not cost one a thing
And some joy to the mind of another does bring
It does seem their friends in numbers do grow
The people who have in them the bright inner glow.

The Professor's Wife

She is quite a proud one the professor's wife
Proud of her husband and her family and her wonderful life
Her daughter a doctor and her son an engineer
And she a bone specialist in a wonderful professional career

For promotion of self and family one who carries the flag
But then suppose she has something of which of to brag
Of her own and her family's public achievements she makes publicly known
And with the town's top social climbers she does hold her own

Of marriage for her children she has only one plan
It has to be with a professional woman or man
No new member by her welcomed to the family
Without a professional career and at least one uni degree

An attractive woman in her early fifties her short hair dyed brown
Among the leading social climbers of the town
She is always where the social climbers meet
As with the like minded for attention she does compete

With her it is all about success and the successes of her family
Not one for those doing it tough not blessed with compassion and empathy
At bragging her peers in the town she tries to outdo
If you are doing it tough she will not be the one to help you.

Karkalla Pigface In bloom

Masses of pink flowers in the afternoon sunlight
Karkalla pigface in bloom by the ocean a beautiful sight
In early November in the prime of the southern Spring
Such joy to the senses Nature's beauty does bring
It is all around you and it is all around me
The beauty in Nature we do not have to pay to see
With Nature's finest beauty the green karkalla covered in pink flowers does surely compare
And natural beauty in Nature it never is rare
By saltwater the karkalla as a ground cover abound
It does seem to thrive well on the salty ground
In Spring carpeted in masses of pink flowers it's beauty on display
In Nature great beauty to see every day
Of the masses of pink flowers on the karkalla the mental images will remain
In moments of reflection for to visit again.

It Is True About Most Politicians

It is true about most politicians the truth they disguise
Yes the most of them are experts at telling lies
The gullible voters they are known to deceive
And some of their own lies themselves they believe
Most politicians are people that are not honorable and just
One can say of them that they are quite hard to trust
To be truthful and upright is just not their thing
By means of deception to power they do cling
There are honest politicians as most would be aware
But to say the least their sort today does seem rare
Few politicians as honest and honorable people does die
To most of them it is not hard for to lie
In parliament they tell lies every sitting day
And one lie leads to another as the wise one does say.

Life's Destiny Had Me

Life's destiny had me born and raised in Claraghatlea near the Town of Millstreet
In the green countryside where the waterways meet
It was my first home-place but there i did not choose to stay
And in this place far south of there i may spend my last night and day

In the countryside in view of Clara where my journey in life began
I grew to love Nature as i grew into a man
And i grew to know birds by their appearance and song
Most birds when familiarized with one never again does get wrong

In the grove by my home in the prime of the Spring
The wild-born nesting birds did chirp, whistle and sing
Until the Cork County Council workers for road widening cut down every tree
And in Spring no more birdsong where a grove used to be

The years do go by and time does not stand still
But in fancy i can hear the Claramore Rill
In Claraghatlea babbling to the rivers to the Atlantic shore
The voice of the waterways are forever more

Where i used to live when my hair was dark brown
Today i would be a stranger to many in and near Millstreet Town
And only the memories with me now remain
Of what used to be and will not be again.

Don't Wish To Know

Don't wish to know about your big home or the value of your new car
Or of how wonderful a person you think that you are
Since you never do help the financially down
The homeless and hungry of the poor side of the town
You are into promotion of self in such a big way
But there are so many like you in the Human World of today
You are a known member of the town's self admirers club
There are so many like you in the local pub
But the good things you do for others says more about you
Than the good things that for yourself you do
Of singing your own praises you never seem to tire
You are not the type of person that i could admire
But sad to say people like you are not rare
Who of their own needs only seem aware.

Not Every Male

Behind every good man there is a good woman as some like to say
But with Timid Jimmy it is not this way
He plays second fiddle to Cassie his wife
Though he will tell you she is the love of his life
They have a teenage son and daughter Kathy and Stan
Cassie is thirty five two years younger than Jimmy her man
But in their home she is the one with the say
That she is his boss it does seem this way
He must have her permission to go to the pub
Or socialize with his mates at the cricket club
They have been man and wife for a fifteen years time span
But in their marriage it is behind the good woman there is a good man
Not every male rules the roost in his house
Timid Jimmy he is ruled by Kathy his spouse.

My Higher Self Keeps Telling Me

I never seek the praises of others since i feel this is not my due
In this respect to my higher self i am only being true
My higher self tells me if i am good enough i will be recognized
There is some truth in this of  late i have realized
Though many into self promotion through the medium of the Worldwide Web of today
And for many self promotion a monetary dividend pay
Suppose it is each to their own one only can say
Though some into self promotion in quite a big way
Self promotion it never has appealed to me
Though i am one who is not blessed with humility
I just happen to believe that self promotion is out of control
And is not very good for the health of the soul
At least this is what my higher self keeps telling me
And with it i must say i have to agree.

Their Women For Them Alone

They like to be praised and admired for their successful lives
But they do not wish for admirers for their partners or wives
Since they can be possessive in their narrow way
And on what is to be admired about them like to have the say
The wealthy man guards his possessions in life
He does not welcome admirers of his partner or wife
They are his prize trophies for him to display
And admiring glances from others for them with him never okay
The wealthy their admirers like to impress
And they like to be praised for their every success
But for their women they do not welcome any admiring eyes
To jealousy in them this only gives rise
For their many successes praise they do desire
But their women for them alone for to admire.

When They Were Living

When they were living for their wealth they were admired
And just to be like them many they inspired
But nobody wants to be like them today
There is no social status where dead people lay
We are born to die like the sheep or the cow
The town's poorest living person is superior to them now
Everyone is equal where dead people lay
Money is of no value to them today
In life they had friends and were not without foes
This is how it is with most wealthy people one has to suppose
Their journeys in life for them has come to an end
Where they are today they do not need a friend
The Reaper of lives did come reaping their way
On how long they lived they did not have a say.

Self Doubt

Self confidence deflating this thing known as self doubt
Of any sort of success it seems to count you out
It tells you that you cannot win though your best you may do
And makes you believe that all others are superior to you
This thing that is known as self doubt will never be your friend
Though you may argue with it your argument you will lose in the end
Against it's sheer persuasiveness you do not have a defense
For to think you can defeat it you should have better sense
This thing that is know as self doubt to your feelings is a thief
It never fails to steal from you your self confidence and self belief
It makes you believe you are inferior to everyone in the town
And it never comes to your aid when you are feeling down
Of the feeling you are not good enough in your mind it plants the seed
And it never comes to your assistance in your moments of need.

Bumsy The Cat

Do not know if she ever killed a bird or a mouse or a rat
But she lived to a great age old Bumsy the cat
Eventually her owner Jenny White had to have her put down
To be Australia's oldest feline her claim to renown

There will never again be a cat like Bumsy in the countryside near Koroit Town
Eventually Jenny had to have her put down
As she had grown very feeble though to life she did cling
On Jenny for to have her put to sleep must be such a hard thing

The passing of Bumsy must have left Jenny in tears
As they had been together for close to thirty years
As cats go she lived for to be very old
And surely her story deserves to be told

Bumsy had lived in Southern Cross for quite a long time
For more than twenty years she outlived her physical prime
For this alone her praises deserves to be sung
Some cats like some humans are born not to die young

But the fact of the matter and fact never lie
Is that cats like people are born to eventually die
And the story of Bumsy has traveled far and wide
Beyond the borders of the Moyne Shire countryside.

The Members Of The Admirers Club

If you wish to meet members of the admirers club
You do not need to go further than your local pub
Where of those they admire they leave none in doubt
They have their heroines and heroes for to talk about

But none they admire do know of poverty
Those they look up to of  any monetary worries are free
The members of the admirers club big egos help to create
But it is only the wealthy and famous to they can relate

The members of the admirers club need their few to admire
And of singing the praises of their favorite people they never seem to tire
Yet those they admire live far from their street
They are people they have never spoken to or never may meet

For the egotistical and wealthy minority who wallow in their fame
The members of the admirers club are partly to blame
Since it is only the praises of the wealthy and famous of they wish to sing
And too much praise for the ego is not a good thing

For to meet meet members of the admirers club you need not travel far
There are plenty of them in your local public bar
But their heroines and heroes are not the poor of the town
The people who are strangers to wealth and renown.

Of The Book Of Life

It can be said of life's lessons they are not of the few
And as we live every day we do learn something new
And the more we do learn more we realize
That we do know so little this not a surprise
The words of a wise woman well worthy of recall
That the unpublished book of life is the greatest book of all
Far greater than any literary work any human create
Than the book of life no published book is near as great
From the book of life we learn new things every day
We never stop learning life works in this way
Yes we never stop learning until the day we do die
A fact of our existence and fact never lie
Those who think they know it all  must  feel quite lucky indeed
Since of any more knowledge they are not of in need.

On An October Night

As the moon is rising in the darkening sky
A boobook owl calls in the woodland nearby
A predator of the night of human kind shy
To small birds and small creatures it has death in it's cry
With cubs to feed in her den not far away
The vixen is barking out hunting for prey
One seldom seen out in the light of day
Where in the safety of her den she is happy to stay
On silent wings in the dim moonlight
The pale looking barn owl the rodent hunter of the night
Blessed of good hunting skills her and her breed
In hollow log  nearby she has young to feed
The nocturnal creatures hunt in the moonlight
In the southern Spring on an October night.