That Nature Is A Great Teacher

That Nature is a great teacher only true to say

Of her we does learn something new every day

Her wonders are many and her secrets not few

And every day of her we does learn something new

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

That of her we know little this is not a surprise

In her flora and fauna great beauty to see

To view to the viewers that is financially free

The students and fans of Nature her praises does sing

Such joy to so many she always does bring

Yet of many more human friends she is in need

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

That Nature is a great teacher as a truism remain

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

Too Much Praise

For their physical beauty people are greatly valued but having said this so are prize winning sheep

There is a truism about physical beauty that it is something that is only skin deep

Most people wealthy and famous for their physical beauty in many ways are not nice people at all

Lacking in kindness, compassion and selflessness one may say of them on their ways quite small

Hard to blame them if they are egotistical since so many people their praises do sing

Too much praise does not give rise to humility as it can be quite an ego inflating thing

In the wealthy suburbs of any town or city selfless sort of people are quite hard to find

Among the wealthy, celebrated and famous not many of the caring and compassionate kind

In a Human World where for one to be a big winner many sad to say are destined to lose

One truism that remains about losing is it is something anyone does not choose

You will not hear of many wealthy celebrities volunteering their money and time where poor people dwell

Only the very best of good and caring people devote their time to those in Earthly Hell

Too much praise it is not good for the ego admiration can go to the admired one's head

In the minds of the egotistical the self only matter and humility sad to say is truly dead.

Carry On Living

Carry on living you will be long enough dead 

Though you have seen many Seasons there may be many more of you ahead

Quite a wealthy person you have known of financial success

But your life is the greatest gift that you possess

In the depths of winter not far from the Spring

Despite the cold weather life's a wonderful thing

In your heated room good weather for watching your favourite program on t v

You do not know it tough how good life can be

You have seen many Winters though the weather is cold

But carry on living though you are growing old

The weather as it is will not have a long stay

And Spring is drawing nearer with each passing day

Carry on living as the wise one does say

Life is a great gift well worthy of a hooray.

Why Waste Your Prayers

If you believe in an afterlife of heaven and hell

Why waste your prayers on the soul who did not live honourable and well

In an afterlife heaven their sort don't belong

The people who in their lifetime did to others wrong

Why waste your prayers on those who profit from crime

Since this in truth would be a complete waste of time

Leave them with satan for their sins to pay

They deserve to be in hell for their evermore stay

Why waste your prayers on one who bashed his partner or wife

And gave to his children a terrible life

Nothing about their sort that is honourable and brave

From satan's horror chamber prayers them will not save

Why waste your prayers on those who have lived by crime

This would seem only a great waste of time.

June In The Moyne Shire

On a weather temperature high for the day of seven degrees

The chill of Winter and June is in the evening breeze

The sun behind gray clouds is hidden away

It has only been seen for a brief while today

June in the Moyne Shire is a cool and wet time of year

Though each passing day brings the first of Spring near

To the coastal country of the Peek Wurrong

Post solstice the days in time grow slightly long

But the warbling of the birds who sing all through the year

The black and white magpies always a joy for to hear

Once seen and once heard one never again get them wrong

To the piping shrike family they does belong

In the gray of the evening in the sunless sky

The starlings in large flocks towards their roosting trees fly.

Generalization

That most men abuse their partners, wives and children is just not true

This is taking from good living men what is their due

On matters like this some people tend to generalize

People who believe all they read and hear are gullible and not wise

It is true that some men abuse their children and partners and wives

And give to those who should be near and dear to them miserable lives

But these sort of males are of the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

It is true not all women are good and not all men are bad

But that good men are the victims of generalizations is to say the least sad

For the sins of the few the many have to pay

In a fair Human World it would not be this way

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

But you will find it in nationality, religion, culture, gender and race.

It Is Something I Love Doing

Without hope of literary fame or money for pay

I am one of those people who write rhymes every day

But if i did not enjoy doing it in truth i can say

Years ago i would have given rhyming away

I have never referred to myself as a poet

Nor do i feel worthy of any literary note

Though i held some literary ambitions going back in time

When i was much younger in my physical prime

Every day more rhymes i happen to write

And email them on to a literary site

Going back in time to half of a century

I have penned thousands of rhymes since nineteen seventy three

It is something i love doing in truth i can say

For if i did not enjoy doing it i would have given it away.

In June By Clara Mountain

In Claramore wood in the dawning gray

The wildbirds of Nature are singing today

In the high fields by Clara around their grazing mothers black faced lambs romp and play

No joy like youthful joy does seem true to say

The songs of the finches so pleasant to hear

In June by Clara Mountain a nice time of year

The high fields looking resplendent in their beautiful flowers

That have come to bloom after recent Summer showers

Of singing Nature's praises it seems hard to tire

She is one that so many people admire

The artists and writers she never fails to inspire 

The creator of natural beauty and wind, water and fire

From the high fields by Clara such natural beauty to see 

Of Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra westward to Rathmore and Knocknagree

The artists and writers in their words celebrate

The natural beauty Nature does create

A natural beauty that sadly does lose out to time

In June by Clara Mountain close to Summer's prime

When the migratory dark winged swallows are chirping as they fly

In pursuit of flying insects in the Summer sky.

On Tom Hanks

Online i read of how Tom Hanks healthwise is going through a bad spell

That the wealthy and famous actor is not feeling well

In public his hands seen to be shaking if you believe what you read

Such stories of the wealthy and famous for media moguls to huge profits does lead

Tom Hanks is a celebrity of i only does know

But i cannot say of him that he has the inner glow

Since such a wondeerful and selfless gift only belong to the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

Tom Hanks is a good fellow it does seem this way

Of him anything negative i do not have to say

Though i am a cynical sort of a man

And of any celebrity i am not a fan

But having this said i hope Tom is feeling okay

That he soon will not be where the deceased are does lay.

In June In Duhallow

I may never more hear the soft lowing of a cow

To her calf in a field by white river Finnow

In the quiet of a June evening just after sundown

In the fading twilight just west of Millstreet Town

June in Duhallow in a nice time time of year 

The flute of the curlews a joy for to hear

The migratory long curved billed waders home from far away

To raise their young in the bog where they themselves first saw light of day

With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky

To their home countryside they return to breed every Spring

The wonders of Nature quite an amazing thing

In June in Duhallow everywhere lush and green

And Nature at her very finest is seen.

It Lives In Your Mind

It lives in your mind like a memorable song

Wherever you go to your past with you goes along

The friends of your younger years you remember today

Old memories live on as some does like to say

Since your journey in life took you far from your first hometown

Many highways and byways you have been up and down

We all have our choices in life for to make

And we all have our own journeys to undertake

You have long shed the last of your nostalgic tears

For your friends of the past that you have not seen for years

Like you they have forged new friendships and life does go on

And all we have are memories of Seasons long gone

The past may have gone but the memories remain

Of faces and places you may not see again

And you remember them the friends of your younger years who like you have outlived their prime

Though you have not seen them for quite a long time.

The Power To Do Good

You will not see her or his name in the hall of fame

Even on their own side of the town theirs is not a well known name

Admirers and prizes they never do win

But they have the power to do good in them within

Always willing to help the financially down

Those doing it tough on their side of the town

By helping the people of helping in need

For their future good Karma they plant the good seed

Most of the famous and wealthy for kindness not known

Narcissism it seems has claimed them for it's own

You will never see them drive in a second hand car

On the ladder to success they have climbed far

Though many admire them as those who do win

The power to do good they does not have in them within.

The Old Fellow Dan

In the City of Warrnambool the happiest man

He greets strangers as friends the old fellow Dan

People who have known him for years says he has always been this way

As he greets everyone with a cheerful good day

In his early eighties a balding silver haired great grand-dad

One can say of him that he never looks sad

For sadness in his mind there is not any space 

He always does have a big smile on his face

He grieved at the passing of his wife Jo

She died of cancer going back eight years or so

Though great grief at her passing of for many months he did know

It did not kill in him his bright inner glow

Wherever old Dan is joy is  to be found

He carries it with him and shares it around.

The Boys Of The Fifties

The boys of the fifties are ageing by the day

Where the deceased are some of them does lay

And some in their first hometown choose for to stay

And some are growing old in towns and cities far away

From the parks where as teenagers ball games they did play

Of the what was only memories remain true to say

To the boys of the fifties time has become their foe

With only memories of their better years long ago

On looking back the years time seems to have gone fast

And memories are all that remain of the past

It is true about time it does tick on and on

At midnight this evening today will have gone

And just like the rhymer who writes a final rhyme

Eventually everyone runs out of time.

Money Speaks Every language

Money speaks every language as some like to say

And on your lifestyle has a huge part to play

And though the praises of money many may sing

It does mean a lot but it is not everything

And though those with lots of money have achieved great success

It cannot buy you life the greatest  gift any human being does possess

The billionaire like the pauper will eventually surrender to death

For everyone there is a last living breath

You are poor in many ways though you are one of the wealthy of the town

If you never do help the financially down

For the greatest wealth is in the mind

Of those who are caring and compassionate and kind

Money to you many good things may bring

And though it is quite important it is not everything.

It Is Each To Their Own

It is each to their own as some like to say

I add to my numbers of rhymes every day

Not for any literary fame or any money for pay

Just something i enjoy doing with me it is this way

I have never laid claim to the title of poet

Nor am i one worthy of any literary note

I must be addicted to the penning of rhyme

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

The rhymes that come to me in notebook i write

And email them into a  literary site

Though no shortage of rhymers in any village or city or town

For very few in rhyme not any money or literary renown

But it is something i hope to be doing until the day i does die

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

When People Ask Me

When people ask where i come from i tell them Millstreet

In the green countryside where the waterways meet

And where old Clara Mountain as ever looks down

On Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra and Millstreet Town

Where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

And learning of her ways today i enjoy

In the home of marsupials and eucalypts and many species of birds not seen elsewhere

In a Land different to most Countries of the big World out there

It was my yearn for travel that brought me far south

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

The accent of Duhallow today i retain 

A thing from the past that in me does remain

It was my yearn for travel made a migrant of me

Suppose in life we do follow our destiny.

On Grudges

Your past has gone from you forever so why dwell on negative things of your past

Bitterness to your mental health harmful due to a grudge in your memory that does last

If you hate someone you suffer mentally from your loathing this is only saying what happens to be true

The person you hate does not mentally suffer the one who mentally suffers is you

A mental grudge can give rise to physical illness this is what the well informed say

The one who is harbouring grudges cannot bring joy to anyone's day

If you do not have any joy in you then joy is a thing you cannot share

This is only saying something i am sure that most people of are aware

For the negative things in our memory a physical price we may pay

Mental anger may give rise to mental illness health problems can begin on this way

Those who for years nurse their mental grudges can physically become quite ill

And some even break Moses Fifth Commandment which clearly states thou shalt not kill

Those who cannot forgive other people themselves also cannot forgive

There is only truth in the saying of the often quoted live and let live.

On Bird Brain

Is it telling you something that you already know

That she or he are not stupid your average crow

I have seen little ravens dip hard crusted bread in water to soften to eat

Of brain power for birds quite a remarkable feat

Just look at the nest that most birds do create

Using their beaks and feet as tools some of their achievements are great

Most species of birds are intelligent they can even use tools

For to get them their food birds are not fools

To a human being deemed lacking in intelligence many people refer to as bird brain

Why this is looked on as an insult is beyond me to explain

Since this should be seen as a compliment birds are quite intelligent indeed

And of survival skills they are not in need

The intillegence of birds i have come to realize

But anything in Nature never cease to surprise

Of those who refer to a person as bird brain derogatory words they use every day

Unbeknown to them are paying this person a compliment in truth one can say

You Keep On Keeping On

In life you are doing it financially tough

But you refuse to believe that you are not good enough

To be one who will never know of  success

Being dismissed as a failure does not cause you any stress

Though anyone your praises never does sing

You believe in itself this is not a bad thing

Since to be ignored does only add to your will to succeed

Of ambition you are one who is not in need

Of  your life's hard luck stories you never complain

To try and to fail it is never in vain

You are one of those who with hope does keep faith

As is said good things come to those who do wait

Hope for times better from you has not gone

With life every day you keep on keeping on.

Happiness May Not Be Your Due

If you are a billionaire happiness may not be your due

But it is better to be wealtly and unhappy than poor and unhappy happens to be true

Though that money speaks every language as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

Money may not make you happy but it can make you financially secure

And of a better lifestyle for you does insure

But it is not your antidote against worry and stress

And is not your guarantee of a life of happiness

One of the happiest people i know of in the town

Is one who knows how it feels to be financially down

He is financially better off  than he used to be today

And he feels happy that lady luck is now smiling his way

Happiness is a thing one cannot buy or sell

You may not be one who is happy though you are doing financially well.

Through Long Years Of Absence

Through long years of absence my past is with me

In fancy the gray fog on Clara i see

Hiding the steel cross on it's summit that stand

By old memories the flames of nostalgia are fanned

Like many of my sort a migrant is the best i can hope to be

And of good or bad memories few of us are free

We brought them with us from a land far away

And they will be with us until our lives final day

Memories of where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

And learning of her ways today i enjoy

Her lessons to us are not of the few

And every day of her we learn something new

To the green countryside where the waterways meet

On my flights of fancy i return to Millstreet.

No Better Than

Are us humans no better than any of Nature's creatures since we create borders to defend

And the enemy of your enemy can become your friend

In wars over borders millions of people have died 

And millions left with lifetime crippling injuries their dreams of happiness destroyed

Yet life is the greatest gift anyone does possess

Far greater than any other form of success

Yet in war human life is taken cheaply where people wish on each other ill

And Moses fifth commandment states thou shalt not kill

War has taken place in Countries Worldwide the latest is in Ukraine

Where the super power Russia are inflicting on it's people suffering, death and pain

On either side thousands of people have died

And millions of Ukranians for refuge have fled to Countries Worldwide

That in many ways we are no different to Nature's creatures only true to say

Since wars are being waged over borders in the World every day.

Do Not Take Yourself Too Seriously

Do not take yourself too seriously

You are expendable though you do not believe so

Many who thought that they were irreplaceable

The World gets on without them though they died years ago

Wealthy and World known famous people 

We read and hear of their deaths every day

Though they are grieved by their fans and admirers 

Life goes on without them true to say

Famous entertainers and elite sports people

With fans and admirers Worldwide

Death will not treat them as special

Far greater than they are have died

Do not take yourself too seriously

Since you are only a mortal after all

Those in life who climb the highest 

Have the furthest for to fall.

A Brave Man

Physically he is not the man that he used to be

Since a motor car accident in two thousand and three

Left him h horrific injuries which he did survive

He says he feels happy just to be alive

Going back in time a nineteen year span

Dark haired and handsome a fit and healthy young man

In his early twenties near the prime of his life

The woman he loved and was to marry did not become his wife

It is true about life on some it is not always fair

Post his accident that left him in a wheelchair

His to be wife with him did not stay

Some loves do not last the first big test life works on this way

In his battery operated wheelchair in the park or on the street

He is one that i happen to meet

He always does greet me with a cheerful good day

Despite misfortune one who is not angry with life of him one can say

In his early forties he lives on his own

And though of bad luck in love and life he is one who has known

The challenges of life he willingly embrace

With a positive attitude and a smile on his face.

On Learning Of Nature

On learning of Nature one comes to realize

That of her we know little this not a surprise

But those open to learning of her learn something new every day

In life we never stop learning in truth one can say

Of the praises of Nature her admirers do sing

But the very thought is a sobering thing

That the future to Mother Earth change for the better may not bring

As we may be quite near to the first silent Spring

To many species of wildlife extinction is near

Songbirds getting rarer with each passing year

Many species of animals, amphibians, lizards, insects and fish getting rare

Extiction seem close the siberian tiger, the koala and the polar bear

The first silent Spring in time may not be far away

And this is a sad thing for to have to say

Wildlife is losing out due to human greed

And of more human friends the Earth is in need.

By Stingray Bay

A Sunday evening in June by Stingray Bay

On what is a chilly and Wintery day

The sun it is hidden behind clouds of gray

Though weatherwise dry quite Seasonal of it one can say

On the kelp and seaweed on the beach starlings and silver gulls eating sea lice washed in by the tide

Though some of the insects from the probing beaks find places to hide

Lots of food for coastal birds where the land and sea meet

Just three minutes by car from Banyan Street

On the concrete path by the foreshore people cycle and run and jog

And some walk in pairs or in groups or walk alone with their dog

Whilst some sit in their cars enjoying the sea view

Of Nature every day one does learn something new

Nobody out fishing on a chilly Winter's day

Some have their boats moored on the deep waters of Stingray Bay.

A Positive Fellow

One of the working poor and his life in a financial mess

And from the rising cost of living he is under stress

With a house rent to pay and to support a wife and young family

Though working hard for an income he knows of poverty

He has always worked hard for a living and has never been on welfare

Sad to think he is one of many his sort in the world are not rare

Some people work hard for a living without knowing of financial success

And sad to think they are the people that many does never impress

The director of the company he works for is a known multi billionaire

Many grow poorer for a few to grow wealthy this is something everyone of are aware

Though he is one of the working poor of hope for the better he is not in despair

He is one you does not hear say that life is quite unfair

He works hard to support his wife and children on what is poor take home pay

But he is a positive fellow and believes good times for him are not far away.

One Of The Unsung

Of biological children she does have none

And too old now to give birth to a daughter or son

In her late fifties her shoulder length hair is silver gray

Still quite attractive for her years of her one can say

And compassionate and kind in her own caring way

She performs a good deed or more every day

A former volunteer nurse she has worked in third World Countries overseas

In camps nursing the sick and dying refugees

A friend of the forgotten, dispossessed and downtrod

The people  who belong to the lesser god

Of the needs of the less privileged one who is aware

Quite a selfless person and her sort are rare

One of the unsung but a great person indeed

Of good Karma every day she sows the seed.

Money Is Useful

Money is useful why otherwise pretend

And the one with plenty of it never short of a friend

But on the success ladder those who have climbed far

Are the people who do not know who their friends are

But the people who live on the poor side of the town

Who know how it feels like to be financially down

Know who their friends are as they ought to indeed

Those who stand by them on their times of need

Though the friends of the wealthy in numbers does grow

Of who their true friends are they only will know

If some bad business deal puts them in poverty

That they will lose most of  their friends comes with a guarantee

It is not saying anything in any way that is new

That true friends one can say are of the few.

Goodbye To The People

Goodbye to the people you may never more see

They are part of what was for you of what used to be

The good and bad memories are all you retain

Of people that you may never meet again

From your hometown your journey in life took you to elsewhere

For to make a new life in the big World out there

In your first hometown from here far away

To many you may be a stranger today

Your friends of the past today you may not recognize

As ageing changes faces one comes to realize

Like you they have forged new friendships and in life have moved on

And like you only retain the memories of days now long gone

Goodbye to the people you have not seen for years

For the what used to be you have shed your last tears.

Your Place Of Residence

Your place of residence in life can be detrimental to your chances of  success

Job seekers from the poor suburbs many employers fail to impress

Those born into poverty of success stand little chance

Due to their huge handicap of birth circumstance

For being born to poor parents the price huge to pay

And so many poor people in the Human World of today

Those from the tough streets who know of wealth and fame to say the leasr few

And this is not saying anything that is new

Most people born to poor parents in life struggle to cope

And of a better futuire can only live in hope

Sad to think that people's place of residence against them does tell

Though they feel ambitious in life for to do well

Your circumstance of birth in your future can have a big say

This is how it always was and how it is in the World of today.

On Politicians

Of the praises of politicians many does sing

Since truthfulness in most of them is not their thing

The majority are in politics for their own gain

Their actions alone their hidden thoughts does explain

It is not saying anything in any way that is new

That the honest politicians are of the few

Most honest people quickly come to realize that a career in politics for them is all wrong

That in a career of deceitful mind games they do not belong

Though known as honourable members of parliament honour most of them does not portray

For most of them the truth is the hardest thing to say

Even some of them their own lies appear to believe

It can be said of them they know how to deceive

The praises of themselves and their political parties they do love to sing

With most politicians self promotion is surely their thing.

On The Tragic Death Of Gillian Daly

A daughter to John Joe and Helen and a niece to Anna May

In Liscahane Millstreet Town Gillian Daly lived for many a day

She died tragically when her car in Kennedy Quay

In Cork City went into the River Lee

Her two young sons in the car with her swam to safety but sadly Gillian died

That life can have it's heavy crosses cannot be denied

A beautiful person on her forty fourth year of life

A huge loss in her role as a mother and wife

News of the passing did travel Worldwide

Of the woman from Douglas in Cork born and raised in Millstreet in Duhallow's green countryside

A beautiful life accidentally by death in her forties from her snatched away

Perhaps her tragic ending was was her life's destiny in truth one can say

A well loved young woman attractive to behold

Gillian was one not destined to grow old

Her parting from life for her a sudden release

The beautiful Gillian in St Eltin's Cemetry in Kinsale rests in peace.

Where I Was Born And Raised

Where i was born and raised from here far away

I would be a stranger to many today

Some i went to school with are where the deceased does lay

And some like me in Duhallow did not stay

But the memories remain to me as a source of joy

Of where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

The old rushy fields near the Town of  Millstreet

In the green countryside where the waterways meet

That inspired me to rhyme many decades ago

Long before time it did become my foe

And only the memories with me does remain

Of beauty i may never look on again

Where old Clara Mountain as ever looks down

On green Claraghatlea west of Millstreet Town.

Maud Clunes

Maud Clunes she does say she has had it with men

Three months ago she parted with her partner Ben 

When news of his infedilities did reach her ears

Her's is not the first love affair to end in tears

A grandmother for many years she was George Clunes faithful wife

But he left her and nowadays has one younger in his life

Maud in her early sixties attractive looking with hair of silver gray

She is one who is ageing in the natural way

For any more love affairs she does not have any plan

She says that Ben in her life is her last man

To two unfaifthful men  loyalty and love she did give

she vows to remain single for as long as she live

Unlucky in love of her one might say

And stories like her's one hears of every day.

Mother Nature Or Nature

Joy to so many she never fails to bring

And those who do love her of her praises do sing

Along with Mother Earth of more human friends of she is in need

Since many species of her wildborn creatures are losing out to human greed

The one who helps Mother Earth for to feed all

Living things including humans from the great to the small

Old growth trees she helped Mother Earth grow every day being cut down

For to build more factories in the ever expanding town

The beauty she helped to create seen in Countries Worldwide

In every city and town park and in every countryside

In every Season her great beauty to see

It is all around you and it is all around me

For the dwindling numbers of her wildlife us humans are mostle to blame

Mother Nature or Nature she goes by either name.

Happy People

Since she or he possess the bright inner glow

Of the happy person others of wish to know

Wherever they are at joy is to be found

They carry it with them and share it around

Few wish to know of the sad sacks of the town

Sad looking people in mood feeling down

With a friendly hello to everyone they does meet

The happy people spread joy on the street

Unhappy people as ever not rare

And they never does have happy stories to share

One reason that their friends are in the few

Is that others have their own worries not saying what is new

But happy people others of wish to know

Since they have in them the bright inner glow.

Mrs M

Mrs M believes god is not a male if there is a god this god must be a she

That only females can give birth to life forms though on this many with her would disagree 

The god she believes on is in Nature she says in her fauna and flora every day

I see the beauty that she does give birth to a beauty for i do not to view must pay

Mrs M a divorcee in her fifties a grandmother to the children of her daughter and son

She does not belong to a church or a religion though for poor people good things she has done

She says you do not need a god to feel for others to help those who of help are in need

Those who help others deserve good Karma since for it they regularly do sow the seed

Mrs M a friend of our Earth Mother community tree planting days she always does attend

She says due to human greed our Earth Mother is suffering and she is in need of every human friend

She is not one of the town's more famous people ageing with grace her hair is silver gray

But she is an attractive looking woman and kind of heart in her own gentle way

She does not have a partner or a lover quite happy for to live on her own

She believes if there is a god this god is female since to give birth to life  females are only known.

Surfers Paradise

Surfers Paradise in south Queensland where Australia's wealthiest holidaymakers abound

A sunlit beach on the Gold Coast with skyscraper holiday hotels in the background

Those who holiday in Surfers Paradise are very wealthy people up to five hundred dollars for a night stay

It is not the sort of a place that any  poor person could hope to go to even for a brief holiday

The sugar daddys there wine and dine their young lovers their wives at home of their infedilities unaware

I only speak of a common occurence and something that is not known to be rare

Indigenous tribes fished and hunted in South Queensland long before the Europeans came

On aboriginal land  to build a sunlit City that is now known as the Gold Coast by name

It is hard to believe all of this did happen a little over two centuries ago

That people can change the landscape of a country for wealthy people happens to be so

In the Gold Coast parks many beautiful bird species migratory and non migratory do reside

But it is not for it's amazing avian beauty  that the Gold Coast is famous Worldwide

But for the skyscraper hotels of Surfers Paradise where only rich people can afford to stay

Some of them ageing males with their beautiful young lovers unbeknown to their wives on their brief  holiday.

Yes You Can

If you wish to make the World better to live in

With some betterment of your own self  you ought to begin

Any improvement of self is never too small

And this applies not only to you but to all

Good in the World you most certainly can do

By treating other people as you would like them to treat you

A fair go of anyone never deny

Live and let live to everyone does apply

By your acts of kindness for your future good Karma you can plant the seed

By helping if you can one of helping in need

When to those doing it tough some assistance you lend

To a better World to live in you become a good friend

Yes you can make the World better to live in.

An Honourable Man

An honourable man the octogenarian Joe

Growing old in a retirement home time has become his foe

The woman he loved Kate in a cemetery lay

Eight years ago from a long term illness she passed away

A sufferer of Jakob Disease for years for her he did care

On caring for her on her behalf no effort he did spare

To loyalty to one he loved he did remain true

And for this respect and credit is his due

Not all men and women loyal to love does stay

From a terminally ill partner they walk away

When loyalty was needed Joe did pass the test

One can say to live as a good person he gives of his best

Though his name will never be on a memorial wall

Of people not many as good as he is at all

In her time of most need he cared for his wife

And grieved for his loss when she passed from his life.

Everybody Grows Older

 Some people who have seen many a sunset and many a sunrise

In years have grown older but they have not grown wise

On their thinking on those different to them they seem rather amall

And over decades of time they have not changed at all

They are convinced that their ideas on life are right

The windows of their minds are closed to light

Their views on religion, culture, nationality and race

In discrimination does find a place

On a fair go for all they tell you they believe

But with their own words themselves they only deceive

Their idea of a fair go all does not include

But those who believe on a fair go are inclusive and do not exclude

Wisdom does not have an age to it one comes to realize

Everybody grows older but few does grow wise.

No Two People In Their Thinking

No two people in their thinking exactly the same

We are all individuals for want to it of a better name

Every day in life for many some new challenge to meet

And for success with each other many does compete

More losers than winners in the World every day

Suppose humanity is designed for to work on this way

Though sadly it all comes to nothing for everyone in the end

Since death never treats anyone as a friend

Even those of similar thinking on all things do not agree

In different eyes difference we does see

If we all agreed on all things we may live in harmony

But humanity to function right in thinking needs diversity

If we all agreed on all things how boring we would be

At least anyway this is how it seems to me.

On Peewees

Familiar black and white Australians one often does see

As they raise their wings they does call out peewee

In cup shaped nest high on branch of tree the female bird lay

Three to four eggs with pink spots through the gray

They are known as magpie lark or mudlark or as peewee due to their song

Once seen and once heard one never again get them wrong

They find their food small insects mostly on the ground

With their heads ever bobbing as they walk around

Their familiar song they sing every day of the year

Peewee peewee one often does hear

Among the many Australian species of birds one of the better known

One can say of them they have ways of their own

Once seen and once heard them you will know again

As memories of them are not hard to retain.

Anna

It is only in visualizations that Anna today

With her young friends children games does play

Going back in time some six decades ago

In her early seventies time has become her foe

A widowed great grandmother eight years ago her husband Jack

Died rather suddenly of  a massive heart attack

For months she grieved his passing but time is grief's healer she say

And he is now alive in her memory today

News of a fomer friend's passing of late did move her to tears

They were best friend in their childhood years

They went on different journeys in life

She raised her children in their hometown as a local man's wife

The sad news of her passing brought back memories of a happier time

When they were children long before their physical prime

Before her yearn for adventure took her to elsewhere

To try out her luck in the big World out there.

In Life Every Day

In life every day a new challenge to meet

And for this thing known as success many does compete

In the age of technology narcissism is rife

The obsession with the self for far more than a minority has become a way of life

But one has to ask is this what living life is about

Since eventually everyone by time is counted out

The elites of sports and entertainment are feted Worldwide

It seems like these are the people with a god on their side

In a Human World for one to win big many have to lose

Winning is the thing everybody does choose

Everybody cannot be a winner does seem true to say

In a fair Human World it would not be this way 

But those who climb highest have the furthest to fall

And time as is said it does take care of all.

Jim From Yorkshire

For his home countryside in England far away

Jim from Yorkshire he always feels homesick in May

Though he has lived in Australia for sixty five years

Memories of his Homeland has him close to tears

A great grandad  in his mid eighties his hair silver gray

His wife of sixty years June where the deceased are does lay

Two years ago of a massive heart attack she breathed her last

Death though not pain free came upon her fast

He grieved for his beloved June the great love of his life

She was his soul mate and his devoted wife

But that time is the healer does seem true to say

And with the octogenarian Jim it too is this way

In his semi detached red brick unit he lives on his own

In his neighbourhood he is well loved and well known

The accent he brought with him from far away

Despite his years in Australia is with him today

In his visualizations Jim often does see

Masses of white blossoms blooming on every hawthorn tree

From where he now lives in distance far away

In the green countryside of  Yorkshire in May.

Never For Money

With rhyming words i am one who just loves to play

And i add to my numbers of rhymes every day

But never for money or widespread fame

In literary circles mine is not a known name

It is true that a rhymer never runs out of rhyme

I wrote my first rhymes in my physical prime

This is going back many decades ago

And since time that ages has become my foe

And though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt

No shortage of subject material for to write rhymes about

It is not saying anything in any way that is new

That the wealthy and famous writers are in the few

The rhymes that come to me in notebook i write down

But never for money or literary renown.

The Game Of Comparison

What others say of me why should i much care

Since of my human flaws i am all too aware

I realize not everyone of me has nice things to say

Though i never harm anyone in any sort of a way

I too can be judgmental i know all too well

Though on the imperfections of others anyone ought not to dwell

Live and let live seems a good idea

Though sadly this is not the way of humanity

The verbal game of people comparison is played every day

It is a game in that anybody can play

Perhaps it is only saying something that most people of are aware

That those who do not take part in the game of comparison to say the least are rare

But them for their game of comparing i ought not criticize

For i am not unlike them i have come to realize.

Mother Earth Does Need

Mother Earth does need more human friends on her side 

By people of greed she is being attacked Worldwide

Human greed gives rise to Global Warming that gives rise to Climate Change

And due to destruction of natural habitat many creatures have become endangered that were common on their range

Human beings must be responsible for many creatures becoming rare

The Earth that feeds us all is for us to live on and with other creatures to share

The one who supports us all creates every new millionaire

But surely too few foe her does seem to care

Of the financial economy political chatter abound

But all wealth has it's source in Mother Earth's ground

The one we depend on to live of more human friends is in need

Future generations of people will suffer because of our greed

Shortage of food and malnutrition due to us will be their price to pay

And of us they will not have any nice things to say.

We Live In An Age

We live in an age when some look on those who are friendly as not quite right

That those who say hello to strangers are not very bright

In a World where the narcissists and self centered are not in the few

To feel distant towards strangers is nothing new

To be friendly towards strangers is a form of respect

Though of warm and friendly people some are circumspect

But many look on friendly people in a positive way

They spread a flutter of joy in every friendly good day

Those who do not trust friendly people they pass on the street

Are mistrustful of all friendly people they meet

One can say of them they are not nice of  for to know

As they does seem lacking in the inner glow

The self centered of the World are no longer rare

This is only saying something that many of are aware.

True Love

True love in life should be everyone's due

But not everyone to true love does remain true

People fall in and out of love every day

But so few in love with each other a lifetime stay

Love affairs that start in passion often end in tears

And many loves grow stale with the passing of years

But there is an old wisdom worthy of recall

It is better to love and lose than never know of love at all

Some students of love say it is not a lie

That the love that is the fastest to bloom is often the quickest to die

True loves that last a lifetime are of the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

The full bloom of true love is hard to retain

And so few in love a whole lifetime remain.

What We Dislike In Others

What we dislike in others in ourselves we does see

Though many with this would choose to disagree

The truth on this saying is not for me to say

But each to their own it does seem this way

Many claim that others are our reflective mirrors is not in any way true

But some will tell you that to this some credence is due

Sometimes what your eyes tell you your mind does believe

Looks as is said can be known to deceive

We make our own judgments in life one does suppose

And we make our own friends and create our own foes

There are good and bad people in every Country Worldwide

And many of us does have our secrets to hide

What we dislike in others in our own selves we see

For the answer to this you better ask somebody other than me.

We All Age Rather Quickly

We all age rather quickly beyond our physical prime

And eventually we all does run out of time

You may be wealthy and talented and feted as a success

But life is the greatest gift you does possess

The one who does treat every life as the same

And is not the respecter of wealth and of fame

Will pay you a visit one night or day

On everyone's life death has the final say

Pay your respect to where it is due

And to your higher self try to stay true

Though you have many admirers and know of great success

Life is the greatest gift you does possess.

The good things you do for others says more about you

Than the good things for yourself that you choose to do

Though you have many admirers and know of great success

Life is the greatest gift you does possess.

Duhallow In May

Where the Blackwater through Duhallow is winding it's way

The old fields green and resplendent in their wildflowers of May

And the hawthorns quite beautiful cloaked in their blossoms of white

Of such natural beauty a lover of Nature would write

Duhallow in May is a beautiful time of year

The wild birds are singing and the Summer days near

The swallows home to breed from Lands far away

Above the fields chasing flying insects all day

The migratory nest parasite with the distinctive song

The cuckoo once heard one can never again get wrong

Cuckoo cuckoo is all they does say

The female their eggs in the nests of smaller birds lay

The only part in motherhood that she does play

She returns home to breed to Duhallow in May.

Only True To Say

That extinction is forever only true to say

Wildborn species in the World getting rarer by the day

Australian children of the future sadly may never see

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

The thought of it is even a sad thing

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

Of birds there are less of them to see and hear

Many species of them becoming rarer by the year

Global Warming caused by carbon emissions and natural habitat destruction due to human greed

For extinction of wildlife does sow the seed

The Earth we live on does need more of the envioronmentally aware

But sadly those who abuse her are not even rare

For humanity it is not a source for pride

That wildlife numbers are on the decline Worldwide

Sadly too few for the one who does feed us does care

Mother Earth we depend on to live a sad thing of to be aware.

Winners Are Grinners

Winners are grinners as some like to say

And far more losers than winners in the World every day

For one to win big many have to lose

And losing is a thing anyone does not choose

Words of wisdom well worthy of recall

Those who climb highest on the ladder to success have the furthest to fall

But death the great equalizer treats none as a friend

And does finally bring every life to an end

Is not a respecter of money and fame

And is the one who does treat every life as the same

People compete with each other for success every day

This is how it is and it will always be this way

But eventually time it does take care of all

Humans and creatures from the great to the small.

Have You

Have you ever been to a party where you felt out of place

Where many there to you had a familiar face

But with any of them you had little in common to share

Of their values to yours different of you became aware

Well groomed and well dressed young males and their pretty young dears

Talking of their beautiful children and their successful careers

For attention with each other they did compete

You were among the sort you often with do not meet

The party you went along to with a friend

And just to enjoy their company you did pretend

The few hours you spent with them did seem far from brief

And you left the party with a sense of relief

In life a new challenge to meet every day

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

Down On your Luck

Down on your luck and financially down

One of those doing it tough on your side of the town

Still hope in your mind is far from dead

And you can see better days of you ahead

Down on your luck but with hope you keep faith

Everything does come to those who does wait

On poor take home pay struggling to support your partner and family

Though working hard you know of poverty

A home mortgage and household bills for you to pay

And at work for you never an easy day

For a better paying job you often apply

Though without any luck you do not cease to try

You are not one to say life is unfair

Or surrender your mind to the thought of despair.

Dan In His Mid Nineties

All of those he went to school to the forever gone

But Dan in his mid nineties he is living on

The best athlete in the town seven decades ago

Long before time it did become his foe

But he jogs in the park for an hour every day

Though at a slow pace time on him has it's say

The national mile champion going way back in time

When in his mid twenties in his physical prime

A great grandfather ten years ago to cancer he lost his wife

On what for him was the saddest time of his life

He believes that to a good diet and exercise he owes his longevity

He hopes to be healthy and jogging at a century

The hair on his balding head is silver gray

The town's greatest athlete in time going back many a day

He does enjoy jogging and he does not lie

When he says he will be doing it until the day he does die.

Only Skin Deep

Beauty is only skin deep as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

Many of those beautiful to look at without inner beauty looks can deceive

What your eyes do tell you do not always believe

Many of the most attractive looking people are self centered, conceited and proud

And like nothing better than singing their own praises loud

They believe they are a gift to humanity

Fame is not a known source for humility

Of more people with inner beauty the Human World is in need

For a better World to live in they help sow the seed

Without the rewards of recognition or money for pay

They help people in need of helping every day

That beauty is only skin deep only true to say

And make out of this whatever you may.

He Is One Of Those

He was born into a World where he cannot win

He is one of those known as the does not fit in

On sports he is not one bit interested at all

Most of those he went to school with are fans of or play football

He is not a patron of the local pub

Or a member of any community club

In his early twenties close to his life's prime

Bird watching is his passion on his work free time

The only bird watcher in the town so much about birds by him known

When out bird watching he is always on his own

Sadly for him he does not have anyone with his passion to share

As bird watchers in the World to say the least are rare

Many who know of him look on him as not born to win

Since he is one of those who does not fit in.

The Mother

Though bad things to others she or he may have done

The mother will verbally defend her daughter or son

Though as good living human beings the test they did fail

And for their crimes they are behind bars in jail

The mother does say that they are not guilty of any crime

And for crimes they did not commit they should not be serving prison time

Than the love of a mother for her offspring no love quite as strong

In her eyes her children could never do wrong

With that her children are not good people she would not agree

Only good in them is all she does see

The good mother her offsprings will always defend

And in their times of most need she is their greatest friend

Though as good living people the test they did fail

She will tell you that they should not be in jail.

What We Sow We Will Reap

What we sow we will reap life can work on this way

But this is just an old cliche many does say

People who on Karma does not believe

Say that to be successful you must know how to receive

They dismiss as losers the poor of the town

And say it is their own fault if they are financially down

To them Moses unwritten commandment is of your own self take care

And you never grow wealthy if some of your money with others you share

Those who are kind to others for to give them their due

To their higher selves try to live as true

But sadly in the Human World for one to win big many does have to lose

Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose

But those kind to others good Karma can expect to receive

This is something that should not be hard to believe.

I Am Of The Place

I am of the place of the jackdaw and rook and gray crow

Where the rushes in clusters in the flat fields does grow

In the green countryside where the waterways meet

Just west of the Duhallow Town of Millstreet

From the mountains of my youth i live far away

And i have not seen Duhallow for many a day

Where the birds now are singing in the prime of the Spring

And Nature to view at her finest joy to many does bring

The hawthorns are cloaked in their white blossoms of May

And the swallows in pursuit of their flying insect prey

With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

These migratory flying speedsters of the Spring sky

I am of the place where Blackwater winds it's way

By old country towns towards the sea night and day.

The Selfless

Of Kindness, empathy, generosity and compassion it can be the test

Natural disasters on people with these traits bring out the best

Quite selfless of them in truth one can say

To help those in need of helping they always go out of their way

They are even strangers to local renown

And will never be among the admired of the town

But they never desire that theirs should be a great name

They help others not for money or for fame

But just for the sake of performing a good deed

For their future good Karma they plant the good seed

The people who genuinely does believe

That in life you must give if you wish to receive

Where floods, storms and earthquakes have been

In the frontline of the helpers they are always seen.

Like The Great Christy Ring

 Just leave it to others your praises to sing

As did the great hurler the famed Christy Ring

On the field of play he always done his thing

And great honour to himself and to hurling, Glen Rovers and Cork he did bring

But the master hurler on the field of play

Of his greatness in public never had anything to say

That actions speak louder than words as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

Self praise in life never gets one too far

You should leave it to others to say of how great you are

We are in the age of self promotion in the twenty first century

And they are a rare breed now those with humility

Not many nowadays like the late and great hurler Christy Ring

In his humility great honour to himself and the game he loved he did bring.

On Badgers

Badgers are creatures of the mustelidae family 

They are creatures by day one seldom does see

As they are mostly nocturnal of an omnivorous diet

And are sturdy and quiite strong with a keen appetite

Mostly dark gray with white on their face

Quite distinctive from all other species of the mustelid race

They eat roots and dig for earthworms and on rabbits, hedgehogs and frogs do prey

And they break into fowl sheds and kill fowl though not often one can say

They line their sett with new bedding in the grey of twiliight

Before going out in search of food for the night

Due to persecution by humans badgers are becoming rare

Something of which Nature lovers are aware

To the weasel family they do belong

For their size they are sturdy and deceptively strong.

Autocratic Leaders

Of an autocratic leader any Country is not in need

And far too many of their sort in the World indeed

They give rise to unhappiness and division create

And against those who oppose them in any way discriminate

They do not believe on human rights and abuse their rule

Every autocratic leader by nature is cruel

Because of them many good pro human rights people are behind bars in jail

Autocratic leaders as human beings do fail

Narcissists with great power and quite obsessed 

Those who do not support them by their police and army oppressed

Far too many autocratic leaders in the World of today

A good leader to them is different in every way

By far too many of their sort Worldwide

They cannot unite those who only know how to divide.

On The Passing Of Jack Corkery

In Liscahane Millstreet with Maureen his wife

Jack Corkery he lived for most of his life

Survived by his wife and son and two grandsons one grieved by those he did befriend

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

One who lived his life in an honourable way

Quiet and unassuming of him one can say

A gentleman one who never sought the limelight

In the Araglen Nursing Home in Boherbue he lived his last day and night

In his long life his friends in numbers did grow

And it can be said of him he had the inner glow

The great gift of life from him may have gone

But in all who knew him good memories of him will live on

From Liscahane his old home not that far away

In St Mary's Cemetery in Millstreet his last remains lay.

The Fear Of The Unknown

The fear of the unknown it is obviously clear

The reason that so many people death fear

That eternal life for the soul may be a lie

Even good living religious people feel no wish to die

Though they are devoted to the god of their faith

They feel for their soul that heaven can wait

Since death they does fear of life post bodily death for the soul they must not be sure

If not with the thought of death they would not feel insecure

The fear of death is a fear that is among people Worldwide

And many who do not fear it end their lives in suicide

Of the praises of death you will not hear many sing

But as part of life it is a natural thing

It is the fear of the unknown most people fear

At the thought of dying is obviously clear.

Wild Rats And Mice

You will not hear anyone say things of them that is nice

Wherever there is food there are rats and mice

Despite trapping and baiting they still does survive

And  doubtless this is due to their sexual drive

They regularly give birth to many young and are quick to multiply

That they are Nature's survivors of them none can deny

A fan of wild rats and mice would be a hard one to find

Some of the diseases they carry spread to human kind

To rid the World of them humans their best does try

But Worldwide in numbers they multiply

To producers of food they come at a huge financial cost

Due to them every year tons of food are lost

I have yet to hear anyone of them say they are nice

They do not have any friends wild rats and mice.

Another Election

 Another election to us is near

But in politics few things does change from year to year

Since jobs and more jobs the major parties only talk about

Of what is most important to the majority of voters they leave none in doubt

But Global Warming that hurries on Climate Change 

From the major parties scarce gets a mention which seems a bit strange

Since Global Warming is the creation of human industry Worldwide

By our abuse of the Earth that does feed us which to us is not a sense of pride

And more Earth abusive jobs are being created every day

Which seems a bit sad for to have to say

Our legacy to the children of the future hardships to them will bring

And of us and our politicians praises they will not sing

From the soaring weather temperatures that leaves the Earth to grow crops far too dry

Famine and early death for future generations for this seems hard to deny.

We Make Gods Of

They make gods of sports people and entertainers and the super wealthy minority Worldwide

And gloryfying them to us a sense of pride

As if in their achievements for us there is some gain

Why people find pleasure in praising the achievements of strangers to them seems hard to explain

Does not mean you are a good person though you are famed Worldwide

Though you are the best at what you are good at of you cannot be denied

But your ego keeps swelling when others your praises does sing

And an over pumped ego for anyone is not a good thing 

We glorify people of so called royal blood into privilege born

And those who dare criticize them are treated with scorn

In some Countries to criticize the monarchy is a serious crime

And people who do so does serve prison time

Thanks be to the powers that be for death is all one can say

The deceased pauper is equal to the deceased billionaire today

Those who glorify some people help to create inequality

Though many with this i feel sure would not agree.

Even A Stranger To Many

Even a stranger to many on his side of the town

Yet in his words he never puts anyone down

Others he never feels out to impress

And with anyone never competes for fame or material success

His own praises he has never been heard to sing

He lives a quiet life and does his own thing

Devoted to his young daughter and her mother his wife

The down to earth fellow lives a moral life

Not a member of any community or sporting club

And not a customer of the local pub

He enjoys a few beers at home at the weekend

His aged neighbour on a pension living on her own says he is her best friend

He often does help me of him she does say

Just for the love of doing it and never for pay.

From Here Far Away

 In the high leafy groves from here far away

The wildborn birds of song they are singing today

And the wood pigeons cooing on the spruce and cypress trees

On a pleasant Spring day of around twenty degrees 

The fields lush and green have their Nature's flowers on display

And the hawthorns are cloaked on their white blossoms of May

On what is a beautiful time of the year

Towards the end of the Spring with June and Summer near

In May Nature at her very finest is seen

After recent spring showers the countryside looking green

On nutritious young grass gaining weight by the day

The contented cattle chewing their cuds does lay

And gathering nectar from the blossoming trees

The warm air full of the buzzing of bees.

One Of The Unsung

A book on his life millions of  copies would not sell

Yet he was a brave man and quite humble as well

When true courage was needed he had it to display

From the face of great danger he did not turn away

He risked his own life to pluck Mrs and Mr Roe's young son Jim

From the bed in his room with flames all around him

From the burning house he brought the boy out

Of what courage is he left none in doubt

All thanks to the man who did save his life

Today Jim Roe is a happily married man with a young daughter and a beautiful wife

In love and contented and of any cares free

And as happy as anyone could wish to be

But that luck was not with the man who saved his life happens to be so

He died in a car accident many years ago

In his mid twenties death did claim him young

As he lived he died as one of the town's unsung

When courage was needed in it he did not lack

Yet the offer of a medal for bravery he did knock back

Today Mrs and Mr Roe pay their respects to the brave and humble one

Who many years ago saved the life of their son.

Do Not Leave It To Others

Do not leave it to others to make a better World to live in

For this with your own self you have to begin

On how materially successful you are as a person says less about you

Than the good things for others that you choose to do

Of any more materially competitive people humanity is not in need

Since of a better World for all to live in their sort seldom sows the seed

The unwritten commandment many seems to obey

Care for your own self only the self centered say

Though they may never receive the credit they are due

To their higher selves they remain ever true

You can help to make a better World to live in if with others you share

But sadly no shortage of those who for self only care.

The First Australians

Their ancestors lived in Australia sixty thousand years ago

And maybe even longer as some would argue so

Not given the respect that they are worthy of which seems hard to undestand

But they will always be the first people of this great Southern Land 

To be born a First Australian is not to be one of the best

As many of them live in poverty the lot of the dispossessed

Of all indigenous races Worldwide and it seems sad to say

That most of them are among the poorest of the Australia of today

But despite dispossession and massacres some of them did survive

And descendants of the First Auistralians in the flesh today alive

The honour of the first Australians with them does remain

For as long as there are people in Australia this title they will retain

Many of them among Australia's poorest only true to say

And with all indigenous people Worldwide sadly it too is this way.

Those Born Into Privilege

Of government assistance they will never be in need

Those born into privilege are lucky indeed

Financially they have nothing to worry about 

And of their worth as people have no need for doubt

By billions of impressionable people Worldwide admired

Who of singing their praises never seem to grow tired

In a World where a person of great wealth and fame

By many seem to be well worthy of a great name

But amongst them you will not find one free of taint

Like Mother Theresa who was famous though poor and whilst living a saint

For death there will never be a loud hooray

But to the powers that be thanks to it one can say

For it is the one who makes equal of all

The wealthy and famous and the poor and all creatures great and small.

A Joy To Him To Hear

In the park playground children laugh as they play

The sound of their joy takes him far away

To his own childhood in the far away town

Many Seasons ago when his hair was light brown

Going back the years some seventy plus or so

Time that ages everyone has since become his foe

Of the friends of his childhood few living today

Memories of what was only with him does stay

The hair on his balding head is silver gray

Nobody grows younger only true to say

But the laughter of children reignites in him the joy

Of the games that he played with his young friends as a boy

The laughter of children always a joy to him to hear

In time it does take him back many a year.

Leave It To Nature

 Leave it to Nature to claim from you life's breath

And leave it to patriots to celebrate war and to glorify death

But live for as long as you possibly can

Live and die hopefully without any pain as an old woman or man

The praises of dead heroes are often sung

But it is only a fallacy that only the good die young

Like every old person is not a sage

Goodness too to it does not have an age

That life is your greatest gift as a truism remain

Of the meaning in this does one need to explain

A heroic death is based on a lie

You can love your Country and for it not die

Of life for the soul after bodily death not for me to say

I only feel grateful to be living today.

On An Old School Class Photo

An old school class photograph of years long gone

But only the memories are living on

Of your friends back then you've not seen for many a day

Where the deceased are some of them does lay

And some in the old hometown did not stay

Their life's journey took them to Lands far awaay

From where as children into young adults they did grow

And where today few of them would know

Only the memories today do remain

Of the old town you may not see again

And the girls and boys you grew up with then

Like you no longer young women or men

An old school class photo takes you to the past

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

Not Saying Anything That Is New

Worldwide there are good and decent people in every village and city and town

Of all races and shades of black, white and brown

But they have become rare the free of taint

And the rarest of all is the living saint

There is good in most people and one comes to believe

That those who like to give can expect to receive

If you look for the good in everybody some good you will find

Though some more so than others more geneous and kind

It is only the poorest people of the town

Unlucky in life and financially down

Who cannot afford a second hand car

Do really know who their friends are

Though many good people in the World of bad too quite a few

And this is not saying anything that is new.

On Australian Magpies

To the warbling of the magpies in the dawning gray

Many Australians do wake for to greet the new day

Australia's best known songbirds that sing every day of the year

Their warbling every Australian does regularly hear

In city and town parks and gardens and in the countryside

The crow sized black and white magpies are familiar to people Australia wide

On their breeding Season they regularly sing at night

On a moonlit evening their songs a source for delight

Territorial and fierce in defence of their territory

Magpies are birds one often hear and see

Unmistakeable in their appearance and their warbling song

Once seen and once heard one never again get them wrong

Of the birds of Australia among the best known

Magpies are quite territorial with ways of their own.

To The Earth That Supports Us

To the Earth that supports us our existence we owe

Yet that most of us does not even respect her happens to be so

On her we all do depend on to live

Yet we take and take from her and in return to her nothing give

She is the main victim of our homo sapien greed

And of more human friends she is badly of in need

The Earth is for us to live on and with other creatures to share

But sad to think that her human friends are so rare

For our abuse of the one who feeds us future generations of people will pay

And of us they will not have any nice things to say

Those who brag of land ownership have got it all wrong

For how can we own to what we to does belong

When time on our lives will have the final say

On some form or other we will return to her one day.

So Friendly And Pleasant

So friendly and pleasant in her own charming way

She greets everyone with a smile and good day

Wherever she is at joy is to be found

For she brings it with her and shares it around

Young and unconceited and free of guile

On her beautiful face always a beautiful smile

Not in any way surly or rude

One who to life has a great attitude

If she has any problems them she does not show

The seeds of happiness she helps to sow

At the sharing of joy she does succeed

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

People like she is nice of for to know

As she has in her the bright inner glow.

There Are Millions Of Rhymers

There are millions of rhymers in the Human World of today

Writing rhymes with them just a hobby in truth one can say

Something they do for enjoyment not for money for pay

With rhyming words the people who just love to play

There are rhymers Worldwide in every village and city and town

But few of them even know of local renown

In writing rhymes for a few only any money or fame

For most rhymers rhyming is a hungry belly game

Twenty first century literary critics dismiss every rhymer as a non poet

And do not consider them to be worthy of any literary note

There are more rhymers in the World than there has ever been today

They only write rhymes for enjoyment in truth one can say

That rhymers used to be popular happens to be so

But going back in time this now seems long ago.

The Cattle Egrets Are Back

In the coastal Moyne Shire in late Autumn in May

With June and Winter just three weeks away

The white migratory cattle egrets have returned for their Winter stay

With the cattle herd they spend their every day

Eating ground insects, grass hoppers and frogs that to their taste buds taste sweet

That hop or crawl out of danger's way of big trampling feet

Only to end their lives in an egret's craw

To eat and be eaten is in Nature's law

When the cattle egrets arrive in the coastal Moyne Shire you know Winter is near

In the coolness of late Autumn weatherwise not an unpleasant time of year

They leave the coastal lands for to breed in the Spring

The workings of Nature is an amazing thing

The coastal lands looking green after the recent rain

And the cattle egrets are back in the Moyne Shire again.

People Age Rather Quickly

People age rather quickly beyond their physical prime

And eventually we all does run out of time

And the babes born yesterday are ageing today

And younger anybody never does stay

On average the young does outlive the old

We do age rather quickly as has been told

And even those who believe on a life for the soul post bodily death

Will fight on for life up to their final breath

If they were so sure of heaven death they would not fear

This is only  saying what is obviously clear

As long as you are in good health and feeling mentally okay

Though aged feel happy for to greet every day

For death you never do hear a hooray

Only earthworms live where the deceased does lay.

In Beautiful May

In the still of the evening in the prime of the May

Just after suindown in the twilight gray

A water dwelling songbird of the Spring

The dark brown white breasred dipper in the river does sing

The birds with the high pitched metallic song

Once seen and once heard one never again does get wrong

May in the Northlands is a green time of year

Towards the end of the Spring with June and Summer near

The swallows back home to breed from Lands far away

Above the old fields chase flying insects all day

Familiar birds one does often hear and see

Red breast robins are singing to proclaim territory

And the voice of the cuckoo one often does hear

In beautiful May in the Spring of the year.

What We do To The Earth

Less trees and less places for wildlife and less birds to sing

In time we may not be that distant from the first silent Spring

Mother Earth and Mother Nature of more human friends are in need

That extinction is forever is a truism indeed

What we do to the Earth that feeds us to our own selves we do

This is how i does see it whatever about you

This World is for us to live in and with other creatures to share

Humanity is badly in need of more of the environmentally aware

Destruction of habitat for wildlife for financial gain has it's source in human greed

By our abuse of the Earth that does feed us for hardship for humanity we are planting the seed

Our disrespect for the one who does feed us is to all of our shame

Future generations of people will have us to blame

For what to them will be our environmental legacy

Shortage of food that will give rise to famines and widespread poverty.

Far More Losers Than Winners

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

That for some to win big many must lose humanity works in this way

Suppose we all cannot be winners in truth one can say

And to be one of the losers the price big to pay

The poor are always the unsung of every town

And they live their lives as even strangers to local renown

The wealthy and famous the power brokers Worldwide

It does seem the poor have the lesser god on their side

The one who wins big always becomes a great name

And power does belong to those of wealth and fame

But it is not the size of your home, swimming pool or car

That tells of the person that you really are

Yet there are far more losers than winners as a fact does remain

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

The Power To Do Good

The power to do good only comes from within

And for a better World to live in with yourself you begin

How you choose to live it is all up to you

The wrongs you do to others to your own self you do

For a better World to live in you can plant the seed

By helping anybody of your help in need

The kindest and most caring people of any town

Do even seem strangers to local renown

Good people for their kindness and generosity are not hard to admire

Yet the admiration of others they never desire

Though their names never appear on a memorial wall

Their contribution to the betterment of humanity is never small

Those who willingly give in other ways receive

This is something that should not be hard to believe.

Nature Is One

Nature is one who has ways of her own

And so much about her remains as unknown

And every day of her we learn something new

Her lessons one can say are not of the few

Of Nature we learn something new every day

She is quite amazing of her one can say

Yet the more we learn of her the more we come to realize

That of her we know little this is not a surprise

The one of the unrivalled magical power

From a tiny seed she helps Mother Earth grow a beautiful flower

Such joy in her natural beauty to so many she does bring

And those who does love her of her praises does sing

Yet it is a sad thing of to be aware

That many of her creatures are becoming rare.

I Am Of

I am of the fields of the rook and gray crow

Where the rushes in clusters near the waterways grow

Where Finnow the white river silent deep and slow

Winds it's way to Drishane where the Blackwater flow

My journey in life has brought me far south

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

Where i would be a stranger now since there i did not stay

And i have not been there for many a day

Those i went to school with long past their lives prime

Like me they too would be showing the wear of time

Perhaps their grandchildren play games in the schoolyard as we did long ago

Years before time it did become our foe

I am of the place near a far away town

Where the roadways by the mountains do wind up and down

And only the memories with me now remain

Of faces and places i may not see again.

If You Do Not

If you do not pay to people the respect they are due

To your higher self  you are not being true

They are never among the admired of the town

Those who in their words enjoy putting others down

Live and let live as a truism remain

The meaning in this it's own self does explain

The people you bad mouth no lesser than you

What you do to them to your own self you do

Wisdom to it does not have an age

A young person can have the mind of a sage

Not every old person is knowledgeable and wise

This is something that many of come to realize

The lessons of life are not of the few

And every day we live we learn something new.

Jeremiah Joseph Callanan

Today his poems live as worthy of literary note

Jeremiah Joseph Callanan was a great Irish poet

In Lisbon in Portugal on his life's thirty third year of poetry he wrote his last line

On the nineteenth of September eighteen twenty nine

Very ill homesick and alone in Sao Jose Hospital in Lisbon he died

Far from his home in Cork in the green countryside

Though nowadays no trace of his grave in Lisbon remain

With the passing of time his wonderful poems for him new fans does gain

The Recluse Of  Inchydoney, The Outlaw Of  Loch Lene and the Convict Of Clonmel

By lovers of poetry are poems that are known well

By Jeremiah Joseph Callanan the poet who died in his poetic prime

His poems living on through the centuries of time

Due to his poor health he went to Portugal for health mending sunshine

But he died a young man there in eighteen twenty nine

Reading his poems bring enjoyment to many today

He was a true poet of him one can say.