Joe

On his last birthday Joe turned ninety three

Old enough to be my dad and much healthier and fitter than me

The hair on his balding head may be silver gray

But he jogs five or six kilometres every day

Twelve years ago his wife Linda passed away

He is twenty times a great grand-dad quite a lot of descendants as one might say

He began jogging seventy years ago before his physical prime

And this is going back many Seasons in time

One who has never taken part in a competitive race

He says i just like to jog along at my own pace

He does not smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol and is a vegetarian by choice

For clean and healthy living he is one who is a voice

Quite a likeable fellow of him one can say

He turned ninety three on his last birthday.

For The Sake Of Your Dependents

The lady of luck is not smiling your way

For you it has been quite a miserable day

Your boss has knocked back your request for a raise in pay

And though you would like to quit in this job you must stay

Many are unemployed and job vacancies are few

That it is an employers job market is not saying what is new

But with a wife and two young daughters financially depending on you

To stay in this job is the best you can do

For the sake of your daughters and their mother your wife

To you the most important people in your life

You will stay in this job though the weekly pay is small

Even a poorly paid job is better than no job at all

Though your greedy boss is a user and known as not good to pay

For the sake of your dependents in this job you will stay.

The Silent One

A group of loud talkers in a bragging display

Trying to outboast each other their tongues wagging away

Of their latest achievements and success of the day

With just one amongst them with nothing to say

The silent one did not partake in adding to the din

He just sat there in silence taking in

The competitive bragging to him boring to hear

That he was not impressed with their waffling by his body language seemed clear

Not his sort of party he seemed out of place

And of any emotion he did not show a trace

For to join in the babble he did not have the will

As is said of quiet waters they are deep and still

Of any party his sort not the life

But since the host of the evening is a good friend of his wife

To be a rude person he is one not known

And he came with his wife since she would not come on her own

The silent one where the babble was loud

Not the one to add to the volume of the crowd

Silence is golden as a truism remain

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

If I Did Tell You Differently

One might say one addicted to penning of rhyme

Something i have been doing over decades of time

Without hope of financial gain or literary renown

The rhymes that come to me in notebook i pen down

Rhymes are a thing that are easy to write

Easy to read and for to recite

And though few from writing rhymes for themselves make a name

It can be an enjoyable hobby just the same

Most do have their hobbies in truth one can say

And mine is for to pen new rhymes every day

With rhyming words one who just loves for to play

If i did not enjoy doing it i would give it away

And i hope to be doing it on the day i do die

If i did tell you differently it would be a lie.

On George Crabbe

When experts on poetry talk of long dead poets one major poet always left out

George Crabbe of Alderburgh in Suffolk one nowadays seldom talked about

Yet he was a brilliant writer right up there with England's best

And some who know much of poets and poetry with his poems feel quite impressed

Some will tell you in this twenty first century the reason Crabbe's  poems by few are read

Is that he wrote mostly of poor people and in truth it can be said

That writers who write of the poor and hungry not seen to be worthy of being admired

Most young and aspiring writers by Crabbe's sort are not inspired

George Crabbe was a religious person he grew old as a clergyman

Yet he wrote poems of poor people until the end of his life span

His poems of  The Village and The Borough have withstood the test of time

He was writing brilliant poetry many years past his life's prime

Writers who write of poor people from their writing never do well

They do struggle to get published since their stories and poems are slow to sell

George Crabbe of this a prime example as a writer a true great

Nowadays he is seldom mentioned though with the best his works does rate.

A Very Sad Thing

A very sad thing for to see one can say

The squashed and bloodied body of an emu dead on the roadway

It is something that one does not see regularly

And that most people would never wish for to see

To say that emus have good road sense would be for to lie

Like marsupials many of them on the roadway every year die

Once plentiful but nowadays becoming rare

Of this many rural Australians are acutely aware

Emus are birds with ways of their own

That the males hatch the eggs and raise the chicks of them this is known

In populated rural places the heavy road traffic on their numbers taking toll

Wildlife deaths on the roadways seem out of control

Emus in the wild state becoming rare in the twenty first century

And a dead emu on the roadway always a sad thing to see.

You Can Be The Voice

 For the betterment of humanity you can be the voice

On how you treat others you do have the choice

Any kindness to anyone is never too small

As is said of a fair go it does apply to all

In the Human World for racism there should not be a place

People should not be defined by nationality or race

Or of their religion or lack of it in truth one can say

Bias is a thing some meet with every day

Worldwide in every Country in every village and city and town

There are many good people of black, white and brown

Who are kind and caring and sow Karma's good seed

And who help anyone of their help in need

And then there are those who are different to them in every way

Moses unwritten commandment they only choose to obey

Though to the god of their choice they regularly pray

Just live for your own self is their saying of the say

The good things you do for other people says more about you

Than the good things for yourself that you choose to do

Old words of wisdom that as a truism remain

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

Eastern Yellow Robins

Of yellow unders and back and tail and wings and head of gray

In south eastern Australian woodlands birds one sees often though not every day

Familiar in their habits and their ticking like song

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

Not that fearful of humans they seem almost tame

Eastern yellow robins for them seems an apt name

They allow you get close to them before flying away

Not hard birds to view of them one can say

In a cup shaped nest of bark and lichen in low fork of tree

The female lay green pink dotted tiny eggs of two or three

In large numbers they never seem to abound

From a low branch or clinging sideways to a tree trunk they watch for insect prey on the ground

To those who love birds in their range quite well known

One can say of them they have ways of their own.

She Is Such A Good Person

She is such a good person free of conceit or guile

One who has been blessed with a beautiful smile

A woman who has known of her crosses in life

For eight years to a good man she was a good wife

But fifteen years ago tragically in a workplace accident he died

He was one who did not have luck on his side

Leaving her to raise their seven year old daughter and six year old son on her own

Of some sad and some tough times of in life she has known

As a single woman she has chosen to stay

In her mid forties she works as a state registered nurse today

Quite an attractive looking woman compassionate and kind

In the helping of others always willingly inclined

A friend of the poor and financially down

One of the kindest of people on her side of the town.

Tomorrow Will Dawn

Tomorrow will dawn as it did today

But not for everyone in truth one can say

For like all other life forms us humans born to die

A fact of our existence and fact never lie

Of a life after bodily death for the soul it is up to every individual to or not to in believe

But though in your lifetime great things you may achieve

The Reaper of lives wil treat you as the same

As the person who dies without a penny to her or his name

The good things you do for other people as a person says more about you

Than the things for yourself that you choose to do

But in a Human World where so many daydream of becoming a billionaire

The selfless as always are rather rare

Death makes us all equal when all is said and done

And tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone.

Of Nature

Of Nature new lessons to learn every day

And her lessons are many in truth one can say

She is one who does have ways of her own

And so much about her remains as unknown

The one who needs every friend on her side

Nature she has many fans Worldwide

The goddess of Mother Earth who does feed all

Life forms including humans from the great to the small

Herself and Nature from greedy humans are under attack

But for the  future generations of people there may be a pay back

What people do to the Earth that feeds us to Nature do too

You cannot harm one without harming the two

Those who love Nature realize so little of her they know

And their wonderment of her it only does grow.

Never Judge Another Person

Never judge another person on the words of  the judgmental since what they say of this person may only be hearsay

Judgmental people wrongfully ruining reputations of good people with their caustic words Worldwide every day

Reputations ruined on lies no longer a rare thing and ruined reputations are hard to repair

Judgments of the public are not based on justice and more often than not are proved as unfair

Those who do partake in malicious public gossip are people who do not have lives of their own

The seeds for them of what is not good Karma everyday by them is wilfully sown

In the World far too many unpaid judges good reputations by their words destroyed

They do not realize that from their future bad Karma that they cannot find a place in for to hide

Far too many people who stand in judgment of others one deliberate lie a whole heap of damage can do

There are courts of law to deal with law breaking people their fate to decide should not be for me or for you

If in public you pass judgment on another better make sure that what you say is true

If what you say is a lie and you know it only bad Karma will become your due

On public judgments you should not be partaking such things it does seem does lead to mob law

Instead you should look at your own imperfections since you are one not free of any mental flaw.                          

Your Ego And Your Higher Self

You like to tell others of how well you are doing  and of  a greater fame you are seeking

It is not your higher self at all that at such times that is speaking

But something to the higher self that is not a relation

It is the ego in your mind just craving admiration

Your higher self far less humble than this of  self does seldom mention

When you tell others of your success it is your ego seeking attention

In most people the ego controls the higher self in this you are not an exception

Self promotion as is well known does not have it's source in self reflection

The ego when out of control is a narcissistic creature

It only makes you think of self and self your only feature

It convinces you of how marvellous you are and that yourself only matter

And when others praise you it glows a bit and grows a bit fatter

Your higher self attention for the self does never seek and only sees the good in others

And treats all other people as kindred sisters and brothers

It has you helping others as one who is kind and caring

Whilst the ego is much different and does not believe in sharing.

Life Is A Wonderful Teacher

Life is a wonderful teacher her lessons are not of the few 

Far greater than any human professor every day from her we learn something new

Learning did not end when we left school we learn from life every day

And those who choose to ignore her warnings some price for this have to pay

The book of life is far greater than any book humans create

Than the first published human book centuries older and it is never out of date

Every day we do turn a new page that we never stop learning is true

Those who have not learned from a life lesson from life another similar lesson is due

With life there is no other teacher who can compare

As peoplpe through time have become aware

But the lessons in life does not always come free

With this one can say few would disagree

Of all the great teachers life is the best

Of time the only one who has stood the test.

The Thief Of Joy

An old truism that i learned from wise elders as a boy

That comparisons are often the thief of joy

Those who are sensitive in the erosion of their self confidence pay

When being compared unfavourably to others in truth one can say

That words can be hurtful remain ever true

And those who compare sensitive people unfavourably with others good karma is not their due

By a few hurtful words dreams can be destroyed

That words can be mentally wounding cannot be denied

That everybody need some positive recognition is a truism indeed

And sensitive people of positive recognition more so than others are of in need

Those who compare people to some others in an unfavourable way

The game of erosion of self confidence does play

It is something i learned of as a young boy

That comparison of people is the thief of joy.

On Magpie Larks

Medium sized black and white birds in Australia familiar to many and seen every day

Pee wee pee wee is all they have to say

Known as magpie larks or mudlarks many call them pee wee

They build a cup shaped nest of mud high on fork of  branch of tree

Where two to four pink dotted eggs the female bird lay

That can be seen from the ground not well hidden away

They live on insects they find on the ground

Their heads ever bobbing as they walk around

The female and male combine to defend territory

They raise their wings as they call out pee wee

This is a territorial thing with them maybe

Though many with such thinking would disagree

Distinct from all others with ways of their own

All over Australia they are quite well known.

The Godless Man

His soul bound for hell some of him does say

Since he does not have a god to kneel to for to pray

Yet he is rather generous in his own kind way

And he performs at least one good deed every day

His aged and frail neighbour Belinda who to him lives nearby

Of his greatness as a person to anyone of him does not deny

She says in her times of need he never leaves her down

That he is the kindest person on her side of the town

Though a religious person herself for his lack of religion him she does not criticize

She says knowing one like him makes her realize

That not all non religious people are unkind and unjust

And that he is one that with her life she would trust

For his soul she says she does regularly pray

And she knows he will join her in heaven one day.

Though Of It's Praises

Though of it's praises you never hear anyone sing

Death in itself is not such a bad thing

Since with the death of the body comes the death of the ego that causes us so much stress 

As the ego induces in us the need others to impress

And robs us of the joy that comes with happiness

And does become victim of this thing known as success

Death the true egalatarian treats all people as the same

And never differentiates between the poor and the homeless and those of wealth and fame

It is said that most suicide cases who death over life does choose

That before they die their ego they does lose

All things that breathe life it brings to an end

And never does treat anyone as a friend

And though the praises of death anyone never sing

Equality to all human beings  it does bring.

The Selfless

 For them never a celebratory street parade

And heoines and heroes of lesser people are made

But they are admired as heroines and heroes on their side of the town

By those doing it tough in life the financially down

Any medals or honours by them never won

But their mothers and fathers in them raised good daughters and sons

Their achievement is to be selfless and this is a great thing

Yet of their praises you seldom hear anyone sing

Few of those seen as newsworthy in the World of today

To help others seldom go out of their way

Yet these are the people so many admire

And just to be like them in life their desire

And the selfless who help the financially down

Live as the unnoticed on their side of the town.

On Writers

Though few become millionaires out of writing there can be little doubt

For any writer no shortage of subject material for to write about

In the lives of people and life and Nature so much of to write

That can be published without charge on many an online literary site

The widely read, famous and wealthy writers are few

And this is not saying anything that is new

And though to be wealthy and famous as writers most hobby writers would choose

In the Literary World like in all others things for one to win big many do have to lose

Some will tell you that writers are born not made

But it does not cost anything to be a member of the Wordsmith Trade

Few writers without another income on writing cannot raise their family

It is just a hobby for many is how it seems to be

For any writer no shortage of things to write about in truth one can say

And there are no shortage of writers in the World of today.

Earthly Heaven And Hell

In the World we live in few angels do dwell

But it is a World of heaven and hell

Heaven for those who do have everything

Those whose many admirers their praises do sing

The wealthy and famous who are known Worldwide

Who sit at the top of the social divide

Their material wealth does increase by the day

Life is Heaven on Earth for them one can say

And then there are many living in Earthly Hell

Who of their lives only do have sad stories to tell

Condemned until they die to live in poverty

With the saying money speaks every language one has to agree

Planet Earth for some is Heaven but for many Hell

A World where few Earthly angels do dwell.

Good Memories Of What Was

From where i was born and lived for many a day

My yearning for adventure did take me away

From the old rushy fields where Finnow waters flow

Home to badger and rook and silver back crow

Good memories of what was in me does remain

Of old fields i may never walk on again

In long gone years they often inspired me to rhyme

Old memories live on through the Seasons of time

And live in my memory as a source of joy

Of where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy

Where to many i would be a stranger today

Since from there i have been a long time away

Though in my visualizations i often climb Clara's Hill

And time in my memory it seems to stand still.

It Does Not Matter

It does not matter the size of your home or your car

Or of how very wealthy and famous you are

If with those of help in need any thing you never share

Then you are one of the selfish and your sort are not rare

What you do for others says more about you

Than anything for others you choose to do

You may be the most admired one on your side of the town

Though you never do help the financially down

The people who perform good deeds every day

And in the helping of others go out of their way

Are superior to you in their own way though for them there is never  a loud hooray

If your part in the betterment of  humanity you play

Then you are a good person in truth one of you can say.

Common Starlings

These dark purple speckled birds i do see every day

They take me in memory to a place far away

Flying in large flocks in day's fading light

To their roosting trees quite a memorable sight

Their swiftness of flight an anti predator thing their speed

Though not as fast as fliers as swifts and swallows they are quite fast indeed

They are friends of the farmers some are known to say

As they eat harmful insects to the land in the fields every day

In an untidy cup of grass lined with feathers the female bird lay

Four to six blue eggs in Australia they are here for to stay

Introduced from Europe some bird lovers look upon them as a pest

As they compete with small native birds for sites for their nest

To be Nature's survivors one of their claims to bird fame

Common starlings for them is an often used name.

That Great Friend Of The Poor

Even in her old age she was one who gave hope

To the hungry and the homeless and those struggling to cope

Just for to survive from day to day

A great and inspirational person of her one can say

Selflessly devoted to the financially down

A true heroine Worldwide to the poor of every village and city and town

In her lifetime she became quite famous Worldwide

One can say of her she had god on her side

She worked and prayed for a Human World that would be free

Of people surviving in dire poverty

The great gift of life from her mortal body has gone

But in the history of humanity she does live on

As a person well worthy of enduring fame

That great friend of the poor Mother Theresa her name.

Jack's Neighbours

Jack he does not get that much sleep at night

Due to big Chris and his wife Anne who for hours verbally fight

He feels too scared of big Chris anything about it to him for to say

So he goes to work feeling quite tired each day 

Jack in his forties lives a single life

His partner Kate left him and he does not have a wife

Of selling his home due to his noisy neighbours he is thinking about

Shouting at each other in the small hours of the morning he can live without

Since as a peace loving fellow he does have a name

For not confronting the much bigger and stronger and younger Chris him one could hardly blame

He plans to sell his house and buy a house elsewhere

And hopefully for him at night things may be quieter there

Your nearest neighbour can make life for you hell

This is something that Jack does know of all too well.

The Ex Rugby Star

His best days long behind him in truth one can say

The boy of the nineteen fifties is ageing by the day

Many Seasons have passed since his physical prime

He is one of those who has become a victim of time

His hair that was brown it is now silver gray

The great human minds to reverse ageing have not found a way

In his prime years a renowned player of rugby football

Handsome quick on his feet, broad shouldered and tall

Back then most big men beside him did look rather small

Now showing his years in his seventies in his life's Fall

Ten times a grandfather divorced from his wife

Nowadays she has a younger man in her life

Old age upon him is approaching quite fast

All he has are his good memories of his glorious past.

Big Jim

Big Jim says that compared to many his biggest worry seems small

That he has little to complain of at all

He says my wife and our two young daughters feeling happy and well

And of his life he has only good stories to tell

A cabinet maker by trade he earns a good pay

He cycles to and from work ever day

A good father to his daughters and devoted to his wife

He is one who feels happy with his lot in life

One who helps anybody of helping in need

For his future good Karma he sows the good seed

A kind and likeable fellow for to give him his due

To his higher self he is one who lives true

Handsome dark haired in his late twenties broad shouldered and tall

Big Jim says that his biggest worries are small.

As Mick Cooley Said

Old age is a punishment as Mick Cooley said

But for the good souls heaven may be ahead

His pub in Millstreet Town now known as The Mal Paso is owned by his nephew Brian today

And Mick with the deceased of the Parish does lay

That saying of Mick Cooley's as a truism remain

And the meaning in it it's own self does explain

The ageing are well past their physical prime

They are the people who are losing to time

Life experience for the aged may be their gain

But time has left them with many an ache and a pain

And old words of wisdom worthy of recall

That it is a young person's Human World after all

Old age is a punishment as Mick Cooley said

He may be deceased but his wisdom not dead.

The Land Developer

You show a land developer a beautiful tree

And an ugly thing in the way of human progress is all he does see

One more thing for his workers to remove after cutting down

To make room for more buildings in the ever expanding town

Trees to be removed money he has to pay

This cuts into my profit with a sigh he does say

He says the local animals and birds can move to elsewhere

There are plenty of more trees in the country out there

So little about Nature's creatures the land developer know

To him every black feathered bird is a crow

And that Greenies from standing in the way of human progress cannot be excused

For him and others like him for finanncial gain the land is for them to be used

The man who cannot see any beauty in a tree

Wealthy in material assets and money but living in soul poverty.

You Cannot take It With You

The wealth and all that goes with it that made his a celebrated name

That won for him admirers and widespread fame

To him are not of any use today

That the dead have no status does seem true to say

No longer one of the admired people of the town

Life's Reaper does not respect wealth, fame and renown

In life he had some big business friends and was not without foes

This is how it is for the wealthy and famous one does suppose

His fammily are wishing on each other ill

In the high court of law disputing his will

All that is left between them is mistrust and hate

Two of the things that material wealth and money create

The saying you cannot take it with you it's own self does explain

An urn of ashes is all of him that remain

His family in court disputing his will

Such cases the coffers of lawyers does fill.

At Sting Ray Bay

 Large flocks of silver gulls eating sea lice on the kelp on the beach at Sting Ray Bay

On the evening of a gray and sunless July day

In the depths of  the Winter in this place far south in this Land of the south

In Nature every day something to write about

The voice of the ocean is forever more

The waves lapping on to the kelp laden shore

In the background the songs of  birds one hear every day of the year

The flute like warbling of the magpies always pleasant to hear

On the crevices above the sea of the Breakwater Wall a familiar sight

The rock doves assembled in a line have come to roost for the night

In Nature at all times of year natural beauty to see

A beauty to view that is always money free

On a gray evening under a sunless sky

In the depths of the Winter in the far southern July.

Weapons Do Not Blame

 It is not guns that kill people but people who own them do

The gun without a person to use it will not harm you

Yet those who kill by the gun do not take all of the blame

Some do blame the guns for human acts of shame

And people who violently die due to stabbing by knife

One cannot blame the knife for the taking of life

People with guns and knives murder people every day

Nobody deserves to die in such a violent way

Why blame the weapon for the fatal human crime

People die by guns and kinives as children and ageing and in their physical prime

People murder people everyday Worldwide

So many people due to foul play have died

For the serious crimes of humans weapons do not blame

The perpetrators are always responsible for their crimes of shame.

Michael Looney

In his early twenties before time did become his foe 

Michael Looney left Claraghatlea sixty years ago 

He and his wife Elizabeth raised their children in the Bronx New York in  the U S of A

And in Norwalk in Conneticut his last remains lay

As nice a person as one could wish for to meet

He was missed by his family and many friends when he left Millstreet

His loss to Ireland to the U S A was a gain

Sad to tthink in Claraghatlea in the flesh he will not be seen again

Quite a gentleman Michael in his own easy going way

Of anyone he never had unkind things to say

One who never found it hard for to make a friend

Sad to learn his life's journey has come to an end

Michael Looney who breathed his last after eighty one years

By his family and friends has been farewelled in tears

From where old Clara Mountain forever looks down

May he rest in peace now far from Millstreet Town.

Far South Of

 Far south of the place where i went to school

In this green coastal countryside by Warrnambool 

I am learning of life and Nature every day

We never stop learning in truth one can say

We learn as we live every day something new

In Nature and life the lessons are not few

And as we do learn we come to realize

That we do know so little this not a surprise

Of the praises of geniuses many may sing

But the one not born yet who does know everything

The World's cleverest people not clever in every way

They too have new lessons to learn every day

Though i can tell apart a blackbird from a crow

So little for my age i do seem to know

And far south of the town near where i lived as a boy

Learning as i live to me a source of joy.

On The Day That You Die

On the day that you die will those who know of you say 

That humanity is poorer for your passing today

As you were always willing to help those who were down in some way

And for a better World to live in your part you did play

One who did not believe it was all about you

And many good deeds you had been known to do

For those doing it tough without asking for pay

Or seeking recognition for doing so in any sort of a way

Though you were not the sort many choose to admire

Or to be like you in any way they did not desire

Your own praises you were never heard to sing

Just to live as a good person in life was your thing

And on the day that you die those who know you quite well

Will have good positive stories of you for to tell.

Time

Time saps the strength of the strongest away

Youth with anyone only has a short stay

The strongest man in the town on his day

Not as muscular as he was his hair silver gray

Time that ages everyone has become his foe

He is not the man he was a few decades ago

When he was the strongest person in the town

And his fame transcended local renown

In his sixth decade he is sixty three

Obviously not the man he used to be

Few things in time ever does seem to last

All he has now are memories of the past

The town's strongest man is now in his physical prime

And he too will become a victim of time.

A Cold Morning In July

 A cold morning in July at least five weeks from the Spring

A white backed magpie on a gum tree his flute like song sing

His familiar warbling so distinctive and clear

His kind they do sing every day of the year

From the overnight frost the grass looking gray

Though by the weather forecast we are in for a nice sunny day

On a cold Winter morning so uplifting to hear

The flute like notes of one of the family of birds who sing every day of the year

In the far southern parts of this vast Land of the south

The Winter mornings can be chilly before the sun shines out

But the song of a magpie in truth one can say

Never fail to bring joy to a cold Winter day

On a cold Winter's morning just above zero degrees

Without any sun and only a slight breeze.

Australia's Indigenous Race

 Australia the Land of the people of the Dreamtime 

Their legend has been the inspiration of song, story and rhyme

Australia's indigenous race there can be little doubt

For thousands of years their ancestors had lived in this vast Land of the south

Before the arrival of Europeans who laid claim to their land

And changed their way of life one can understand

That many of them are unhappy with the way they are being governed today

They do not have a voice to Parliament which seems sad to say

The lives of Australia's first people changed forever more

On the day Cook and his sailors arrived on the southern shore

Australia's first people of the twenty first century

In N A D O C week in July celebrate their history

Change for the worst was brought to them when Cook and his sailors arrived

But they have a lot to feel proud of since colonization they have survived.

We Can Only Learn From The Past

The past we cannot change we can only learn from the past

And time on our lives ever keeps moving fast

The mistakes we have made we may live to regret

And life's lessons once learned seem hard to forget

We learn from today and yesterday has gone

And tomorrow will dawn and life will go on

As is said on hindsight it is easy to be wise

And life experience we pay for in some way we come to realize

Yes for our lessons in life always some price to pay

And we learn as we live something new every day

In life there is many an up and a down

And the best people are not always the wealhiest of the town

We can only learn from the past this is all we can do

This applies to everyone as well as me and you.

In July In Ballydaly

Above the old fields high in the sky

The dark barn swallows chasing flying insects fly

On an afternoon warm and breezy and dry

In the prime of the Summer in balmy July

In a pleasant weather temperature high of twenty three degrees

The contented cattle lay chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees

And in a grove nearby a bird whose voice one could never get wrong

The cuckooo who got his name from the sound of his song

July in Ballydaly is a nice time of year

In the leafy hedgerows chirping young birds one does hear

And the sweet scent of freshly mowed grass for silage or hay

From Ballydaly in July Eathly Utopia is not far away

In the old fields white butterflies seemingly dancing above the wildflowers

That have come to bloom after recent mild Summer showers

In the sunny mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray

In July in Ballydaly on a nice Summer's day

The Glory Days Of The Rhymers

The glory days of the rhymers are over no doubt

Yet for rhymers no shortage of things for to write rhymes about

Though rhymers may become popular again and who is to say

That again they may be celebrated in time not far away

The literary trends nowadays keep on changing fast

And though many will tell you rhyme is of the past

In these literary times of the novelist and non rhyming poet

The rhymer not seen worthy of literary note

It is not saying anything in any way that is new

That rhyming women and men in the World are not few

They are in every village and city and town

Though few of them ever do know of local renown

In the literary world things are changing fast

And the glory days of the rhymers are of the past.

When You Help Somebody

When you help somebody through kindness in return joy you receive

Old wisdom that does not seem hard to believe

What goes around comes around as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

Ask one who believes in Karma and she or he will tell you

That the good things you for others return in other good ways to you

The satisfaction of helping other people to you an uplifting thing

And in return a feeling of joy to you never fail to bring

Of those who live for self only the World of any more not in need

Of a better Planet to live in they never sow any seed

Take care of yourself only their word of the day

Moses unwritten Commandment they only obey

Those who are klind to others make a better World to live in

The power to do good only comes from within.

On Nature

Her lessons to say the least not in the few

Of Nature everyday we do learn something new

And the more we learn of her the more we realize

That of her we know little this not a surprise

The goddess of Mother Earth who does feed all

Life forms including us humans from the great to the small

In some form or other we return to her one day

We are born to die this is Nature's way

The one who helps Mother Earth food for to grow

Of Nature so much for to learn of and know

The beauty she creates joy to those who love her bring

Yet not one living person who of her knows everything

Wherever we turn to look her beauty we see

It is all around you and it is all around me.

Some Cruel With Their Words

Some cruel with their words on the feelings of the sensitive can be tough

And one of the worst things to say to anyone is that you are not good enough

At anything you do to be called a success

And you are one who others does fail to impress

Words can be quite cruel when used in a cruel way

And sadly no shortage of people offensive with their words in the World of today

There are plenty of them in every village and city and town

Who do enjoy verbally putting people down

These verbal predators who on the feelings of the sensitive prey

Any words of encouragement to another for them too hard for to say

To hurt anyone's feelings deliberately is such a cruel thing

In the mind of  the sensitive it can leave a painful mental sting

The sensitive mentally suffer at verbal offense

And are not known to be good at self defence.

Quite A Man Amongst Men

Physically not powerful and lanky and thin

Any prizes and medals he never does win

But he will help you with cash if of such you are in need

And of good Karma for himself  he always sows the seed

To be a local hero he feels no desire

And he is not the sort of young man young nubile females admire

Of his praises you never does hear many  sing

But joy to some poor people he helps to bring

Not a member of a sporting or any other community club

And one never talked of at the local pub

As one who is looked on as a great success

He is not the sort the impressionable type does impress

Yet he is loved by the so called losers of the town

As one who does help the financially down

For his kindness one worthy of ten out of ten

And in his own right he is quite a man amongst men. 

By My Old Home In May

The dark baby moorhens they chirped all the day

In the pond in the grove by my old home in May

And learning of Nature a thing of great joy

For one who knew little a young schoolgoing boy

And memories are all that i have to retain

Of what used to be and will not be again

Like the dark brown water bird of breast white as snow

That sang on a rock where the rill rapids did flow

A bird humans never do capture to tame

At home in the waterways dipper it's name

Mental images of such beauty a lifetime does stay

And even in old age from the memory never fade away

Yet the more we learn of Nature the more we realize

That of her we know little this not a surprise

Yet when i visualize i can see and hear them today

The dark baby moorhens in the pond by my old home in May.

No Lives Of Their Own

Since any harm to anyone you never do

Why worry what others do say about you

Since what they think or say of you is their business happens to be true

Some people in their lives have no dreams to pursue

The praises of people like you their sort never sing

Just follow your dreams keep on doing your own thing

For not being part of some community tribe in the Human World of today

This is the price for being different your sort has to pay

Worldwide in every Country in every village and city and town

Those who are different to the majority by some are verbally put down

For not being part of a tribe it is always this way

There are some who of such people do not have any nice things to say

What they say of you is their business it ought to be known

That those who cannot mind their own business have no lives of their own.

His Grand-dad Was A Blueshirt

He talked of  his grand-dad who was a Blueshirt in the Ireland of the nineteen thirties a long time ago

In post civil war years and the enemies back then are no longer the foe

In the nineteen eighties he spent three weeks with him an ageing widowed man

An octogenarian then in time going back quite a span

Since his time as  a Blueshirt of life he had learned quite a lot

But the post civil war hostilities he had not forgot

He told him for the anti government rebellion the blueshirts were only partly to blame

That the supporters of the Government of the day to the hostilities also added fuel to the flame

The Blueshirts were led by Eoin O' Duffy a former Sinn Fein T D and Garda Commissioner sacked by the then Taoiseach De Valera  a man who had a grudge

Against the leader of the Country who had set himself up as his judge

Until the Blueshirts were finally disbanded and O' Duffy took some of his followers with him to fight with Franco in Spain

As Ireland's first fascist leader the long deceased and legendary O' Duffy the title does retain

From his grand- dad he learned a lot about the history of Ireland's past

And the post civil war hostilities that over time did not last

He told his visting Australian grandson things in life just happen this way

The past is in history and the now is today

As he talked of his visit to Ireland he looked a bit sad

Reliving the happy few eeks he spent with his wise old grand-dad

A Blueshirt under Monaghan's Eoin O' Duffy a fascist and one of Ireland's legenday men

And in Ireland a lot of things have changed since then.

I Will Go On Rhyming

It is something i have been doing since my physical prime

And what many does see as a waste of time

Is something i love doing for an hour or more every day

That we all have our hobbies only true to say

There are rhymers like me in every village and city and town

Writing just for the love of doing it not for money or literary renown

Not worthy to be referred to with the title of poet

I will never be one of any literary note

Yet rhyming i do enjoy doing every day

And for as long as i live it i could not give away

Us rhymers are many we never were rare

But we have our stories in rhymes for to share

And i will go on rhyming hopefully until the day i do die

If i did tell you differently it would be a lie.

Hares

Hares are non burrowing cousins of rabbits of lagomorph breed

They survive by their swerving and dodging skills and their speed

Too hard for most predators for to chase to catch to eat

Few predators do know of the taste of hare meat

The young hares by their mother in high grass in different places hidden away

She usually comes to them to suckle from her by night and seldom by day

Quite shy and elusive of them one can say

In daylight from predators eyes well hidden in long grass they do  lay

Hares are amazing creatures for to give them their due

They are used in wired in coursing parks by people for their greyhounds to pursue

Though many of them survive thanks to their dodging skill

The unlucky few the hounds manage to kill

For a hare in it's prime to be killed by a predator is rare

Far easier prey to kill for a fox than a hare.

An Unsung Hero

Not considered one of the material successes of life

But he loves his children and he loves his wife

And he works rather hard for low take home pay

His sort the backbone of the economy of the Country of today

On a bare liveable income he and his family manage to live

So much for the good of the Country he give

But on any major political or economic decision he does not have a say

That people like him are greatly undervalued it does seem this way

Not seen as a community leader but willingly inclined

To help other people he is compassionate and kind

You never hear him complain that times on him are tough

And to live as a good person he does good enough

One who will never even know of local renown

His sort the unsung heroes of every town.

Australia

Just one more migrant who loves this vast and beautiful Country

Australia of the Dreamtime people surrounded by sea 

Their descendant are the indigenous people of the Australia of today

And i am one of many from a Land far away

For it's flora and fauna different from all Countries Worldwide

With it's different landscapes in mostly every countryside

From the vast tree and house free flat outback that at most times looks brown 

To the many a forest fringed southern rural country town

The true history of it's first people may never of be fully known

But the twenty first century Australia has a charm of it's own

Not overpopulated with people, beautiful beaches and of it one can say

That many far worse Countries to live in than Australia today

The government of the day without fear of reprisal one can criticize

This is a freedom that is not in every Country one does come to realize

That it is one of the World's most liveable Countries there can be little doubt

Australia this vast Land of the far south.

For To Say Sorry

The wrongs of the past we cannot repair

But if to somebody you have been unfair

Verbally or on some other sort of a way

Sorry should not be a hard word to say

For to say sorry can be quite a humbling thing

And some relief from guilt to the one who causes the offense does bring

There are people being offensive by word or deed every day

And sorry for causing offense not everyone to the offended one say

Most people accept an apology if the offense is not a serious crime

And most things are healed by the passage of time

But those who offend people in a deliberate way

Sorry for them does seem too hard to say

To accept you have done wrong is brave to realize

And it can be quite humbling to apologize.

Not The Bitter Ex Wife

She is not what you would call the bitter ex wife

As she is only too glad to have him out of her life

They had been man and wife for twenty five years

And in their parting of ways no shedding of tears

Eight grandchildren between them to their daughter and son

She believes leaving her husband was the best thing she has done

Though he was never abusive to her or his children in any sort of a way

From his marriage vows sexually he was one who often did stray

And being quite a moral person his infedelities did not suit her one bit

Until she finally decided that this is it

And put an end to their marriage some five years ago

That she is now happy in her life happens to be so

Happy in herself nowadays without a man in her life

She is not what you would call the bitter ex wife.

When We Bleed

There are all sorts of people Worldwide in most every village and city and town

Of varying shapes and sizes of black, white and brown

All homo sapiens though of many different races similar in most ways indeed

And red is the blood we all shed when we bleed

Racists of every sort live everywhere

Plenty of them in the big World out there

Racism is born of ignorance and ignorance is bliss

How it is to be human the point they do miss

People who do not even know them so many admire

And to be like them in life their only desire

Money their god and no light in their soul

And those different to them they try to control

Death is the one who treats all as the same

The hungry and homeless and those of wealth and fame

The true egalatarian why otherwise prtetend

To anybody it is not a friend

Some referred to as blue bloods but blood is not blue

Those who to their higher selves does live as true

Never refer to anyone in this way

And respect to everyone willing to pay

Racism through money that causes inequality is nowadays an in thing

The praises of the wealthy and famous so many do sing

And since red is the blood we do shed when we bleed

Of more of the kind and compassionate the Human World is in need.

The Big Red Hereford Bull

The big red hereford bull in the paddock nearby

On calm nights bellows loudly when the moon's in the sky

But he is never heard bellowing during the day

One wonders does the moon affect him in some way?

One only does hear him on a calm starry night

Constantly bellowing in the moonlight

With no bull to answer him anywhere nearby

Why in the moonlight he bellows one does wonder why

If the moon does affect people like me and you

On animals it has to have some affect too

His moonlight behaviour is strange would you not agree

By day with his herd he is as quiet as can be

A mystery as such that goes without doubt

And of Nature so much for to learn about.

I Am Of The Place

I am of the place of the rook and gray crow

Where the Cails and Finnow  as ever does flow

In the fields where the rushes in clusters do grow

On towards the Blackwater moving deep and slow

In view of the Boggeraghs the hills old as time

That has inspired the writers of song, story and rhyme

That overlooked the green countryside then without a name

Long before the first people to live near them came

Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

And learning of her ways today i enjoy

In this place of marsupials in this vast Land far south

Of the waterways of the otter, the wild duck, the moorhen and brown trout

An old place i lived in many Seasons ago

Long before time that ages had become my foe.

If Only Good In The World

If only good in the World you wish to do

Why should you worry what others say of you

It is a flaw to be over sensitive to negative comments as you are indeed

It is those who react to their negative opinions the judgmental need

Since those who for others show little respect

Enjoy it when their negative words on others have effect

Since with you as a person they seek to find fault

Take what they say of you with a verbal grain of salt

People like they are mind games love to play

And your reaction of disappointment in them only helps make their day

Your verbal reaction to them is like fuel to a fire

Ignore their words and of commenting on you they will quickly tire

To the words of the judgmental why pay any heed

Of negativity in the World they only sow the seed.

Time

Time on our lives ever ticking away

And each day brings us nearer to our final day

Time it does treat everyone as the same

Treats as equal those of money and fame

As those without titles or any money to their name

Mere living the strongest and fastest and bravest does tame

We quickly age beyond our physical prime

And eventually we all do lose out to time

Youth it does have it's beauty to behold

But years of living through time leaves the best looking old

Time leaves us all equal and this not a lie

Like all other life forms people born to die

Fame just a fleeting thing only true to say

Only earthworms live where dead people lay.

People Fear

People fear spiders and snakes and rats

And lions and tigers and other big cats

But from bites from animals, insects  and  reptiles few people do die

To say any different would be for to lie

Many people die in motor car accidents every year

Far more so than attacks from other creatures is obviously clear

Some of our fears are unfounded in truth one can say

But most of us have our fears and our phobias with us it is this way

Few humans die in a hungry lion's or tiger's mouth

And we are bothered by things we should not worry about

Human deaths from the things we fear most are only of the few

And this is not saying anything in any way that is new

Far more people are killed by other people every year

Than all other life forms that they do fear.

A Truism Of Life

It is a truism of life indeed 

That everyone of some form of recognition are in need 

But any form of recognition some never receive

Since the status of high achievers they cannot achieve

In a Human World where many live in poverty

Stories or photos of poor people in the media you will never read of  or see

Though they too deserve recognition it seems sad to say

They are the unsung and as the unsung will stay

Recognition is for the so called successful few

And this is not saying anything that is new

Only the minority seem worthy of praise

This is how it always was and is nowadays

Everyone is in need of recognition but for many it isn't so

Just the same today as it was years ago.

The Former Rose Of Millstreet Town

 Since she lived in Millstreet many a sunset and sundown

Where is she today the former Rose of Millstreet Town?

Her wavy hair to her shoulders was shiny and black

On what goes to make physical beauty she was not in lack

One who did not seem affected by conceit or guile

With the warmth of joy in her beautiful smile

In her early twenties then close to her life's prime

But this is going back some six decades in time

In the nineteen fifties many years gone since then

She was the one talked of by most of Millstreet's single young men

But she went  off to live in the U S of A

She would be an octogenarian if she is living today

Time that ages everyone as ever ticks away

And on everyone eventually has the final say

And another young rose in Millstreet today 

Who in the Town in view of Clara may not stay.

On Badgers

 In most Countries they live in badgers are creaturtes of the countryside

Mostly nocturnal  by day in their steep burrows they sleep, rest and hide

At night they dig for grubs and worms in the fields and on small creatures prey

Grey with white faces of the weasel family they are seldom seen out by day

Badger baiting was a common and cruel sport going back in time

Nowadays outlawed by most governments and considered a crime

I recall reading a poem by the Helpston poet John Clare on badger baiting as a boy

Reading his poems on animals today i even enjoy

Men using packs of dogs to hunt and kill badgers was cruel and inhumane

The poignant feelings in badger the poem today in me remain

It is true that badgers can be affected by T B

But that they spread it to cattle not everyone agree

Quite beautiful creatures of them one can say

That the World better for them living in it today.

At Lady Bay

As i sat writing in a notebook on a park bench at Lady Bay

In the Winter sunshine of a July day

A young woman in passing stopped to me to say

Often see you here writing on passing this way

My curiosity she said has got the better of me

On what you have been writing do you mind if i see

As i am a writer of short stories myself and of published had a few

And on looking at what you write about i might learn something new

I gave her my notebook a few of my rhymes to read

She read a few and said this is not bad stuff quite readable indeed

You are the first rhyming buff i have met for a while

Now you kleep on rhyming she said with a smile

A pleasant Winter day in July of around fifteen degrees

As she went on her way her brown hair tossed in the breeze

Of her positive words i can only say

That meeting her did bring some joy to my day

The Last Of The Ice Bears

 From skeletal remains polar bears originated in the Country now known as Ireland environmental scientists do say

And in climate change they arrived in the Arctic from their Land of origin  far away

They followed the retreating ice perhaps this is going back thousands of years

Nature lovers for the last wildborn white ice bear will shed their farewell tears

With the advent of the industrial revolution due to human created global warming climate change is at full speed

Of more people who love the Earth we live on and Nature the World of is badly in need

More of Nature's life forms becoming endangered of extinction by the day

For un-necessary human greed the the price may be huge to pay

In denying future generations of people what should be their right to see

Nature's own creatures in their natural state living wild and free

The thinning ice of the Arctic of the far northern pole

On the last of the ice bears is taking it's toll

For to think of it is even a very sad thing

That in time we may not be far distant from the first silent Spring.

Our Reflective Mirrors

Others are our reflective mirrors is how it seems to be

The flaws i see in others are the flaws that are in me 

And what you dislike in others is also in you

A fact of our humaness and fact always true

Though many with this may not choose to agree

We dislike in others what in our selves we do see

Many experts on the workings of the human mind

To agree with that others are our reflective mirrors are readily inclined

To be flawed is to be human happens to be true

Whoever first said this some credit is due

Those who remind you of people you do not like you will never befriend

Some of us humans can be tempermental why otherwise pretend

That others are our reflective mirror some credence does remain 

Which in this doggerel i have tried my best to explain.

Some Men

Some men in their ways not unlike sheep or goats

They certainly do enjoy sowing their wild oats

And leave their biological offsprings for others to raise

And in their stories of their love making conquests feel they are worthy of praise

Monogamous males stick to the one partner or wife

To whom they remain faithful to the end of their life

Some of their wives do not look that attractive but then one suppose

That one person's weed is another one's rose

Some men only like making love with other men that too is okay

Though many heterosexual males do not see it in this way

Nature's way of controlling the human population though most with this would not agree

Anyhow it does not seem to be working is how it seems to be

Some men fight for their Country and believe in the lie

That if you love your Country you must fight for it and if necessary for it die

But those who do not believe in warring live with peace of mind

In the World of men there are every kind

In the World of men where some bad men are free and wealthy and some good men are in jail

And those with little money are looked on as those who do fail

Many of us males lack in compassion and understanding which gives rise to our lack of harmony

Of our human flaws we will never be free.

To Be Flawed

There are near to perfect people but lest we forget

The perfect human being has not been born as of yet

The best of people not without some flaw

Suppose d n a wise we are subject of natural law

The praises of high achieving people many may sing

But to be selfish in some ways is quite a natural thing

Words of wisdom from the past one can only recall

The gene of survival it is in us all

Some more self centered than others is how it seems to be

That this too is part of being human one can only agree

On saying the selfless people of the Human World are of the few

Is not saying anything that is in any way that is new

The truly perfect human being may never see light of day

To be flawed is to be human life works in this way.

Not Like Father Like Son

The father in jail serving years of time

He has been sentenced for his part in serious crime

But the son not to blame for the crimes of the dad

All sons of criminal fathers do not turn out bad

The son is a good man to the police not known

With a wife and two lovely young daughters in a home of their own

An electrician by trade he works hard for his pay

Not all criminal parents have criminal children only true to say

To judge a person on the criminal record of their parents to say the least wrong

Plenty of people who to good families belong

Are paying for their crimes in prison today

For them one cannot blame their parents in truth one can say

The son is a good man his dad is in jail

In life he has succeeded and his father did fail.

Those With Love In Them

Those with love in them have love with others to share

This is something that many of should be aware

For those with love in them others love and respect

And as is said of love it has the ripple effect

Those who believe narcissism is a form of self love have got it all wrong

It is an obsession with the self  and to any form of love does not belong

The one who has a genuine love of self  is loving and kind

And is one who is blessed of a god of the mind

Those with love in them help the financially down

They are the unsung heroines and heroes of their side of the town

Quite selfless people of them one can say

They perform a good deed or two every day

Their names never appear on a memorial wall

Yet their generosity and kindness is worthy of recall.

To Your Higher Self

To your higher self always try to live true

And always give credit to where it is due 

And never in deed or word bring anyone down

Leave that to the negative sort of the town

That we are flawed in some way not hard to believe

Near perfection for anyone is hard to achieve

On how we treat others we all have a choice

Blessed are they who to kindness and compassion do lend their voice

And who try to make the World better for everyone to live in

The power to do good only lives within 

The generous people of enlightened mind

They are truly blessed people the selfless and kind

To try to live near your higher self in life your test

And live as a good person you can only do your best.

Each To Their Own

Each to their own as the wise one does say

And those similar to you in thinking not similar in every way

Our difference in ways makes us more interesting would you not agree

If we all were the same how boring we would be

The one great to you may not be so to me

In different eyes difference we do see

The strangeness you see in some is the strangeness in you

Some will tell you of course that this is not true

Our feelings are ruled by our judgmental peers is how it does seem

Many due to lack of material success suffer of low self esteem

Always pay to others the respect they are due

And to your higher self try to remain as true

It is each to their own as the wise one does say

And we learn as we live something new every day.

The Smirker

 With a smirk on your face you say how do you do

You are smirking at me but i am not laughing with you

You are a young person time not yet your foe

And i was like you many decades ago

Smirking at people three times my age

From the book of life we do learn as we turn every page

My accent you seem to find funny no doubt

I brought it with me to this Land of the south

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

To some i am one who talks with a plum in his mouth

Your body language your true feelings betray

And if you live to the age that i am today

And some cocky young bloke with a smirk will say how do you do

You will feel about him like i feel about you.

Laughter

 Sad for those who cannot laugh every day

Since laughter always eases worries away

Just like a wet Winter day without sun

For those without laughter life is not much fun

People without laughter few wish of to know

They lack in some of the bright inner glow

Laugh and the World laughs with you as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

Words from a wise woman i heard as a boy

That people without laughter cannot share joy

The sound of laughter is a wonderful thing

Those who have it joy to others bring

Where laughter is sadness is nowhere near

It is such a pleasant sound for to hear.

Mrs J and Joe

Mrs J is grieving at the loss of her fox terrier Joe

The black and white dog she bought as a puppy four years ago

More than a pet he was her truest friend

And she is left to grieve his tragic and sudden end

Sad and tragic stories of the death of a pet one of often does read

One evening she took Joe for a walk and forgot to bring with her his lead

Joe of a hunting and going to earth breed

To hunt and drag creatures from their burrows in him had the need

In Joe a brave little dog courage did abound

He decided to challenge a wombat underground

Mrs J called her pet to come to her but her he did not wish to hear

That he was on a mission was obviously clear

The last Mrs J heard of  Joe was his dying cries of pain

A memory until her own death that she will retain

The wombat had squeezed from Joe the living breath

And left her in shock and tears at her dog's sudden death

Mrs J has a non hunting breed of dog today

Her black belgium shepherd Sam her every command does obey

Quite a different dog to her former companion who in a wombat burrow died

His lack of  fear for him  his fate did decide.

Of Death

Of  it's praises you never do hear many sing 

But as part of Nature death is a natural thing

Like all life forms us humans are born to life to eventually die

The same for the blue whale as you and i

Of death many of us do live in fear

And  every day to our end one day more near

And the fear of death a common thing Worldwide

But what is to fear in something we cannot avoid

For the wealthy and poor in the end it is the same

For death does not respect either money or fame

As the saying goes it can come like a thief in the night

The fight against death always a losing fight

Time does not wait it keeps ticking away

And for all of us there is a last night and day.

Goldfinches

Goldfinches i see often though not every day

And seeing them takes me to a place far away

Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

And learning of her ways today i enjoy

Red around face and over all gold, white and brown

Birds of the countryside and parks of the rural town

Unmistakeable in their appearance and their twittering song

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

In neat cup nest hidden in hedge of rootlets lined with hair and hay

Four to six brown dotted blue eggs the female bird lay

Introduced by humans from Europe they are the farmers friend

On their liking of thistle seed in pest weed control some help they do lend

These birds i see often though not every day

They always take me to a place far away.

Hope

Though they realize tough times of them are ahead

Lucky are they in whom hope is not dead

Though out of work and financially down

And doing it tough on the poor side of the town

Through their tough days in life they do manage to cope

Thanks to this wonderful thing known as hope

That their hard times soon from them will have gone

And that the better times for them are coming on

Hope does serve one well on their time of need

It is a great gift for to have indeed

Among those down in their luck in Countries Worldwide

It has saved many from an end of suicide

In their tough times it has helped so many to cope

This wonderful gift that is always referred to as hope.

A True Individual

He does not have children divorced by his wife

Some say that he does not have much of a life

He does not have any enemy to a few he is a good friend

Works for five days a week and at home spends the weekend

He minds his own business and does his own thing

And his own praises or the praises of anyone never does sing

A true individual of him one might say

From most others quite different in every way

His aged neighbour says he is compassionate and kind

And to help her he is always willingly inclined

He keeps to himself he is not that well known

In his early forties he lives on his own

One who works hard for his every pay

A true individual of him one can say.

When The Last Loaf Of Bread

When the last loaf of bread has been eaten and no fish or animal or bird left to eat

And the rain starved earth is too dry for to grow any wheat

The rich and the poor will be equal then

As the World's last human beings women and men

For human created Global Warming  that induces climate Change there could be a reckoning day

Of death due to malnutrition for the last homo sapiens life could end in this way

I am not an environmental scientist and my thinking on this may be wrong

But since the onset of the industrial revolution the evidence is strong

Of the negative impact by humans on the natural environment and it is obviously clear

That the future generations of people on Mother Earth of extinction may live in fear

And all of this will be due to us the people of today

But then ignorance can be bliss as the wise one did say

The price for our abuse of the Planet that feeds us may be high to pay

What goes around comes around Karma works in this way.

The Man Who Owned Ten Houses

The man who owned ten houses is quite  poor today

Though his children are wealthy in truth one can say

Held in high essteem one of the admired of the town

He enjoyed the status of local renown

His friends wealthy people of  no use to him now

And  life goes on without him somehow

And life without him for them goes on just the same

In their lavish parties not one mention of his name

The man with ten houses was a multi millionaire

But for the poor of the town he never had a dollar to spare

He did not believe in on what you do for others says more about you

Than what for yourself you choose to do

He does not own a house now he is in a wooden box underground

Forever blind to light with darkness all around.

An Enlightened Man

His father often beat him and his mother his father's wife

But he is one who has learned from his experiences in life

He loves his children and their mother his partner loves, respects and admire

And  for to abuse or harm them in any way does not feel the least desire

That he does not repeat as an adult his childhood experiences great credit he is due

Not every child as an adult will repeat their parental  behaviour happens to be true

Some people not many have minds and ideas of their own

And their parental influences as adults in their thinking and behaviour they have outgrown

But having this said no two people exactly the same

And the man who abuses his wife and children in some ways not entirely to blame

We all learn from our life's early experiences in a differernt way

It can have a negative or a positive effect only true for to say

His bad experiences as a child as an adult he does not re-enact

Not all abused children become abusive parents happens to be a fact.

A Good Fellow

He is a good fellow for to give him his due

And to his higher self he does try to live true

One of the nicest people on his side of the town

In his words he never puts anyone down

He performs a good deed or two every day

And to help others often goes out of his way

Some joy to the lives of others he does bring

Yet his praises you will never hear many sing

Than him you could not ask for a better friend

If of help you are in need on him you can depend

Every day he does sow Karma's good seed

And for doing it of any praise he does not feel in need

A good fellow he performs a good deed or two every day

And for doing it he never receives any pay.

Leo Murphy

A down to earth fellow quite free of conceit

Leo Murphy was raised in Pound Hill in the Town of Millstreet

He lived in Laharn near Boherbue for most of his life 

Where he raised his children with Eileen his wife

A likeable fellow in his own unassuming way

In Boherbue Cemetery his last remains lay

Not that distant in kilometres from where he first saw light of day

It is true that time on all of us has the last say

Death of all aches and cares sets everyone free

But Leo will be missed by his wife and his family and his many friends in Millstreet and Boherbue

To live an honourable life one who gave of his best

And it can be said of him that he passed the test

From Millstreet he lived in Boherbue for decades of years

Leo Murphy one worthy of life's farewell tears.

Only The Wealthy Celebrated

From the multi billionaire to the never do well

Everyone of life have their own story to tell

But only the wealthy celebrated their stories are told

And few of the homeless and hungry do live to grow old

In a World where the most celebrated  are big winners and big winners are few

That there are no stories of people not seen as important not saying what is new

For every big winner many have to lose

And winning is the thing everybody does choose

The people known Worldwide to many by name

The big winners take all of the glory and fame

In a fair Human World it would not be this way

Everybody in their life would have one glory day

But the winners are the people everyone wish of to know

And their admirers in numbers only do grow.

Life Is A Great Teacher

 I do not have to tell of any uni degrees

But i surely can tell the taste of ham from cheese

Like most has i have friends and i am not without foes

And i learn as i live this is life one suppose

I would like a little more money but i can happily live without fame

And for my lack of material wealth i only have myself to blame

We all came into life Help dependent without a penny to our name

And in death moneywise for us it will be the same

Those who tell us from life we only receive our due

In their generalising not saying what is true

This may apply to me but not to everyone

Us humans are a judgmental mob when all is said and done

As we live we learn something new every day

Life is a great teacher in truth one can say.

He Told Me

He told me of the honours in his life he has won

And of the successful professional careers of his daughter and son

I listened in silence to his life story as i would to anyone

But could not bring myself to say to him well done

Self praise is no praise happens to be true

To the first person to say this some credit is due

On him waffling on of the greatness of the self i could not feel impressed

Self delusion of importance in the ego of the self obsessed

He was under the illusion that he did impress me thought had proved him wrong

To the easy to impress sort i do not belong

I did not attempt to interrupt him left him waffle away

Silence is golden as the wise one did say

Of those into self promotion in a big way i quickly do tire

Their sort i cannot bring myself to admire

They are the loud voices where people do meet

As for attention with the like minded they do compete

He said i must go i have an appointment to keep on saying goodbye

To me a relief this i will not deny

His type are not rare in truth i can say

I meet one or two like him every day.

Your Only Link To The Past

 As long as your gift of memory you retain

Your past in your mind it will remain

Of the long gone years and the what used to be

The past does live on in your memory

Of your younger years and your loves of the past

Only the memories in you does last

Memories of what was for you of laughter and tears

Your only link now to the long gone years

The years on you are beginning to tell

Of late you have not been feeling that well

Not as healthy as you were years ago

It seems that time it has become your foe

In you only the memories are living on

Of the years ago in the long gone

And for as long as the gift of memory in you last

This will be your only link to the past.