On Blackbirds

The familiar song of the blackbird to hear a pleasant thing

Introduced to countries Worldwide these songsters of the Spring

The male a glossy black feathered bird the mostly silent female a plain mottled brown 

In their range in south east Australia they frequent backyards in  village, city and town

In cup shaped nest in hedge or bush the female green spotted eggs does lay

Well camouflaged out of sight and well hidden away

The male a lovely singer is loved and well known

Of the turdus thrush family with a charm of their own

Though in Spring and early Summer them singing one does often hear

The males are mostly silent for eight months of the year

The flute like song of the blackbird melodious and clear

Bring memories of the homeland Spring to the migrant person near

One of the best loved songsters in Countries Worldwide

Of town parks and gardens and backyards of the countryside.

The Forever Dead

Their past is behind them for them no future ahead

They are now with Mother Earth the forever dead 

In the flesh in their towns never to be seen again

And only the memories of them now remain

Not everyone of them in life knew of wealth and renown

Though their d n a in their descendants in every village, city and town

Death is the equalizer in truth one can say

Since the monarch and the pauper become equal on their lives final day

There is no inequality where dead people lay

Since death is the equalizer it works on this way

Many of them quite talented yet nonetheless

Life was the greatest gift they did possess

And this they did lose on the day they did die

All of us born to mortality and this not a lie.

Time Does Not Wait

Time does not wait it keeps ticking away

At the stroke of midnight the past will be today

Twelve years as a child seven as a teenager and fifteen in your physical prime

Too soon it does seem we become victims of time

Youth with us it does not have a long stay

That we age rather quickly only true to say

They were in their prime fifty years ago

The elderly citizens time has become their foe

They will tell you on looking back the Seasons time did go fast

And all they now have are memories of the past

Immortality for the soul may not be based on a lie

But the human body born into life to eventually die

Tomorrow of today will be a memory

For us to reflect on of the what used to be.

By Bracken Clad Hills

By bracken clad hills from here far away

No songbirds are singing on leafless trees today

The coldness of Winter in the December breeze 

And the weather temperatures just above zero degrees

On one of the colder months of the far northern year

The cawings of the hungry rooks one often does hear

And in the farmyard sheds for Winter locked away

The cattle are bellowing for silage or hay

On the holly trees the migratory redwing thrushes the red berries eat

To their taste buds they must be quite a tasty treat

After recent heavy rain the waterways bank high flow

In weather that is cold enough for to snow

Today far north even as the migratory bird does fly

The rain clouds are gathering in the gray overcast sky.

It Was Love Of Rhyming

It was love of rhyming made a rhymer of me

And i penned my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three

When i was twenty seven a long time ago

Long before time it did become my foe

Twenty first century literary critics claim rhymers are unworthy of any literary note

And cannot even lay claim to the title of a minor poet

There were times when rhymers were of the admired of the town

But nowadays for them not even local renown

Screen writers, journalists, playwrights, modern poets, and novelists nowadays the literary in thing

And of the praises of rhymers anyone never sing

But despite what the literary critics do say

There will always be those who with rhyming words love to play

I am one of those people who enjoy penning rhyme

It is something i have been doing for quite a long time

If i did tell you differently it would be a lie

That i hope to be doing it until the day i do die.

Jim

Jim who drinks at the local pub never talks loud

Always the quiet fellow in the noisy crowd

He listens in silence whilst the others waffle away

Quiet waters run deep only true for to say

The one good at listening knowledge open to receive

And that the talkative are not good at learning one can only believe

Jim listens whilst others their own praises do sing

And are letting off verbal steam doing their own thing

He calls into the pub on his way home from work every day

Just for a few beers never for a long stay

Tall and dark haired and handsome in his early thirties in the prime of his life

With seven year old twin daughters and Kate his lovely wife

The quietest patron of the local pub Jim

And not many as wise or as knowledgeable as him.

We Learn Every Day

From other people's life stories we learn every day

We never stop learning in truth one can say

And the more you do learn the more your realization grow

That so little about life you do seem to know

Since of any more knowledge they are not in need

Those who think they know everything are quite lucky indeed

A saying from the past that is relevant today

Ignorance can be bliss as some like to say

Our lessons of life are not of the few

And we learn as we live everyday something new

When we are out walking in the park or on the street

We learn every day from the people we does meet

In life to receive we must learn how to give

And from the book of life we do learn as we live.

The Inequality Gap

When someone ask what for a living you do

Most likely this person is trying to pigeon hole you

Since people who uphold inequality among people are not of the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

In the twenty first century the inequality gap is widening by the day

And it is because of money or the lack of it that it is this way

And those with the most money the most power does command

This is something that is not hard to understand

In a Human World where many live in poverty

The majority of the wealth owned by the minority

This is how it is and how it always will be

Money it does create inequality

Some will tell you all people are equal but despite what they say

The inequality gap keeps on widening by the day

On Willie Wagtails

Once seen and once heard to recognize them you never again will fail

The willie wagtail known to some as the Australian nightingale

In a cup shaped nest of grass felted with spiders webs on fork of branch of  tree 

The female lay pink dotted pale eggs of two or three

Their nest and their young with aggression they defend

On their breeding Season they do not treat anyone as a friend

In Australian backyards quite a common sight

In Spring they can often be heard singing at night

And perhaps this is the only reason why

The nickname of Australian nightingale to them does apply

Small black and white flycatchers with ever long wagging tails

The males with white on their eyebrows distinguish them from the females

Not the finest of songsters but with ways of their own

And to most Australians they are rather well known.

The Price Of Material Success

In a World where for material and personal success people do compete

The humble quite achievers becoming harder to meet

In the twenty first century self  promotion is an in thing

And so many their own praises does love to sing

Yet so many the fruits of their material success in their lifestyles enjoy

Due to their greed for money the Planet that supports us all are trying to destroy

And to the one who supports us the wrongs for our material gains we do

Will be paid for by future generations of people and not me and you

To say to the Earth that does feed us humanity is not a friend

Is only saying what is true why otherwise pretend

Mother Earth who supplies us with our every living need

We see fit to abuse to serve our human greed

For the wrongs we are doing to our Earth Mother today

Future generations of people the price will have to pay.

Perhaps I Never More

Perhaps i never more will hear in May the chaffinch sing

Or see the wildering flowers in bloom in the old fields in late Spring

It was the yearn to travel brought me to live far south

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

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

And learning of her ways today is something i do enjoy

Of the far off bracken hills the memories do remain

And sometimes on my flights of fancy i climb on them again

And in the prime of Summer on a clear evening in July

The mottled brown lark is singing as upwards he does fly

A songster of the mountain of humans rather shy

Singing whilst ascending a musical speck in the sky

And only the memory  today i do retain

Of for me what used to be but will never be again.

Tomorrow Will Dawn

Babies are born to life and people die every day

And no one grows younger and time ticks away

That we are born to mortality is not a lie

And the longer you live the sooner you will die

Those in their physical prime a few decades ago

Are now showing their years time has become their foe

At the stroke of midnight today will be of the past

And time as ever  keeps on ticking fast

On how long we live there is no guarantee

The same for the wealthy and famous as is for you and me

The past gone forever and the future ahead

And we age rather quickly and will be forever dead

We are born to mortality when all is said and done

And tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone.

In A World Of Many Gods

Some people take their devotion to their god too far 

On those of a different god they do declare war

A war over god too hard to understand

When over god the flames of hatred are fanned

In war people over god their anger release

And in a World of many gods there will never be peace

There is only one god who is loving and kind

And this is the true god who lives in the mind

Of every compassionate person who for others does care

With love in abundance in them for to share

Between people of different religion and race they do not differentiate

A far more peaceful and better World to live in they help to create

Those who go to war for their god are of the extreme

And in them lots of improvement for the better is how it does seem.

Are You One Who Has

Are you one who has had your moments of self doubt

And asked yourself what is your life all about

Like you there are many who ask of themselves such questions every day

Self doubt is not uncommon in truth one can say

You are not the only one to question the worth of your life in the town

Many from time to time does feel mentally down

You have not been feeling too happy of late

On sadness like most moods there is a use by date

In a Human World where so many for material success compete

The challenges of life every day one does meet

To to the morals of living an honourable life you live true

You feel more recognition ought to be your due

But far greater than any other form of success 

Your life is the greatest gift you does possess.

An Earth Vandal

One of the town's wealthiest people the word has got around

He owns the big machines that dig huge holes in the ground

From damaging Mother Earth who does feed us a multi millionaire

Sadly in the twenty first century his type are not rare

Yet he is a man so many does admire

And just to be like him in life their desire

For the greed of money it is seen as okay

To damage the Earth that supports all life in the Human World of today

So little of Nature's creatures most of his sort does seem to know

They could not tell apart a blackbird from a crow

Those who love the Earth for all living things care

And of the damage some do to the Earth who feeds us for money they feel sadly aware

One of the town's wealthy people who owns the huge excavating machines his admirers not few

That many admire Earth vandals is not saying what is new.

She Said To Me

She said to me since for doing it you never receive any pay

Have you ever considered giving rhyming away

More rhymes every day you post to an internet literary site

And so few seem to bother to read what you write

Though with what she was saying i could not disagree

Her words of advice though truthful were mentally hurtful to me 

I did not argue with her left her have her say

At least for her advice i did not have to pay

She told me her advice to me was for my own good

I could have told her i was addicted to rhyming but she would not have understood

Since she is one who looks at life in a material way

And is quite judgmental like so many others in the Human World of today

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

At least for her unsolicted advice i did not have to pay.

God's Recruiter

As a recruiter for his god he has proved himself a winner

And his god he says who loves the poor also protects the sinner

The so called devout person of late some local negative press has been receiving

A few adults who had a lot to do with him as children say in his public persona he is quite deceiving 

The accusations they level against him in public he keeps on denying

His good reputation he defend by saying that they are lying

But even unproven allegations damage can do some in him are disappointed

Since the accusations made in public against him are quite damaging and pointed

But among his congregation he has many a defender

Who says he is a true man of god and not a religious pretender

Those who made the allegations may not be among  the sainted

But the character of god's recruiter by their accusations has been left quite tainted

As a recruiter for his religion he has proved himself a winner

And his god who does love the poor also protects the sinner.

In Life

In life there are lessons and time ticks on fast

And we only can learn from mistakes of the past

We have memories to cherish and those we wish to forget

Few do go through life without things to regret

For many a new challenge in life for to meet every day

And few without worries in truth one can say 

And if we do wrong to another in some way

If not to the law then to Karma we pay

No two journeys in life exactly the same

Some do become wealthy and know of great fame

And some live their lives in extreme poverty

In a Human World that is sadly lacking in equality

Life does have it's good and bad days one does suppose

And the one with many friends is not without foes.

Love For Uniting People

Love for uniting  people is such a great force

In kindness and compassion it has it's source

People with love in them have it with to share

And of the needs of others are always aware

If everyone had love in them how great this would be

No more wars to fight in the twenty first century

For love is the key of the lock of the gate to trust

And those who have it in them are honourable, compassionate and just

Since of a better World to live in they sow the seed

Of more people with love in them humanity is in need

The unsung heroines and heroes of their side of the town

The people with love in them always helping the financially down

On sharing with others the love they have within

They help to make the World better to live in.

On Rhyme

To many educated people rhyme is mainly doggerel

Just the scribbling of poetasters publishers will not publish to sell 

Something that is out of fashion in the literary World of today

Literary trends as ever changing it has always been this way 

Long gone are the days when a rhymer was of the admired of the town

For the twenty first century rhymers not even local renown

Literary critics dismiss rhymers as unworthy of note

And it is they who decide who is worthy to be referred to as a poet

Rhyme a popular form of literature many decades ago

But that time brings with it changes only happens to be so

Maybe in the future decades rhymers will again know of fame

In the passing of  time few things as they were stay the same

Once a popular form of literature a story written in rhyme

Like many other forms of entertainment it too has lost out to time

In literature novel writing and blank verse poetry the trending things of the day

And that time as ever brings with it change seems a true thing to say.

To A Woman's Shame

What can be seen as manly to a man can be to a woman's shame

If she does have many sexual flings to her name

When it comes to sexual behaviour women to men treated in a different way

As it always was it remains so today

Most men in the World a virgin wish to wed

Though they themselves have been with many women in bed

For his stories of his sexual conquests his friends him admire

And just to be like him in a sexual way desire

Most women of their sexual affairs in public never brag

But when it comes to boasting of their virility few males seem to lag

When it comes to sexual behaviour men and women are treated as different as day is from night

What is seen for a man to be manly for a woman not right

And though in many Countries women are treated as equals of men today

But not when it comes to sexual behaviour in truth one can say.

On Memories

The same for everyone as for you and me

The past in our memories of what used to be

Some memories we have does have their source in regret

But they remain with us though them we wish we could forget

But your happiest memories have their source in joy

Of your younger years as a girl or a boy

Memories that bring you happiness today

Of the childhood games with your young friends you did play

Memories of a first love from the distant past

That despite years of time in you does last

Though the past may be in the forever gone

The good and the bad memories in us does live on

Our past full of memories that in us does remain

In moments of reflection for to visit again.

One Of The Literary Unsung

Not even known to many on her side of the town

And she feels no desire for any literary renown

Though she is a fine poetess for to give to her what is her due

And to her higher self she is one who is true

Though unsung perhaps the best poet in the town today

For her poems are quite memorable in truth one can say

In her late fifties without a partner she was never anyone's wife

And without any children she lives a single life

A woman who is ageing in the natural way

In her brown shoulder length hair she does have some gray

For her age quite attractive she seems rather shy

And to live as a good person her best she does try

As a State registered nurse she earns her living pay

One quite kind and caring she helps people every day

In her spare time she writes poetry some blank verse and rhyme

And many of her poems will stand the test of time

For one of fifty seven she looks rather young

An under-rated poet one of the literary unsung

Her own praises you will never hear her sing

Though in her kindness and her work joy to others she does bring.

Red Wattlebirds

Where flowering trees are one often them does see

Against other honeyeaters they aggressively defend their territory

Mottled brown gray birds of humans quite shy

With red fleshy wattles and some yellow unders not hard to identify

The female lay pale blotched pinkish eggs of two or three

In cup shaped nest of twigs high on a branch of a tree

That the male and the female with aggression defend

At breeding time they do not treat anyone as a friend

To be different from other birds one of their claims to fame

Red wattlebirds for them does seem an apt name

The red wattlebirds you see in your backyard today

Tomorrow in distance may be far away

Migratory honeyeaters with a rather coarse song

Once see and once heard you will never again get them wrong.

The Kind And Good People

They restore my faith in humanity in truth i can say

The kind and good people i meet every day

By far more good people in the World than bad

For this in itself one ought to feel glad

There are very good people in every village and city and town

Who help and support the financially down

To help people they often go out of their way

Without the reward for their kindness of pay

They sow the seeds of good Karma for themselves one has to believe

The generous people who give to receive

Of the needs of those doing it tough they are quite aware

And some of the love they have in them with others they share

In making the World better to live in their part they do play

True friends of humanity of them one can say.

One More Victim Of Time

He has become just one more victim of time

The town's greatest athlete in his physical prime

The hair on his balding head is silver gray

He had his good innings of him one can say

In his mid eighties the years on him show

His fastest pace nowadays to say the least slow

He is not the man that he was years ago

Eventually time becomes everyone's foe

A great grandfather divorced from his wife

He is one who has known of better days in life

The years on his ageing body does show

His fastest pace nowadays to say the least slow

Of far better days in life he surely has known

One of the town's eldest people he lives on his own.

You Boast How

You boast of how materially well that you do

It seems Mr Self Centered the World revolves around you

You claim now you are the wealthiest person in the town

You cannot climb higher than this you can only slide down

On the social ladder you may have climbed far

But you are not as great as you tell us you are

Self praise is no praise only true to say

There are so many like you in the Human World of today

Who feel superior and self confident in their material success

And of their stories of their achievements others like to impress

Their own praises they only do love to sing

To brag of the self is their favourite thing

You are one of many who of self loves to brag

For narcissism your sort does carry the flag.

On Koalas

A sad enough thing of  for to be aware

koalas in south east Australia are becoming rare

Due to environmental diseases and Global Warming that hurries on Climate Change

These arboreal marsupials even becoming rare in their common range

Bushfires in recent years that have ravaged the forested countryside

Have killed thousands of koalas and their habitat destroyed

With their numbers decreasing alarmingly of late

Koalas may soon be extinct in their wild state

In a few decades from now it well may be

A koala on a gum tree a young Australian may not see

For extinction of wildlife species we are sowing the seed

Due to our desire for money that has it's source in greed

So sad to realize that koalas are becoming rare

This Earth is for us to live on and with others creatures to share

For the decline in koala numbers us humans must take some of the blame

And if they do become extinct it will be to all of our shame.

Life's Lessons

We learn as we live something new every day

And for some of life's lessons a price we do pay

And every day for us to learn something new

Life's lessons to say the least not of the few

That life is a great teacher one comes to believe

And from the book of life knowledge we receive

And the more we do learn the more we come to realize

That we are not as knowledgeable as we thought we were or not as wise

Some will tell you from life we receive what is our due

But in many instances this is not true

The child born to poor parents of becoming wealthy and famous stand little chance

Due to the handicap of poor birth circumstance

Life does have it's lessons for us all

And we have been learning from it before we learned how to crawl.

Way Beyond Me

You sure do like to complain of the hard life you have had

And for your many small blessings you never feel glad

So many who know it far tougher than you are sleeping rough tonight

From the day that they were born for them an uphill fight 

With a devoted wife and two healthy young daugthers in life you are doing okay

And a nice home to return to at the end of your working day

On saying by life you have been hard done by you must be hard to please

You must be one of those afflicted by the poor me disease

So many like you so hard to satisfy

Not happy in their lives one must wonder why

They cannot seem to realize of how lucky they are

With a nice family and a nice home to live in and own a good car

 

So many poor people on the poor side of the town

out of work and homeless and financially down

They would look on you as of the privileged few

On saying that wealth is relevant is not saying what is new

As one of the children of the not lesser gods

You were not born into life for to battle the odds

Why some people who are lucky of a hard life complain

Seems way beyond me to attempt to explain.

So Lucky Are Those

In every village, city and town the success starved one does meet

For success with each other every day they compete

In a World where many do daydream of  great wealth and fame

So many trying hard to make for themselves a name

On the ladder of success a hard climb to the top

And from there for some it can be a sudden drop

And though losing is a thing anyone does not choose

For one to win big many does have to lose

So lucky are those who in them does not have the need

At everything they do in life for to succeed

The people who are not part of the success race

They choose to live their lives at quite a steady pace

To join in the rat race they do not feel inclined

At least they do know of  contentment of mind.

It Is Said The Law

It is said the law treats everyone as equal as many like to say

But i am one of those who does not see it this way

People who should be in prison enjoying the good life today

For some people anyhow crime seems to pay

In the criminal justice system the power of money a huge part does play

In a fair Human World it would not be this way

Some who should be in prison serving years of time

Are enjoying the good life from their proceeds of crime

Those who believe the law treats all people equal are not hard to deceive

Since the opinions of the self deluded they are willing to believe

That money speaks every language as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

The test of fairness the justice system does fail

There are many better people today in jail

Than some criminals enjoying the good life living free

That the law treats everyone as equal i for one does not agree

A November Day In The Moyne Shire

Freshly mowed grass with the sweet scent of hay

Is wafting in the breeze of a November day

Behind the gray clouds the sun hidden away

The weather cool for late Spring in truth one can say

The coastal Moyne Shire looking lush and green after the recent rain

And the breeding frogs singing in the watery drain

Tiny and shy and hidden from sight

On their breeding Season they sing day and night

The blackbird a feathered minstrel of the Spring

Joy to the listener his familiar song bring

And the black and white birds who sing all through the year

The warblings of the magpies so pleasant to hear

And the paddocks quite green after the recnt showers

Are looking resplendent in their Nature's flowers.

The Town's Greatest Cyclist

Aspirational sports person your muscles need a rest

Why shorten your life for glory on trying to be the best

The human body like an engine when worked hard quickly wears out

Medical experts claim constant hard exercise can bring on a heart attack their reasoning why doubt

The town's greatest cyclist in his mid twenties he died the other day

After winning a big race for glory his price to pay

Had he not pushed his body beyond the limit he would not have died so young

He will not hear the eulogy when his praises are sung

The greatest ever cyclist to be raised in the town

But he paid by far too huge a price for widespread sporting renown

His family and fans and friends are grieving his young partner in tears

Had he not craved sporting glory he may have had lived for years

The human heart like a car engine it can only take so much strain

And though the fans of cycling good memories of him will retain

He died in his mid twenties his heart under too much stress

It was a huge price that he paid for ultimate sporting success.

For Me A Last Rhyme

Materially one who has not done well

But like everyone of life i have my own stories to tell

Compared to most people my biggest worries are small

I do not have much to complain of at all

In my younger years i aspired to be a poet

One seen to be worthy of literary note

But what we wish for does not always for us turn out to be

At least anyhow this is how it is for me

Since my physical prime there has been many a day

And time on my life ever ticking away 

Each day to our last day brings us one day more near

One might say this is stating the obviously clear

Like others of my age i am losing out to time

And like every rhymer for me a last rhyme.

With Yourself You Ought To Begin

If you wish to make the World better to live in

Then perhaps with yourself  you ought to begin 

Though you may win admirers when medals and prizes you win

The power to do good only comes from within

Though you may win admirers for the good things for yourself you do

The good things you do for others says more about you

Than any form of personal success

Though acts of generosity and kindness many never impress

Those who help people in need of helping every day

Out of the kindness of their hearts not for recognition or pay

Are really good people in truth one can say

And for making a better world to live in their part does play

It is not the good things you do for yourself but the good things for others you do

That tells of the worth of the person that is you.

Hope

If you have in you this thing known as hope

With the worst things life throws at you doubtless you will cope

One can only pity those that hope from has gone

For they lose the desire to keep living on

A great gift to possess in truth one can say

Hope comes to your aid on your toughest day

They lose the will to live those that hope in is dead

And see only darkness in the days ahead

For a better future hope to does give rise

As those who have it in them come to realize

That when they felt down it helped them survive

And they feel rather grateful that hope in them is alive

Of the praises of hope feel happy to sing

Those who have it in them have a wonderful thing.

A Long Way To Go

Human beings have achieved many great things men have walked on the moon

And scientists claim they will find another planet for people to live on soon

Some distant planet way beyond the stars

Even far beyond Jupiter and Venus and Mars

The invention of the internet connects people Worldwide

An achievement for humanity that is a source for pride

But by human created nuclear bombs it cannot be denied

That the Earth that does feed us could well be destroyed

And despite human achievements some things as they were stay the same

Class distinction that causes inequality is one worthy to name

People of so called royal blood born into titles by birth circumstance

One can say their wealth and fame and honorary titles came to them by chance

That human beings have many great achievements to boast of there can be no denying

Yet sad  to think in the World of today people of malnutrition are dying

And many people without shelter will sleep rough tonight

This sharp increase in inequality between people just does not seem right

Of our many achievements us humans ought to feel proud

But our praises we ought not to sing very loud

For we have many negatives happens to be so

And to achieve perfection we still have a long way to go.

The Laughter Of Children

The laughter of children in the park playground as they play

In memory takes me to my childhood far away

In our many games in the park of the town

We laughed as we chased the football up and down

I often wonder where those i played childhood games with might be today

Perhaps some of them where the deceased are does lay

And some of them are ageing migrants like me

With only their memories of the what used to be

The laughter of children is a joy to hear

To an ageing migrant who is walking near

To where they are playing such a beautiful sound

Where laughter is joy does abound

On a beautiful sunny evening in November in the southern Spring

The flies and bees buzzing and Nature's birds sing

And the laughter of children as they do play

Reminds me of my own childhood in a place far away

On Nature

That Nature has her secrets in truth one can say

But of her we learn something new every day

On my many walks of her i does learn something new

Her lessons one can say are not of the few

Most of Nature's wild creatures have ways of their own

And so much about them remains as unknown

There is more to the bird than the song it does sing

Learning of Nature's creatures joy to the learner does bring

The one who helps Mother Earth grow a majestic tree

There is far more to Nature that what in her we does see

Her Seasons to her do come and do go

And that she is immortal happens to be so

The one who helps Mother Earth from a tiny seed to grow a beautiful flower

Remains as she ever was the World's number one super power.

Most People Like Sheep

Wisdom i learned from a sagess in Duhallow

Most people like sheep need a leader to follow

As admirers of arrogant people many are known

The people who do not have minds of their own

A new leader rises when another slides down

There are more followers than leaders in every village and city and town

So many looked on as leaders not even close to wise

That many look up to narcissists should not seem a surprise

In this twenty first century when humility seems dead

That the humble person does lose out in truth can be said

Among leaders of all sorts any humble person you will not find

Those chosen to lead are of the narcissistic kind

Like sheep many people follow the leader it does seem this way

As it was it is and this is how it will stay.

Henry Lawson

An Australian literary person of note

Henry Lawson lived his verses he was a true poet

And a great writer of short stories as well

Of the ups and downs of life he had much for to tell

If you have not heard of him by name of Auistralian literature you know nothing at all

He too had his human weaknessess alcohol was his downfall

The fans of his writing as fans do remain

Those who enjoy reading his poems and stories re-read them again

Henry Lawson he died many decades ago

He did not live to grow old for time to become his foe

Though his does live on as a great literary name

He was one who did pay a huge price for fame

His legacy lives in his writing today

One can say of him with words he had a way

He may have breathed his last just beyond his physical prime

But his poems and his stories have lived on in time

The works of Henry Lawson many Australians admire

And of singing his praises never seem to tire

Generations of young Australian writers he does inspire

And just to write like him in life their desire.

Internet Scammers

To steal hard working  people's life savings in their scams they are not shy

That they are a low form of criminals none ought to deny

The people they steal from are not wealthy people in truth one can say

No shortage of online scammers in the World of today

In their scams they rob people of their savings and leave them in poverty

Scammers live a lavish lifestyle through dishonesty

Into criminality in quite a big way 

They do have it wrong those who say crime does not pay

Nowadays people doing business online ought to be aware

That those who want to steal their money by deception are no longer rare

They make their dishonest fortunes deceiving people who trust

Who do not realize not everyone like them are honest and just

Internet scammers are not of the few

And this is not saying anything that is new.

Those Who Have Love In Them

Those who have love in them new  friends always win

And a World without love would be hard to live in

Love brings people together and lack of it divide

And what is in your hometown is also Worldwide

Those who have love in them have some love to share

And of the needs of others are also aware

On uniting people love is a great force

Of kindness, compassion and empathy it is the source

One of the great gifts that any human being does possess

Love can be the gateway to a life of happiness

Those who have love in them for peace are sowing the seed

And of more of their sort humanity is in need

The great gift of love is a wonderful thing

And of it's praises we ought to feel happy to sing.

Politics Divide People

The same in your town as it is Worldwide

Their political views people only divide

Why people take politics and politicians so seriously one must wonder why

That so many of us in our opinions are quite opinionated seems hard to deny

Though most people have their political affiliations is how it seems to be

Why some people dislike each other because of politics does seem beyond me

To understand why because of politics one does lose a friend

This does seem quite hard for to comprehend

Those of similar political views seem to get on quite okay

This is how it is and it was always this way

Most politicians are not trustworthy for to give them their due

Yet for the political parties most people vote for their children vote for too

That politics divide people seems true to say

This is how it is and it was always this way.

It Is A Sad Thing

It is a sad thing for one to have to say

That the social gap keeps on widening by the day

The wealthy growing wealthier at the poor's expense

The promotion of capitalism does not make for good sense

That we are all born as equals seems hard with to agree

The child born into life to parents in poverty

May never climb far on the ladder to material success

At least poor people never have any fans to impress

Sad to think that in the twenty first century

That the poor are growing poorer is how it seems to be

The poor of humanity must not have a god on their side

And there are so many of them nowadays Worldwide

Sad to think that so many people due to birth circumstance

Of any success in life does stand little chance.

On Eastern Grey Kangaroos

Eastern grey kangaroos are seldom seen out by day

In high scrub where there are trees from sight they rest hidden away

They are mostly nocturnal of them one can say

Large marsupials mostly of a brownish  grey

An amusing sight indeed a female kangaroo hopping about

With the small head of her joey from her pouch sticking out

Living in large mobs one does have to suppose

Could that be in numbers there is safety from any foes

Kangaroos are creatures of ways of their own

And so much about them remain as unknown

In eastern greys the difference from most other kangaroos not hard to see

And the same does apply to all species of the macropod family

Eastern grey kangaroos are quite wary of humans in truth one can say

Resting in high scrub they spend most of their day.

On Hearing A Boobook Owl

On a nearby tree in the still of the night

A boobook owl is calling in the moonlight

Boobook boobook is all it has to say

This bird never seen out in the light of day

The roosting small birds in the bushes and trees near

Awake at the voice of a bird they does fear

With a threat to their lives to them nearby

To a safer roost they quickly does fly

The loud distinctive calls travel far and wide

Of these brown owls of the Australian countryside

If non predatory birds discover where they are roosting at day

They mob them and from their territory force them away

In the still of the night with the moon in the sky

A bird of the bright lamp of day that is shy

Is calling boobook in it's distinctive cry

Out there in the paddock on a tree nearby.

What Others Think Of Me

What others think of me is no business of mine

They have their opinions and this suits me fine

To many my greatest achievements seem small

But this does not bother me one bit at all

On my next birthday i will turn seventy five

At this stage of life i feel happy to be alive

Many i went to school with in eternal rest lay

I am lucky to be living and healthy in truth i can say

Life is the greatest gift anyone does possess

Far greater than any other form of success

The praises of the wealthy and famous the masses sing

But success as such can be a relative thing

Criticism and praise i treat in the same way

I just live to make the most of every day.

On Hearing A Male Blackbird

How beautiful to hear a male blackbird sing

On this sunny evening in November in the southern Spring

The sound of his voice does take me far away

To a leafy grove in the prime of the May

In the calm of the evening by the far away town

When the birds were on song in an hour before sundown

Among them the song of  a blackbird melodious and clear

A familiar voice of the Spring of the year

A familiar songsters far south in this southern countryside

Their kind have been introduced by migrants in many Countries Worldwide

A song that has reduced many migrants to tears

That carried them in memory of Spring to their younger years

The song of a blackbird in the prime of the May

From where they now live in distance far away.

No Such A Thing

Of the praises of superiority the racists may sing

But of a superior race of people there is no such a thing

There are good and bad people in every village and city and town

Of all different races of black, white and brown

Among human beings for superiority there is not any place

Goodness and kindness does not have a nationality or color or race

A good person can be of any nationality

This is how it is and how it always will be

Every good living person believes in live and let live

And to receive in life you must know how to give

Every good person to everyone respect does pay

And are not racist in any sort of a way

For racism in humanity there is not a place

There is no such a thing as a superior race

Lattie Murphy

Lattie Murphy nee Walsh lived in Clarabeg small Clara for most of her long life 

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

One who had seen many Seasons in her ninety five years

And her passing from life would not have gone without tears

Down to earth and quite attractive in her physical prime

Lattie had made many friends over decades of time

Quite a likeable person though her gift of life from her has gone

In all who knew and knew of her good memories of her will live on

Born to life in the mid nineteen twenties this seems long ago

Time as is said becomes everyone's foe

The Seasons come and go and time change with it does bring

Sadly in Clarabeg Lattie has lived her last Spring

She was a good person and to many was a good friend

And our journey in life for us all it does end.

Loose Lips

Wise sayings as pearls of wisdom remain as verbal gold

Loose lips does sink ships from the days of old

They do a lot  damage the loose lips of the town

Many good reputations by their slanderous lies are dragged down

Though their allegations proven false mud sticks as they say

By their sort good reputations are tainted every day

To say that the loose lips of the World are no longer rare

Is only saying of what many are quite aware

Those who knowingly indulge in spreading false rumors will receive the Karma they are due

To their higher selves they do live as untrue

Character assassins good reputations wilfully destroy

And the verbal damage they do they seem to enjoy

Sadly far too many of their sort in the Human World of today

But to Karma their price will be huge for to pay.

So Lucky The People

So lucky the people whose biggest worry is small 

Who feel they have little to worry of at all

The problems of life they does take in their stride

There ought to be more of their sort Worldwide

If they do have worries they do not complain

And a positive attitude they does retain

They do make the most of their every day

And  negativity in their lives any part does not play

That life can be unfair you never hear them say

And you never see them grumpy when things are not going their way

They accept that in life you cannot always win

And the positive attitude always comes from within

The people whose friends in numbers does grow

Who are blessed for to have been born with the bright inner glow.

The Billionaire Land Developer

The billionaire land developer the beauty in Nature never does see

To him the stately and beautiful old growth tree

Standing in a property he purchased for development in the industrial side of the town

Sadly is for the tree removalist to be cut down

The billionaire land developer says greenies are standing in the way

Of progress in the twenty first century of today

The abuse of Nature and Mother Earth to him seems quite right

A big building in his eyes is a beautiful sight

Of so little of Nature's ways he can claim of to know

To him a currawong is a species of crow

Of the importance of a healthy Earth for the future of his descendants the point he does miss

There is truth in the saying that ignorance can be bliss

The billionaire land developer any beaauty in Nature cannot see

He finds joy in the removal of every old growth tree.

Fear To The Minds

Fear to the minds of many it does bring

And even the thought of it is a fearful thing

But the fact of the matter and fact never lie

Is we are born into life to eventually die

Since to the god of any religion i never kneel to pray

Of an  afterlife for the soul of the mind is not for me to say

But i can only wonder why many religious people who believe in a heavenly place for their souls after bodily death

Will struggle for life to their last living breath

Life is the greatest gift any human being does possess

Far greater than any other form of success

Even some of the bravest their fear of death have not outgrown

Suppose that it is a fear of the unknown

Lucky for other life forms in truth one can say

That they do not realize for them there is a last night and day.

What For Others You Do

It is not what you do for yourself but what for others you do

That as a person says more about you

Than anything for yourself that you achieve

I am one who believe in giving to receive

Though the majority of people do not see it this way

There are so many people in the World of today

Who greatly admire the super wealthy few

But then suppose each to their own point of view

Though they never share their wealth with those in poverty

These people looked on as role models by the majority

Though it is for their own selves they do seem to care

And with their own kindred they only does share

Though on the so called ladder of success you may not have climbed far

It is good the things you do for others tell of the person you are.

One Who Likes His Own Company

One who likes his own company it does seem this way

He is a loner of him the judgmental does say

For the non tribal people of the Human World of today

The negative judgments of the tribal judgmental the price they must pay

His interests are different to most in the town

Far different to those who verbally put him down

Than most of them he is far more environmentally aware

In the interests he has they would never wish to share

Global Warming due to human created carbon emissions he does take to heart

Politically from the majority he is poles apart

Yet a kind person of good Karma he does sow the seed

By helping anyone of his help in need

From the attacks of the greedy Mother Earth and her flora and fauna he tries to defend

And to Nature he is a loyal and trusted friend.

You Can Praise His Dog

You can praise his dog and bring joy to his life

But do not praise his partner or do not praise his wife

For this to him is a threat and will cause him offense

They are not for you to praise does this to you make sense

For a punch in your face do not give him the excuse

For when you praise his lover he thinks her you are trying to seduce

Though in your own way you are trying to be nice

In a black eye or missing teeth for praising his lover may well be your price

Some men they are strange in their own strange way

Do not praise their wife or their partner but to pat their dog is okay

Of the praises of so called real men you may hear many sing

But the male ego when threatened can be a dangerous thing

For to praise and pat his dog may bring joy to his day

But of his partner or wife best for you not have anything to say.

Perhaps I Will Never

Perhaps i will never see Clara again

Or walk in the fields in the wind that brings rain

To that beautiful spot where the waterways meet

In the green countryside near the Town of  Millstreet

In Claraghatlea where i first saw light of day

To many there i would be a stranger today

Though the old fields that some of them i knew by name

Today to me perhaps would look much the same

As they did look many Seasons ago

Only human interference brings change happens to be so

And if not altered in any way they would not have changed at all

From the fields of the past in memory i recall

And only the memories now does remain

Of what used to be for me but will not be again.

An Instigator Of Laughter

Wherever he is at joy is to be found

He carries it with him and shares it around

The Human World need more like him since his sort are rare

He is one of those people who does not have a care

An instigator of laughter of him one can say

He always does bring joy to somebody's day

He is one who others of feel happy of to know

Since he has in him the bright inner glow

To humanity the spreaders of joy are a great gift indeed

And of more of their sort the World is in need

They laugh rather easily never complain

One reason new friends every day they do gain

Of happiness one who does sow the seed

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

One Untruthful Word

One untruthful word can destroy one's career

Started in a pub by one among friends drinking beer

And though not one grain of truth in the rumor mud sticks as they say

Someone's good reputation is ruined by a deliberate lie every day

An untruthful rumor to one's character a lot of damage can do

The consequence for the victim of something that is untrue

On one who is of good character can leave a permanent stain

That though is proven false nonetheless does remain

On the one who is slandered for quite a long time

Though she or he is not guilty of any crime

Those who deliberately harm people with false rumors have no sense of guilt or shame

Sadly they seem to enjoy harming someone's good name

But for their sort a price to pay happens to be so

They will reap the Karma that they do sow.

We Do Learn As We Live

The years do pass quickly beyond our physical prime

Yet so much to learn in so little time

And the more we do learn the more we come to realize

That we do know so little this is not a surprise 

From the book of life we do learn every day

That we never stop learning in truth one can say

One fact of our existence and fact never lie

That we learn as we live until the day we do die

Those who believe they know everything must feel lucky indeed

Since of any more knowledge they do not feel in need

But those open to learning knowledge does receive

That we learn as we live should not be hard to believe

We do learn as we live as a truism remain

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

Just Business As Usual

It is just business as usual as Greta Thunberg said

On saying this she did hit the verbal nail on the head

World leaders from the Swedish teenager a verbal spray did cop

The Climate Summit in Glasgow was just another flop

No phasing out of environmentally destroying burning of fossil fuels especially coal

Every abuse of Mother Earth is an attack on Nature's soul

When the Earth that does feed us refuses to grow food us humans will come to realize

That it will be all too late then in hindsight to be wise

It looks like for us humans we have sealed our own fate

That in combating Global Warming we have left it too late

To sacrifice the health of the environment is not a good idea

That we are laying the ground work for our own extinction may very well be

The young Swedish environmental activist Greta Thunberg on her opinions is certainly right

That for saving the Earth that does feed us we have lost the fight.

Those Who Tell Us

Those who tell us that poets are of the few

Are not telling us anything that is in any way that is new

Though many refer to themselves as a poet

And deaserve to be looked on as worthy of literary note

One must say fair dues to them for thinking of themselves in this way

But what we believe ourselves to be in reality is true to say

Not really what we may think we are

Since many take their delusion of self importance one can say that bit far

There are minor poets in every village and city and town

Who do know of some local fame are strangers to literary renown

The self promoted poets are many but the true poets are rare

This is something that most people of are aware

The words i am a poet in truth one can say

Are often used by people who of their literary importance get carried away

On Pee Wees

Medium sized birds one does see every  day

Pee wee pee wee is all they have to say

Black and white birds also known as mudlark or magpie lark

Often seen in backyards, country paddocks or town park

Whilst searching for insects on the ground

They bob their head as they walk around

And raise their wings as they sing pee wee

These familiar birds to many and to me

Species of a mud nest building race

The female distinguishable  from the male in that she has more white on her face

She lay pink spotted eggs of five or four or three

In cup shaped nest of mud high on a fork of tree

Birds known and loved by people Australia wide

In town parks, backyards and in the countryside

Familiar in their appearance and their song

You hear and see them once you never again get them wrong

A November Spring Day

A beautif ul and sunny November Spring day

In the mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray

The balmy air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees

On a weather temperature high for the day of a pleasant twenty degrees

Such a beautiful day even for the time of year

Nature's birds in song such a joy for to hear

After the recent rain the coastal countryside lush and green

And Nature at her finest is to be seen

A freshening breeze blowing uphill from the bay

In the shade of the trees the contented cattle chewing their cuds lay

The recent showery weather has been Nature's gain

With such beautiful weather how can one complain

The coastal Moyne Shire today has a sunlit green face

It is so good to be living in such a beautiful place.

On Bernard O' Donoghue

 From his first homeplace near Cullen he lives far away

Bernard O' Donoghue is a literary legend today

Far from Duhallow's green old countryside

In literature one who is famed Worldwide

One who is well worthy of literary note

He has earned his title of a major poet

Among the poets of the English speaking World of the twenty first century

His is a name that one often does see

A marvellous wordsmith who is widely known

One can say he is in a class of his own

Quite humble for one of such a great name

His marvellous poems are his ticket to fame

To the great Bernard O' Donoghue credit is only due

That poets are born to be poets happens to be true.

His Terrible Life

He complained to me of his terrible life

Of his mother who was mean to him and his dad who loved her as his wife

Where the deceased are at peace she now does lay

One of those who is beyond all of life's cares today

His mother like all of the deceased herself cannot defend

Though a mother is supposed to be our greatest friend

But even a bad mother in life gave us a start

In your very existence she played a huge part

To hear people ageing complaining of how they were treated bad

In their younger years by their mum or their dad

For them to say the least i do feel a bit sad

When i hear them tell of the tough times they have had

His mum whom he says was mean to him is now at peace

From life's cares for all of us a final release

By what he says she gave him and his dad who loved her as his wife

Some tough times though she did give him his gift of life

The Judgmental

Since in their words they enjoy putting others down

They are not among the popular people of their side of the town

Judgmental people never win a humanity prize

Since those doing it tough in life they like to criticize

The people who create for themselves needless foes

Humanity is comprised of all sorts one suppose

Of judgmental people the Human World would be better without 

In them huge room for improvement there is not any doubt

Since in their comparing of people they help to uphold the social divide

Far too many of the judgmental sort Worldwide

They clearly do not believe on a fair go for all

And in some of their uitterances they seem rather small

In their words disrespectful to some one can say

For the upholding of class distinction some part they does play

For the betterment of humanity they never plant any seed

And of any more of their sort the Human World not in need.

No Pride At All

It seems like human created Global Warming is out of control

Every attack on Mother Earth is a wound to Nature's soul

More burning of fossil fuels human greed for money taking it's toll

And more damage from a resource of Mother Earth who feeds us the burning of coal

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

For our abuse of the one who feeds us all bad Karma will be our due

Our abuse of our Earth Mother is to all of our shame

For their poverty the children of the future will have us to blame

Mother Earth it does seem is suffering due to human greed

Of more human friends it is clear she is of in need

Extinction for may wild species is nearing by the day

What we do to our Earth Mother to our own selves we do only true to say

Despite our human achievements and they have not been small

In our abuse of our Earth Mother there is no pride at all.

On The Race That Stops A Nation

The race that stops a Nation it was run today

In Flemington Melbourne on the first Tuesday of November the power of money on display

The connections and punters who backed the winner celebrating the Melbourne Cup has been won

And congratulations are in order for a job well done

That horse racing is for the wealthy is only true to say

In thoroughbred racing it has always been this way

At Flemington racecourse on Melbourne Cup day no homeless person there

That money speaks every language is relevant to everywhere

In thoroughbred racing more than most things wealth and affluence is on show

The Melbourne Cup day just one example why the social gap does grow

At Flemington racecourse on Cup day not one homeless person in sight

They will not be celebrating on Melbourne Cup night

For the wealthy and famous just another big day out

That money speaks all languages there can be little doubt.

Poor Joe

Of late life has been so sad for poor Joe

On Saturday evening he feels he has nowhere to go

Like starting his car and going for a drive

One of the things he used to do when his darling Kate was alive

A great grandfather Kate to him she was the great love of his life

For fifty years they lived as man and wife

Of cancer last year she passed away

Still grieving for her he thinks of her every day

That love outlives the grave is not a lie

He did not stop loving Kate on the day she did die

In fifty years of marriage love between them did grow

How it feels to love and be loved he is one who does know

In his early eighties he lives on his own

And of far happier days in life he is one who has known

True love it does not have a use by date

He feels lucky to have loved and be loved by Kate

Gray haired and balding his better days in the past

Happiness until death with few ever does last

Joe celebrated his eightieth birhday in July

With memories of Kate in happier times gone by.

Love And Kindness

Honours and prizes you do not need to win

To make the Human World better to live in

Love and kindness do reign overall

Though many who have them their names never on a memorial wall

A poor person in many ways the financially wealthiest person in the town

Who never does help the financially down

One of the worst sort of poverty is poverty of mind

A flaw that is prevalent in the self centered kind

Generous people their own praises never does sing

Self praise one can say is a narcissistic thing

Those who do help people of helping in need

For their future good Karma are planting the seed

They may be admired for their wealth in their community

But they are poor indeed those of mind poverty.

A Stranger In Town

A stranger in town none knew him by sight

The quietest person in the local pub last night

A stranger in town a few of him did say

He must just have arrived from a town far away

The one person in the pub to anyone else there not known

He sat by the counter drinking a beer on his own

Perhaps in his sixties of hair silver gray

One who was not in town for a long stay

He sat on his own and his silence he did keep

Perhaps there is some truth in quiet waters are deep

Whilst the others around in groups were talking loud

He may have been the bright one among the noisy crowd

The self centered of self does like to boast

But the one who is silent of knowledge may have most.

Our Greatest Teacher

That we never stop learning is only true to say

And for us Nature does have a new lesson every day

And the more we learn of Nature the more we come to realize

That of her we do know little is this any surprise

That of Nature we have much to learn there can be little doubt

Of her flora and her fauna much remain unknown about

Those with minds open to knowledge are learning every day

And than Nature no greater teacher in truth one has to say

On the last day we spent in school our learning did not end

From life we never does stop learning why otherwise pretend

Those who love flora and fauna loves the Earth that feeds us too

And every day from Nature a lesson for me and you

Nature Mother Earth's goddess a friend of humanity

That she is our greatest teacher is how it seems to be

Her lessons are many and her secrets not few

And from her every day we do learn something new.

The Unsung

So many good  living people in every village, city and town

Who live as the unhonoured and will die as strangers to renown

They build the towns and cities take care of the sick and dying

Of their value to their communities there can be no denying

The wealthy and the famous so many do admire

And of singing their praises do never seem to tire

But the true heroines and heroes as unsung do remain

And why they are never honoured does seem hard to explain

The financial economy is  built on the good work that they do

Of recognition for their hard work they are long overdue

Without them there would not be billionaires only true to say

The people who do work hard for their every take home pay

In the betterment of humanity a huge part they do play

The unsung heroines and heroes of the World of today. 

A Fickle Thing

That human friendships can be a fickle thing just happens to be so

Your best friend at the present may become your future foe

The glue that binds a friendship is often not hard to break

It can come unstuck quite quickly with self interest at stake

Last year they were the best of  friends and with their other friends did socialize

As is said of familiarity to contempt it can give rise

It was because of a failed business deal between them that mistrust did set in

And when big money is at stake friendship does seldom win

Nowadays they treat each other as strangers wheever they do meet

And pass each other in silence whilst walking on the street

The frioendship that was between them is a thing of the past

And only feelings of bitterness between them seem to last

Of the praises of companionship many may like to sing

But as is said of friendship it can be a fickle thing.

For All Of Us

For every bird there is a last song to sing

And for all of us there will be a final Spring

The fact is we are born as mortals and mortals do die

And as is said of fact it never does lie

The longest lived human life is not that long in time

We age rather quickly beyond our physical prime

On the day we do die life in the World will go on

And Nature will live when the life from all others has gone

On the babies born today time will become their foe

And her Seasons to Nature will come and will go

But Nature the one who does regenerate 

On her there is never an expiry date

In the sky above Illowa that is blue and gray

The sun it is shining on this Novemeber day

And the birds they are singing on this evening in Spring

Such joy to the listener Nature's creatures does bring.

The War Veteran

A hero of a war that was fought far away

But if you talk of war to old Billy today

Life is all that does matter to you he will say

And you will not find life where dead war heroes lay

Eighty nine on his last birthday in May

The hair on his balding head is silver gray

A divorced great grandfather Liz his long term ex wife

Nowadays has a far younger man in her life

The war medals he won for bravery he put in the rubbish bin

He says that in war so called winners never win

How can there be a winner where so many human lives are lost

The price of any war comes at too high a cost

He wishes what he has experienced in war from his memory would fade

On war memorial day he does not go to the street parade

Where many of his friends died he did survive

And he feels happy and lucky just to be alive

A paid up member of the town's football club

He still enjoys a few beers in the local pub

Somewhat of a character well liked and well known

Quite close to his nineties he lives on his own

The Best You Can Be

Like all of us of your human flaws you will never be free

But you are trying to be the best that you can be

You live and let live and of you one can say

To make the World better to live in your part you do play

By helping those in need of help without asking for pay

And performing a good deed or two every day

You are generous and kind in your own humble way

And out of the public limelight you wish to stay

Though for being kind to others you believe credit is not your due

To your higher self you are trying to live as true

You may not be recognized for the good person you are

And on the so called success ladder you may not have climbed far

Though like all perfection as a person you may never achieve

The fruits of the good Karma you sow you will receive.

You Are Luckier Than Many Are

You are luckier than many are in truth one can say

So many poor people are hungry and homeless today

Yet you think that life on you is rather tough

Though you have never been homeless or hungry or never slept rough

With two lovely young daughters and a beautiful wife

And working in a well paying job you are doing well in life

And a nice home to live in yet you do complain

Of how hard you do work for so little gain

You like to tell others of how unlucky you are

And of how your lazy neighbour than you drives a bigger car

Comparisons as is said are the thief of joy

Any hope of happiness for yourself in your negative thoughts you destroy

The blessings life gives you sadly for yourself you do not count

Negativity to more negativity only does amount.

Duhallow In November

In the old rushy fields of brown hare and gray crow

Where Finnow the white river to the Blackwater flow

I grew to love Nature many Seasons ago

Long before time it did become my foe

As the flood is subsiding on a gray Autumn dawn

The salmon are swimming upriver to spawn

Though some of them fall victim to the poacher's gaff or spear

The call of Nature they answer once a year

With the cold and wet days of Winter with each day drawing near

In November the sky above the Boggeraghs of cloud seldom clear

From colder northern parts the redwing thrushes back again

Their arrival does herald the onset of frost, snow, wind and rain

The Blackwater swollen from heavy rain bank high does flow

In the flat fields of Duhallow in weather cold enough to snow.

Does The Soul In Our Mind Live On

The longest lived human life in time is not long only happens to be so

Like all other life forms we are born as mortals we come to life and from life go

Does the soul in our mind live on when life in our body die

If to this i said i knew the answer i would be telling a lie

If you believe in a hereafter this with me is okay

People to their opinions are entitled of them one can say

Though any deceased person i have known have not returned to me to tell

Of where people who lived honourable lives are rewarded in a land where angels dwell

Most of us have our opinions on life and death but the fact with us remain

That what happens to the soul post bodily death is beyond us to explain

Only know our mortal body wears out we become victims of time

And we do age rather quickly beyond our physical prime

No deceased person has come back to tell us of a land for the soul far away

From this World they were born into when they had lived their last day.

A Sad Sight To See

A sad sight to see on this November day

A black wallaby dead by the country roadway

A victim of a car or a truck ravens eating it's meat

In Nature some of the living the dead does eat

Black wallabies are not plentiful and on the roads some of them die

This theory that wild creatures are replaceable is based on a lie

Much of human progress it does seem is at wildlife's expense 

Sadly most wild creatures are not born with good traffic sense

In a perfect World to live in all things would be right

Animals and birds dead on the roadway nowadays a common sight

For human progress always some price to pay

One black wallaby less in Victoria does seem sad to say

As food for the ravens by the roadway

Such sad things on our travels we see every day.

There Ought Not Be A Place

There are good and bad people in every race

And for racism in the Human World there ought not be a place

Of division it only helps to sow the seed 

And is one thing humanity of is not in need

Far too many racists in the World of today

But then suppose it was always this way

And perhaps what always was always will be

Of racists and racism humanity may never be free

The people who do leave humanity down

The racists Worldwide in every village and city and town

Racists are the dregs of humanity in truth one can say

It would be a far better World to live in without them today

Us humans all came from a similar seed

And red is the blood we all shed when we bleed.

Far Superior To Me

On those many look on as ordinary only beauty she does see

In many ways she is far superior to me

Since others she feels no desire to impress

And she is not in the race for material success

 

You will never see her sort where the big egos are

And on the material ladder to success she will never climb far

Not the sort of person the masses admire

Since to impress others she feels no desire

But every day she does perform some good deed

And willingly help anyone who of helping is in need

And though her name will never appear on a memorial wall

Lack of recognition for her for her kindness does not bother her at all

Any prizes for her generosity of spirit she may never win

Her sort helps to make the World for poor people better to live in

Not among the tribes who seek worldly renown

But the soul of every village and city and town

Of anyone unkind things she never does say

And she performs a good deed or two every day

A person of great kindness and generosity

And in her ways one who is superior to me.

In The Eyes Of The Beholder

The one that is beautiful to me may not be so to you

That it is in the eyes of the beholder seems true

I know of one who does not have a physically attractive wife

But he says of her she is the love of my life

Physical beauty is only skin deep as the wise one did say

A saying that to many does remain relevant today

In different eyes difference we do see

In many ways we are individuals would you not agree

Not every young male is physically attracted to the most attractive young woman in the town

Though she draws admiring glances on ths street as she walks up and down

She may well win many buit she won't win them all

An old truism that does seem well worthy of recall

I know of an elderly woman she is caring and kind

The beauty in her is in her beautiful mind 

The beauty in her the eyes cannot behold

But it is a rare beauty that never grows old

It is something that most people seem to realize

That we see beauty in our individual eyes

What is beautiful to you may not be so to me

This is how it is and how it always will be.

Though My Worth As A Rhymer

Though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt

No shortage of things for to write rhymes about

The rhymes keep on coming to me in notebook i pen them down

But never for money or literary renown

For many years i have been a rhyming buff

Just one of those people who pens reams of stuff

I used to love reading rhymes as a young boy

And writing them nowadays is a thing i enjoy

As a young man i daydreamed of becoming a poet

One looked on as worthy of literary note

But daydreams are just that and seldom come true

And literary fame in life is not my due

It is something i have been doing since my physical prime

And i am one who has become a victim of time.

A Relative Thing

He owns the biggest house in the wealthy neighbourhood

And many say in life that he has done good

Doubtless one of the wealthiest people in the town

His fame is far wider than local renown

In the businessess he own many people employed

His material achievements to him are a sense of pride

That he is one who is financially successful many would agree

Though he never does anything to alleviate local poverty

It is his sort are talked of  and written about

And his worth as a person so few seem to doubt

But not one poor person of the town he looks on as a friend

And only the wealthy to his lavish parties are invited to attend

He is one whose praises so many does sing

But then suppose success can be a relative thing.