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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.