Thursday, September 30, 2021

Conspirators

In things they write of and things they do say
Conspirators on the minds of the vulnerable prey
They do win their followers in a deceptive way
And sadly no shortage of their sort in the Human World of today
On the vulnerable they prey on their phobias and fears
By questioning the knowledge of people who have studied for years
Who did not find their knowledge on the bushes and trees
And worked their brains hard in universities for their hard earned degrees
Conspirators are manipulative and of  them it is known
That they have their negative agendas of their own
Online in their blogs on their negative promotions they dwell
They surely do not serve humanity well
In the online World some success they do find
By preying on the thoughts of the socially dissatisfied kind.

Our Memories

Wherever you go to your past goes with you
Of people you once knew and things you used to do
Our gift of memory for as long as it does last
Is our only link that we have to the past
Some memories we have give rise to regret
And though them we wish that we could forget
Despite time's erosion with us they do stay
And from our minds refuse for to go away
But our good memories joy to us always does bring
And this in itself is such a wonderful thing
When we are feeling down our spirits they raise
The happier memories of our bygone days
Our memories live in us like an unforgettable song
And wherever we go to with us they go along.

John's Grand Final Day

For winners there has to be losers it is this way
And it is all about winning on Grand Final Day
What is all the excitement about John who doesn't like football say
To watch grown men chasiing one ball people lots of money pay
And one does have to wonder what are they shouting about
That football fans can be addictive does go without doubt
But as John does say it is each to their own
As a spoilsport why should i wish to be known
It seems a bit churlish of me after all
To begrudge them their joy on their big day of football
John is not watching on t v the big game today
Not interested in sport in any sort of a way
With his wife in the park watching their young children play
It is each to their own only true to say.

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

What Is Worth A Fight

Why ask me about what is worth a fight
For when it comes to blows there is no wrong or right
And only ugliness to see in a brawl
Though some will tell you that this is human after all
Every day in disagreements people lose their life
In the foulest way often by gun or by knife
For to lose one's life in such a horrible way
Though in the World such things happen every day
When it comes to death by means of foul play
There is only wrong in truth one can say
In a horrible way for one for to die
To say otherwise would only be for to lie
In violence there is never a wrong or a right
My answer when you ask me what is worth a fight?

The Conceited One

A hero to many you well may be
And you are one who has made your own history
As an International athlete you have won renown
The greatest ever by far in your hometown
Though you are a great athlete and many know you by name
It has gone to your head all of the glory and fame
And that fame can be an ego booster does seem true to say
With you anyhow it does seem this way
You are handsome, young and tall and quick on your feet
And against the best in the World with success you compete
Suppose it is hard to stay humble when you are admired Worldwide
It is true that humility by fame can be destroyed
That you are coneceited the two for this mostly to blame
Is your ego and the one known mostly as fame.

The Claramore Rill

In fancy i hear it the Claramore Rill
Flowing down from the higher ground it's tongue never still
In Claraghatlea fields babbling night and day
Flowing to the rivers to the sea far away
Old memories live on as a source of joy
Catching minnows in jam jars in Summer as a boy
Just for the fun of it and in the rill set them free again
Of Summers long gone the good memories remain
Going back the years this now seems long ago
And time that ages all life has become my foe
But the waterways that inspire the writers of song, story and rhyme
Forever flow on through the decades of time
And in fancy i can hear the Claramore Rill
With the babbling tongue that is never still.

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

On Land Ownership

My thoughts on land ownership many would dismiss as wrong
But i ask how can you own something that you to does belong?
In some form or other in truth one can say
To Mother Earth who feeds us we will return to one day
To prove ownership of your land you have your paper deed
In the book of human written law this is all the proof you need
But any words in this legal document does not say
That your land is still yours beyond your life's final day
You cannot take your property with you when from life you have passed away
Your home and your property as they are will stay
And the deed to the land you once owned will be in another name
And life in the World will go on as the same
We are part of the Earth though many would see this as wrong
And how can we own to what we do belong?

Without Secrets To Hide

To them it surely is a sense of pride
Those in the World without secrets to hide
From anybody though they are of the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
Without secrets to keep how lucky they must be
Though they are of a tiny minority
One can say of them in a class of their own
All things about them to everyone known
Free of corruption and any sort of deceit
Though one without secrets i have yet for to meet
So many people with secrets to keep
Due to guilt of the mind every night losing sleep
Lucky are those without secrets to hide
They are the rarest of the rare Worldwide.

Treat Every Day

Treat every day as if it were your last and one day you will be right
For you too will die as sure as day follows night
Make the most of your time since for none it does wait
And when having a bad day with hope do keep faith
Your dreams for you may not come true
And better from life you may feel is your due
But why blame it on life for your every bad day
Life can be what you make of it as some does say
Of late you may be coping with a lot of stress
But be grateful for life the greatest gift you possess
Things may get better for you in the days ahead
But there is no future for anyone who is dead
Laugh and the whole World will laugh with you
Just an old saying that remains ever true.

Monday, September 27, 2021

Big Ed

Big Ed loves his two year old twin daughters Miranda and Jane and their mother Kate his wife
He says he feels blessed to have them in his life
A fellow who works hard for his every pay
He cycles to and from work every day
One of those good people who firmly believe
That you must know how to give if you wish to receive
One of the nice people of his side of the town
In his words one who never puts anyone down
He is one who has in him a whole pile of good
And would help one in trouble if he possibly could
In his mid twenties he still seems quite young
Though a good living person one of the unsung
Great wealth in life is not Big Ed's desire
And in him there is quite a lot to admire.

Francis Ledwidge

Ireland has lost one of it's great poets Lord Dunsany did say 
At news of the death of Francis Ledwidge in a war far away
The Poet of The Blackbird for him an often used name
His memorable poems are his legacy to his enduring fame

To the lovers of lyrical poetry his marvellous poems he did bequeath
This young man from Slane in the midlands of Ireland in the County of Meath
As a poet of life, people, love and Nature of his time one of the best
His poetry has withstood time the greatest test

Francis Ledwidge was a natural original poet his type as ever rare
Referred to by some as the Irish John Clare
Of the English speaking World one of the great young lyrical poets of his time
On his twenty ninth year he died far from home in his physical prime

War at a young age robbed Ireland of a great poet
His name lives today as one worthy of literary note
His early passing from life had his fans in tears
His poems have outlived him by a century of years.

Octogenarian Steve

Octogenarian Steve will be eighty one next May
It is only the fear of death keeps me living he say
A natural burial or cremation he does not care either way
He is not looking forward to his life's departure day

A grandfather long divorced from his wife Tess
His marriage to her did not end in happiness
Tess has remarried Steve lives on his own
And of better and healthier times he has known

One of the elder citizens of his side of the town
Steve says were i born into life as a horse by now i would have been put down
With a heart pacemaker helping to keep him alive
He says time has stripped him of his sexual drive

Gray haired and balding the years on him show
Years ago fit and healthy time has him walking slow
His last partner Joan left him five years ago
She now is the lover of his former friend Joe

He has turned eighty his better days long gone
It is his fear of death that keeps Steve living on
Handsome, brown haired, tall and athletic in his physical prime
One more who has become a victim of time.

Sunday, September 26, 2021

The Love Of Your Dog For You

The love of your dog for you is unconditional of this we are aware
But unconditional love between humans one can say is quite rare
Than your dog you do not have a truer friend
She or he will love you until their life's end
In the eyes of your dog you are one who is great
When you come home from work it greets you at the gate
With a wagging tail you so happy to see
Your dog the one who admires you most in the family
A woman may lose the love of her husband and a man may lose the love of his wife
But the love of your dog for you is a love that's for life
For a few feeds and kind words every day your dog such love to you give
Yes your dog will love you for as long as it does live
With wagging tail when you come home from work greeting you by the gate
Is the one who admires you as a true great.

Otha Akoch

Tall and dark and athletic looking quite a handsome man
A former refugee from far off Sudan
One of the best loved people in the Warrnambool of today
Otha Akoch is quite a charming fellow of him one can say
Otha is one who has come up the hard way
Hard work and perserverance eventually their own dividend does pay
He and his wife Charity and their three sons welcomed by the people of Warrnambool as their own
In the south west Victoria coastal City they are loved and well known
There is an old saying cannot keep a good person down
This applies to all people and races of black, white and brown
What we put into life in return we receive
The truth in this one can say is not hard to believe
Otha Akoch one example of this a Warrnambool City Councillor today
It is true that honesty and hard work it's own dividend does pay.

They Are Lucky Not To Realize

The black three year old angus do not realize
That soon they are due for a horrible surprise
Their short life for them will soon come to an end
To be sold by the farmer to be slaughtered their untrustworthy friend

Little realizing that death from them is not far away
Chewing their cuds on the lush grass contented they do lay
Fat  and healthy from eating nutritious young grass in their physical prime
They are lucky not to realize they are running out of time

Their days are numbered for them sad to say
But they seem contented and happy today
Animals do not have a concept of death it is obviously clear
And they are far better off not knowing that their end it is near

Most cattle are only value for their meat
And sold by the farmers at a financial profit for us meat eaters to eat
But unlike us humans they do not have a concept of death which is obviously clear
And they are lucky they  do not realize that their end to them is near.

Saturday, September 25, 2021

For Spring In September

For Spring in September a wintery day
A chill in the wind blowing uphill from the bay
That is soughing in the branches of the eucalypt trees
On a chilly weather temperature high of only five degrees
Yet the green paddocks resplendent in their flowers of the Spring
And the male blackbirds proclaiming their nesting borders do sing
And the warbling of the birds who sing every day of the year
Of the magpies in the wind and cold showers a joy for to hear
Weatherwise the weather can be unpredictable in early Spring it does seem this way
But in time this does not last long in truth one can say
And when the Nesting birds are singing it is obviously clear
That far warmer days to the Spring must be near
A snap back to winter in truth one can say
A windy, cold and showery September day.

You Feel That From Life

You feel that from life better things you are due
But not everyone lives to see their dreams come true
Dreams seldom come true as the wise one does say
Far more losers than winners life works in this way

Few do wish to know of the financially down
And far more losers than winners in every town
The word loser has a stigma attached to it that none wish to own
It is something that anyone would not desire of to own

It is not saying anything in any way that is new
That those without a dream in life are of the few
Dreams give people hope for in life to carry on
And that tough times from them may soon be gone

Your journey in life for you has been rough
And financially you are one who is doing it quite tough
One can only hope for you that your dreams will come true
Since of better things from life you are long overdue.

Though I May Never

Though i may never see the old Boggeraghs again
The accent of Duhallow in me does remain
Except for the memories this is all of the past i retain
And why i have lost my nostalgia beyond me to explain
In the old fields just west of the Town of Millstreet
I may never more walk to where the waterways meet
Or on an evening in Spring in a field near River Finnow
Hear the soft lowing to her calf of a cow
It was my yearn for travel that took me away
From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day
In Claraghatlea a short walk to the Claramore Rill
With the babbling tongue that is never still
Only memories and the accent remain with me today
Of a place that i lived in from here far away.

Friday, September 24, 2021

At Sting Ray Bay

The white waves splash on the beach at Sting Ray Bay
On a Sunday afternoon in September a blustery day
The wildness of Winter linger to the Spring
For the time of year not an unusual thing
A sight of natural beauty only true to say
In the deeper waters gannets diving for prey
To catch small saltwater fish from a great height they dive
In Nature all creatures have their own ways to survive
My worth as a writer i feel reason to doubt
But everyday in Nature something to write about
The silver gulls eating sea lice on the kelp on the shore
There must be one hundred of them there or more
The sun in the grey clouds is hidden away
On a blustery afternoon at Sting Ray Bay.

The Gift Of Life

The gift of life comes to us by circumstance
And in the living of it for us no second chance
Is there life for the soul post bodily death 
Or does it die with us in our life's final breath?
What happens to the soul after bodily death a mystery
At least anyhow this is how it is with me
Though many believe the soul never die
What is true to one to another is a lie
Cannot say of a World where angels do dwell
Only know that the poor do live in earthly hell
To sever life their greatest gift some do decide
And in their dark moods end it in the act of suicide
But since the longest lived human life in time not that long a span
Try to live on for as long as you can.

It Is Only saying Something

It is only saying something that happens to be so
The one who does not have a friend does not have a foe
And the one with many friends is not without an enemy
Life does work in this way is how it seems to be
You may be the most popular person on your side of the town
But always a few in their words to verbally put you down
Though popular your praises not everyone sing
For you to have a few critics seems a natural thing
And despite your popularity you are not without some flaw
For imperfection is part of natural human law
Lucky in some ways are those who are not well known
At least it does seem that their lives are their own
If you have many friends you have enemies too
Not everyone does think highly of you.

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Serena Trencher On Zoom

Good again to see Serena Trencher on zoom after many a year
And so good again her marvellous laughter to hear
A fun person to know of in truth one can say
Though quite attractive quite down to earth in her own humorous way

She introduced us to her dog Harley his muzzle now gray
Quite a beautiful dog though long past his prime day
A man or woman may lose the love of their partner or husband or wife
But the love of your dog for you is a love that's for life

Serena though beyond her physical prime
Remains rather beautiful despite the passing of time
And that bubbling laugh of her's is so very profound
The joy she has in her she shares it around

Though a successful business person not snobbish in any way
As she was years ago she is today
People like Serena others of wish to know
As one can say of her she has the inner glow

At parties years ago always a welcome sight
Serena never failed to bring joy to our night
Of the praises of people like her many happy to sing
Since laughter with her to everywhere she goes she does bring

Serena with her laughter lifts the veil of gloom
So good again to hear her laughing on zoom
The one in her presence who could not manage a smile
Must believe living life is not really worthwhile.

Of Nature We Learn

If open to learning in truth one can say
Of Nature we learn something new every day
And the more we learn of her the more we come to realize
That of her we know little this not a surprise
Students of Naturec will tell you that her lessons are not in the few
And every day from her they learn something new
Those open to learning knowledge from her receive
And her lessons are infinite those who love her believe
There is so much in Nature for one to admire
The artists and writers to sketch and write of her she does inspire
Yet the more we learn of her the more we realize so little of her we know
And our wonderment of her never ceases to grow
Of Nature we learn something new every day
We never stop learning it does seem this way.

The Losers Are Many

Since there is a stigma attached to it is obviously clear
The fear of failure to many people is an understandable fear
Some they were in school with know of material success
And with their lifestyle many impressionable people of the town do impress
But those who drive to and from work in a second hand car
On the ladder of success have not climbed far
And for their children's birthdays can only afford a very cheap toy
But then as is said of comparison it is the thief of joy
In a World where people every day for success do compete
None wish to be known as the poorest on their street
The accumulation of money always seems to lead to success and fame
And only the wealthy are known to many by name
In a Human World where many compete for success every day
The losers are many in truth one can say.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Will Never Be

In drought ravaged regions of the World people are dying of malnutrition today
And that the wealthy are getting wealthier and the poor are getting poorer does seem a sad thing for to say
Those who promote egalatarianism for what they stand for some credit are due
But sadly they will not live to see for what they do wish for come true
It is true death makes us all equal and this in itself not a lie
But it will not be of malnutrition that a wealthy person of will die
In a fair Human World anyone would not be hungry and homeless and live as a Stateless refugee
And none would be deprived of their human rights and of persecution live free
In a World where money speaks every language the social gap is growing ever wide
And only the wealthy and famous seem to have a god on their side
In the Human World for one for to win big so many are destined for to lose
And losing is a thing anyone does not choose
Those who promote equality between people deserve praise for a great idea
But on their behalf this does seem wishful thinking for what they wish for will never be.

We Can Be Quite Judgmental

We can be quite judgmental is how it seems to be
If we only look for flaws in others then flaws we do see
Those into self improvement some credit are due
Since to their higher self they are trying to live as true
In some of their ways the judgmental are small
Since their idea of a fair go does not include all
Into comparing people does seem their thing
Of the praises of the wealthy and famous they do love to sing
Whilst they derive great pleasure on verbally putting down
Those doing it tough on their side of the town
When you are into comparing of people it would seem true to say
That from your higher self you are further away
Than those who on their own flaws concentrate
And on so doing the foundation for a better self does create.

Based On A Lie

The praises of youth by many are sung 
But it is surely a fallacy only the good do die young
Since so many good people do live to die old
And the stories of their lives deserve to be told
So many good people from their hometown never travelled far
And in their younger years never fought in a war
Though good and honourable people in their own way
They are not the admired of the World of today
The wealthy and famous so many admire
And just to be like them in life their desire
It has never been a World  for the poor after all
Their names never seen as worthy of recall
But that the good only die young is based on a lie
Since many good people of old age do die.

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

It Was My Yearn For Adventure

It was my yearn for adventure that brought me far south
Of the fields of the rooks and waterways of the brown trout
That absence makes the heart grow fonder with me not this way
In Millstreet i would be a stranger to many today
Time that ages all life has become my foe
I last looked on the Boggeraghs thirty four years ago
The children who were born into life back then
Nowadays are middle aged women and men
Since time brings with it changes in truth one can say
The Duhallow i knew to me would look different today
And to most Duhallow people i would be one from elsewhere
A time worn stranger from the World out there
In this southern place the years are showing on me
And i only have memories of the what used to be.

Praed

An English politician and a legendary poet
His words live as worthy of literary note
There is truth in that writers are born not made
One example of this was Winthorp Mackworth Praed

He died in his thirty eight year in his writing prime
His memorable rhyming poems have withstood the test of time
One of the best of his era of him one can say
With words he was one who surely had a way

An oroginal writer with a style of his own
Over time the fans of his poetry in numbers have grown
Writers opf such originality to say the least rare
With the best of his time he was one to compare

His poetry once read you will visit again
Once a Praed fan as a fan you will remain
In his poems humor and pathos and originality
All of the human feelings in them to see

Without his name to it a poem of Praed's you would know
Fans of his poetry in numbers through the decades do grow
His memorable poems have withstood the time test
And of his era he was one of the best.

Just For The Love Of Doing It

Just for the love of doing it i write rhymes every day
Without any hope of fame for doing it or money for pay
I used to love reading rhymes as a young boy
And writing them today i thoroughly enjoy
Just one with rhyming words who does love to play
If i did not enjoy doing it i would give it away
There are many like me in every village and city and town
Who write for the love of it not for money or literary renown
Far easier ways than writing for to make for yourself a name
Few literary millionaires who know of widespread fame
And though my worth as a writer i have reason to doubt
No shortage of material for to write rhymes about
Something i just enjoy doing i write every day
Without any desire for fame or for pay.

Monday, September 20, 2021

An Aged Migrant

For what used to be he has shed his last tears
He has not been in his hometown for fifty five years
An octogenarian great grandfather the hair on his balding head silver gray
He is one who has known of a far better day
Growing old without a partner divorced from his wife
One of the town's aged migrants without love in his life
He says from my first hometown i have been too long away
And no one would know of me back there today
Here i have friends and to many i am known
And i never feel lonely though i live on my own
Twice a week with his mates he plays bowls in the bowling club
And on Saturday evening at the local pub 
He is happy to be part of the hour of song
And always joins in the chorus of the sing along.

Man And Dog

He looked like one who was not enjoying his day
When i said hello to him he had nothing to say
No room for a smile on his rather stern face
In his mind for joy perhaps not any space

His dog a black labrador in a gesture of friendship with a wagging tail said hello
Unlike his master who ignored me as if i were his foe
The dog unlike his owner seemed happy in his friendly way
He wagged his tail at me wishing me a good day

Perhaps the man did have problems in his life
Maybe this morning he had an argument with his partner or wife
And on his problems he did silently brood
And for talking to anyone he was not in the mood

The dog wagged his tail at the sound of my voice
But his master in any way did not seem nice
Perhaps things in his life were not going okay
And he was not in the mood for smiling today

Mary Frances McAuliffe Buckley

As Mary Frances McAuliffe in Millstreet she first saw light of day
And in Dromcolloher as Mary Frances Buckley she passed away
Survived by her children and grandchildren and her husband Mossie and her sister Ann
She breathed her last in her late sixties in human years not that long a span
Mary Frances was one who made many a friend
And sad to learn her life's journey for her has come to an end
A kind and gentle person of her one can say
And respect to her memory as a good person all who knew her does pay
One who to her higher self in life did live true
And credit to her for this is her due
Her passing from life did not go without tears
And in all who knew her good memories of her will live on for years
Hope Mary Frances parting from life for her was a painless release
In life she was one who with all lived in peace.

Sunday, September 19, 2021

One Without A Tribe

He is not looked upon as a marvellous success
And he feels no desire anyone to impress
Of his praises you never hear anyone sing
He is just one of those who does his own thing
And yet one of the kindest on his side of the town
Always willing to help those in life who are down
The recognition he never receives that should be his due
Since to his higher self he is one who is true
Not a member of any sporting or community or sporting club
And he is never seen at the local pub
One without a tribe of him one can say
Yet for a better World for some to live in his part he does play
Not seen as one of the town's successful people of today
But to help those doing it tough he often goes out of his way.

Sameness Never Bring

One person's weed to another is a rose
Each to their own thinking one has to suppose
The one great to you may not be so to me
In different eyes difference we do see
Even those of similar thinking on all things do not agree
But then if we all agreed on all things how boring we would be
Those who think differently to the majority may be looked on as strange
But they can be the instigators in their communities of change
On their ideas many never fail to cast doubt
But it is by them and their ideas change for the better does come about
It is those outside the tribe in their ideas to change leads the way
Change comes from those who are different in truth one can say
Of the praises of sameness you may hear many sing
But change for the better sameness never bring.

James Stephens

James Stephens was an Irish novelist and poet
In his time one lauded as worthy of literary note
One of his novels a best seller known as 'A Crock Of Gold'
In a single year thousands of copies sold

His poetry to his fans as a source of joy does remain
The humor in some of his poems infectious you read them again
Though perhaps his best known poem sad known as 'The Snare'
With the best of it's time it surely does compare

From life James Stephens passed many years ago
That his literary works remain underrated happens to be so
With words he was one of those who had a way
And his writing is popular with some today

A writer whose words could make you laugh or move you to tears
The best of his writing has outlived him by years
His literary legacy to his fans remains loved and known
And his style of writing has him in a class of his own.

Saturday, September 18, 2021

Women's Bodily Image Problems

Many women have bodily image problems there is some truth in that
Some feel they are too thin and others feel they are too fat
The reason that many women do go on a diet
Is because of body image not because of loss of appetite
For women appearance worries judgmental men mostly to blame
Though there are other reasons that one could name
Why some women with their physical appearance are never satisfied
And another one surely is feminine pride
For the admiration of males women with each other compete
Body language on display when some women in public do meet
Most women in them harbour a secret desire
That for their beauty males them do admire
When it comes to body image most women feel the same
And for this judgmental males are not without blame.

No Longer New

The big story of the twenty first century is no longer new
When so much death and suffering was caused by the unworthy few
Who flew the planes into the Twin Towers in New York City twenty years ago
Something that has changed the course of human history or it would seem so
Where so many good people died in the foulest way
And those who did survive are suffering today
Because of these terrible acts by a few evil men
So many good people have died in wars since then
Since September the eleventh two thousand and one many Seasons in time have gone
But the memory of that black day for humanity lives on
When New York was attacked and dreams were destroyed
And close to three thousand people in the foulest way died
The pilots of the Twin Towers mass murders unworthy of mention by name
Only brought on themselves and their families shame.

On Fame

A big responsibility comes to you with fame
When so many people do know you by name
One of the few known of and admired far beyond your hometown
And your fame has transcended the local renown
So many of the famous too many to name
Who became tainted people and ended their days in shame
Though for awhile they basked in the glory of what in life they desired
But they ended up in the no longer admired
The used to be famous are not of the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
And though wealth and fame are the things that most would choose
Those who do have them have most to lose
Fame it will enhance your public esteem
But it does not come without responsibility is how it does seem.

Friday, September 17, 2021

Lucky The Non Heroes

We make heroes of men who have been dead for years
Whose deaths at a young age left their parents in tears
They died under enemy gunfire for their Country's flag
A noble death is always seen worthy of a brag
Their heroic deaths others to die like them inspire 
So many do need war heroes to admire
We are told they should be remembered as they died brave and young
And they do not deserve to be of the unsung
In death their own history by them has been made
By patriots from the memory not allowed for to fade
So many dead heroes every war does create
Many do not survive to enjoy hero worship among those who tempt fate
The war that made them heroes they did not survive
But lucky the non heroes they are alive.

A Divorced Grandmother

Many years ago she was the pride of the town
When her shoulder length hair was wavy and brown
But nowadays she uses brown hair dye for to cloak her gray
And anti ageing creams to smooth time's wrinkles away
Divorced from her husband of many years
He often bashed her and their children and often had them in tears
Ten years ago she left him she is now on her own
And since then contentment of mind she has known
A grandmother in her sixties the town's most beautiful in her physical prime
Though this is going back a few decades in time
For her age she is one quite attractive to behold
Time as is said leaves the finest looking old
One i do know of but do not see every day
Quite a friendly person in her own quiet way.

A Loner

Since he is one who does like doing his own thing
Of his praises you never hear anyone sing
As a sportsman or sports fan or as an entertainer not known
He is one who does have a mind of his own
Not a member of any community club
And he does not have any mates to drink with in the local pub
Those who do know of him say he is ordinary
Since he does seem to enjoy his own company
But he is not totally friendless of him one can say
One young woman she loves him in quite a big way
In him she has found the great love of her life
She even hopes one day to become his wife
Since he is not a member of any tribe
A Loner the best way of him to describe.

Thursday, September 16, 2021

In The Quiet Countryside

In the quiet countryside in the moonlight
A boobook owl is calling in the still of the night
The small birds roosting in the bushes near
Awake to the voice of a bird they do fear
With their tiny hearts beating in fright
To seek a safer shelter they take to flight
Nature with them her knowledge does share
And warns them of those that they ought to beware
They know the brown owl who roosts in the day
Their sort do seek at night on to prey
Quite spooked with a boobook owl calling nearby
To seek safer shelter they quickly do fly
A full moon is shining in the starry sky
As a boobook owl mopoke mopoke does cry. 

Life Is A Book Of Knowledge

 Life is a book of knowledge only true for to say
And we learn as we live something new every day
We have our good days and bad days it works in this way
And for our every mistake always some price to pay
Those who believe they know everything are lucky indeed
Of any more knowledge they are not in need
That knowledge is infinite the point they do miss
But then as is said ignorance can be bliss
The more we do learn the more we realize
That we do know so little this not a surprise
We age rather quickly beyond our physical prime
So much for to learn in so little time
That life is a book of knowledge as a truism does remain
The meaning in this it's own self does explain.

Just Another Saturday

Just another Saturday and you feeling quite tired
And to do anything you do not feel inspired
Your children in the lounge room with their toys do play
Whilst you on the couch in a lethragic mood lay

Your wife preparing lunch in the kitchen though you do not feel hungry today
Just tired from a week of working hard for your pay
Too tired to go for a walk or even watch t v
Only on Saturday and Sunday to rest you are free

With a wife and children to support in a financial way
That life is not always easy only true to say
During the week at work much energy you expend
And you always look forward to your restful weekend

At work you expend most of your energy
And you look forward to the weekend since for rest you are free
Your children in the lounge room with their toys do play
Whilst stretched on the couch lethargic you lay

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

You Hang In There

In life you may be losing but you hang in there
Giving up on hope will not get you anywhere
As is said everything comes to those who do wait
Success eventually does come to those who keep faith
In life if you feel you cannot win then you surely will lose
Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
But if you hang in there when you are financially down
And in life doing it quite tough on your side of the town
Though doing it tough in life and struggling to cope
You are one who refuses for to give up on hope
Eventually things will change for you luck will come your way
Though it has been a long time since you have known of a good day
Though life on you of late has been quite tough
But you believe if you keep trying you will prove good enough.

Wisdom

The wise are not many as we have been told
Few do grow wise though all do grow old
Though they have been living for decades of years
Not many wise old blokes or old dears
That wisdom does not have an age to it happens to be true
I have known a few wise young people for to give them their due
The wise of the World as they ever were are rare today
This is how it is and will always be this way
Far more knowledgeable than wise people is how it seems to be
The wise of the World always a minority
A poorly educated person in other ways can be quite wise
Wisdom and knowledge are different as most would realize
Wisdom is a wonderful gift of the few
And this is not saying anything that is new.

The Impressionable

Some people are not very hard to deceive
The most outrageous lie they will even believe
The most deceptive of people they are known to admire
And to be like them even harbour a secret desire
Those who want to spread an untrue story of a recent success
Have their broadcasters in those easy to impress
The untrue story among others they will share around
One reason why so many falsehoods among the public abound
It is not saying anything that is in any way that is new
That the impressionable people of the World are not of the few
The upholders of class distinction and autocracy
They give power to the people who for others create poverty
A blatant lie they will even believe
The people who are not that hard to deceive.

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

In Politics Honesty Does Not Pay

It is not saying anything in any way that is new
That the honest and honourable politicians are of the few
In politics it does seem honesty does not pay
Politics is not the most honourable of professions in truth one can say
Not many honest politicians in any parliament today
But having said this in politics it has always been this way
Most politicians one can say in truth telling do not believe
And those who take them in their words are not hard to deceive
Their political opponents they lampoon and their own praises they like to sing
With most politicians power is their thing
The most successful of politicians are not high on trust
In politics it does not pay to be just
Not the most honourable of professions in truth one can say
In politics honesty does not seem to pay.

Of Every Human Friend

Of every human friend Mother Earth is in need
In our abuse of her for our financial gain we well may succeed
For future generations of people make life very tough
In a World where survival for many is now hard enough
In our abuse of her for our financial gain
On the Earth that does feed us we are causing great strain
for our greed the people of the future will pay
We are not laying the foundation for the betterment of future generations in our environmental behaviour today
The Earth is for us to live on and with other creatures to share
But due to Climate Change and the destruction of natural habitat many creatures becoming rare
The first silent Spring for us in time may not be far away
And this is a sad thing for to have to say
Though on our very survival on her we depend
We do not treat our Earth Mother as a friend.

Those Open To Learning

Those open to learning never stop learning in truth one can say
And learn as they live something new every day
Many knowledgeable people will tell you of how little they do know
And with learning their sheer love of knowledge does grow 
Though the praises of genuises many may sing
The one not born yet who does know everything
That humility can come with knowledge in many cases true
And those who share their knowledge with others some credit are due
Old words of wisdom well worthy of recall
That those who believe they know everything have nothing to learn at all
That ignorance can be bliss does go without doubt
Of learning from life they have opted out
On your last day in school learning for you did not end
We never stop learning why otherwise pretend.

Monday, September 13, 2021

Laughing Jimmy

Wherever he is joy seems to abound
As he brings it with him and shares it around
Laughing Jimmy the nickname that he is known by
The happy go lucky tag to him apply
He always seems happy he never seems down
The happiest man on his side of the town
The joy that is in him with others he share
The Laughing Jimmys of the World are rare
One can say of him he has the inner glow
And of his sort of person others wish to know
Gray haired and balding in his early sixties without a parrtner or wife
He is one who does not have a care in his life
At the local pub on Saturday evening he tells funny stories and sings many a humorous song
And he has others laughing and with him singing along.

Of Nature

If i could describe the natural beauty in words on paper i see around me every day
I would be a poet of sorts of me one might say
And though the need for literary recognition is beyond my desire
Of singing  Nature's praises i for one cannot tire
Though my wonderment of her it only does grow
Of Nature and her ways so little i can claim of to know
But the more we learn of her the more we come to realize
That of her we know little this is not a surprise
Yes so much about her remains to be known
Nature the one who has ways of her own
One can say of her there is much to admire
To write of and sketch her the writers and artists she inspire
Her wonders are many and her secrets not few
And every day of her we learn something new.

The Thought Reader

Today the beautiful young woman he met on the street
Was one for the first time he happened to meet
With brown eyes and shoulder length hair wavy and brown
One who was a stranger to his side of the town

She asked him for directions to the library they chatted for awhile
This beautiful woman with warmth in her smile
As lovely as he had met or seen for sometime  
Perhaps in her mid twenties in her physical prime

Of her to join him in a coffee the thought it did cross his mind
For as well as being beautiful she seemed nice and kind
Of forming an intimate relationship with her his hopes did rise
But as well as being beautiful she was perceptive and wise

As if his very thoughts she was able to read
She made sure that their chat for him to nothing would lead
She said thanks for telling me where the library is i must say goodbye
As my husband is waiting for me in the car nearby

Many women can be perceptive in truth one can say
That she had been reading his thoughts it did seem this way
Since she realized that a love interest in her he did show
That she was spoken for she was letting him know.

Sunday, September 12, 2021

Not Hard To Deceive

Some people are not that hard to deceive
On negative online scare mongering they do believe
Of vaccination against  COV I D is their latest fear
The people who believe every negative thing they read of or hear
Anti vaccinators online their stories of COVID vaccinations have spread
That some who have been vaccintated have become ill or are dead
Very few have died of blood clots from vaccinations in truth one can say
Whilst it is mostly the non vaccinated who are dying or die of COVID every day
Online scare mongering nowadays is quite an in thing
Any positivity to the World in their published words they never do bring
They are not performing a good service to humanity
And do convince with their lies a credulous minority
Suppose you only believe what you want to believe 
And some people they are not that hard to deceive.

The Now Is What Matters

The past of the what was just a memory
And the future to everyone a mystery
We can only live in the now in truth one can say
The now is all that matters and the now is today
We are born to mortality why otherwise pretend
And life's journey for all of us comes to an end
That death treats people as equal is not a lie
And the longer you live the sooner you will die
The now is what matters is how it seems to be
Though many with this would surely disagree
Suppose we all look at life in our own ways differently
And what is true to you may not be so to me
But despite what many may think or may say
The now is what matters and the now is today.

Birdsland In September

In South Belgrave from here far away
The wild birds are singing in Birdsland today
In September in the early days of the Spring in fancy the grey butcherbird i do hear
His bubbling notes so melodious and clear
At this time of year none to him a friend
With aggression his nesting borders he defend
High on a eucalyptus tree in a cavity
A pair of white crested cockatoos have a young family
These often noisy birds live to die very old
A century of living or so we are told
In the grey of the twilight the wombat from her burrow with her young one venture out
to eat grass and teach her juvenile what wombat life is all about 
In Birdsland from here by roadway quite far
Close to a six hour journey without stopping by car.

Saturday, September 11, 2021

The Man Who Loves Nature

Not mentally well the doctor of him did say
The man who loves Nature is in a mental institution today
It was the removal of trees on his side of the town
That mentally plagued him and caused his nervous breakdown
It upset him so much that his own life he tried to take
So he is in an asylum for his mental health sake
His great love of Nature has been his mental downfall
The destruction of natural habitat for wildlife mentally upsetting to many after all
The destruction of the Earth for human financial gain has upset him in a big way
The reason he is in a mental home today
To the anti development movement he is a big loss
His great love of Nature has become his mental cross
Of the destruction of the natural environment for financial gain
Is a huge cause for worry as a fact does remain
For his own safety he has been locked away
He is in a mental institution today.

Narcissism And Self Love

Those who have love in them have love for to share
And of the needs of others are always aware
Genuine love of self to the love of others gives rise
From the long gone years of one who was wise
Those who associate narcissism with love of self have got it all wrong
As to any form of love narcissim does not belong
Narcissism is only found in the self obsessed
Those who with only the needs of the self are possessed
The people who do not have light in their soul
To overcome their obsession with self seems beyond their control
For to have feelings for others themselves they cannot bring
Of their own praises they only feel happy to sing
Narcissism and self love not related in any way
They are very different in truth one can say.

On Nature And Mother Earth

The beauty in Nature is a beautiful thing
A Spring without birdsong would not be a Spring
A poor World to live in without the pollinating bees
For to pollinate flowering bushes and trees
Nature to Mother Earth the greatest friend
In providing for all living life forms including us humans on each other depend
Together they combine in growing food for all
Life forms of the Earth from the great to the small
A greedy minority rob billions of people of joy
When the beauty created by Nature and Mother Earth for their financial gain they destroy
As good living people the test they do fail
Far better than they are languishing in jail
Some of us humans to Nature and Mother Earth not a good friend
Though on our very existence on them we depend.

Friday, September 10, 2021

You Can Make The World Better

There are very few who do live without sin
But you can make the World better to live in
For other people like ripples in a pond
Any improvement in you for the better yourself does go beyond
It is not the good things you do for yourself that tells of  the good in you
But the good things for others that you choose to do
Kindness has it's source of love in the individual mind
And those without love in them cannot be compassionate and kind
Narcissistic people sadly of love does not know
Since they do not have love in them any kindness or compassion to others to show
The sole needs of the self in life is their thing
Their own praises they only do love to sing
Self improvement only comes from within
And by becoming a better person you make the World better to live in.

Of Forms Of Love

Of forms of love there are far more than one
The love of a mother for her daughter or son
The love of a man for the love of his life
Which may not necessary even be his partner or wife
The love of a woman for only one man
Who for her in his life may not have any plan
But unconditional love is only known to few
As many would tell you this is saying nothing new
Yet love in it's true form is a beautiful thing
And of it's praises one should always feel happy to sing
And it is better to fall in love and out of love fall
Than never to have known of love at all
But as many people of would be aware
Loves that last a lifetime are in the quite rare.

Some Things Have Not Changed

Since when you were younger some things have not changed since then
We still make small gods of arrogant men
Praise does swell the egos of the conceited kind
No room for humility in the narcissistic mind
Too much praise to arrogance and narcissism gives rise
Arrogant males were not born to be wise
Some men cannot handle praise well at all
Their egos swell like an overpumped ball
It can be quite a soul destroying thing fame
For their swollen egos their fans in part to blame
Some things do not change in truth one can say
Some arrogant males we treat as gods today
Suppose of narcissism humanity will never be free
This is how it is and how it always will be.

Thursday, September 9, 2021

Far Greater Than

Far greater than any other form of success
Life is the greatest gift you do possess
No greater than life seems true to say
Without it you would not be living today
No greater thing than it one could name
It is far greater than any money or fame
Some may well tell you of glory in death
But the bravest does fight for their last living breath
Though hope for a future in them all but gone
In the terminally ill the desire to live does live on
Of the praises of a noble death many may sing
But the great gift of life is such a wonderful thing
Far greater than any other form of success
A greater gift than anyone can wish to possess.

A Former Beauty

Long before time it did become her foe
But going back the years this now seems long ago
When her shoulder length hair was wavy and brown
She was admired as the pride of the town

A brown eyed young beauty in her phjysical prime
Among the local young women the finest of her time
Sought after as a wife or a partner by many local young men
But none of them seemed good enough for her then

Without children or a husband or a partner in her mid sixties with brown hair dye she cloaks her gray
And clearly she has known of a far better day
She uses anti ageing creams to keep age wrinkles at bay
But time on the finest it does have it's say

What we wish for in life we cannot always receive happens to be so
In her prime years she had many proposals of marriage but her answer to all of them was no
She thought she could do better and was waiting for mr right to come along
But thought as it often does did prove her wrong

Of true love in her life she has never known
In her mid sixties she lives on her own
In her physical prime the finest in the town
Back when her hair it was natural brown.

A Lesson Of Wisdom

A lesson of wisdom from the days of  old
The winners write the history as we have been told
And only the winners remembered by name
Their reward for winning is enduring fame

Though they may have achieved victory in the foulest way
The winners in war are remembered today
Their murderous troops guilty of many a crime
But they are remembered through the decades of time

Criminal war leaders with darkness of soul
On unarmed enemy civilians their murderous armies took toll
Today in their Countries their names on every memorial wall
It is the winners who write the history after all

The difference between winning and losing can be great
Their own history for themselves the winners create
For losers there is never a victory parade
From history they are allowed for to fade

It is the winners write the history would you not agree
This is how it is and how it always will be
The most of the glory goes to those who have won
It is a winners Human World when all is said and done.

Wednesday, September 8, 2021

It Was The Yearn For Adventure

It was the yearn for adventure that brought me far south
Of the fields of the rooks and the waterways of the brown trout
To this place of echidna and koala and wallaby and grey kangaroo
And corella and pee wee, white backed magpie and cockatoo
The old fields i loved i may never walk on again
But fond memories of them today i retain
Most of the mentors of my younger years to the forever gone
And only the memories of what was live on
In visualizations i often climb on Clara in July
On a nice Summer evening with the sun in the sky
To eat the whortleberries the blue fruits of the heather to the taste buds so sweet
Overlooking the green countryside of Millstreet
The skylark a musical speck in the sky
Was singing as up towrds the sun he did fly.

We Are Part Of Nature

We are part of Nature as much as the birds and the bees
As much as the fish or amphibians or the leaves on the trees
As mortal as all other life forms to say different is to lie
We too are born into life for to live awhile and die
Though many with  this may disagree and say it is wrong
We are born to Nature and to her we belong
And whether we are cremated or buried to decay
On some form or other we will return to her one day
Nature the goddess of Mother Earth the one who feeds us all
From the great blue whales of the oceans to the tiniest of the small
We may have great achievements but Nature's Reaper in the end
Has the final say on our lives why otherwise pretend
What applies to all life forms to us humans too does appy
And that we too are part of Nature is something we cannot deny.

Tuesday, September 7, 2021

A Relative Thing

The poor parents children young girl or boy
Get as much pleasure playing with their inexpensive toy
As the wealthy parents children playing with their expensive toys do
This is how it seems to me however about you
To enjoy themselves the poor parents children do not need expensive toys with to play
Even enjoyment can be relative it does seem this way
The poor parents child than the wealthy parents child is easier to be satisfied
That money cannot buy happiness cannot be denied
Much always wants more as the wise one does say
The truism of the past remains relevant today
Than the wealthy parents children the poor parents children their cheaper gifts appreciate
Money the need for more expensive presents in most people create
Yet the poor parents children girl or boy
Are happier than the wealthy parents children playing with their less expensive toy.

It Is All In Your Mind

It is all in your mind as the wise one did say
You are who you believe you are it works in this way
If you believe you are a failure then a failure you must be
Thoughts and words can be powerful as most would agree
On this so called ladder of success you may not have climbed far
But if you believe you are a success then a success you are
That we become our thoughts as a truism remain
The meaning in this it's own self should explain 
You will never become a winner if you are a loser in your mind
Since your idea of failure in your thinking of yourself to you are resigned
Our thoughts it is true our future for us create
Those of negative thinking will never become great
The thoughts in our minds become our destiny
And we become our thinking is how it seems to be.

Maisie

Of the good and the bad days of in life she has known
Maisie a grey haired woman who lives on her own
In her two bedroom brick unit content in her life
She will never again be another man's partner or wife
Fifteen years ago her divorce from her husband did not move her to tears
She feels she had been married to him for too many years
An octogenarian grandmother she does not look that old
For her age she is quite attractive to behold
Growing old on her own without a lover in her life
She will never again be another man's partner or wife
A likeable person in her own gentle way
She goes for a walk in the park every day
So friendly in her ways and free of conceit
As nice a person as one could wish for to meet.

Monday, September 6, 2021

Your Kindness To Others

Great honours in life you never may win
But you can make the World better to live in 
By being kind to those who of kindness are in need
For your future good Karma you can sow the good seed
It is not the good things for yourself  you do
But the good things you do for others that says more about you
As the sort of person that you truly are
It is not your material possessions or how high on the corporate ladder you have climbed far
Though many of your side of the town you may impress
The people who see the accumulation of property and money as their idea of success
Those who do good for themsel;ves and do good for others as well
Of their successfully lived lives have good stories to tell
Yes your kindness to others says more about you
As a person than the good things for yourself that you choose to do.

The First Day Of September

The first day of the southern calendar Spring
The first day of September such joy with it does bring
The sun brightly shining and warmth in the breeze
And the nesting birds singing on the bushes and trees
With such pleasant weather how can one complain
The countryside green after the recent rain
The capeweed in full bloom in petals of gold
And the daisies in the sunshine a joy to behold
Some of the best things in life as is said are free
So good to be living another Spring to see
A familiar songster for the time of year
The song of a blackbird so pleasant to hear
And on a beautiful afternoon of around nineteen degrees
The warblings of the magpies is carrying in the breeze.

Not Without Fear

Those who live to grow old are not without fear
This is something that ought to be obviously clear
For it is mostly the fearless and brave who die young
Though they never hear when their praises are sung
You do need some fear in the World to survive
The most of the fearless today not alive
Even the brave in times of danger to survive of some fear in need
That sometimes fear can be your ally is a truism indeed
To live you do need some fear though you are known to be brave
The fearless they do go to an early grave
Though of the praises of fear you will not hear many sing
For one's survival in the World it is almost a necessary thing
The fearless in the place of the forever gone
But those with some fear today are living on.

Sunday, September 5, 2021

You May Not Be

You may not be one of the wealthy and not seen as worthy of any sort of fame
One referred to as one of  the ordinary and even locally not a well known name
But the ordinary in some ways extraordinary something that ought to be understood
That those who are not looked on as worthy of admiration at doing certain things are quite good
Many people for their talents and gifts underrated and what they are good at more credit to them is due
On saying that they are of the many is only saying what is obviously true
You have heard of the quite achievers such people are not of the few
That they are never admired for what they are good at and this is not saying anything that is new
Everybody is good at doing something and talented on some sort of a way
Though they never become heroines or heroes the so called ordinary of the World of today
Many of those who have many admirers are not what they are made out to be
In some ways they are very ordinary though their fans in them their flaws cannot see
You may not be wealthy and famous and looked on as ordinary on your side of the town
But you do have your own gifts and talents though they will never win you renown.

Their Own Stories To Tell

Even those the judgmental refer to as the never do well
Of their lives do have their own stories to tell
Though their stories of their lives in their earthly hell
Will never be published in book form by publishers to sell
Of the wealthy and famous most people like reading about
Though many of them of their worth to humanity one has to doubt
Since they become self obsessed due to wealth and fame
This is what happens to many who become a known name
Their autobiographies by publishers in book form published to be sold
In this respect no change since the days of old
For money speaks every language only true to say
This is how it always was and how it is today
But in truth of life everyhody has their own story to tell
Even those referred to by the judgmental as the never do well.

Better To Live In

Praise those you feel who of your praise are due
And to the truth in a fair go for all try to remain as true
Do not discriminate, belittle or begrudge
And it is not up to you to be anyone's judge
Old words of wisdom worthy of recall
If you have nothing nice to say about someone say nothing at all
Respect to others make sure you do pay
And try to perform at least one good deed every day
Never join the judgmental of the town
On belittling the poor and financially down
Help anyone in need of your help if you possibly can
By becoming a more honourable and better living woman or man
The respect of respectful people you will win
By makling your town better to live in.

Saturday, September 4, 2021

How Nice To Wake In The Morning

How nice to wake in the morning in your room dawn's grey light
Still in the land of the living for many it was their last night
They did not wake this morning for to see the light of day
The one known as Life's Reaper a visit to them did pay
It is so great to be living for to greet another Spring
Out there in your backyard nesting songbirds chirp and sing
Though each day one nearer to youir last day  you are in your life's Fall
It is so good to be living life is so great after all
Many that you went to school with are not living today
Only earth worms are living where their last remains do lay
You have outlived many of them feeling good to be alive
The undertaker for you must wait to take you on your final drive
You are feeling well and happy and of any worries free
And dawn's grey light in your window you are rather glad to see.

Of More Environmentally Aware People

Though of more of their sort the World is in need
Those who do love Nature are blessed indeed
Mother Earth who feeds us and Nature in need of every human friend
For our very survival on them we depend
Every day to build more factories more trees for removal cut down
In the name of progress and employment on the industrial side of every city and town
The greedy and wealthy land developers are financially prospering at Nature's and Mother Earth's expense
For financial gains for a few this makes for little sense
Due to human created Global Warming and destruction of their natural habitat wildlife becoming rare
The World is in need of far more of the environmentally aware
For human progress damage to Nature and the Earth that does feed us a huge price to pay
And this seems a sad thing for to have to say
We may yet become victims of our human greed
Of more environmentally aware people the World is in need.

The Worrier

Though you are not short of money your worries are not small
But the things you most fear may not happen to you at all
Of contracting   Covid  is your latest fear
That you need something to worry about is obviously clear
Due to your fear of a blood clot against Covid you will not vaccinate
But if you do get Covid for vaccination it will then be too late
And many more people of Covid than vaccinations against it do die
The fear mongering you believe in is based on a blatant lie
That your mind is open to worry does go without doubt
When this fear of Covid passes you will have something else to worry about
You are a young person but sad for to say
You find something to worry about every day
And cancer can have it's source in unhappiness
That can come about from a build up of stress.

Friday, September 3, 2021

Failure And Success

The desire for various forms of success among people Worldwide does abound
But failure in success is often to be found
Old words of wisdom well worthy of recall
The higher you rise the further you have to fall
Stories of failure among success are not even rare
We often read of and hear of the fallen billionaire
The one many admired who no longer impress
Has fallen from the pinnacle of financial success
Where success is failure is never far away
Worldwide they interrelate every day
Many looked on as failures of success have known
The failures who once were successful in numbers have grown
Though related to each other not one of a kind
But where one is the other you will find.

On Golden Whistlers

The males not lacking in beauty of black, yellow, white and green
The females duller in their colouring birds  in south eastern Australia sometimes seen
In woodland and parks and gardens where there are trees the males for their whistling songs well known
The birds known as golden whistlers do have ways of their own
In flimsy cup shaped nest of grass on fork of branch of tree
The female lay cream brown dotted eggs of two or sometimes three
Sparrow sized birds admired for their beauty and their pleasant whistling song
Once you hear them and you see them you will never more get them wrong
They never live in large flocks in pairs or alone them i often see
It does seem golden whistlers like their own company
In their range a fairly well known species of the whistler family
Though i have yet to see them in a cage or aviary
They live on insects and spiders they find among the trees
And in Spring their ever pleasant whistling song does carry in the breeze.

You May Think

You may think that life on you is very tough
And nothing you do does seem quite good enough
For to make life for you seem a success
Yet many than you doing it harder nonetheless
What applies to everyone applies to you
You can only do the best that you can do
So many like you who feel luck is not on their side
Financially not successful though hard they have tried
But those who with hope manage to keep faith
Will learn that all things come to those who wait
If you can make the most of every day
What you wish for in life eventually may come your way
You may feel you are doing it tough but from where you live not far
There are many who are doing it tougher than you are.

Thursday, September 2, 2021

Frank Casey

 In Cloghoula in Millstreet Frank Casey first saw light of day
And in Farran with his wife Catherine he helped raise his family from his birthplace not that far away
A good person who did lead an honourable life
One loyal to his family and friends and to Catherine his wife
In his physical prime years Frank Casey was handsome dark haired and tall
For Slanan Rovers in Duhallow he played Gaelic Football
One who through the years made many a friend
Sad to learn his life's journey for him has come to an end
In making the World better to live in of him one can say
That he was one of those in this his part he did play
A successful person for to give him his due
To his higher self one who did live as true
From suffering death has brought him a release
Frank Casey the good man he now is at peace.

On The Day That Tuddy Died

The Mayor of Southern Cross and Illowa had the look of  grief as the news travelled far and wide
Of the passing of a marvellous man on the day that Tuddy died
The Mayor he spoke for everyone Tuddy in life did befriend
Who grieved the passing of a great man whose life had come to an end

He said our Tuddy gone from us never more to be seen
At Irish Festival day in Koroit Town dressed for the day in green
On stage with Tommy and Mick in their hour of Irish song
To the deceased legends of Koroit the great man now belong

The joy that Tuddy felt within with others he did share
People like he was never die they merely go elsewhere
They live again in other minds and happiness share around
For everywhere Tuddy to went joy too did abound

Though Tuddy's name may never appear on a memorial wall
In years from now those who knew him fond memories will recall
Of a kind and gentle and honest man seldom without a smile on his face
Southern Cross and Koroit with him in it was a far happier place

In the Moyne Shire in the living flesh to be seen never more
The Pacific from Tuddy claimed the life off of Killarney shore
An unkind word of anyone he was never heard to say
In Tower Hill cemetery near Koroit his remains at rest lay

The sad look on the Mayor's face said it all grief can be hard to hide
He said Tuddy has gone forever more from his home countryside
From Southern  Cross and Illowa the news travelled far and wide
Of the passing of a great man on the day that Tuddy died.

Among The Noisy Crowd

 Excitement is mounting among the noisy crowd
And both sets of supporters are hoarse from shouting loud
And all of this because of a game of football
The days of the Coliseum not over at all
The old bloke says what are they shouting about
Of the sanity of football fans one must have some doubt
From the Coliseuim times we have not come that far
Without spears or guns they are on a verbal shouting war
And what are they shouting about one has to say
Tomorrow will just be a memory of today
For the winning team and their fans a good memory for the losers not so
Feeling sad for losing the big game to a footballing foe
The old fellow was smiling with a shake of his head
It looks like the Coliseum days are still with us he said.

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

For Some Form Of Success

 For some form of personal or material success people compete with each other every day
This is how it is and it was and suppose it will always be this way
But not everyone does become as successful as they wish they will be
Of our needs of things material we will never be free
In technology and science us humans have made huge progress well worthy of recall
But the need  for material and other forms of success has not changed in us at all
It is a competitive Human World to live in this goes without doubt
Where the accumulation of property and money is what life is mostly about
But that not everyone can become a winner is only true for to say
As humanity is not designed for to work in this way
Among human beings in every Country in the World competition is rife
In this world of the homo sapiens this is part of life
Most of us have this need in us others to impress
In a Human World where many with each other compete for success.

Suicide Bombers

On all who believe differently to them they only wish on ill
And they maim and cripple for life those they do not manage to kill
The hopes and dreams of people they did not even know by them destroyed
When they die for to maim and kill others in their acts of suicide

Suicide bombers their leaders and mentors by them greatly admired
To sacrifice their lives for to kill other people by them inspired
By their so called religious teachers alive and coaching future young terrorists who will eventually reap what they sow
If the law does not catch up with them Karma surely will and any mercy to them will not show

Most people of extremist beliefs have darkness of mind
They just does not have it in them for to be compassionate and kind
They only see life in their extremist sort of a way
And to those different in belief and thinking to them any respect never pay

Suicide bombers  mentally ill people too are victims of those who have lost their humanity
In all of those who think differently to them only evil they does see
They will die as the forgotten criminals due to their crimes of shame
Since for the terrible crimes of their students they are mostly to blame.

It Is Hard To Remain Humble

Medals and prizes by you have been won
And many of your admirers say to you well done
And as well you are successful in a material way
An all round high achiever many of you does say
Your fame it has transcended local renown
And your name is known far beyond your hometown
But you seem to have grown egotistical of late
Suppose it is hard to remain humble when so many admire you as great
Yes it is hard to remain humble one has to agree
When so many people only greatness in you does see
Old words of wisdom live in memory
That fame can be a destroyer of humility
But as success goes those who climb the highest have the furthest to fall
This is something that surely does apply to all.