Monday, January 31, 2022

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.

Sunday, January 30, 2022

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.

Saturday, January 29, 2022

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.

Friday, January 28, 2022

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..

Thursday, January 27, 2022

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.

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

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.

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

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.

Monday, January 24, 2022

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.

Sunday, January 23, 2022

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.

Saturday, January 22, 2022

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.

Thursday, January 20, 2022

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.

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

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.

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

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.

Monday, January 17, 2022

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.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

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.

Saturday, January 15, 2022

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.

Friday, January 14, 2022

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.

Thursday, January 13, 2022

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.

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

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.

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

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.

Monday, January 10, 2022

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.

Sunday, January 9, 2022

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..

Saturday, January 8, 2022

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.

Friday, January 7, 2022

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.

Thursday, January 6, 2022

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.

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

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.

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

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.

Monday, January 3, 2022

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.