The Person You Admire

 Since just to be like her or him you do so desire

It is true that you are the person you admire

By their achievements you they do impress

As you do relate to their form of success

The person you admire thinks in ways like you

And this is only saying what happens to be true

In those you admire yourself you does find

You are who they are in your own mind

We may be all individuals but in truth one can say

That we are also quite tribal in our own way

But the person you admire most you too happen to be

Though many with this would choose to disagree

And since just to be like her or him you do so desire

It is true that you are the person you admire.

That Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

 That beauty is only skin deep as a truism remain

The meaning that is in this it's own self does explain

You may not be attractive to look at and years past your physical prime

But it is true of inner beauty that it does not fade in time

Is it telling you something you do not already know

That you cannot be a beautiful person if you do not have the inner glow

Beauty is a thing that lives in the beautiful mind

And it does never find a home in the narcissistic kind

The most beautiful person in our neighbourhood she is eighty three

A compassionate and caring person imbued with empathy

Those of inner beauty to their higher selves are true

And they are marvellous people for to give them their due

Beauty is only skin deep as it does come from within

And those with inner beauty makes a better World to live in.

This Liking And DislikingThis

 This liking and disliking is a human mind game

And the people who don't like me of them i feel the same

And the people who do like me in  return i like indeed

For to be liked by others in all of us this need

It does happen in politics and life in general every day

This liking and disliking is a mind game people with each other play

Of the praises of those who like us we feel happy to sing

This liking and disliking does seem a tribal thing

The people who do not like me i do not like to meet

We pass each other in silence when we meet on the street

Without even a smile between us we pass each other by

And without reason we do not like each other which makes me wonder why

Everyone cannot like each other but in truth this cannot be

For how can i really like you when you do not like me?

A Scottish Migrant

 Far from where he first looked on the bright lamp of day

In this far southern Land he may well stay

Until the reaper of lives from him claims the living breath

Each day we live brings us nearer to the day of our death

His strong Scottish accent with him does remain

A thing of the past that he does retain

As well as the memories that are fading fast

But then few things in life ever does seem to last

He often visits the grave of his daughter and wife

The day they died in a motor car accident the worst day of his life

His daughter in her late teens then his wife forty five

Many months of grieving he had to survive

But all of this happened twenty years ago

And that time can be a healer happens to be so.

It Does Seem A Sad Thing

 It does seem a sad thing for to have to say

That the gap between the wealthy and the poor keeps widening by the day

A lot of poor people homeless aand hungry and sleeping rough at night

In the twenty first century this does not seem right

Even in so called wealthy Countries many in poverty

And what is today always used to be

So much poverty on the poor side of every big city and town

And many unemployed and financially down

Though their thinking on humanity to the higher self  does belong

Those who claim all people are equal have got it all wrong

Equal in a moral sense but this to little amount

In a World where money only seems to count

It is true about poverty it leads people to crime

And many poor people for robbery in jail serving time

And that money speaks every language as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain.

It Is Not Your Personal Achievements

 It is not your personal achievements or the prizes you win

That makes the Human World better to live in

Your praises the impressionable may happily sing

But your personal achievements are just that a personal thing

You may be a heroine or a hero to many in the town

And many all too willing to honour you in your renown

But it's your personal achievements you only celebrate

Since a better life for yourself you only help to create

There is more to living of life than for your own gain

This is an old saying that as a truism remain

So many people in the promotion of self are sowing the seed

Yet they do little for humanity those who only serve their own need

Those into promotion of self only in truth one can say

Spiritually from their higher selves are far away.

Old Toby

 When he thinks of the happy times that he has had

Old Toby the brown shetland pony he feels a bit sad

Kathy the girl who used to ride him her days of riding him has outgrown

She now has far bigger horses to ride of her own

Alone and feeling lonely in the paddock in self confidence he does lack

He felt so important with her on his back

It is nice to feel wanted as Toby is all too aware 

Happy moments in his life nowadays all too rare

Kathy now a young woman him no longer wishes to know

She has won many dressage events at many a horse show

And Toby now for her just a faded memory

Of when she was younger and the what used to be

When ever on her big horse his paddock she rides by

He neighs out hello to her but she does not reply

Which leaves poor Toby wondering to why him she does not seem to recognize

That she no longer needs him he does not realize

Alone in his fenced acre paddock with his memories

He rests out of the sun in the shade of the trees

Old Toby on his last birthday he turned fifteen

And his better days in life he surely has seen

Grey Shrike Thrushes

 The grey shrike thrushes have such a beautiful song

Once heard you will never again get it wrong

Their beautiful melodious whistling so flute like and clear

Among Australia's finest minstrels of the Spring of the year

Not the prettiest to look at birds of feathers mostly grey

And they are not plentiful one does not see or hear them every day

They are never to be seen in flocks and are often on their own

But they are not shy of people and to many are well known

In cup shaped nest of bark and grass in hollow of stump or fork of tree

The female lay white brown dotted eggs of four or two or three

In appearance and song unmistakeable from where trees are they are never far away

They eat worms and inscets and frogs on the ground and whistle to greet the day

From once you see and hear them you will know them again

Their beautiful flute like whistling in memory you retain

Unlike many species of birds of humans they are not that shy

They allow you get quite close to them before to the trees they fly.

Those Who Look For Beauty

 Those who look for beauty only beauty does see

It is in the eyes of the beholder would you not agree

Our different ways of thinking makes us more interesting is how it seems to be

And of our likes and our dislikes we will never be free

But how boring we would be for want to it of a better name

If in our thinking we all in ways thought the same

Nothing would change things as they were would stay

Those who instigate change create a better World to live in today

Those who see beauty in most everything

Change in their thinking for the better does bring

Those who cannot see the beauty around them every day

Mostly look at things in a negative way

Those who look for beauty are lucky indeed

And of more of their sort humanity is in need.

Political Change In Ireland

 That change can be a good thing only true to say

And the changes keep happening in the Ireland of today

Fianna Fail and Fine Gael civil war rivals in government together this seems a bit odd

And in political harmony like peas in a pod

Partnered in government by the Green Party strange times in Ireland indeed

Though parties with different ideas in government can sow the seed

Of better times for a Country's population in general and for the environment as well

For the term of their new Coalition Government one can only wish Ireland well

Coalition governments of parties of different ideologies change for the better can bring

To any nation and this is a good thing

Politics can make for strange bedfellows and an old foe can become a friend

And the new Government in Ireland is formed of an interesting blend

That political change is happening in Ireland is obviously clear

And that old political foes have become friends only good news to hear

And hopefully for the people of Ireland better times are ahead

That hope springs eternal truer words never said.

In A Fair Human World

 In C O V I D-19 it does  seem sad to say

The gap between those who have and those who have not

on the increase by the day

And the wealthy getting wealthier and more people in poverty

And a sharp increase Worldwide between people of inequality

In a World where so many people are doing it quite tough

And a minority of money have far more than enough

And millions are homeless and sleeping rough tonight

In this age of so called enlightenment this does not seem right

For some to grow wealthier others have to lose

And losing is something anyone does not choose

It is much the same in every village and city and town

For the few who are very wealthy many who are financially down

In a fair Human World this never would be

But nothing is fair would you not agree.

Those Who Can Laugh Easily

 Of doctor prescribed anti depressant drugs they are not in need

Those who can laugh easily they are lucky indeed

They seem free of worry that gives rise to stress

Those who enjoy laughter know of happiness

Some people do take themselves too seriously

So lucky are they who can laugh easily

Since they are the people who seem worry free

And always leave you of them with a good memory

Since they are the people of most people of wish to know

As they carry in them the bright inner glow

Those who laugh every day new friends do win

A World without laughter would be a sad World to live in

Laugh and the World laughs with you as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain.

Tim

 It can be said of Tim his wild oats he has sown

But all of the children he has helped to father to him remain as unknown

The seeds of his pleasure other men to adulthood helped to rear

That he has fathered children of he is aware

Tim in his late sixties the years on him show

A major heart attack has left him walking slow

For many years he has not had a woman and he has never had a wife

All he has are memories of his better days in life

An itinerant pipe layer when in his life's prime

Though this is going back many Seasons in time

Back in the days when his hair was light brown

When he did have a woman in every town

Though his health is not good he never looks sad

And just to be living he seems rather glad.

Sooty Oystercatchers

 With red feet, red eyes and long red bills medium sized waders of the ocean shore

In pairs or small family parties often three or four

As sooty oystercatchers they are known by name

To look different from other waders their one claim to fame

Their sooty name comes from their feathers shiny black

And in beauty they are birds who do not lack

Like all other oystercatchers with their long blade like bills they open shells and mollusca for their meat

That to their taste buds are a tasty treat

Not shore waders one does see every day

On scrape for nest on sand two or three yellowish dark spotted eggs the female lay

The rocky shores they do like to frequent

And in searching for food between the rocks most of their time by them is spent

They have a pleasant musical piping song

And to the oystercather family of shorebirds they do belong.

It Is True

 It is true what is said about uni degrees

That they do not grow on the bushes and trees

And though knowledge is never a weight on the mind

As a person it does not make you more compassionate and kind

A well educated career professional may draw a good pay

And be looked up to by many in the World of today

But education may not make a better person of you

And this only does happen for to be true

For generosity, kindness, empathy or compassion no degrees it does seem

And these do not bring you high public esteem

Perhaps this is something of you already know

It is a gift of the mind to have the inner glow

Education no weight on the mind as the wise one did say

And no shortage of well educated people in the World of today

And though the admiration of the masses they  well may win

Many of them not helping to make a better World to live in.

All He Has Now

 It is obvious that time it has become his foe

He is not the man he was Seasons ago

The hair on his balding head as white as snow

And the legs that did run fast are now walking slow

Back in the days when his hair was light brown

He was the most famous athlete in the town

Against the best runners in the Country with success he did compete

A three in a row National eight hundred metres champion athlete

An octogenarian great grandfather his wife in the cemetery lay

And he is one who has known of a far better day

On his last birthday in March he turned eighty three

He is just a shadow of the man that he used to be

Back in the days when his legs could run fast

All he has now are memories of the past.

The Mother She Stands By

 Though they are in prison for to serve their time

And they have a record against them for crime

And something unlawful by them has been done

The mother she stands by her daughter and son

Though the seeds of bad Karma in their crimes they have sown

The mother her children does never disown

And in their time of need remain as their truest friend

Her children the mother will always defend

Though her adult children to others have done wrong

In their mother the love of them does remain strong

Of them any bad thing she never does say

For as long as she will live loyal to them she will stay

Though the seeds of bad Karma by them has been sown

The mother her children will never disown.

It Is One Of Those Days

 It is one of those days that you feel you cannot win

But the voice of hope in you says do not give in

To negative feelings look at life in a positive way

Tomorrow for you may be a better day

You are not the only person in the town

Who is having a bad day and feeling mentally down

No point on for yourself feeling this sad

Tomorrow for you it may not be so bad

No money like Autumn leaves in the wind blowing down the street

Life's challenges most people often do meet

Sad people lacking in the inner glow

Are not the sort of people many of wish to know

The tiny voice of hope in you within

Whispers to you to negative feelings do not give in.

The Baked Potato Seller

 Many claim for the increase in obesity  among people in the town the baked potato seller is to blame

But he vigorously defends himself saying he is not one who should feel any shame

For selling to poor people food they can afford to buy

That in his character he mounts a good defense of himself none can deny

The people who buy his baked potatoes with calories added cannot afford healthy organic food

From eating well their poverty line financial; income them surely does exclude

And people for to live must eat as we know all too well

So why do many blame the baked potato seller for the cheap food he does sell?

But the baked potato seller has lots of money in the bank

And he is one who is climbing in the town's social rank

And when asked for the reason of his financial success he is rather frank

He says it is the poor people who buy my baked potatoes for this i must thank

The baked potato seller is a great success in his life

He has two healthy children a new home and a beautiful wife

Though many see fit to verbally put him down

As one of the reasons for the increase in numbers of obese people in the town.

Forget About Dying

 Forget about dying and your end of life plan

For the longest lived human life in time not a long span

Three score and ten years on average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man

So live for as long as you possibly can

Live for there may not be a life for the soul after bodily death

It may well die with your body on your life's final breath

Try to make the most of your every living day

For time on your life ever ticking away

Life the greatest gift that any human being does possess

Can be shortened in some by worry and stress

The surplus money you accumulate enjoy whilst you may

You cannot take it with you when you have lived your last day

Try to live as happy time does tick on fast

And each day you live one nearer to your last.

My Own Little Stories

 I do write a lot but i do not write well

But i have my own little stories to tell

Of people i know of and sometimes do meet

A rhymer like i am on every street

I used to daydream that i might become a poet

And be looked on by the literary critics as one worthy of note

But most amateur writers the critics ignore

For every well known writer a thousand unknown or more

I am just one of those who loves penning rhyme

It is something i have been doing since my physical prime

There are many people like me in every village and city and town

Who will die as they live as strangers to literary renown

And though my better years in the forever gone

For as long as i can do i will keep rhymimg on.

Since In her Younger Years

 Since in her younger years anyone not good enough to become her partner or wife

In her sixties on her own without a man or a woman in her life

She does not have children and some say she is gay

But this only gossip and gossip can be hearsay

In her mid sixties but she does not look that old

Her hair dyed light brown she is attractive to behold

She has her own small business and is financially doing well

And most see this as a story of success to tell

Her own big home to live in and an expensive new car

On the material ladder of success she is one who has climbed far

Honest with her feelings to be down to earth she does not pretend

And a poor person she would never befriend

Physically better days in life of she has known

In her big red brick house she lives on her own.

Be The Man

 Though on the ladder of material success you have climbed far

Be the man that your dog thinks that you are

You are a leader and knowledgeable and wise

And quite a hero in your dog's eyes

You are a great fellow in your dog's mind

Quite a marvellous man and selfless and kind

The greatest human being by nature designed

To your human flaws your dog is mentally blind

At least you can try your best for to be

Close to the person your dog in you see

Your dog looks up to you as a great

And welcomes you home every day at the gate

Though on the ladder of success you have climbed far

Be the man that your dog thinks that you are.

You Can Only Live To Be

 You can only live to be the best you can be

And though there is no known prize for honesty

Good people live in an honourable and honest way

And perform a good deed or two every day

It is not on how long but on how well you live

Most good people believe that to recieve one must give

Life is a gift we ought not to abuse

And for our own benefit only we ought not to use

If you sow the seeds of bad Karma bad Karma in return you will receive

On such a life philosophy one can only believe

Many people admire others for their material success

Money and the power that goes with it most peopl;e always impress

But those who live for self only from their higher selves further away

Than those who perform good deeds every day

Coronavirus Or C O V I D-19

 From it's origins in Wuhan in China it has spread Worldwide

And in it's human hosts it does silently hide

Not a Country in the World to where it has been 

This deadly pandemic known as Coronavirus or C O V I D- 19

Millions of people by it affected and over a million have died

That it has become the World's greatest killer of human beings cannot be denied

Yet it has travelled the World silently and unseen

This pandemic known as Coronavirus or C O V I  D-19

It has been said it has spread Worldwide from a market in Wuhan

From a horseshoe bat that infected a woman or a man

A pandemic that gives rise to death, grief and tears

And many survivors of it will have ill health for years

Due to it we live in a changed World today

And hopefully  a vaccine for it may not be far away.

The Migrant

 In his first hometown today his to many would be a stranger's face

The fellow who has lived in many a place

But after a few beers in at the pub he talks of the past

And of his first hometown the memories in him does last

The accent he was born into is with him today

And for as long as he does live in him it will stay

It was the wanderlust in him that brought him far south

Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout

But of the lust of the wander he will never be free

Far more of the World he is hoping to see

Though he is one from his first hometown who has travelled far and wide

The nostalgia in him it has not fully died

With a few beers in at the pub he talks of his first homeplace

Where to many today his would not be a known face.

Alexis

 Alexis for her love of Nature in her locality well known

And for caring for sick and injured wildlife Karma's good seed by her sown

To her children a good mother and to her husband a good wife

And any spare time she has she spends caring for sick and injured wildlife

An attractive looking woman Perhaps in her late forties free of guile and conceit

And one who is always a pleasure to meet

About her she has such an amiable way

Even strangers she meet she greets with a good day

People like she is so good of to know

As she is one who does have the bright inner glow

And she is a friend of wildlife and they need every friend

Since many species of Nature's creatures endangered and extinction for them is the end

Sadly a shortage of people like Alexis in the World of today

And Nature in need of more friends like her in truth one can say.

On Chuck Feeney

 Not all billionaires are self centered only true to say 

Mostly in donations to charities Chuck Feeney has given all of his billions in money away

Eight billion in U S dollars mostly anonymously he did donate

Now here is a man that we should celebrate

On his eighty ninth year in San Fransico in a simple apartment he lives with Helga his wife

Chuck Feeney is one who has led by good exaample in life

To so many worthy causes and people Worldwide he has been a good friend

All of his eight billion in money the man did spend

What a difference to humanity this man has made

Yet for him there will never be a parade

Those who does give without expecting in return to receive

Has reached their higher selves one has to believe

Chuck Feeney of the needs of others is aware

And people like he is in the World are so rare

All of his billions to worthy causes he did give

And in his old age a simple lifestyle he does live

He has made a huge difference to people Worldwide

True greatness of the man cannot be denied

Respect to him for his extreme generosity one only can pay

There ought to be a Worldwide Chuck Feeney day.

Arrogant Young Males

 Young arrogant males do grow older but they never seem to grow wise

They may think they are quite clever but little do they realize

That from life they have much to learn but having this said we do all

But with an air of superiority about them in their thinking they seem rather small

Young arrogant males self deluded since they do truly believe

That they are a gift to women in this themselves they only deceive

Since many women do not like their sort arrogant males for them not a turn on

But it can be said of the male kind the days of the humble long gone

Arrogant young males in the many and those of big egos not rare

That they are not as great as they think they are they do not seem to be aware

And most of them as they age do not grow wiser this is how it seems to be

And the arrogant are not in a minority in the twenty first century

And as for the young down to earth males their female admirers are not in the few

Many young women do seem to like them and this is not saying what is new.

No Need For You

 No need for you in your own words for to put yourself down

There are plenty who do this for you on your side of the town

The judgmental of the World are not of the few

And this is not saying any thing that is new

As you are not a cocky person it does seem

You could do with a boost to your self  esteem

By convincing yourself you are not good enough

You are only making life on yourself far more tough

Since you are one who of self never does boast

To you and your sort i would gladly call for a toast

Though you could do with far less of humility

At least of a swollen ego you are free

And this in itself is not a bad thing

Though it is mostly the praises of the egotistical the masses do sing.

Willy Wagtails

 From human habitations never far away

Black and white small birds one does see every day

Of people they do not seem at all that shy

Willy wagtails or black and white fantails the names they are known by

In defense of their territory great colurage they do show

I have seen them mob larger birds such as a magpie or a crow

As they try to drive them from their territory sometimes they succeed

For their size they are courageous and quite fearless indeed

Australia's most common breed of fantail

One often does see them wagging their long black tail

Some with knowledge of birds say the reason for this is from the grass to flush flies

And devour them as from hiding they rise

In cup shaped nest of fibre and dried grass felted with spider web on fork of small tree

The female lay white eggs with brown dots of two or three

Against predators the male and the female their nest site defend

And any other species of bird that they do not treat as a friend

They do have a recognizable brief little chattering song

And once seen and once heard them you will never again get wrong

In Spring they often sing at night and some refer to them as the Australian nightingales

The black and white fantails better known as willy wagtails.

It Will Not Matter To You

 It will not matter to you when life from you has gone

If memories good or bad of you in others live on

Just do make the most of your every day

And from those you can help do not turn away

If there is a god this god will judge you

Not what you done for yourself but what for others you did do

That material possessions and money only useful to the living it's own self does explain

It is not your ticket to heaven your Earthly material gain

In death your Earthly possessions you leave behind

You may not get to heaven if you live self centered and unkind

If you have a god you kneel to for to pray

When you die this god will judge you how you live day by day

Not by your Earthly achievements or your social rank

Or by how much money you have in a bank.

Australia

 Why so many love her not hard to understand

Australia for her flora and fauna quite an amazing Land

Home to the people of the Dreamtime

Their ancestors have lived in Australia for quite a long time

Home to many species of eucalypt trees

The Land of temperate, sub tropical and tropical climates of varying degrees

The most southerly peopled Land in the World of today

From the nearest Country Australia is far away

Home to marsupials, moneterenes and megapodes too numerous to name 

Her amazing and unique wildlife one of her many claims to Worldwide fame

A vast Land not over populated by people of the far south

And one of the World's most amazing Countries does go without doubt

Australia the Land that is so old  in time

The inspiration for the writers of song, story and rhyme.

On The Passing Of Teresa Murphy

 Sad news out of Millstreet to read of today

Teresa Murphy nee Corcoran from life has passed away

To her children a good mother and to the late Paddy Murphy a devoted wife

She was a good person who lived an honourable life

In the West End of Millstreet Town she had lived for many years

And her family and many friends would have farewelled her in tears

In Manchester in England far from her first hometown she died

For any of us from death there is nowhere to hide

An octogenarian one of Millstreet's own

She died far from where she was well loved and well known

The town where she did have many a good friend

So few of us know where our life's journey for us will end

That we are born to die is quite obviously clear

And the passing of a good person is always sad to read of or of hear

Hope her parting from life for her was a painless release

The good person Teresa Murphy may she rest in peace.

In A World Of Difference

 There is quite a difference between good and great

And even more so between dislike and hate

And there is a difference between evil and bad

And the difference is immense between happy and sad

There is a difference beween a cafe and a pub

And there is a difference between a fellowship and a club

And there is a difference beween woman and man

Though they may be of the one race and clan

For in thinking they can be as different as night is from day

As they look at life in a different way

Those who refer to a koala as a koala bear does not make for much sense

Since between a koala and a true bear the difference is immense

And there is quite a difference between known and fame

In a World of difference few things seem the same.

One Does Wonder

 Like the leaves of late Autumn that to earth does fall

Or the tiny ground insect that is born to crawl

Like them we are born to eventually die

Is life for the human soul post bodily death a belief based on a lie?

Many believe in a god and a world in the sky

Where good and bad souls with wings to does fly

Yet any deceased person as of yet has not come back to tell

Of another life for the soul or of a heaven or hell

Whatever we achieve in life we end as the same

Death does not differentiate between those in poverty and those of wealth and fame

The longest lived human life in time is not a long span

On average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man

Time on our existence ever ticking away

Babies are born and people die every day

Like all other creatures from the great to the small

One does wonder what life is about at all.

A Beautiful Person

 A beautiful person beauty she only see

And of negative thinking she is one who is free

The beauty she possesses is in her mind

She is loving and generous and caring and kind

An octogenarian widowed great grandmother her hair silver grey

She is one who performs good deeds every day

She is one who has in her the bright inner glow

People like her of a privilege to know

Always helping the mentally and financially down

Perhaps the kindest person on her side of the town

People who have known her for years of her does say

That even as a young person she was this way

Every day she does sow Karma's good seed

And of far more of her sort the Human World is in need.

What We Do To Our Earth Mother

 What we do to our Earth Mother to our own selves we do

This applies to all people including me and you

The future generations for our mistakes will pay

For the abuse of the one who feeds us all true to say

The Earth who supplies us with our every need

Is suffering due to our unnecessary greed 

For material things and for our financial gain

That in our lives we sow the seeds of the future it's own self does explain

And of the needs of the Earth that does feed us too few seem aware

Many species of wildlife are becoming rare

When we abuse our Earth Mother we abuse our best friend

On our behalf not a good idea why otherwise pretend

Of many more friends Mother Earth is in need

The future generations of people will pay for our greed.

To Us Only Belong

 As individuals our memories good and bad to us only belong

And to wherever we go to with us they go along

And of our achievements to others most of us like to tell

Since to create a good impression of the self does serve us well

Though most people what they hear seem to believe

Some in the stories of their achievements have been known to deceive

A good impression of themselves they like to create

And in the stories of their suiccesses they exaggerate

And since most people like to live with a good name

Few like to tell others of their moments of shame

It is so true that many have secrets to hide

Since we do not like to talk of things that have dented our pride

For as long as the gift of memory we retain

Our good and our bad moments in us remain

Your past is a thing you cannot leave behind

It lives in the memory bank of your mind.

The Beauty In Nature

 The beauty in Nature to view it is free

It is all around you and it is all around me

A beauty from us never too far away

That we do see on our walks every day

Nature the jewel on Mother Earth's crown

Lives in the parks of every city and town

Wherever there are grass and trees her creatures reside

Her beauty from us she never does hide

Nature she does have ways of her own

And so much about her remains as unknown

Her wonders are many and her secrets not few

And every day of her we learn something new

And even students of Nature have come to realize

That there is more to her than meets the eyes.

On A Morning In September

 On a morning in September on the fourth week of Spring

The wild birds of Nature chirp, whistle and sing

The countryside looking healthy and green after the recent rain

Nature at her most vibrant becomes Mother Earth's gain

Though there is a certain coolness in the freshening breeze

New leaves are budding on the deciduous trees

The cattle and sheep on young grass gaining weight by the day

And much warmer weather cannot be far away

Greeness is abundant in the September showers

And Nature brings to the trees and the paddocks her leaves, blossoms and flowers

In Nature in September her favourite colour is green

And natural beauty is everywhere to be seen

The wild birds of song so pleasant to hear

On what is a beautiful time of the year.

The Ordinary Man

 He loves his children and he loves his wife

The ordinary man leads an ordinary life

Never in the pub with a community tribe drinking beer and laughing loud

Though ordinary not one of the ordinary crowd

The ordinary man does not talk about money or politics or football

And those who know of him say he is not normal at all

To any community organization he never subscribe

He lives as condemned for not being part of a tribe

On the community honour or shame he never will bring

The ordinary man he does his own thing

And though to live an honourable life he does try his best

Most in the community tribes with him and his sort not impressed

The ordinary man is not anyone's judge

And others of their successes does never begrudge

Of any ties to a tribe he is one who is free

And he is not a leader or never wishes to be

But those in need of a friend a friend in him does find

For the ordinary man is extraordinary kind

And though looked on as strange to many on his side of the town

He never does ignore the financially down.

A Human World For Winners

 In a Human World where winners only seem to count

And to be a good loser to little seems to amount

The names of big winners in time only live on

In this respect it is the same nowadays as it was in Seasons long gone

Not everyone can be a winner only true for to say

Far more losers than winners in the World every day

Humanity works in this way it does seem

It is only the winners are held in high esteem

But the words of a wise one worthy of recall

Without losers we could not have winners at all

And though losing is a thing that anyone does not choose

For one to win big many do have to lose

That it is a Human World for winners the fact does remain

And one has to lose for another to gain.

I Too Might Feel The Same

 One ought not to envy the wealthy and widely known

Since these people never have lives of their own

And for their swollen egos one them hardly can blame

If i were one of them i too might feel the same

The admiration of the impressionable would perhaps go to my head

In the egotistical mind humility is dead

I feel lucky in ways for to pen doggerel

Were i a celebrated writer perhaps my ego would swell

And feelings of self importance should not hold much appeal

At least not to me of this only say how i feel

Leave them have their money and leave them have their fame

I would rather live as a not well known name

Than live my life as one of the narcissistic kind

Since the admiration of others can crowd humility from the mind.

May He Rest In Peace Now

 Though respect to him for his bravery one ought for to pay

One wonders why he went to the Land far away

Had he stayed at home he would be living today

Only earth worms do live where dead heroes do lay

He died as a young man in his physical prime

Long before Nature decided for him it was time

For to leave the World in a less violent way

Real guns as is said are dangerous with for to play

He fell under gunfire in a distant Land

Why most young men go to war not hard to understand

For a sense of adventure not expecting to die

But those who glamourize war are broadcasting a lie

So many years of living of him should have been ahead

May he rest in peace now with all of the war dead.

Your God Within

 Believing in your god of the Universe will not make you a better person or cleanse your mind of sin

If you are one who exists without your god within

For the god within keeps open to light the windows of the mind

And those who have their god within are generous, loving and kind

You may be one without a god to for to kneel to pray

But this does not make you a bad person in any sort of a way

In fact for those doing it tough you are one who does care

And of the needs of others you are quite aware

For your future good Karma you plant the good seed

By willingly helping those of your help in need

You do not believe in a god in the sky

Yet that you live as a good person there is one reason why

In that you possess your god of the mind

And in the helping of others you are always willingly inclined.

Love Turned Upside Down

 She is one he does not often see nor is she his source of delight

Their twenty  years of marriage ended in acrimony though for them it was love at first sight

Two daughters in their late teens is all in common now they share

Loves that stand the test of time as ever seems so rare

Whenever they meet on the street to each other they never say good day

They ignore each other as strangers as they go on their way

To their friends about each other they never have nice things for to say

Those whose marriage ends in bitterness as friends for life don't stay

Love's farewell in anger does have a bitter end

He once called her the love of his life his greatest ever friend

There are many stories like theirs Worldwide in every town

It is said that hatred between former lovers is love turned upside down

If ever they are walking in the park or on the street

They pass each olther in silence whenever they do meet.

The Young Faces Of Your Past

 On looking back the long gone years time seems to have gone fast

And all you have are the memories of the young faces of your past

The girls and boys you grew up with in your first hometown far away

You often wonder about them where they may be today?

The young faces of your long gone past you often visualize

Since you last met them face to face there has been many a sunrise

Some of them like you migrated and some at home did stay

And time leaves it's mark on everyone as someone wise did say

You made your own way in the World as every migrant do

And do your young friends of the past today remember you?

On their lives journey just like you new friendships they have made

And only the memories of what was in time don't seem to fade

The World has changed since you were young time with it change does bring

And change that is for the betterment is only a good thing

In the town where you grew to adulthood today your's may be a stranger's face

In surroundings once quite dear to you there you may feel out of place

Life's journey ends for all of us on some future night or day

And some of the young friends you grew up with at peace forever lay

The young friends of your first hometown they are no longer young

And as well as your memories the only thing you have left of your past is the accent on your tongue.

Those With Love In Them

 Those with love in them have a great gift indeed

And of more of their sort the Human World is in need

The surplus of love in them with others they do share

Whilst those without love in them of their own needs only aware

Of the praises of love do feel happy to sing

For in it's true form it is a beautiful thing

Those with love in them selfless in their way

And they perform a good deed or two every day

Where war is waged love it has died

Since the fact that love is never angry or violent cannot be denied

A World with more love would be better to live in

For harmony and peace it would be a big win

Those with love in them are generous and kind

And on the helping of others are always willingly inclined.

Everyone Is Replaceable

 The famous and wealthy are dying every day

But life goes on without them in truth one can say

The one who first said everyone is replaceable some credit is due

For saying what is obviously so very true

A lot of people who thought they were irreplaceable in cemeteries lay

Yet life does go on without them today

Despite their wealth and celebrity status to time they lost out

And that life goes on without them does go without doubt

Those who think they are irreplaceable have got it all wrong

Since their sort of thinking to delusion belong

That death is the great equalizer as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

Death does not respect those of money and fame

And the monarch and pauper does treat as the same.

A Human World For Winners

 In this Human World where so many people for success compete

In life every day some new challenge to meet

Survival of the fittest is how it seems to be

Humanity seems based on inequality

In a World where for every big winner many have to lose

And losing is something that anyone does not choose

That in most people a lack of money to unhappiness gives rise

For to say the least is not any surprise

There are winners and losers in the World every day

Suppose human life is designed for to work on this way

For every financially successful person in the twenty first century

There are many Worldwide living in poverty

When money or lack of it in a person's status such a huge part does play

It is a Human World for winners in truth one can say.

Jim From Cork City

 In the local pub the Banks of my own lovely Lee he does sing

Jim who was raised in the glory days of Christy Ring

In the City of Cork by the River Lee

He first saw light of day in March nineteen fifty three

Without a son or a daughter or a partner or wife

He seems quite content in his batchelor life

He is in the pub almost every night

With a smile on his face he seems happy and bright

On a retirement pension in his late sixties his receding hair grey

He retired as a long distance truck driver this year in May

Often drove from from Melbourne via Sydney to Brisbane on freeways and highways up and down

And often slept in truck stops in his truck cab in many a country town

He may be physically ageing but his memory serves him well

Of his long distant travels he has many stories to tell

Among the truckie community he is wiodely known

There is truth in the saying of to each their own

Far north of Australia his journey in life began

The man may leave his Country but his Country does not leave the man

The accent of Cork City he does retain

Until the days he does die in him it will remain

A likeable fellow he has many a friend

In this southern Land his life's journey may end

At his happiest in the local pub in the hour of song

Where he often does lead in the sing along.

It Will Not Matter To You

 It will not matter to you when your life's eulogy is read

If your name will live as one of the remembered dead

As one who is outlived by her or his fame

The Reaper of lives treats all lives as the same

Our journey in life to all has to end

And the Reaper of lives to anyone is not a friend

Whatever you achieve in life will not save you from death 

The one who claims all lives will eventually rob you of your living breath

In the news we hear of the deaths of famous people every day

We were all born to die life works in this way

People die very old and very young and some die  in their physical prime

And eventually we all become victims of time

Death every day claims the lives of famous women and men

And whatever they achieve will not matter to them then.

A C O V I D-19 Survivor

 His better days in life he well may have seen

But he is a survivor of C O V I  D-19

The pandemic virus that has claimed many lives Worldwide

Though by it infected it he defied

And though very ill for of time a short spell

The story of his illness he has lived for to tell

The fatal virus to many had him under attack

And though very physically ill for awhile he managed to fight back

A great grandfather in his early eighties he refused for to die

To the frailty of age he give the lie

divorced by his wife he lives on his own

And of better days in life he is one who has known

C O V I D-19 survivors of his age are of the few

And this is not saying anything that is new.

Should Have Been Her Due

 With two young boys and a girl for to raise on her own

Of far happier days in her life of she has known

Last year her ex husband  forsook her for another and left her in tears

The man that she loved and trusted they were married for six years

That she has been hard done by is obviously clear

Though sad stories like her's one of often does hear

He lives with his new lover overseas in a city far away

And any children financial support to her does not pay

To raise three young children on her own makes life on her rather tough

Life's journey on some it is rather rough

For love such a price she has had to pay

For her there is never an easy day

Her ex husband overseas with his new love to her he was untrue

Far better from love and life should have been her due.

I Only Have Memories

 To me it will always be my first homeplace

Where years ago to many mine was a known face 

But i have not been to there for thirty four years

And for the what was i have shed my last tears

Perhaps i will never again walk in the fields to where the waterways meet

On an evening in Spring just west of the Town of Millstreet

When the hawthorns are cloaked in their white blossoms of May

A beauty from memory that don't fade away

In the rushy bog melodiuos and clear

The song of the curlew so pleasing to hear

So pleasant and flute like good memories last

Of such memorable mental images that live from the past

In fancy i often visit the old fields again

And memories of the past today i retain

The voice of the ever flowing Claramore rill

With a babbling tongue that is never still

I only have memories of what used to be

Of faces and places i may never more see

The now is what matters and the now is today

And the clock on our lives ever ticking away.

In A Financial Hole

 Of life's journey like everyone else he has a story to tell

The one looked on by many as a never do well

Unemployed in his mid twenties he does not have a partner or children he lives on the dole

In society he will never play a leading role

The factory he worked in went into receivership last year

Such a story as this nowadays one often does read of or hear

He is trying hard for a job start but on his side of the town

Competition for work quite intensive with factories closing down

For circumstances one can say beyond his control

He is one of many in a financial hole

So many poor people like him worldwide

Who must believe that they do not have a god on their side

On such a low income with bills for to pay

He is one of those who lives from day to day.

Far South Of

 Far south of Hibernia's wild rocky shore

Fifteen thousand kilometres or more

Of the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout

Quite a different Country here in the far south

In the  Land of the people of the Dreamtime 

Their history the inspiration of the writers of song, story and rhyme

Of Nature new lessons to learn every day 

That we learn as we live only true to say

And of Nature every day we learn something new

Her beauty is timeless and her lessons not in the few

A koala eating leaves or sleeping on branch of a manna gum tree

A sight of rare beauty for one for to see

And just before twilight the roos from the woods venture out

For to graze in the paddocks and go on hop about.

To Dismiss One As A Loser

 To dismiss one as a loser of that person not nice of you to say

Since you too will be a loser on some future night or day

For every living person to life's journey there is an end

And we all eventually become losers on this you too can depend

This person is a loser but only in your eyes

That their life journey different to your's you don't seem to realize

They are not inferior to you in any way at all

Our thoughts of what we say of others sometimes leaves us seeming small

So many of us humans are judgmental this is how it seems to be

But having this said none of us are perfect to be flawed is to be human as most would agree

It does take a very imperfect person to verbally put others down

And of the judgmental no shortage in any village or city or town

The one who calls another a loser is one who is being far from wise

That she or he too will become losers is something they do  not seem to realize.

Rog

 Rog is not the type of fellow when he belch or fart in public to say pardon me

He is not the type the precious would look on as mannerly

But as a sub contract manhole builder he works hard for every pay

And for him and the work he does never an easy day

But behind his rough exterior a kind soul in many a way

That if he could he would help you this much of him one can say

And he loves his wife Meg and their two young daughters Meg says of him with his life them he would defend

As well as a good husband and father he is her soulmate and her greatest ever friend

There is far more to a person than the eyes can ever see

Appearance can be deceptive is how it appears to be

Rog of this is one example he loves his children and his wife

Quite admirable in his own way he lives an honourable life

Rog does have a rough exterior but when of him you get to know

That he is not how he appears he does have the inner glow.

It Is One Of Those Days

 It is one of those days nothing for you went right

And you feel rather stressed you may not sleep well tonight

And nothing at all seems to be going your way

Though tomorrow for you may be a better day

Not the only one to have a bad day in the town

We all have those days when we are mentally down

Tomorrow you may have a reason to smile

Depressive moods in most people only last for a while

To truly appreciate the good days you must know of the bad

Tomorrow you may not be feeling so sad

The stress you are going through on your face does show

Today you do not have the bright inner glow

Tomorrow for you may be a better day

We all have our moods we are wired in this way.

With Hope You Are One

 Though your roadways of life have been uphill and rough

And every day for you it is rather tough

Homeless you sleep on a park bench at night

The future for you looks anything but bright

But you never say life on you is unfair

And you do refuse for to yield to despair

Hope for better times in you is not dead

And of  you see happier and better days ahead

Due to an abusive mother and father homeless at sixteen

And many tough Seasons you already have seen

You believe good times from you are not far away

And you search in hope for a job start every day

With hope you are one who does keep faith

Every-thing comes to those who do wait.

Tariro Mavondo

 A beautiful black woman her hair as black as the wing of a crow

And one who possesses the bright inner glow

Her humor quite infectious of her one can say

One could listen to her telling stories all day

Born in Zimbabwe she came to Australia with her family quite young

And surely her praises deserve to be sung

For she is a person well worthy of note

A woman of wit a ceo and a performance poet

Quite a sophisticated and cultured person of her one can say

She is into Shakespeare in quite a big way

One can say of her she is free of conceit

A person i can say that i would love to meet

So witty and humorous and unchanged by fame

Tariro Mavondo remember her name.

You Are One Of Those People

 On the ladder of success you may have climbed far

And your many admirters say of how marvellous you are

Any humility if you ever did have it in you is long dead

The praises of the local impressionable has gone to your head

There are many once were winners who have become losers in every town

From the very top they quickly plummeted down

At least they have learned one lesson from life of them one can say

That they surely do know who their friends are today

All of the town's wealthy class parties you are invited to attend

And everybody it does seem want to become your friend

But you only know who your friends are if you become financially broke

How many of you then will say what a good bloke

You are one of those people that many admire

And of singing your praises none does seem to tire

But you will only know who your friends are

If you cannot afford the price of a second hand car.

Love

 It is the source of joy and happiness

A wonderful gift for anyone to possess

It is something that does come from within

A World without love would be so hard to live in

People with a healthy love of self in them have love for to share

And of the needs of others are always aware

Happy in their life and content of mind

People with love in them are compassionate and kind

They may not be the heroines and heroes of their side of the town

And are even strangers to local renown

Without doubt love is a great gift indeed

And of more loving people the Human World is in need

People with love in them willingly share it around

And wherever love is joy is to be found.

The Contented Of Mind

 Lucky indeed the contented of mind

Since there are not it does seem many of their kind

To be famous and wealthy they do not aspire

And in them there is quite a lot to admire

Since most of their sort possess the inner glow

They are quite nice people of for to know

Not envious of the success of others they live in their own way

And you never hear them say they have had a bad day

They live as strangers to conceit or guile

And never do find it hard for to smile

They never wish to be best on their street

And for material success with others do not feel the need to compete

The contented of mind are lucky people indeed

And of more of their sort the Human World is in need.

Andy And Kate

 Andy is in prison for bashing Kate his wife

And she and Jimmy their son with the new man in her life

His defense she did attack him with a knife

Where anger is prevalent violence is rife

His story the judge did not believe

And six months in jail he did receive

On his summing up the judge said six months is a reasonable amount of time

For what is a serious enough sort of a crime

Andy in public is a likeable bloke

One who likes a good laugh and can crack a good joke

But one's real self in public few ever do see

Most of us to others are not what we seem to be

But Kate is not an angel as some who knows her does say

She can be quite provocative if she does not get things her own way

Six years of marriage to Andy of time more than enough

The end of their love union was quite violent and rough

Kate with her new lover and Andy her ex husband is in jail

Theirs was not the first or will not be the last marriage to fail

Often love does not last a lifetime why otherwise pretend

And there is often bitterness when love it does end.

The Trail Of Tears

 The Native Americans of Tennesee, Georgia, Alabama, Florida, and North Carolina they were the dispossessed

Many of them on the 'The Trail Of Tears' to Oklahoma in unmarked graves in their final place of rest

In their resistance of deportation from their native lands many of them died

Some of the U S colonial history is not a cause for a sense of pride

The unmarked graves of  'The Trail Of Tears' a Nation's shame does hide

That the U S President at the time Andrew Jackson was a callous man of him cannot be denied

The first American people they once were a proud race

From most of their native lands the colonizers them did displace

What happened to the Native Americans has happened to indigenous people Worldwide

By the well armed and war hardened colonizers they were pushed aside

The winners may write the history but the truth always prevail

And there is always death and suffering where love and compassion fail

A story of a brutal dispossession that has lived for close to two hundred years

Of the Native American people in their tearful 'Trail Of Tears'.

The Journey In Life

 The journey in life for many can be quite tough

And some deemed to fail though they try hard enough

To become successful but to no avail

Some people in life do seem destined to fail

Those who believe everyone has life choices believe their own lie

If you are born into poverty as poor you are likely to die

In a Human World where billions of people for success compete

Few materially successful people ever began their life journey on poverty street

So many of the homeless of the World tonight

In factory doorways and on park benches sleeping under the starlight

Your circumstance of birth can become your life's destiny

It is so very hard for anyone to rise above poverty

From the moment they are born until their lives final day

For many the journey it is tough all of the way.

Most Of Us Far From Perfect

 Most of us far from perfect is how it does seem

And the majority long for to be held in high public esteem

But some more perfect than others for to give them their due

And to their higher selves try to live as true

Though the egotistical are on the increase Worldwide

Narcissism is known to have it's source in pride

Those who only live for the self from their higher self further away

Than the person who performs good deeds every day

It is not the good things you do for yourself  that shows of the good that's in you

But the good things for others that you choose to do

The wealthy and famous celebrities so many admire

And of singing their praises never seem to tire

Whilst the most generous, compassionate and kindest people of every town

Do live their lives as strangers to renown.

The Opinionated

 The opinionated on everyone and everything like to have their say

And no shortage of them in the World of today

Their unsolicited for opinions they do freely give

And they do not believe on live and let live

In their words they do like to drag others down

And their sort not endangered in any town

In their thinking and opinions they seem rather small

Since their idea of a fair go does not include all

Their own value as people they never do doubt

And they even voice their opinions on things they know nothing about

The people who do lack in wisdom and poise

One can say of them they know how to make noise

On everyone and everything their opinions they like to express

And on how clever they are others they like to impress

They feel so important in their own mind

But then suppose humanity is comprised of every kind.

Losers In Death

 That everybody wants to be a winner is an understandable thing

Since the praises of a loser few do wish to sing

There are far more losers than winners in the World every day

Suppose humanity is designed for to work in this way

There are winners and losers in every town

And few wish to know of the financially down

The losers from memory are quickest to fade

And only for winners a victory parade

But every human life has an ending why otherwise pretend

And winners too become losers at life's journey's end

And the reaper of lives does treat as the same

The poorest of the poor and those of wealth and fame

And by claiming from everyone  life's precious breath

The reaper makes the winners in life become losers in death.