Kitty O' Connor

Born and raised as Kathleen  Scannell in Kiskeam in Coolikerane she spent most of her life

Where she raised her children as the late Con D O' Connor's  wife

And though eventually we all become victims of time

She was quite an attractive looking woman when in her life's prime

The sad thing about good people is that they too do grow old

Kitty O' Connor was a woman who had a heart of gold

They were a fine dancing couple herself and her husband Con

When they were years younger in Seasons long gone

A kind and caring person of her one can say

Who never harmed anyone in any way

And though she was one well advanced in years

Her passing from life would not have gone without tears

One who in life never desired wealth and fame

Or that her's should be remembered as a great name

But she was a good person of for to know

As she did have in her the bright inner glow

In St Mary's Cemetery in Millstreet in view of Cashman's Hill

Her heart that beat with kindness is forever still

Hope her parting from life for her was a painless release

She lived as a good person may she now rest in peace.

Duhallow In Early February

In view of the snow capped hills of Duhallow on this January day

From the overnight frost the bare fields looking gray

The cattle in the farmyard sheds bellowing for silage or hay

And from the old Barony the first breath of Spring still seems far away

Though the birds in bare hedgerows do not chirp or sing

Each dawn one day nearer to the northern Spring

Though your exhaled breath looking gray in the cold morning air

Your woolly cap or hat on your head keeps some warmth in your hair

The hungry rooks cawing on a tall leafless tree

In Duhallow on a cold morning in early February

When the grass is gray with frost a sign that rain is near

But quite typical weather for Duhallow for the time of year

In view of the snow capped mountains in Duhallow today

From the overnight frost the grass looking gray.

With You A Big Thing

Like many others self promotion with you a big thing

But you should leave it to others your praises to sing

Self praise is no praise as the wise one did say

Wisdom from the past that is relevant today

It is true you are quite good at what you do

But remember there are some at this who are better than you

Though you may be the best at what you do on your side of the town

This only gives you a claim to local renown

You have convinced some of your friends in the local public bar

Of how marvellous a person that you really are

And though self promotion may build up for you some public esteem

This does only get anyone so far it does seem

To say you are the best on your behalf a big call

Self praise it does not prove your true worth at all.

Old James

Old James from Manchester to me once did say

The laughter of children in the park at their play

Take me back to my first home from here far away

Good memories of what was a lifetime does stay

Good memories of youth the best memories of all

He recalled with his young friends how he often played ball

On Summer evenings until twilight just before dark

They had their own games of soccer in the park

James a great grandfather predeceased by Rosie his wife

The mother of his children and great love of his life

The accent of Manchester in him did remain

One thing from the past most migrants do retain

Perhaps in his late eighties he had known of a better day

The hair on his balding head was silver gray

With Rosie in eternal rest now he does lay

Far south of Manchester his first home far away.

A Stranger Today

A stranger today to many i would meet

In the Parish and the Town of Millstreet

Where i was known to many in my physical prime

In my absence i have been forgotten over decades of time

I may never again see old Clara's Hill

Or hear the babble of the Claramore Rill

In Claraghatlea fields from high Claramore

At the start of it's journey to the Atlantic Shore

A stranger to many in Duhallow where the Blackwater flow

Nowadays there so few of i could claim of to know

It was my yearn for travel that took me away

From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day

And only the memories with me now remain

Of faces and places i will not see again.

It Is This Way

Some loves does not last long happens to be so

They were madly in love up to a year ago

Nowadays they passs each other in silence when they do meet

In the shopping centre or on the street

It is said that love fastest to bloom is often quickest to die

In their case anyhow this is not a lie

The passion in their love did not seem to last

Love between them bloomed quickly and died just as fast

At least they do not have any children to quarrel about

A problem many divorced couples with children could do without

Love between them did not have a long stay

With different stories to tell of their breakup who is right or wrong who is to say

In many broken relationships it is this way

In the death of love always some price to pay.

Dr Daniel Nour

The young Australian of the year for twenty twenty two Dr Daniel Nour what an amazing man

In Sydney the one who champions the cause of the homeless and poor the great Dr Dan

Founder of the Street Side Medics he and his volunteer doctors and medics offer homeless people free medical care

The  Dr Daniel Nours of  the World to say the least are rare

He and the doctors and volunteer medics who help him are great people indeed

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

Dr Nour and those like him are people well worthy of praise

One can say that they never does cease to amaze

Since to help those in need of helping they go out of their way

And perform their good deeds without the rewards of pay

For those in need of helping such great things he do

The young Australian of the year of twenty twenty two

The love that he and his organization members have in them  among the poor they does share

By offering them free medical care.

Of The God You Believe In

Of the god you believe in you regularly kneel to for to pray

But of any of those different to you do not have any nice things to say

Which asks the question for you to be as you are your god must be a cold one indeed

And of kinder and more compassionate people than you are of is badly in need

To not be kind to others is legally not a sin

But your problem like all of your sort is you do not have a god within

It is a distant god that you kneel to in prayer

That cold god of yours of the big World out there

Even though you do not have a god to kneel to for to pray

To have your god within you are blessed in a way

For you have in you the gift of empathy

And only the good in all others you see

And you will reap the good fruit of the Karma you sow

For you do have in you the bright inner glow.

The Words Of A Wise Woman

The words of a wise woman worthy of recall

When she said she does need more friends the one who feeds us all

From our Mother Earth we depend on to live

We take and we take and in return little give

The one who supplies us with our every need

Has become a victim of our human greed

As for her resources we compete every day

That we abuse the one who feeds us does seem sad to say

Human induced Global Warming hurries on Climate Change

Yet to say the least it does seem a bit strange

That those who gain most from Mother Earth seem to believe

That to us she owe when from her we receive

On our very existence on her we depend

Yet we do not treat her as our greatest friend

The words of the wise woman worthy of recall

When she said she does need more friends the one who feeds us all.

Nobody Grows Younger

Nobody grows younger  in truth one can say

The baby born yesterday is ageing today

We are born to mortality is not a lie

And the longer you live the sooner you will die

We age rather quickly beyond our physical prime

And in memory we can only go back in time

Death who does treat everyone as the same

Does not differentiate between the poor and those of wealth anf fame

Like all other life forms for us there is an end

Death the equalizer to none is a friend

The longest lived human life in time not a long span

On average a few years more for a woman than it is for a man

That we are born to mortality happens to be so

And eventually time becomes everyone's foe.

Like All

Like all i was born to die on some night or day

The Reaper of lives will come reaping my way

Like everyone eventually i will run out of time

For me like all other rhymers there will be a last rhyme

My better days in the long forever gone

In my mid seventies time on me ticks on

If i said i did not fear death it would be a lie

It scares me the thought i eventually must die

In life i have made a few friends but then one must suppose

That the one with friends is not without foes

Many highways and byways i have been up and down

And i have lived and worked in many a town

I may be at the twilight of my life span

But i hope to live on to die as an old man.

It Is A World For Winners

A few years ago many him did admire

And just to be like him did feel the desire

But no longer among the admired of the town

A few recent defeats has left his reputation down

In a World for winners only winners do count

And even a good beaten performance to nothing seems to amount

When winning his fans in numbers did grow

But after some recent losses the winner loving fans of him do not wish to know

He thought he had many friends but in hindsight he is now more wise

That people only love winners he has come to realize

Nowadays his praises you will not hear many sing

It is true about fame that it can be a fleeting thing

It is a World for winners happens to be so

He was admired as a hero up to a few years ago

But hero admiration is only reserved for the best

And not for those found to be wanting when put to the test

In sports one who climbed to the summit of fame

And to many his did become a revered name

But nowadays by him anyone not inspired

In a World of winning only winners admired..

Nature By Name

She is such a great teacher in truth one can say

And from her we do learn something new every day

With the Earth that feeds us she interrelate

Such beauty between them they does create

She helps Mother Earth our food for to grow

Yet those who know most about her have come to realize that about her so little they do know

She helps Mother Earth to create a beautiful flower

And she remains as she always was the World's number one super power

In her gentle mood as gentle as a timid breeze

And when angry she flattens great buildings and uproot great trees

In flood, wind and earthquake she has caused havoc in many a city and town

And cause death and destruction when she brings buildings down

Behind her she leaves a blackened countryside when she takes to flame

The one who is known as Nature by name.

Than Your Dog

The majority of human relationships are conditional  why otherwise pretend

But the love of your dog for you is unconditional she or he your truest friend

For a few pats every day and a walk and a good feed

For ever devoted  loyalty to you is all your dog does need

Dogs have in them such love for to give

And your dog will love you for as long as it does live

Why people at the death of their dog for months do grieve

Is something that should not be hard to believe

In defense of their masters dogs never display any fear

Stories of them dying for their human friends we can read of and hear

dogs are so loyal for to give them their due

To those they do love they remain ever true

Just for the little bit of kindness to them you do show

Than your dog a truer friendship of you will never know.

Though Many Do See It

Though many do see it as a waste of time

The addiction i have it is not a crime

It is something i have been doing since my physical prime

I am one who is addicted to writing of rhyme

I have been advised more than once for to give it away

Since for doing it i never receive any pay

They do not understand that one can enjoy writing rhymes every day

So i carry on writing despite what some think or say

I used to enjoy reading rhymes years ago as a boy

And writing them nowadays i thoroughly enjoy

I hope to be rhyming until the day i do die

If i did tell you differently this would be a lie

And though my best years in life in the forever gone

For as long as i can do i will keep on rhyming on.

Alby Clarke's Last Run?

At Tower Hill of the Peek Wurrong on Australia Day

For one of the runners in the half marathon a mighty hooray

When Alby Clarke the blue haired Aboriginal elder completed the run

An amazing feat for an eighty seven year old person in the hot January sun

An amazing person of him one can say

With  blue hair dye he cloaks his long hair of silver gray

When he finished the race the cheering for him loud and long

This Gundijtmara elder in the home of the Peek Wurrong

To the amazing Alby Clarke one can only say well done

His late mother and father in him raised a great son

Not surprising in south west Victoria one so many admire

And of singing his praises his fans never seem to tire

To conquer his addiction to alcohol he took up running well past his life's prime

And he has run thousands of kilometres over Seasons of time

Life's greatest challenges with gusto he does meet

In many marathons and ultra marathons he did compete

Many Seasons have passed since he left primary school

There will never be another like Alby in the City of Warrnambool

Stories of him have travelled far and wide

Beyond the borders of south west Victoria's coastal countryside

On Australia Day in January twenty two at Tower Hill of the Peek Wurrong a historical place

It is said Alby Clarke has completed his last race

But knowing of the great man one only can say

That only in death he will give running away.

A January Day

The weather quite warm even for January

A temperature high for the day of thirty two or thirty three

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

And white butterflies seemingly dancing in the warm breeze

Blowing uphill from the saltwater bay

Carrying in it the sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay

With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

Swallows chirping in pursuit of flying insects in the blue and sunny sky

In the coastal lands by the coastal town

The paddocks a few weeks ago green are now looking quite brown

Warm weather this time of year is an expected thing

In the heat of the day few birds chirp or sing

Just a few clouds of gray in the mostly blue sky

And the weather is humid and warm and dry.

Nice People

Today some things the same as in the past

Nice people still finish last

Some things as they were stay the same

Only the ruthless know of great wealth and fame

Much the same in every town

Nice people strangers to wealth and renown

Though caring, compassionate and kind

And in many ways quite pure of mind

Nice people do their own thing

And their own praises never sing

Though they never receive the credit to them due

To their higher selves they remain true

By doing some good deed every day

And helping someone in some way.

Eveleen

I have learned so much from Nature Eveleen does say

And from her on my many walks i learn every day

And every day about her i learn something new

Her wonders in the many and her secrets are not few

She and her husband Ted have two young daughters Nature does not interest him at all

As a player with the local club on Saturday he does play football

Eveleen with her daughters Kate and Anne of seven and eight goes for a walk beside the lake

Just like their Nature loving mother a great interest in Nature they too take

Whilst Ted is enjoying his game of football which helps to make his day

In their interest very different each to their own as some does say

Eveleen to many is quite different to Nature she is a good friend

To Nature's local creatures some help she is willing to lend

In her backyard she puts out boxes for birds to nest in

With her as a fan and a friend for Nature a big win.

On Writing Rhyme For Me

On writing rhyme for me no reward or pay

But i add to my numbers of them every day

It is something i love doing and never could give away

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

Though my worth as a rhymer i have reason to doubt

So many things for me to write rhymes about

I have been penning them since my physical prime

As is said of rhymers they never run out of rhyme

Years ago i dropped out of the race to success

And i feel no desire others for to impress

I wrote my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three

And it was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me

I used to love reading rhymes as a young boy

And writing them nowadays i thoroughly enjoy

The Angry Drummers Of War

With Putin's huge army surrounding the borders of Ukraine

The angry drummers of war are drumming again

And since no lessons are learned from wars of the past

Peace in the World sadly does not last

In the minds of the political war lovers every war does begin

And in war the so called winners never seem to win

That human beings are slow to learn from the past is not a lie

Every year in war many people needlessly die

If the Russian army does invade Ukraine which can happen any day

Even for Putin and his army the price may be huge for to pay

He may well claim victory but that will come at a huge cost

When the lives of many of his troops in battle will be lost

The Russians are surrounding the borders of Ukraine

The angry drummers of war are drumming again.

Forget About Dying

Forget about dying and your end of life plan

And live for as long as you possibly can 

Live for life is the greatest gift anyone does possess

Far greater than any other form of success

Those with end of life plans of themselves see no future ahead

They are losing life's battle and soon will be dead

Though healthy despite getting old they are resigned to their inevitable fate

And have lost their desire their gift of life to celebrate

Most of the people in extreme poverty have only one life plan

And this is to live for as long as they can

And hope that better better times of them are ahead

They feel no desire to be among the dead

Despite their lack of money and financial success

They realize that life is the greatest gift anyone does possess.

The Novak Affair

In January twenty two in the Australian Open Tennis Championship the defending champion Novak Djokovic not allowed to play

The Australian Minister for Immigration on his participation in The Grand Slam tournament had the final say

As an unvaccinated player the Minister cancelled his visa he was deported back home to Belgrade

His last ever game in Melbourne he may well have played

The World number one tennis played his Australian Open tennis title unable to defend

Alex Hawke who is no use at tennis brought Novak's dream to an end

For choosing not to vaccinate against COVID the price Novak did pay

On the decisions of one Minister and three High Court judges in Australia he could not stay

The Serbian is at present the World's number one tennis player

Some say by the Australian Government he was treated unfair

Whilst others from them see it differently

And with Alex Hawke's decision see fit to agree

Novak did not lose his Australian tennis title on the tennis court but in the court of law

And on the wrongs or rights of this your own conclusion you draw.

Illowa In January

The day it is warm over thirty degrees

And a certain warmth in the coastal breeze

Blowing from the Pacific some five kilometres away

In Illowa on this summery January day

Flying above the sunlit paddocks countless white butterflies

Many of them have lived their last sunrise

As butterflies they live a few days and die

As all life forms of Nature just like you and i

With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

Welcome swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky

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

And young birds are chirping on the bushes and trees

A weather forecast of a temperature high of thirty three

On a warm afternoon in January.

Quite A Depressing Feeling

It is quite a depressing feeling the belief you are not good enough

You have dropped out of the success competition for you it was far too tough

You do not have achievements to tell of you feel you have left yourself down

You will never be a high achiever or among the admired of the town

Some of your erstwhile friends quite successful and for themselves doing financially well

Stories of their recent successes they certainly does like to tell

You are no longer one of their friends group you feel for you it has been better this way

Since you cannot tell them of any recent successes or any rise in your low take home pay

The feeling you are one of the inferior is not a good feeling at all

You feel any success you have known compared to the successes of many seem small

It is hard for anyone to feel positive when you know you have done your best

In the competition for material success you were found to be wanting you feel you did fail when put to the test

Everybody cannot be a winner for some to win many must lose

Though none wish to be known as a loser winning everyone does choose

But more imporatnt you live as a good person and this does say more about you

Than any career achievement for your character could hope to do.

That Life It Is Terminal

That life it is terminal is not a lie

Us human beings like all other life forms are born to die

If not of disease or illness then of old age one day

We are not in the World for an eternal stay

Though you are one who for yourself has made a name

And is materially wealthy and know of great fame

The one who treats as equal failure and success

Known to many as death you do not impress

Yes the one with the scythe of death some night or day

Without an invitation will come reaping your way

And to the fatal scythe of death you too will fall

Despite your wealth and fame you are a mortal after all

No matter what you achieve in life for you there is an end

Death does not treat anyone as a friend.

Marlene

She shares the love and kindness in her in her gifts of flowers

That bloom in her garden in the sunshine after showers

A beautiful person in every way

The Human World does need more like Marlene today

Leamon is lucky to have her in his life

As his devoted partner and to be wife

The love and kindness within her with others she share

People like she is in the World are so rare

On Karma i am one who happens to believe

For her gifts of flowers good things in return she will receive

Always with a big smile on her beautiful face

Koroit for her in it is a far better place

Such a nice person of for to know

Marlene she does have the bright inner glow.

On Gobnait Twomey's Birthday

The Birthday party of twenty twenty two in Millstreet Town

Gobnait Twomey has celebrated a century of living her just claim to renown

Millstreet's Parish Priest Canon John Fitzgerald from the President of Ireland a cheques to her gave

In the history of Millstreet a moment in time for the memory to save

Gobnait who has been a widow for decades of years

Is one who has known of life's joys and tears

Though many years past her life's physical prime

She remains unfazed by the passing of time

In the hall of the long lived one who deserves her seat

Four generations of her direct descendants living a memorable feat

Much of her beauty of her prime years today she retain

Why some people age so well beyond me to explain

To capture on camera for the Millstreet Website  images of the big occasion Sean Radley was there

Images not to be enjoyed alone by Millstreet people but by Duhallow people living elsewhere

Though Gobnait far beyond Duhallow is one who is well loved and known

In the Town in view of Clara they feel proud to claim her as one of their own

One hundred years of healthy living is enjoyed by so few

To say that centenarians are rare in the World is not saying what is new

Gobnait Twomey in Murphy's Terrace has celebrated her one hundred Birthday

For this she is more than worthy of a loud Hooray.

Remembered As Failures

Of singing the praises of the wealthy and famous some never seem to tire

And in life to emulate them is a thing they do desire

But why many admire environmental vandals seems beyond me to explain

The people who abuse our Earth Mother for their financial gain

That we glorify legal criminals is a truth we do not face

For money that comes from Earth's resources for power has become a race

In a Human World where the minority owns the majority of the wealth at Mother Earth's expense

The values held by many does seem far from common sense

Future generations of people for our environmental abuse will pay

What goes around always comes around life works in this way

For our greed in the ongoing Worldwide competition of wealth and fame

The people not yet born for the poverty they will endure will have us for to blame

The same in your hometown as in the big World out there

The Worldwide competition for wealth and fame it is everywhere

For our abuse of the one who provides for us all the future generations will pay

And they will be remembered as failures the so called successful of today.

Great Failures

Many of those looked up to as successes to many are failures to me

With those who say they are worth admiring i cannot agree

Since they abuse the Earth that feeds us all for their financial gain

And why they have so many admirers is beyond me to explain

On those many admire as successful only failures i do see

Future generations will have us to blame for their poverty

We take and take from the Earth that feeds us and in return nothing to her give

The one who provides the food and resources for us who without we could not live

Those who gain most from Mother Earth does abuse her the most

Yet these are the people that many of how great they are does boast

The Earth that does feed us all they abuse every day

To me they are great failures i stand by what i say

We abuse the Earth that feeds us and this is to our shame

And for their poverty the future generations will have us for to blame.

You Are Better Off Than Those

If you are poor though otherwise young and healthy better times of you may be ahead

You are better off than those who were wealthy in the cemetery amongst the dead

For them there will not be a tomorrow they are blind to the bright lamp of day

They are surrounded by darkness only earth worms live where they lay

For them there is not a future and you are one not without hope

Of a much better tomorrow though financially you are struggling to cope

They could not buy life with their money since money death does not impress

With their last breath they did lose forever life the greatest gift anyone does possess

You may not always be a poor person happiness may come your way

You have your dreams of a great future your luck can change in a day

You may be poor but you are young and healthy and hope in your mind is alive

If you remain as you are positive your financial tough times you will survive

You have life the greatest gift that any human being does possess

With it for you there is a tomorrow and you may yet know of success.

On The Death Of Augie

Sad news out of Olinda from the high wooded countryside

And in the age of modern technology such news travels far and wide

Augie an adopted family member of the Ladds family on the busy Olinda-Monbulk roadway died

That death with it brings great grief cannot be denied

At least to young Augie a black and tan Australian terrier death did come fast

But for Django and Ginger and their parents Damian and Vanessa their grief for a while will last

Though it is true that the healer of grief can be tears

Fond memories of Augie will be with them for years

Such a tragic way for their dog's life to come to an end

The Ladds family in their dog had a loyal and loving friend

Dogs are such faithful friends their feelings they cannot disguise

One could see the love in Augie in his loving brown eyes

At the tragic death of their family pet at a young age the Ladds family will grieve

But that time is the healer of grief is not hard to believe

Of dogs happy and sad stories are told

And some dogs like some humans are not destined to grow old

For Augie who loved his human family at a young age a tragic end

Than your dog you do not have a truer friend

In January in Olinda in a warm Summer's day

The Ladds lost a beloved family member on the busy roadway.

New Holland Honeyeaters

In south eastern Australia in parks and gardens birds one see every day

Quite beautiful in their feathers of gold, black and gray

Small honeyeaters with long thin bills for extracting nectar from blossoms and flowers on flowering bushes and trees

And as well as nectar they supplement their diet on flies, spiders and bees

In cup shaped nest of lichen bound with spiders webs on bush or hedge the female bird lay

Two or three pink dotted pale eggs from view well hidden away

At their nesting time they treat none as a friend

And their nesting territory against bigger birds they vigourously defend

Of human kind wary though not very shy

New holland eaters the name that they are known by

Noisy little birds and aggressive in defense of their territory

In small family groups them one often does see

Quite beautiful small birds with ways of their own

In south eatern Australia to many well known.

A Great Person

She spends her her work free  hours working for the natural environment without any money for pay

Tree planting and other Earth friendly tasks of her one can say

If everyone were like her for Mother Earth and Nature it would be a huge win

As is said of the power to do good it can only come from within

A widowed grandmother in her early sixties she lives on her own

For her environmental works and her kindness to others she is one who is known

She performs a good deed or two every day

And on so doing for making a better World to live in her part she does play

As a State registered nurse on the helping of others always willingly inclined

Quite selfless in her ways and generous and kind

One of the unsung on her side of the town

Her sort are even strangers to local renown

With volunteer environmental groups her one often does see

Over the years as a volunteer she has planted many a tree

For a better World fot all to live in she helps sow the seed

And of many more of her sort humanity is in need

All of her paid work free time she does spend

On environmental causes and to poor people being a good friend

Of the needs of the Earth that does feed us and poor people she is aware

And sadly her sort in the World are too rare.

We Should Share Our Gifts

We are all born with some gift of most of would be aware

And the gifts we are born with others with we ought to share

Though many for sharing their gifts never receive any money as pay

For doing so they will receive good Karma on some other way

For in life it is true we must give to expect to receive

This is something that ought not be hard to believe

For sharing their gifts the money millionaires 

To say in the World are of the quite rare

If the gift you do share joy to a few does bring

To your personal credit this is quite a good thing

For on trying to make a better World to live in your part you does play

By trying to bring joy to somebody's day

Though in doing so for you not any financial gain

That we should share our gifts as a truism remain

A Relative Thing

You may be great at what you do

But remember there is always one better than you

Despite what your admirers of you do say

You may not be the best at what you do today

To be great at what you do your claim to renown

And to your fans you are the greatest ever in the town

And though your praises many feel happy to sing

Greatness as such can be a relative thing

In your town at what you do the best you may be

But this is just one town would you not agree

For in every town they have one they claim to be best

At what they are good at far superior to the test

Of the praises of your heroine or hero you may happily sing

But greatness it can be a relative thing.

On Nature

It is something we do not pay money to see

The beauty in Nature to view it is free

The miracles around us we see every day

For to describe are their words for to say?

Nature the one with the magical power

Who helps Mother Earth create a beautiful flower

That grew to life from a tiny seed

Of her magical powers what more proof does one need

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

That of her we know little this is not a surprise

She is one who does have ways of her own

And so much about her remains to be known

Even to the professors who lecture on her workings in universities

Who of proof to show of their knowledge of her have their paper degrees.

You Do Not Feel Inspired

Though the wild birds are singing in the wood nearby

Of literary inspiration your well has run dry

Though wafting in the breeze of a sunny Summer's day

The sweet scent of freshly mowed grass for silage or hay

For to write anything today you feel too mentally tired

To write something original you do not feel inspired

Though the balmy air is full of the buzzing of flies and bees

And white butterflies are seemingly dancing in the breeze

With the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky

Such a beautiful day for to feel alive

Just to go for a walk or a country drive

Yet it is a sad thing for you for to say

That you cannot feel inspired for to write today.

The Stay At Home People

The stay at home people are lucky indeed

To see  the bigger World out there in them not the need

From home never wishing to live far away

Happy in the place where they first saw light of day

In their homeplace they meet the love of their life

The person destined to be their partner or husband or wife

Where they lived their childhood, teen years and their physical prime

They will grow old and live out their time

Happy to live where their's is a familiar face

The people who in them have a strong sense of place

In the place where they were born and raised in where they are loved and known

Happy to live and grow old among their own

Never daydreaming of Lands far away

Happy at home their lifetime for to stay.

Ignorance Can Be Bliss

We never stop learning in truth one can say

And we learn as we live something new every day

For most things in life there is some price to pay

It is part of our learning it does seem this way

No point on lamenting on what to us is lost

And our every mistake comes to us at a cost

Life to us has many lessons to give 

And we learn from her for as long as we live

And the more we do learn the more we realize

That we do know so little this is not a surprise

Those who think think they know everything are lucky indeed

Since of any more lessons from life of  they are not in need

But that we are born into life for to learn the point they do miss

Of this they seem ignorant and ignorance can be bliss.

Of The Resources Of The Earth

Of the resources of the Earth that provides for us all some have more than enough

And so many are homeless and hungry and at night sleeping rough

In a Human World where many grow poorer for every new millionaire

So few of Earth's bounty have got the lion's share

Of the praises of greedy people many do sing

And those who have lots of money the admiration of admirers to themselves bring

It is not saying anything that is on any way that is new

That the majority of the wealth of the World is owned by the few

That the gap between the wealthy and the poor is growing by the day

Is such a sad thing for to have to say

In a Human World where many have to lose for a minority to gain

That money is the source of inequality as a truism remain

And sadly the poor are growing poorer by the day

In a fair Human World it would not be this way.

A Port Fairy Beauty

A Port Fairy beauty she lives far away

From the coastal Town in the Moyne Shire in the U S of A

In souith west Victoria one who did not stay

Married with two young daughters in the City of  L  A

In her late twenties in her physical prime

Her sort inspire the writers of song, story and rhyme

To write of the physical beauty that they does possess

Some are born with physical traits that others do impress

In Port Fairy one not destined to grow old

With wavy drak brown hair to her shoulders a beauty to behold

And beautiful eyes with pupils of brown

The young former Rose of old Port Fairy Town.

With a friendly disposition and a beautiful smile

One free of conceit or any trace of guile

Those who knew her good memories of her does retain

In her Port Fairy's loss became L A's gain

In her physical prime time is not yet her foe

She left Port Fairy six years ago

In the coastal Town in the Moyne Shire not destined to grow old

One of natural beauty lovely to behold.

A January Day In The Moyne Shire

On a warm day in the Moyne Shire of over thirty degrees

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

With a humid warmth in the coastal breeze

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

In the mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray

And above the sunlit paddocks white butterflies seemingly play

And with the sun on their dark wings chirping as they fly

Welcome swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky

In the coastal lands between Warrnambool City and Koroit Town

The grass a few weeks ago green has turned to brown

Wafting in the breeze of a warm Summer's day

The sweet scent of grass mowed for silage or hay

On a warm Summer's day in mid January

With the temperature gage close to thirty three.

You Can Only Live

You can only live to be the best you can be

This is something that most people with would agree

Moneywise you  may be quite wealthy a known billionaire

But if with those doing it tough in life anything you never share

Though many like you in the World of today

Then your higher self from you is far away

People who have far less money than you

Far more good in the World are known for to do

By living their lives in an unselfish way 

And performing a good deed or two every day

Kind people do not always think olf their own need

And for their future good Karma do sow the good seed

They are living to be the best that they can be

Whatever about you this is how it seems to me.

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

A short walk from the Duhallow Town of Millstreet

It was my yearn for adventure that lured me away

From where i first looked on the bright lamp of day

To experience life in the big World out there

And become one of the many people from elsewhere

Who in the homeplace did not choose to stay

The far off places better as some like to say

In Duhallow today few there would recognize me

There a stranger to many i know i would be

In the migrant mind visual pictures remain

And good memories of what used to be i retain

That will stay in me until the day i do die

If i did tell you different this would be a lie

I am showing my years in this Land far south

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

And i may never more see Duhallow in Spring

In the prime of the May when the nesting birds sing

In time i am fast approaching my last Fall

For eventually death it does come to us all

And only the memories i have to retain

Of what was for me but will not be again.

January In Duhallow

January leaves it's mark in old Duhallow from overnight frost the bare fields looking gray

In the farmyard sheds in the cold of early morning the cattle are bellowing for silage or hay

From recent heavy rain the Blackwater bank high with a loud babble through north Cork does flow

In Duhallow in the wet and cold depths of Winter the wind with a harsh breath from the mountains blow

The migratory brown mottled birds known as redwing thrushes chirping on bare deciduous trees

On another wintery January day in Duhallow with a weather temperature high of a cold three degrees

Carrying in the cold wind the cawing of the hungry corvids the jackdaw, the rook and the silver backed crow

Duhallow is at it's coldest in mid January when the mountains are wearing their white hats of snow

Small birds in backyards by back doors devouring scraps of food thrown out by the housewife of  meat and bread

In the depths of Winter they always feel hungry and more cold and wet weather of them ahead

In January in Duhallow you will not hear birdsong it is quite a cold and a wet time of year

The gales from the mountains soughing loudly in bare trees is something that one does regularly hear

January in Duhallow weatherwise is not pleasant five weeks at least from the milder breath of Spring

When the deciduous trees will be sprouting new leaves and the eartly nesting birds will commence for to sing.

The Abused Husband

To say he did not have a happy existence would not be to say anything that is new

He was one of those rare long suffering husbands his happier moments in life of the few

Survived by his children and his grandchildren and his shrewish ever nagging wife

From her he received many a scolding she gave to him a miserable life

In his late sixties he died of cancer his end it  was rather painful and slow

One can say death did bring to him a relief from suffering an easy life he was one who of did not know

His widow in her late sixties angry with the World as an angry person she is growing old

She will never again find a compliant partner or husband that she can verbally abuse and scold

Seldom we hear of the abused husband in human relationships it is mostly the other way

Of abused wives there is never a shortage plenty of them in the World of today

But that there are a few men who are abused by women is only stating what is obviously true

To suffer of physical or mental abuse for the victim is something that is not deserving or due

He is at peace now in the local cemetery and she feeling miserable without him to scold

She will not find another man for to abuse on her own she will grow miserable and old.

Survival Of The Fittest

In Nature the biggest and strongest males win the right to mate it works on this way

Survival of the fittest as some like to say

The weak does lose out for the strongest to thrive

And only the fittest in Nature does survive

But even the fittest and the strongest are losing out to Climate Change

Many species that were quite common in their range

Nowadays sad to say are known to be rare

That wildlife numbers are on the decrease Nature lovers are aware

Due to human induced Global Warming and destruction of their habitat by greedy humans Nature's creatures are losing out

That so called human progress comes at a cost there can be little doubt

Only the fittest and strongest in the wild state of survival stand any hope

In Climate Change and the destruction of their habitat the weak are struggling to cope

More so now than ever survival of the fittest as a truism remain

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

The Man From Elsewhere

He is known by his nickname as The Man From Elsewhere

Who left his first hometown for to see the big World out there

His hair silver gray that years ago was chestnut brown

He has lived and worked in many a city and town

From a short term relationship he has fathered a son

Who on his last birthday turned twenty one

On raising him any part he did not play

And he would not recognize him if they did meet today

He has worked in shearing sheds as a shearer and bulding sites in towns north, south, east and west

Even today in his early sixties at hard manual work he holds his own with the best

Working on a building site in the town though as usual with him not for a long stay

The wanderlust will be in him until his last living day

Known in the various towns he has worked in as The Man From Elsewhere

Forty years ago he left his first hometown for the big World out there.

Kevin 'Bloody' Wilson

Kevin 'Bloody' Wilson years ago did know of some fame

But nowadays his is not a popular name

He did bring laughter to some for awhile

But nowadays at his vulgar songs and jokes few manage to smile

In the nineteen eighties and nineties near his physical prime

In human years this is going back a long time

He did seem a bit famous or notorious one might say

But out of the limelight he has faded away

For his sort of humor few him does admire

His fans in numbers did dwindle many of him did tire

His out of date humor not in fashion today

To see him perform few now willing to pay

His original songs and humor to say the least crude

For his on stage coarseness he rivals Rodney Rude

His fans now are few though to many he is known

But like as is said it is each to their own

For a while from his crass sort of humor he did financially well

But nowadays to his shows tickets are slow to sell

Of his praises nowadays you will not hear many sing

But as is said of fame it can be a fleeting thing.

Birds Are Nature's Artists

Birds are Nature's artists in their nest building skill

They can create such beauty with their feet and their bill

Some of them better than others at nest building humans too are this way

There are standards in most everything in truth one can say

Of famous human artists we know of and read about

But some birds of their nest building creations do leave no room for doubt

Some of the feathered artists of Nature such beauty create

Yet for their artistic abilities few them do celebrate

Of the praises of birds it seems hard for to tire

And some of them for their nest building skills one can only admire

Some of the smaller birds of Nature's artists the best

They are known for to build a beautiful nest

Some humans as artists are famed and widely known

But as artists some birds in their own right are in a class of their own.

The Tribal And The Tribeless

We are very different is how it seems to be

I do not understand them or they do not understand me

But it is each to their own only true to say

A quote from the past that remains relevant today

Their interests are in sports in general their own careers and especially racing car drivers and football

What is interesting to me does not interest them at all

They regularly discuss the successes and failures of their favourite sports club

When they meet for a drink at their favourite local pub

In your travels in the countryside to towns near and far

Similar people you will meet in every public bar

Of every nationality and race black, white and brown

There are tribal people in every town

As well as the tribeless and it is not saying anything that is new

That the tribal are many and the tribeless are few

Even among those who are of a similar race

The tribeless person among the tribal always feels out of place

With the tribal of the town i have little in common to share

But many of them superior as people to me of i am aware

It is each to their own as a truism remain

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

Harold Monro

A poet and a patron of poets many decades ago

In his Georgian Anthologies he helped many a young poet Harold Monro

And though he himself quite a good poet with words he had a way

In the literary World he is not well remembered today

Lesser writers than he was seen as worthy of more praise

Though they did seem to lack in his turn of phrase

I remember as a boy when my hair was dark brown

On reading a memorable poem of his 'Thistledown'

On a warm day flying in the breeze the tiny thistle seed

In their effort to find a spot to germinate quite a brilliant poem indeed

Though in literature his does not live as a great name

In his publications he helped many a young writer to a greater fame

He helped many young poets in their literary careers quite an unselfish thing

And of his own praises he was one not known for to sing.

On Black Wallabies

Resting in the high scrub from view hidden away

The black wallabies at Tower Hill are seldom seen out by day

Shy and beautiful marsupials less than half of the size of a fully grown gray kangaroo

They are mostly loners though sometimes together one does see two

Sometimes at night they visit local gardens and some vegetables eat

A young green lettuce to their taste buds a tasty treat

With most other marsupials little in common they does share

In their range not plentiful and neither are they rare

Quite pretty to look at creatures but in ways rather shy

If a human approach them they hop to cover nearby

So much about them remains to be known

These medium sized marsupials with ways of their own

In the high scrub from view well hidden away

From hiding they venture out in the fading light of day.

Her beauty It Is All Around

Her beauty it is all around you and me

A beauty anyone does not pay for to see

On all of her Seasons Nature's beauty is on display

It is everywhere all around us every day

For the beauty she helps Mother Earth to create

The artists and writers in their works Nature celebrate

And Nature her beauty with everyone share 

A beauty that human created beauty with cannot compare

Her wonders are many and her secrets not few

And every day of her we do learn something new

We know little of her ways we have come to realize

And this in itself is not any surprise

For her beauty  to view we do not have to pay 

It is all around us everywhere every day.

You Need Not Have To Win

Great honours and prizes you need not have to win

For to make the World better for to live in

It is not the good things for yourself that you do

That tells of the good in the person that is you

But the kindness you show to others every day

Though for doing this you never receive any pay

Tells of the good person that you really are

Though on the social ladder you may never climb far

You are a better person than most of the wealthy of the town

Who never does help the financially down

Honours in life you have never desired

And you will never be on the list of the admired

You live as a good person though you are a stranger to fame

And honours and prizes you do not have to your name.

The Poet Of Karma

Some of Robert Southey's poems were Karma related, The Inchcape Rock and Bishop Hatto two that come to mind

He was one who believed in Karma in his most famous poems his karmic beliefs you will find

The karmic related deaths of Ralph The Rover and Bishop Hatto i first read as a schoolboy years ago

Human law in life they disrespected but in Karma they met a fatal foe

In the poems of Southey Karma always the winner what goes around comes around as they say

Those who were cruel to others in the poems of Southey to Karma with their lives were forced to pay

Southey surely was the poet of Karma he was England's Poet Laureate in his prime

Since he breathed his last there has been many Seasons for this is going back a few centuries in time

His poems were my introduction to Karma with words he was one who did have a way

We sow the seeds of our good or bad Karma in our good or bad deeds every day

Southey was one who wrote a lot on Karma  he did believe what we reap we do sow

He was a poet who knew much about Karma and of how Karma works there is so much of to know

Robert Southey surely was the poet of Karma The Inchcape Rock and Bishop Hatto live as poetic gems today

In his beliefs for our sins against others to karma the big price we have to pay.

On Nature

So little i can claim to know of Nature though of her i learn something new every day 

Her admirers are growing in numbers the World's greatest teacher her pupils do say

The more that we do learn from Nature the more we only do come to realize

That of her we do have so much to learn this in itself should not be a surprise

Even those with uni degrees on Nature will tell you that she does have ways of her own

Not one alive who of her know all things so much about her remains as unknown

Every day from her we learn new lessons and her lessons are not of the few

One can say of her she is quite amazing and this is not saying anything that is new

Nature and Mother Earth the World's great providers to feed every life form they do combine

Without them we all would die of malnutrition no food on our table when we sit to dine

Nature helps supply Mother Earth with her beauty everywhere we turn to look we do see

The natural beauty that is all around us in every bush and every tree

Her flora and fauna they are quite amazing the artists and writers she does inspire

For to write of and for to sketch her amazing beauty in her there is so much to admire.

On Egotistical People

If you wish to meet egotistical people from where you live you need not travel that far 

On the street in distance not a long walk for you no shortage of them in the local public bar

Every day you do meet a few of them on the street as you walk up and down

Egotistical people not among the endangered plenty of them in every city and town

Into promotion of self in quite a big way their own praises they do love for to sing

Every day for themselves seeking new admirers promotion of the self in life is their thing

Every day their sort in numbers increasing egotistical people on the increase Worldwide

On public broadcasting of their recent successes they seem enamoured in their sense of pride

People like them to me not interesting their sort do never bring joy to my day

Self praise is no praise remains a truism for them i would never join in the hooray

Sad to think that the humble are endangered Worldwide nowadays their numbers are few

The World of their sort in need of far more this is not saying anything that is new

Sadly no shortage of egotistical people those who for admirers with each other compete

Every day sad to say i do meet many of the sort of people i would rather not meet.

What Goes Around Comes Around

For our crimes against others if to the law we do not pay

Then it will be to Karma life works on this way

What goes around comes around as the wise one does say

You eventually get burned when with fire you do play

The price high to pay if you do others ill

And if the law does not catch up with you Karma surely will

Since Karma to everybody does apply

That it has the power to reward or punish none ought to deny

That those who live honourable and honest lives good Karma can expect to receive

This is something that should not be hard to believe

But to those who do wrong to others Karma no mercy does show

In life it is true we must reap what we sow

What goes around comes around as a truism remain

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

We Belong To The Land

When i say how can we own land when to the land we belong

Others only tell me that i have it all wrong

Their proof of their ownership is in their legal document a deed

What more proof  of land ownership do i need

This is what they do tell me but this is human not natural law

On their argument on this your own conclusion you draw

How can we own what feeds us we belong to the land

This should not be beyond anyone to understand

To the land that does feed us we return to one day

In some form or other this is Nature's way

To the thing we think we own the land does remain

That we become part of what we think we own should not be too hard to explain

When i tell people we belong to the land they only laugh loud

Which renders me as an outsider of the tribal crowd.

Not Amongst The Admired

Like many he does have some friends and is not without foes 

This is part of being human one has to suppose

And though not amongst the admired of the town

He is known to be a friend of the financially down

Not wealthy or famous he works hard for his pay

And with a wife and two young daughters to support for him many a busy day

A social outsider since he is not a member of any local sporting or community club

And he never does patronize the local pub

A likeable fellow in his own way quite kind

And on the helping of others always willingly inclined

Yet it is not saying anything on anyway that is new

That his sort are never of the admired few

His own praises or the praises of others he never does sing

He is just one of those who likes doing his own thing.

It Was My Love Of Rhyme

With rhyming words i am one who loves for to play

And i add to my numbers of rhymes every day

And i email every day the rhymes i do write

To be published online in a literary site

I never lay claim to the title of poet

Nor am i one worthy of any literary note

I used to love reading rhymes as a schoolboy

And writing them nowadays i thoroughly enjoy

There are rhymers like me in every town

The rhymes that come to me in notebook i write down

But never for money or never for fame

Or to make for myself a literary name

It was my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me

But a poet is someone that i never will be.

We All Need Some Ego

We all need some ego in life for to stay alive

Without it in the World we could not hope to survive

But of too much of it anyone of is not in need

Since of arrogance ego it can be the seed

Nothing worse in the mind than an ego out of control

Since on the gentler human feelings it does take toll

The egotistical their own praises does love to sing

The extreme public promotion of self in life is their thing 

Of those with an under control ego not many it does seem

There are many who hold themselves in high esteem

But suppose for this them one can hardly blame

In a Human World where many does crave great wealth and fame

We all need some ego to survive this is true

As our individual personal dreams in life we pursue

But too much ego for the mind is not a healthy thing

Fot those who do have it their own praises only sing.

Some Men Believe A Real Man

A saying with it's source in the long gone years

Some men believe that a real man in public should not shed tears

That a real man in public his grief within him should keep

That it is not manly for a man in public to weep

A real man should not weep for his losses in life

At the grave of his sibling or parent or wife

Even in his moment of deepest grief his feelings in public he should not show

He should stifle the tears in him yearning to flow

Some men do not have an idea what a real man should be 

On what it is to be human only weakness they do see

In public their true feelings they keep ahide

So much indeed for this thing known as manly pride

Some men believe a real man in public should not weep even at a love one's grave

From bad childhood mentoring they believe that this is not manly or brave

Their idea of a real man would you not agree

Is of one who is lacking in humanity.

Those With An Abundance Of Love In Them

Those who have an abundance of love in them have love for to share

And of the needs of others are always aware

And though they may be among the unsung of their side of the town

They are friends of the poor and the financially down

Though great wealth and fame in life not their desire

They are the people not hard to admire

In refugee camps in Lands far away

Their sort help the poor and the dispossessed every day

Without the rewards for their kindness and hard work of pay

They are wonderful people of them one can say

To their higher selves they remain ever true

And for their kindness and generosity respect is their due

For a better World for all to live in their part they does play

By helping those down on their luck every day..

On Neo-cons

 Neo-cons believe poor people for their poverty have only themselves to blame

And that for being poor and homeless they should only feel shame

But of Neo-cons and their sort the Human World of any more not in need

In fact humanity without them would be the winner indeed

Neoconservatism from the U S has spread Worldwide

They are among the people who uphold the social divide

Any Neoconservative never a friend of the financially down

You will never see them help the poor of any town

Among the most self centered and narcissistic people of the Human World of today

From their higher selves they do seem far away

To those in extreme poverty any respect they do not pay

The human World the poorer for Neo-cons in it in truth one can say

Neo-cons lack in kindness, compassion and empathy

And on their thinking are not an asset to humanity.

He Sees Beauty

He sees beauty in a concrete building but not in an old growth tree

Perhaps our egos only see what we want them to see

To him the old growth tree of progress is in the way

There are many of his sort in the World of today

One of the top land developers on his side of the town

To make way for buildings today more old growth trees by his workers were cut down

In the name of progress Nature's beauty being destroyed

This happens every day in Countries Worldwide

We abuse our Mother Earth the one who does feed us for financial gain

Our environmental behaviour seems hard to explain

In the progress of humans some of the Earth has an ugly scarred face

For beauty a concrtete building an old growth tree cannot replace

He sees beauty in a concrete building but not in an old growth tree

And sadly in this many with him would agree.

The Cow Chewing Her Cud

The cow chewing her cud as content as can be the

In many ways is happier than me

As she seems quite ignorant of her mortality

And that she is easy to please one can only agree

Content with enough of grass for to eat

She does not realize that one day she will be slaughtered for her meat

Than us humans animals are easier to be satisfied

And their feelings they never do try for to hide

An animal is just an animal as some like to say

But of animals we learn something new every day

The cow in the paddock chewing her cud does lay

Seeming free of worries of her one can say

She does not realize that one day she will die

In this respect much better off than you or i.

Michael Corkery

Michael Corkery in Ballydaly first saw light of day

And in St Michael's Cemetery in Blackrock his last remains lay

Predeceased by Mary nee Linehan of Millstreet Town his wife

Their union together was one for life

Though one who was well past his physical best years

His passing from life would not have gone without tears

For he lived as a person who was gentle and kind

And a very good friend in him many did find

In all who knew Michael fond memories of him will remain

His loss to Ballydaly was Douglas's gain

A good husband and father and a good grand-dad 

The news of his passing from life to say the least sad

For all of us from life a final release

In Blackrock Cemetery in Cork may he now rest in peace.

On J J Callanan

To write memorable poetry it is the poet's duty

J J Callanan wrote of Gougane Barra's beauty

Where his Allua of song the River Lee is forever flowing

From it's source in the mountains where the bracken is growing

Of Ireland's poets Callanan was as good as any

It would be fair to say his equals were not many

In Portugal he died as a young man his life a success story

His poems a testament to his honour and glory

His verses a source for pleasure of joy he had the giving

Callanan long deceased but his poems are still living

To proclaim him one of Ireland's great poets there are no shortage of reasons

His poems have outlived him by hundreds of Seasons

The Recluse Of Inchydoney, The Convict Of Clonmel and The Outlaw Of Lough Lene in time have not faded

Twenty first century literary critics by the beauty in his poetry persuaded

That his poems have an originality in them that cannot be outdated

And that for his genius he ought be celebrated.

In The Coastal Countryside

In the coastal countryside of the Moyne Shire the grass is drying brown

Between the City of Warrnambool and Koroit Town

Up to a few weeks ago it was lush and green

But from January sunshine more brown to be seen

One of the cooler and wetter areas of Australia but in Suimmer warm and dry

And few clouds of gray in the sunny blue sky

In the home of dark wallaby and pale eyed crow

The Merri on towards Warrnambool winds it's way slow

Though the warbling of the magpies one often does hear

January in the Moyne Shire can be a warm time of year

The cattle chewing their cuds in the shade of the trees

On an evening quite close to the thirty degrees

The warm air is full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees

And white butterflies seemingly dancing in the breeze.

Words Can Be Hurtful

When she asked me what i do for a hobby to her is did say

I am one of those who writes rhymes every day

She said this is a strange thing to be doing for an ageing man like you

Since writing rhymes is a thing only children like to do

She seemed quite judgmental for one as old as me

But that ageism does not have an age to it seems hard with to disagree

Her ageist comments on what i do were meant to offend

But then she is one i do not consider for to be a friend

Methought for one in her seventies she ought to have more sense

By deliberately wounding people's feelings in causing verbal offense

If some men can be verbally offensive some women can be too

They find pleasure in scoffing at what you like to do

One whenever i meet never brings joy to my day

Words can be quite hurtful when used in an offensive way.

The Creators Of Noise

Adult ageing males who behave like naughty boys

Music to their ears is always loud noise

Racing cars, big trucks and motor bikes, sports and mainly football

Soul soothing silence does not interest them at all

It is not saying anything that is on anway that is new

That male adult noise makers are not of the few

Their sort i happen to meet every day

That there is no shortage of them is only true for to say

For those in ways different to them a strong dislike they retain

One might say in feelings bordering of disdain

The loud mouthed boys into men did not grow

For artists and writers respect they never show

Ageing male adults behaving like naughty boys

Their favourite hobby is the creation of noise.

On Birds

Some Of them by their appearance and songs are known

But all species of birds do have ways of their own

Even similar species from each other behave differently

So much to know about birds as most who know of them would agree

Some birds one does know by their appearance and song

And once seen and once heard one never again get them wrong

But these are species one does see every day

And are common and well known in truth one can say

But rarer birds not often seen and of humans quite shy

Even for experienced bird watchers harder to identify

Every day about birds even the knowledgeable on their ways few

Will tell you of them they do learn something new

Birds are beautiful creatures and it goes without doubt

That of them and their ways so much to learn about

And the more we learn about them the more we come to realize

That of them we know little this not a surprise.

Those Who Do Not Take Themselves Seriously

Those who do not take themslves seriously are people that are nice to meet

Since for success and admirers with others they feel no need to compete

They are not into self adulation their own praises they never sing

In a Human Worild of so much self  promotion this is quite a refreshing thing

They do not take themselves seriously and can laugh at themselves every day

Yet not many in the World of their sort which does seem a sad thing to say

So many of us take ourselves too seriously as we strive for this thing known as success

It is a huge boost to our egos when others we manage to impress

People who do not take themselves seriously sad to say are of the few

That the Human World is in need of more like them is not saying anything that is new

One does grow tired of self promoters their numbers on the increase it does seem

In every town so many people conceited in their own self esteem

Of those who do not take themselves seriously their praises one only can sing

They spread so much joy in the World and this is a marvellous thing.

Australia

Australia has inspired the writers of song, story and rhyme

To write of it's wonders over decades of time

Fauna such as marsupials, monoterene and megapode and flora such as acacia, pittosporum and eucalypt trees

That have preceded the birth of the first humans by thousands of centuries

Nature loving Australians feel a great sense of pride

On the beauty of it's many bird species that are known Worldwide

Kookaburras, shrikes, fairy wrens, thornbills, flycatchers and currawong

That only to Australia are known to belong

In Australia's vast outback that at most times is brown

Many kilometres of flat open country from any town

Live Australia's first people one of the World's oldest indigenous race

To thousands of years of pre written history their history does trace

Australia a vast beautiful Land with a charm of it's own

By lovers of Nature Worldwide it is loved and known.

The Past As A Memory

The past as a memory is all that remain

Perhaps i will never climb Clara again

Or walk in the fields to where the waterways meet

In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet

where i grew to love Nature as a young boy

And learning of her ways today i enjoy

In this often sunny place in this Land far south

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

So little of Nature's ways i can claim of to know

But my wonderment of her it only does grow

Her wonders are many and her secerets not few

And every day of her we learn something new

Yes of Nature we learn something new every day

We never stop learning in truth one can say.

In Early January

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

Even for Summer in January a warm enough day

A weather temperature for the day of over thirty degrees

And rather humid with hardly any breeze

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

And the cattle chewing their cuds lay in the shade of the trees

Dragon flies and butterflies in large numbers abound

Above the paddocks and gardens flying around

With the prime of the Summer every day more near

Early January in the far south can be a warm time of year

Up to a few weeks ago the grass looked quite green

But now in the paddocks some brown to be seen

Few birds chirp or sing but lots of flying insects about

On a warm day in early January in the far south.

On Bush Flies

On warm days in January and February in country places in the far south

Never any shortage of them always buzzing about

On all parts of exposed skin heads, legs, face, mouth and eyes

They perch on and pester you these tiny bush flies

On sundried cattle dung in the paddocks in Summer they breed

They populate in billions and are quite annoying indeed

We are told why they pester human and animals is not their fault

That in bodily perspiration they fulfil their need for salt

It is in their favour they do not spread disease

And they do not have painful stings like bigger wasps and bees

And though you wave your hands at them to keep them away

They keep perching on you and around you does stay

These tiny winged terrors of the Summer sky

On their main breeding month in January they multiply

When picknicking out of doors in the Summer they perch on you sandwiches and your french fries

That they do not have a long life is a blessing in disguise

They do not treat your body as a sacred place

They crawl on your legs and your hands and your face

In Summer for out of doors people trying to enjoy the sun

They have become known as the spoilers of fun.

On New Year's Eve 2021

The year 2021 is about to die

To say not a good year for many is not a lie

Millions of people Worldwide affected by COVID Nineteen

The last of the bad days has not yet been seen

So many people of COVID already have died

And so many people very ill from it Worldwide

A pandemic that from there is nowhere to hide

That it does not recognize borders of it cannot be denied

Many people look to 2022 with feelings of fear

But one can only hope for people Worldwide it will be a better year

Than 2021 that has caused so much sickness and death

And has left many people struggling for life's breath 

But that hope springs eternal truer words never said

And hopefully in 2022 better days for all are ahead.

Unsolicited For Advice

Unsolicited for advice in truth i can say

She advised me i ought to give rhyming away

But her opinions are her own business and this suits me fine

And what is her business is no business of mine

In rhyming for anyone nothing for to achieve

And since any money for doing it you never receive

And since anybody nowadays only volunteers do not work without pay

It is surprising you do not give rhyming away

If i told her from rhyming great joy i receive

She would have told me that myself i only deceive

To her criticisms i had nothing to say

And on parrting i wished her some joy on her day

One who does not seem to realize that money of joy can be a thief

But then it is each to their own belief.

You Can Help For

You can help for to make a better World to live in

It is not the amount of admirers for yourself you do win

That shows of the kindness and the compassion in you

But the good things for others that you choose to do

The power to do good only comes from within

To make a better World to live in with yourself you begin

Those competing for admirers and success in truth one can say

From their higher selves are much further away

Than those who do help the financially down

Though they are the unsung of their side of the town

Those who live near their higher selves are compassionate and kind

And to compete for admirers with others are not that way inclined

On the helping of those doing it tough they often go out of their way

In their unselfish acts of kindness every day.