Though Of Awards And Honours

Though of awards and honours you may never win 

You can make the World better to live in

By performing a good deed or two every day 

And being kind to others in a compassionate way

You may not be one of the admired of the town

But in your words you never put anyone down

Live and let live are the rules you live by

In your words of a fair go anyone you never deny

For your future you do sow the good seed

By helping if you can anyone of  your help in need

To some doing it tough some joy you help to bring

And for doing this your own praises you never sing

You may never be one of the town's admired

But the plaudits of others you have never desired.

Not One Person

Not one person who knows everything in truth one can say

But from other people you learn something new every day

This is if you are open to learning but not all are this way 

Though everyone in the sharing of knowledge have their own part to play

Life's lessons as is said are not of the few

But from other people every day one should learn something new

But sadly for those who their own praises do love to sing

On their journey in life they are not learning a thing

You are not open to knowledge when you can only refer to the i

Just a simple fact and fact never lie

The most knowledgeable people on their side of the town

Does live their lives as strangers to renown

But they learn as they live from other people and true to say

Those open to learning do learn every day.

J J Hinchion

As a young man J J Hinchion was broad shouldered and tall

For Macroom, Canovee, Cork and Millstreet he played Gaelic football

In his physical prime years he played against and held his own against Ireland's best

Gaelic footballers from Munster, Leinster and Ulster and Connacht in the west

A dashing forward and defender and a hard nut to crack

He often turned defence into attack

Far beyond Canovee in the Muskerry countryside

In Ireland's Gaelic Football circles he became known far and wide

He earned his living as an auctioneer and in real estate

But time as is said does seal everyone's fate

Like every renowned sports person in their physical prime

J J too became a victim of time 

In St Colman's Cemetery in Macroom his last remains rest in peace

For all of us from life a final release

Strong and fearless but sporting in the field of play

J J he was quite a man on his day

As a Gaelic footballer and business man for himself he made a name

But he was one quite unaffected by fame

In his prime in Ireland he was known Nationwide

And was known by club and County fans to have on your side.

Live For Your Freedom

That heroes die brave and young is based on a lie

Live for your freedom for it do not die

Hero worship of no use to the dead

They cannot dream of  the good times ahead

Life is the greatest gift anyone does possess

Far greater than any other form of success

The longest lived human life of time not that long a span

So live for as long as you possibly can

Live for life is for those who do live on

The dead just a memory in the living of those from life gone

Dead heroes never hear when The Last Post is played

And only the living do march in the war memorial parade

Honor to the brave war dead is surely their due

But that life only matter is only saying what is true

Of the praises of the dead you may hear many sing

But life after all is a wonderful thing.

Only The Bravest

Life's like a game you do not always win

But the will to keep on going through the tough times in you comes from within

Some of the financially down in life struggling to cope

Choose death over life when they live without hope

Life can be so hard on the mentally and financially down

And no shortage of their sort in any city or town 

It is when you do not have the price of a drink in the local public bar

That you come to know of who your true friends are

In a World where many unemployed people for jobs do compete

Every day for the poor one a new challenge to meet

For one to win big many have to lose

Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose

When any hope of success from them has gone

Only the bravest in life battle on.

It Is Only Saying

It is only saying what happens to be so

That one with many friends is not without a foe

With one you both dislike why otherwise pretend

The enemy of your enemy can become your friend

It can be from similar dislikes that friendships are made

By similarities in friendships a huge part is played

It is often when good friends fall out that dislike begin

And a friendship once lost one may not again win

Of serious crimes between former friends and lovers we often hear of and of read

As well as disagreements about money such a thing to hatred that lead

Your acquaintances many and your friends in the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

The one with many friends is not without a foe

This is only saying what happens to be so

The Love For You In Your Dog

In dogs it is something one regularly find

But not very often in us human kind

The woman may lose the love of her husband and the man may lose the love of his wife

But the love of your dog for you is a love that is for life

For a good feed and few kind words and a walk every day

Your dog as your true friend it's short lifetime will stay

With human relationships it is seldom this way

In long term relationships in love few does stay

But on the love and loyalty of your dog you can always depend

Than her or him you do not have a more loyal or a truer friend

Unrequited love between humans to say the least rare

This is something that most people of are aware

But if you are kind to your dog in loyalty and love you it will repay

And for it's short lifetime as your true friend will stay. 

As Old As

 A woman is as old as she looks it does seem this way

And a man is old when he stops looking as some like to say

These are well known cliches from the distant past

That over the Seasons of time seem to last

But for an old bloke in admiring of young beauty no harm it is true

As long as his thoughts he does not pursue

An old bloke is allowed to look but not look too much

But he is committing a serious crime if he chooses to touch

With women you stay out of trouble if you only do

What the law allows and expects of you

Just a few admiring glances is always okay

But all other thoughts in you do keep at bay

A woman is as old as she looks happens to be true

And that a man is old when he stops looking some credence is due.

Nearly Everyone Has Their Own Secrets

Nearly everyone has their own secrets from others to hide

This is how it is with people Worldwide

Those without some secrets to say the least rare

This is something that most people of are aware

Those who publicly broadcast their secrets to the judgments of the judgmental open themselves leave

And favourable judgments of the judgmental few ever receive

Though the secrets of most people does not  involve crime

They remain hidden in them for their lifetime

Some of how financially wealthy they are in public may boast

But of how much money they have is a secret to most

People since they do not trust the government and live with the fear

That the tax office would look into their dealings if of their wealth the government accountants did hear

Those without some secret to hide to say the least of the few

This is only saying something  that to anyone is not new.

Nature Rules

When Nature grows angry she causes death and tears

And bad memories of her anger does linger for years

Of financial losses due to her to wind, earthquake, flood, tsunami and fire

Nature leaves death and destruction on her wake in her moods of ire

Nature is above human law in a court she cannot be tried

That she is a law unto herself of her cannot be denied

Millions of people have died because of her going back the decades of time

Nature is one who rules by her own law injury or death by her is not a crime

When Nature grows angry she cause widespread fear the Earth with her power she does shake

beautiful buildings to rubble reduced in every earthquake

In fires and floods, tsunamis and storms people die and buildings and homes destroyed

Nature is the one not people who rules in every Country Worldwide

When Nature grows angry death and havoc she create from her there is nowhere to hide

She not human beings does rule the World of her this cannot be denied.

On Cows Grieving

Most creatures for the loss of their young do grieve

This is something that should not be hard to believe

The red hereford cows in the nearby paddock bellowing night and day

For their weanling calves by the farmer from them taken away

Their calves not yet fully grown at the salesyard have been sold

Varied in age from six to eight months old

Hoarse from bellowing for a week all day and all night

Though time against grief always does win the fight

The bellowing of cows for their calves in the Fall of the year

Is always a very sad thing for to hear

Those who tell you cows do not grieve their own falsehoods believe

And those who believe them are not hard to deceive

The red hereford cows at the loss of their calves in the paddock nearby

Are bellowing loud grief in their every cry.

The Unsung

Of far more selfless people of the Human World of is in need

For as a species they are endangered indeed 

Though they do serve the needs of the financially down

They are among the admired of any city or town

Without the rewards of money for pay

They help those who are most in need of helping every day

In war zones and famine areas helping the suffering and dying

That they are truly great people there can be no denying 

To their higher selves they remain ever true

And so few of them ever receive the credit they are due

Among the rare selfless some old and some young

And sad to think their praises are seldom sung

Of any public admiration the most of them lose out

And of the wealthy and famous we read of  and hear so much about.

Were I Born A Poet

Were i born a poet and with words had a way

I would write of Nature's beauty i see every day

The beauty that i do not pay for to see

Everyday in my walks it is all around me 

My love of Nature it only has grown

And so much about her remains to be known

She helps Mother Earth to grow the food to feed humanity

And the beauty she creates to view to all is free

A sad thing indeed of to be aware

Many of her wild species of fauna are becoming aware

For the beauty she creates her i can only admire

And of singing her praises i for one cannot tire

Yet from my many lessons of her i have come to realize

That of her i know little this is not a surprise.

I Have Not Seen Old Clara

I have not seen old Clara for so many years

Though good memories no longer reduce me to tears

Of the old hill that overlooks the Town of Millstreet

And the fields of the green countryside where the waterways meet

Just one of many people who went to live elsewhere

Far from old Clara in the big World out there

Far from the fields of the badger and waterways of the brown trout

Like many other migrants of Ireland i do live far south

In the old fields of Claraghatlea i grew to love Nature as a young boy

And learning about her today i enjoy

In the home of echidna and black wallaby and grey kangaroo

And white long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo

And though i may never climb on Clara again

Fond memories of the old hill i do retain.

So Many Judgmental People

So many judgmental people critical of young people who are on government dole

And they verbally dismiss them as people who do not have a soul

Though on their government payments they struggle to survive

And cannot even afford a second hand car for to drive

Most of the  young people on welfare have a sense of pride

And do not find any pleasure on being unemployed

They live in high unemployment areas which is against their chances of a job start

On work opportunities for young people postal address plays a huge part

So many judgmental people in the World of today

But having this said it has always been this way

So many judgmental people who judge the financially down

Their sort have never been rare in any city or town

Than being the unpaid judges of financially disadvantaged people they could find better things with their time to do

This is how i feel about it whatever about you?

On Nature

Such joy to those who love her she does bring

And of her praises her admirers always happy to sing

Of Nature every day we do learn something new

One can say of her that her lessons are not of the few

Of Nature something new to learn of every day

We never stop learning in truth one can say

In her there is so much beauty for to see

It is all around you and it is all around me

A beauty to view that financially to everyone is free

To live on as mental pictures in the memory

It is common knowledge and sad of to be aware

That some of Nature's creatures have become quite rare

Of more friends Nature and Mother Earth are in need

To say we depend on them for our survival is a truism indeed.

Everybody Needs A Dream

Everybody needs a dream in life to pursue

Though so few in their lifetime see their dream come true

Only the minority their dream does achieve

What most people does wish for in life they never receive

Though none wish to be among the financially down

There are winners and losers in every town

But the big winners of the World only of the few

And this is not saying anything that is new

But those with a dream though financially struggling to cope

Are people of better times not without hope

But due to their dream they wish to live on

In hope that their bad days from their lives soon will be gone

When times get financially tough on them those without a dream find it harder to cope

Than those with a dream who find solace in hope. 

Big J And Sue

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder as a truism does remain

In different eyes we see difference which it's own self seems to explain

Big J not an expert on beauty says he has a beautiful wife

He says Sue is the town's unsung beauty she is the great love of his life

Their son John was nine on his last birthday he is in primary school

Big J says like his beautiful mother their handsome son is nobody's fool

But with Big J's  ideas on beauty many do choose to disagree

Sue though quite nice as a person as looks go looks quite ordinary

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder this is how it is and how it always will be

The one beautiful to one person any beauty in many cannot see

Big J is biased in his opinions when it comes to his soulmate Sue

Though many do not rate her as attractive he is only saying what to him is true

My wife Sue is an unsung beauty This is what Big J does like to say

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder to some it is always this way.

A Migrant

 Far from where he was born and raised he lives and works elsewhere

As a migrant in a city in the big World out there

In his mid thirties with a wife and two daughters of six and five

Most weekends he takes his family on a scenic drive

Since in his early twenties when he left his hometown

The roadways of life he has been up and down

He is happy and settled into family life

With his two lovely young daughters and his beautiful wife

His mum and dad in their early seventies ageing in the old hometown to day

As the migratory bird flies from where he lives far away

He has not been back home for at least ten years

But for the what used to be he has shed his last tears

The accent he brought with him today he does retain

And as a migrant in this city he does remain.

Hooray To The People

Hooray to the people in life doing it tough

For trying their best and this is good enough

Since their best is the best that anybody can do

This is how i do see it whatever about you

In prison they never did spend any time

And though financially broke they never resorted to crime

Though life for them has been an uphill fight

And they have often been homeless and hungry and have had to sleep rough at night

They have survived their tough times and are doing well today

And working full time in a job for good take home pay

These are the people i can gladly adimire

And of singing their praises i never could tire

They may not be among the admired of the town

But they rose again after being financially down.

Going By Your Opinions

Going by your opinions your ideas in life are quite different to mine

And though you are of majority thinking this suits me fine

Though with the most of your ideas i do not agree

In different eyes a different World we does see

You believe that the poor of the World for being poor have only themselves to blame

So many in their thinking and opinions to you much the same

You never take circumstance of birth and parental financial circumstances into account

And therefore your opinions on the worth or lack of  on other people to only ignorance amount

Of the praises of the wealthy and famous you do like to sing

But you and your sort change for the better to the Human World never bring

Majority thinking upholds inequality and increases the gap in the social divide

And so many like you are in Countries Worldwide

That you are entitled to your opinions with me is quite okay

But than to me you look at life in a different way.

Time Tells On Everyone

Time tells on everyone in truth one can say

And nobody does grow younger by the day

A great grandmother many times a senior citizen of the town

In her late eighties she dyes her hair brown

Quite an attractive looking woman in her physical prime 

But hair dyes and anti ageing creams cannot turn back the hands of time

Her husband ten years ago of a heart attack died

From old age and death there is nowhere to hide

Though looking well for her years no longer a great beauty to behold

Nobody grows younger but everyone does grow old

But she has had her good innings one does have to suppose

Before death the petals does fall from the rose

She was the town beauty many decades ago

But time that ages everyone has become her foe

To time we all surrender eventually

For everyone born into life this is how it must be

We are born to age and die truer words never said

And death of everyone does lay ahead

The mythical legend of  Tir Na Nog

Was first brought to life by a lovable rogue.

Bill And Eveleen

Few loves last a lifetime despite what some like to say

Young Bill in his twenties with a different young woman today

Two months ago he was in love with dark haired Eveleen

Hand in hand walking in the park they were often seen

And as for Eveleen she has another young man in her life

And she has agreed for to become his wife

She says she loved Bill of time for awhile

But he had eyes for other women she added with a smile

True love has been the inspiration of song, story and rhyme

And few loves ever last over decades of time

After being in love for a short while Bill's eyes start to stray

Some males cannot help it if they are this way

And as for Eveleen she has found someone new

To fall in and out of love she is not one of the few.

An Ego That Is Out Of Control

A person of great power whose ego is out of control

On the lives of others does take it's toll

In the annals of human history because of them millions of people have had crippling injuries or died

And so much natural beauty because of them has been destroyed

By autocrats and dictators in Countries Worldwide

The people of great power of the mental darker side

To say dictators are bad people is not stating a lie

But their sort are born and their sort do die

In the mass graves of the World gone to decay

The bodies of their victims forever lay

It is not parcels of food from their air force planes on people they shower

The narcissistic people who command great power

Of darkness of mind and darkness of soul

The people with an ego that is out of control.

Australia

Long before the arrival of the first people in Australia thousands of centuries ago

Sixty or seventy thousand of years or so

The age of Australia will never be told

Before the age of the dinosaurs it was even old

It has inspired the writers of song, story and rhyme

This vast southern Country that is so old in time

Long before the arrival of  Europeans going back a few centuries

Australia's first people enjoyed their corroborees

As they danced they did sing in the shade of the trees

On warm summer evenings over thirty degrees

But due to dispossession many of the tribes did disappear

And of the human history of Australia not all good stories we read of  or of hear

But such is the human history of  most Countries Worldwide

The hidden mass graves of the World have their secrets to hide.

To Be Different From Others

To be different from others of nothing about to boast

One reason why to himself he never drinks a toast

He is not a member of any sporting or community club

And though he often does drink there he does not have any mates in the local pub

Since he is not interested in politics or sports or any code of football

And local gossip of no interest to him at all

Looked on by many in the town as one who is strange

Since he believes that many good things come with change

Multiculturalism is something he likes to embrace

And he treats as equal every nationality and race

He does not differentiate between people of black, white and brown

But not many like him in any city and town

He is one of the tribeless and his sort are few

And this is not saying anything that is new.

For The True Gentleman

With a hard boss to work for and no easy pay

For him it has been just another bad day

With teenage children who do not respect him and a domineering wife

For the true gentleman nothing easy in life

Quite gentle and kind in his own quiet way

For himself he never does have that much to say

Life is not always fair to good people in this there is truth

And never to the gentle soul who in him has ruth

He is not a member of  any community or sporting club

And seldom has a drink at the local pub

But his aged neighbour Ann says he is her best friend

When she needs a money free helping hand on him she can depend

Though his sort helps to make a better World to live in

For the true gentleman in life never a win.

The Now Is Today

The past just a memory as has often been said

And the future is the unknown of what of us lay ahead

But the now is all that does matter and the now is today

And we should make the most of the now as the wise one does say

Who is to say what the future for anyone will bring

In life there is only one certain thing

That there is only one ceratinty in life this is death

For all of us of air there is a final breath

That we all have our dreams in life to pursue

Is only stating what is obviously true

But this is only hoping for us what we hope will be

Though in reality into the future we cannot see

The past just a memory in truth one can say

The now is all that does matter and the now is today.

On Unhappiness

Unhappiness comes to many of great wealth and fame

Of the happy wealthy and famous so few one could name

A truly happy person does not exist today

Though money speaks every language as the wise one does say

And the accumulation of large amounts of money is looked on as the greatest form of success

Yet it never can buy anyone happiness

But surely anybody would not disagree

With that it is better to be wealthy and unhappy than being poor and unhappy living in poverty

The praises of money many well may sing

And with money you can buy a lot but not everything

And one of these is happiness a great gift indeed

That always has the thing known as joy as it's seed

Among the wealthy and famous the happy are few

And this is not saying anything that is new.

A Love That Is Lost

He says to her i am not the one that you think that is me

And i cannot be the one that you wish me to be

And since you do not hold me in your sense of  high self esteem

I am not your idea of a soulmate to me it does seem

I do not look up to the people you admire

To be like any of your role models i feel no desire

On our values and beliefs we are as different as day is from night

This does not mean you are wrong or that i am right

Years ago i did love you more than i do today

But then in life few things as they were do stay

Few loves last a lifetime one has to suppose

For my birthday you no longer give me a rose

In this town like any other town there are some old dears

Who remain in love after living together for years

For to achieve this they have to be soulmates and soulmates are rare

Am i telling you something of which you are aware

Most good things in life does come at a cost

And few ever again find a love that is lost

And the loves that last a lifetime are only of the few

But i do hope you find love in somebody new.

Old Tarwin

Old Tarwin deep and slow silently moves along

Towards the Pacific shore in the land of Bunurong

To saltwater ever onwards winding it's way

To it's journeys end near the Town of Venus Bay

Old Tarwin that has inspired the writers of song, story and rhyme

Was very old in the Dreaming Time

Long before the birth of the first dinosaur the waterway now known as Tarwin did flow

On towards saltwater dark, deep silent and slow

Of old Tarwin time never has become the foe

Long before the arrival of the first people thousands of centuries ago

And since there has been many a yesterday

Old Tarwin towards the ocean was crawling it's way

The last of the Bunurong to time have long gone

But old Tarwin to the ocean forever flows on.

On St Patrick's Day

On St Patrick's Day in Koroit it is twenty six degrees

And white butterflies seemingly dancing in the coastal breeze

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

For early Autumn and March quite a warm sunny day

Different to the St Patrick's Day in Ireland i knew in the long ago

In weather cold, wet and windy since time has become my foe

A day of celebration in every Irish town

On the streets the pipe bands led the celebratory floats up and down

In Australia on St Patrick's Day in the towns no parade

But in the pubs an old Irish tradition is not allowed to fade

The patrons enjoy the Irish music, song and cheer

And celebrate the occasion on drinking green beer

And enjoy the evening of music and song

In the Town in the countryside of the Peek Wurrong.

Another Football Season

Another Football Season has just begun 

But to the fans of the clubs it is not a game of fun

The fans of the winning club happy and the fans of the losing club feeling sad

For the fans of football there is the good and the bad

Kate in her forties whose ex husband Tim is a fan of football

Says she cannot understand the game at all

Grown men chasing one ball with the fans shouting loud

One of her dislikes in life the noisy football crowd

The reson she says she is divorced from Tim

Is that she does not share any common interest with him

He and their son Joe are both patrons of their local pub

And on Saturday meet there after the game involving their favourite football club

Another Football Season has just begun the fans celebrate

But the thought of this does not bring any joy to Kate.

Flawed Heroes

Their names etched forever on a memorial wall

We make heroes of people who are not heroes at all

Statues and sculptures of them in every village and city and town

Though most of them not worthy of such renown

Some false heroes have been found out in time

As the perpetraters of many a serious crime

Time does eventually tell what is true

For many admired as heroes such worship is not their due

Many known to be heroes are now in disgrace

Nowadays no longer the pride of their clan or their race

Since they are flawed human beings who are not free of taint

A hero is one quite different to a saint

The criminal of the future may be the hero of today

In human history it often does work out this way.

A Boobook Owl Calls

On the moonlit gum trees to where i am nearby

The call of a boobook owl re-echoes in the sky

The brown medium sized hawk owl who hides from the lamp of day

Mopoke mopoke is all he has to say

His loud calling wake the small birds in the bushes close by who take to flight 

They fly to distant cover from the hunter of the night

It is born in their genes and etched in their mind

That boobook owl do like to prey on their kind

I have witnessed magpies and crows by day on discovering a boobook roosting on a tree

Harass and drive the brown owl from their territory

The price for a nocturnal bird of prey for to pay

Is to be harassed by others birds in the light of day

In the still of the night under a moonless sky

A boobook owl calls on the tall trees nearby.

Seems True To Say

Her body language did seem obvious to me

As i rushed towards the public toilet bursting for a pee

Wih a smirk of amusement on her pretty young face

At an old bloke who did not look the picture of grace

What was funny to her was not so to me

In different eyes difference we do see

By her smirking and giggling she was having much fun

Watching an old bloke to the public toilet trying for to run

To make it without wetting my pants i did feel relieved and glad

Though far worse experiences in life i have had

I did bring some fun to a teenagers day

But sadly for me the fun it was one way

For living a long life some price for to pay

That old age can be a punishment seems true to say.

The Lessons Of Life

The lessons of life are not of the few

And every day we live we learn something new

Of ourselves and others from life we learn as we live

We receive from life more than to life we give

We learn as we live something new every day

We never stop learning life works on this way

Those who think they know everything of more knowledge not in need

One can say of them they are lucky indeed

Since they believe that they do know everything

And only fools the praises of knowledge does sing

On the day you left school learning for you did not end

In life we never stop learning why otherwise pretend

We learn from life something new every day

We never stop learning life works on this way.

Narcissism Is Thriving

In the twenty first century self promotion is an in thing

And so many their own praises do love to sing

Narcissism is thriving as the wise one does say

With many it does seem that it is this way

Perhaps i too am narcissistic since what i dislike in others i dislike in me

But then to be flawed seems to be part of our humanity

We all need some ego in the World to survive

And narcissism take over in an ego on overdrive

So many they like to tell of their success

And others are only too willing for to impress

Like many i too have grown old but not wise

Though of their own flaws the more enlightened come to realize

The flaws i see see in others are also in me

But many with this would choose to disagree.

William Henry Ogilive

As a drover and horse breaker he earned some renown

As the outback of the big country he travelled up and down

In his twelve years in Australia he became a writer of note

And his fame lives today as a talented poet

William Henry Ogilive returned to Scotland in his physical prime

In the early twentieth century this is going back in time

Where he continued writing his memorable poetry that people enjoy reading today

That good poetry long outlives it's writer does seem true to say

Due to his book of poems published in Australia 'Fair Women And Gray Horses' he became a great literary name

As a best selling book of poetry it assured him of literary fame

Ogilive was one who with words had a way

In his time with the popularising of poetry his own part he did play

His poems have withstood the literary time test

Among the poets of his lifetime William Heny Ogilive was one of the best

In his Homeland of Scotland he lived out his life span

As well as a poet he was a remarkable man.

A Memory Of A Teenage Beauty

Long before time did become our foe

I knew her to see her a long time ago

An attractive teenager with dark brown hair and in manner quite shy

Mental pictures remain of her from Seasons long gone by

I have been told that she is of the living of today

But if she is a mother and partnered i do not know of for to say

Though shy she was quite attractive looking with a beautiful smile

A down to earth country girl free of conceit and guile

Perhaps i would not recognize her if i see her today

Time chsnges one's appearance it works on this way

Memories of her as a teenager in me does live on

But since i last see her many Seasons have gone

In her younger years a beauty to behold

But most women lose some of their youthful beauty as they grow old

She would be now in her seventies well past her physical prime

And eventually we all become victims of time.

As The Wise Grandmother Said

As the wise grandmother said to her granddaughter and grandson

Tomorrow will dawn but not for everyone

For some people this is their last living day

We are born to eventually die life works on this way

That ageing and death are natural things happens to be so

And eventually time becomes everyone's foe

Many people believe the human soul outlives bodily death

That it lives on elsewhere when we draw our life's final breath

On this ask one other more informed than me

Since i only believe the things i do see

I am not a theologian with theological degrees

Who lectures on religion in universities

Only know for all of us there is a last night and day

We are born to die life works on this way.

A Terrible Thing

It is a sad thing for to have to say

That we read of and hear of war stories every day

That the bodies of good people have the stench of decay

Under the rubble of bombed buildings in war torn cities far away

Many people die in every bomb blast

And nothing has been learned from wars of the past

People buried in mass graves who have died in a foul way

Of war there is not any good thing to say

Those with great power of criminal mind

To seek peaceful solutions are uninclined

The people who will never be short listed for any peace prize

Who only grow more aggressive with age but never more wise

The praises of war heroes the patriots may sing

But the reality of war is a terrible thing.

It Is Even A Sad Thought

In a World where many are hungry and homeless for every millionaire

It is even a sad thought of for to be aware

That the wealthy and famous so many admire

And just to be like them in life their desire

Yet most of the wealthy and famous do not help those of helping in need

And for a better World to live in for all does not plant the seed

Yet why their admirers are many one does wonder why

That money speaks every language seems hard to deny

Though not among the wealthy and admired of the town

The one who does help the financially down

For her or his kindness admirers they may never win

But are helping to make a better World for all to live in

There is truth in the saying it is not the good things for yourself that you choose to do

But the good things for others you do that tells of the good in you

Would You Not Agree

In his house of worship he often does pray

And god is his soul saviour he often does say

But on his words on poor people and refugees he is not very kind

And he is one who does not have a god of the mind

The god he does worship of his sort not in need

But he is one of many he is not of a rare breed

So many hypocritical people in the World of today

Who do not honor their religious beliefs in any sort of a way

His next door neighbour an atheist loves all of humanity

And for those doing it tough in life feels great empathy

And a better World for all to live in he is trying to create

Since between people he never does differentiate

And he is nearer to god would you not agree

Than his so called religious neighbour who condemn the poor and every refugee?

Dino

Silver haired and balding he may never more see

The city he was born in and raised far north in Italy

The years are showing in Dino far south of Milan

Sixty years in Australia of time a lengthy span

Eight years ago of cancer his wife Jan passed away

To each other devoted he still talks of her today

Many time a great grandfather he is growing old on his own

And of better days in life he surely of has known

He speaks English rather well and is easy to understand

Though he still retains the accent he brought from his homeland

Quite a lot to like in Dino he is honest generoous and kind

He is the sort of person who does seem pure of mind

In his ways warm and friendly he says hello to all he meet

When he is out walking in the park or on the street.

Of The Changes In Millstreet

I have been told of the changes in Millstreet Town

Where on old Clara mountain as ever looks down

The Millstreet i knew a monocultural place

Nowadays is home to many a race

But multiculturalism is such a good thing

And i for one it's praises feel happy to sing

For any monocultural town new races a big win

And such towns are more interesting to live in

In sports the green of Millstreet many young people nowadays of different races does wear

Multiculturalism in Ireland is no longer rare

The twenty first century has brought some  changes for the better and it would be true to say

That Ireland is a multicultural Country today

And Millstreet in Duhallow is a known multicultural place

It has become home to people of many a race.

The Happiest Man In The Town

To worry about he does not have a partner or children in spirit he is never down

He laughs and the whole World laughs with him the happiest man in the town

In his late twenties not a stranger to love making women to his life come and go

He has had many one night stands with him this happens to be so

On a good time he spends his week's wages on Sunday evening he is broke

But he never does seem to worry he is such a carefree young bloke

He says i have come into this World with nothing and with nothing to my name i will die

And when he says he has no worries you know to you he does not lie

On Saturday evening in the pub he is always in the mood for song

With a beer in his hand he is singing lending joy to the sing along

Not one of the town's high achievers others he never wish to impress

One of the few people in the town not in the race for material success

Perhaps he will never have a long term partner or a wife

As he could not offer any woman financial security in life

Always broke after the weekend he enjoys his every pub night

Yet he is happy drunk or sober and never in the mood for fight.

The Buyer And The Seller

Two men were looking at a big old growth tree

Great natural beauty in it one of them did see

But the other with him choose to disagree

He said what looks beautiful to you stands in the way of progress to me

A government protected tree on the outskirts of the town

On land bought by a developer for development that is forbidden to be cut down

When he purchased the land he did not realize

That the huge tree was protected which came to him as a surprise

Had he paid a tree removalist to remove the tree a huge fine he would have had to pay

But out of his financial predicament he did find a way

By re-selling the land as a non development property

To a buyer who loves the protected big tree

As they stood looking at the tree the seller to the buyer did say

What is beautiful to you of progress to me stands in the way.

Jim

For one of ninety five though the hair on his balding head gray

For his age he looks healthy and is feeling quite okay

He says by twenty five years i have outlived Melinda my wife

And our eldest son Tom too has lost his gift of life

Jim was good at football as a young man

But this is going back in time quite a lengthy span

But only the memories in him does last 

Of the sporting fame he knew of in the distant past

From his flat in the retirement village he walks to the park evey day

And says hello to everyone he meets on his way

Like is said time on the best of them eventually does show

His fastest pace nowadays to say the least slow

In his best years he was dark haired and handsome, broad shouldered and tall

And was a champion player in his code of football

But going back the Seasons this seem long ago

And eventually time becomes everyone's foe.

Some Men From The Past

Some men from the past have not learned at all

Young men still want their names on the war memorial wall

For to be remembered in war they die brave

And at a young age they go to an early grave

Yet war and rumor of it we hear of and read of every day

Few men learn from the past it does seem this way

Always young men willing to die for a war to be won

And the mother left to grieve for her war dead son

Lessons not learned from the past it does seem sad to say

People dying in war zones somewhere every day

Yet life is the greatest gift anyone does possess

Far greater than any other form of success

And young men who die in war give their greatest gift away

Though they are remembered for their bravery today.

The Fruits Of The Karma

The fruits of the Karma we sow in life we do receive

On this i am one who happens to believe

Though many with this thinking do disagree

Each to their own view is how it seems to be

What goes around comes around some like to say

If for our crimes and sins against others to the law we do not pay

Then Karma will pay us a visit one day

There are those who will tell you life works on this way

Though on this i too believe i well may be wrong

The truth to anyone does not belong

What is true to you may not be so to me

This is how it is and how it always will be

In Karma we are told we reap what we sow

On this i believe in but of do not know.

Are You One Of The Many

Are you one of the many who has felt close to tears

In your memories of the past and the long gone years

And the games with your young friends that you did play

In the public park of your first hometown far away

On looking back the Seasons this now seems long ago

And time that ages all life has become your foe

And only the memories today you retain

Of what was for you but will not be again

Your best days long gone and old age to you near

But whenever the laughter of children in the park playground you hear

It takes you way back in distance and time

To when you were young before you reached your physical prime

And all you have now are memories of the past

With old age to you approaching quite fast.

Friends Of The Earth And Nature

The tiny life forms that do fear the brightness of light

They hide in dark places out of predator sight

Under the earth surface, rocks or fallen timber or behind bark of a tree

Nature's tiny life forms that one seldom does see

Friend of the Earth and Nature in truth of them one can say

On the health of the natural environment a huge part they does play

Humans who dismiss them as unimportant how wrong they must be

With that ignorance is bliss seems hard with to disagree

From the eyes of predators well hidden away

In hiding by night and in hiding by day

Working for the health of the Earth and Nature their short lives they devote

Yet by the majority of people seen as unworthy of note

Though those who know of their value to the Earth and Nature their praises do sing

And this in itself is a very good thing.

A Beauty For To View

A beauty for to view money we do not have to pay

The beauty around us we does see every day

Even people in cities and towns in their parklands every day see

Nature's beauty in every flowering plant, bush and tree

Nature the one who has ways of her own

And so much about her remains to be known

Even by students of her who on her have university degrees

There is far more to Nature than her waterways, fauna and flora, plants and trees

We learn from Nature something new every day

We never stop learning in truth one can say

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

That of her we know little this not a surprise

Those who believe they know everything of Nature believe their own lie

We will be learning from her until the day we do die.

Than Your Dog

For unconditional love and companionship on her or him you can depend

Than your dog you do not have a truer friend

A woman may lose the love of her husband or a man may lose the love of his wife

But the love of you by your dog is a love that's for life

So many true stories of the bravery and loyalty of dogs Worldwide

On defense of their human friends and mentors so many of them have died

For it's love and loyalty to you all your dog does need

Is a short walk every day a few kind words and a good feed

Your dog as your devoted friend a lifetime does remain

The reason so many love their dogs it's own self does explain

Their life span is not long they do not live for many years

It is understandable at the death of their dog many are in tears

You can lose love once true but you can depend

For as long as it does live your dog will be your friend.

If Putin Had Love In Him

If Putin had love in him his army would not be inflicting pain

In their bombing and shelling of the people of Ukraine 

Of harmony and kindness he offers death instead

The lust for ultimate power it has gone to his head

Narcissistic and arrogant and ruthless and it is sad to realize

That some males with great power like he has grow older and less wise

For him to declare war on Ukraine all logic defies

Still with him and his sort nothing seems to surprise

For him in Ulkraine there cannot be a win

For the Ukranians are fighters and they will never give in

Even though they are outnumbered they will never cower

Under the forces of a bigger power

In the war in Ukraine for Putin there will not be a victory

He will withdraw his troops from his neighbour Land and bring them home eventually

So many Ukranian troops and civilians and toops of his own army have died

His withdrawal from Ukraine will be a huge dent to his pride

If Putin had love in him it would not be this way

His troops would not be at war with their neighbours today

On ordering the invasion of Ukraine he has done the wrong thing

Any joy to the World his sort never does bring.

On Love Of Self

People who to others are generous and kind

Are those who are blessed with love of self in the mind

In the helping of others they often go out of their way

And perform a good deed or two every day

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

And of the needs of others are always aware

They are the friends of the poor of the town

And often come to the aid of the financially down

There is truth on what the wise mother said to her son

If you cannot love yourself you cannot love anyone

Those with love in them prizes and awards for themselves may not win

But for others they help to make a better World to live in

The good things you do for others says more about you

Than the good things for yourself that you choose to do.

Some Things In Nature

Some things in Nature never cease to surprise

Willy wagtails black and white small birds aggressive for their size

From their territory try to drive much bigger birds like crows and magpies away

Such thing for to be seen in Nature every day

Those who much of the ways of Nature does know

Say the reason the willy wagtail  does attack a magpie or a crow

Is that they eat their eggs and on their young in the nest prey

A reason for all things as some like to say

They treat every magpie and crow as an enemy

And try to drive them from their territory

The war between them does go on every day

But the magpies and crows in the wagtails territory stay

The war by willy wagtails on magpies and crows is an ongoing thing

That seems to increase with the coming of Spring.

There Are Winners And Losers

There are winners and losers in every village and city and town

And for one to rise another one does drop down

And every day people for success does compete

No one does wish to know of the poor of the street

So lucky are they who others never wish to impress

Who have chosen to opt out opf the race to success

In the twenty first century self promotion is the in thing

So many their own praises do love to sing

The race to success does go on and on

And the days of humility are in the long gone

But the successful like the failures become the same one day

For death on the lives of all people has the final say

And the gap ever growing on the social divide

As the race to success goes on Worldwide.

On Magpie Larks

Medium sized black and white birds i see every day

Peewee peewee one often hear them say

In a cup shaped mud nest high on fork of tree

The female lay pale pink dotted eggs of five, four or three

Known as magpie lark, mudlark or by many as peewee

In backyards and paddocks them one does regularly see

With their head ever bobbing as they walk around

In search of tiny insects they find on the ground

On all Seasons  Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall

As they raise their wings peewee or dooit they do call

In town parks and gardens and in the countryside

Familiar Australians they live Nation wide

Quite unmistakeable in appearance and song

Once seen and once heard one never again gets them wrong.

Ron

He is not or was  was never a good athlete

Though in many a race he does compete

He has never yet finished in first, second or third place

Yet he always does have a big smile on his face

In his early thirties a true sportsman Ron

His wife Jean and young son and daughter always there to cheer him on

His sort they are rare those who compete for fun

He is one who finds pleasure on his every run

On Ron's attitude to life a lesson for everyone

He finds joy in competing though he has never won

Of more people like he is the Human World is in need

One can say of his sort they are a rare breed

In any race he runs in never to the fore

Ron on his next birthday will be thirty four

A good sportsaman and good person of him one can say

We need more like him in the World of today.

You Help To Create

Admirers for yourself you may never win

But you can make the World better to live in

For helping one very poor person who of help is in need

For the betterment of humanity you can sow your own seed

You may not be a celebrity on your side of the town

Or looked on as one worthy of renown

But few of the very kind are known far and wide

Or seen to be worthy of being glorified

Though joy in their kind acts to many they bring

Of the praises of the selfless few ever do sing

They help people out of their kind nature not for money or praise

Without wishing for rewards or their personal profiles to raise

You may not be the one others do celebrate

But a better World to live in you help to create.

I Was Of The Fields

 I was of the fields of the silver backed crow

Where Finnow the white river to the Blackwater flow

I left that old countryside many Seasons ago

And since time that ages has become my foe

When i was far younger in my physical prime

Those old fields i loved first inspired me to rhyme

But in reality those days are of the long past

And memories of what was are all that does last

Of my walks through the fields to where the waterways meet

In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet

The good memories only last of the what used to be

And memories are quite different to reality

When people ask me where i come from i say

A place that from here in distance is far away

Claraghatlea where on Clara Hill ever looks down

Less than two kilometres west of Millstreet Town

Today i am ageing in this place far south

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

In the home of echidna, koala and roo

And white long billed corella and yellow tailed black cockatoo.

Dan

The roadways of life he has been up and down

Since he left his first home in the far away town

Going back the Seasons many years ago

Time that ages all life has become Dan's foe

He has had many short term partners but never a wife

And women they came to and went from his life

Of children if any he has fathered he does not know of to say

He does not have a partner or a lover today

In the big World out there he has travelled far and wide

He has lived and worked in many a city and town of many a countryside

An octogenarian his travelling days are in the past

Youth is a thing with anyone that does not last

Gray haired and balding he lives on his own

And of better days in life of he has known.

On The Passing Of Shane Warne

From death there is not anywhere for to hide

Sad news for fans of cricket Worldwide

Shane Warne the great Australian spin bowler has breathed his last

Death came to him unexpected and quite fast

Charisma on and off of the field in Shane did not lack

His end came to him in a major heart attack

In his early sixties this seems young to die

But that death is not ageist is not a lie

A father of three divorced from his wife

Shane who had many women in his life

Some women fall in a big way for men of wealth and fame

And Shane Warne was very wealthy and his was a Worldide known name

At the news of his sudden death cricket fans in disbelief

But as is said of time it does take care of grief

But despite his wealth and fame it feels a bit sad

To think he has lost forever the greatest gift he had

And that was his gift of life the greatest gift of all

And though arguably the greatest ever spin bowler of a cricket ball

When he lost his life he lost everything

Though cricket fans for decades his praises may sing.

Immortality For Us Human Beings

Immortality for us human beings is based on a lie

One fact of our existence is we are born to die

Death does not respect those of great wealth and fame

As the hungry and homeless it treats them as the same

The wealthy and famous many may admire

And of singing their praises none seem to tire

But death does not treat them any differently

Than those who exist in dire poverty

You may be famous and wealthy but on some night or day

The Reaper of lives will come reaping your way

And visit you uninvited and steal your life's breath

You only meet once with the monarch of death

Of all life forms including us humans from the great to the small

There is a last night and day for us all.

When The Last Human Being

When the last human being from the World has gone

Life on the Planet known as Earth will live on

Between human created Global Warming and wars it would be fair to say

That to extinction of our own kind we are on our way

Mother Earth without human beings would do quite okay

And for our abuse of her the price will be huge to pay

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

For their poverty future generations will have us to blame

On our very survival on the Earth we depend

Yet we do not treat her as our greatest friend

We disrespect the one who feeds us for our human greed

And enough seems never enough to satisfy our financial need

And when the last human being from the World has gone

Life on this Planet known as Earth will surely live on.

Towards The Election

Time ticking on towards Australia's federal election day

When on the Liberal-National Coalition Government the voters will have their say

Will Scott Morrison be elected Prime Minister for another three years

Or on election night on his concession speech will he be choking back tears?

As many former Australian Prime Ministers have done in the past

Few good things in life ever does last

Could it be the Labor Party and Anthony Albanese's big night

And can he be the one with the smile of delight

Or like Bill Shorten before him could he have the look of disappointment on his face?

In politics no ovation for second place

On election night will it be for Scott or Anthony the cheering will be  loud

One of them will be looking and feeling happy and proud

And the other on his face the look of defeat

And out of the limelight will sadly retreat.

Of Nature

Of her every day we do learn something new

Her lessons are many and her secrets not few

And the more we learn of her the more we realize

That of her we know little this not a surprise

Nature is one who has ways of her own

And so much about her remains to be known

To students of her with natural science degrees

That they learned in their studies in universities

Of her i am an admirer in truth i can say

And of her i do learn something new every day

Of her creatures in my many walks i do see

Yet of her i know little which is humbling to me

Those who think they have nothing to learn believe their own lie

As we never stop learning until the day we do die

Nature to so many great joy does bring

Yet not one about her who knows everything.

It Is Only Saying Something

It is only saying something of most people of are aware

Most species of wildlife have become quite rare

More species on the endandagered list every day

To think of a sad thing in truth one can say

Clearing of land for develpoment by humans for financial gain

Is putting the existence of many species already endangered under strain

And extinction for some every day grows near

Sadly many species are growing rarer by the year

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

But extinction draws nearer for wildlife with every new millionaire

Many creatures need trees and cover to survive

With each passing day in the World less creatures alive

For so many wild species on the endangered list human greed a huge part does play 

And on the wildlife endangered list more new names every day

For the disappearing wildlife species humans mostly to blame

And sadly the greed of a minority becomes everyone's shame.

For This I Can Say

I have an inferiority complex to me it appear

For on talkback radio when i hear people talk of their career

I cannot tell of such a thing

If i could a sense of self satisfaction to me it would bring

Yet without a career i have managed to survive

To quite a good age i have turned seventy five

Without being what most does call as a life success

Without any notable achievements to my name others i do not impress

But since i never had a career perhaps i am lucky in a way

Since so many have their careers to boast of today

I just carry on with living life and do my own thing

And leave it to others their own praises to sing

Though a career in my life i have never had

For this i can say i have never felt sad.

Mother Earth

From the great blue whales to the tiny insects that crawl

Mother Earth is the one who does feed all

Life forms including us humans yet many of us do not treat her as our greatest friend

Though on our very existence on her we depend

Far too many of us abuse her for financial greed

Of far more human friends Mother Earth is in need

On the food she grows for us we depend on to live

Yet we take and take from her and in return to her little give

With the help of Mother Nature such beauty she create

Yet we do not have a World Earth Day holiday her to celebrate

We do not appreciate the one who does feed us which seems sad to say

And for our abuse of her future generations of people will pay

In shortage of food and for this they will have us to blame

On how we treat the one who does feed us is to all of our shame.

The Best You Can Be

You can only be the best best that you can be

With whoever first said this one has to agree

Your best try may not always be good enough

But at least you did not quit when things on you got tough

Only one at anything can be best in the town

And this is only one step nearer to greater renown

But they are quite courageous people indeed

Those who do not give up on their will to succeed

In life they may not achieve what they desire

But people like they are one can only admire

Since to the idea of failure they refuse to give in

Eventually their turn will come for to win

The fact is everyone cannot be a winner and fact one cannot deny

But one can only admire those who give it their best try.

One Of The Tribeless

Years ago he dropped out of the race for success

And others he feels no desire to impress

He is one who works hard for his take home pay

And for himself is one without much to say

In his forties without children or a relationship rumor has it he is gay

But no evidence of this is pointing his way

He does not have a hobby always on his own

And an aura of mystery around him has grown

Not one of a tribe he seems to lack in charm

Yet he is one who never does anyone harm

One of the few tribeless of a tribal town

And never in the race for even local renown

At any community gatherings him one never does see

He is one who does enjoy his own company.

Bill

The old fellow Bill said to his grandson

Time did not wait for me nor it does not wait for anyone

In my twenties i was like you with hair of dark brown

Nowadays just another old bloke in the town

Old Bill's wife June divorced him he is single today

And the hair on his balding head is silver gray

In her sixties to a younger man she is a devoted wife

And Bill does not have a partner in his life

If he has any cares of them he makes light

In the local pub on Saturday night

He is always in the mood for song

Happily singing in the sing along

Bill in his seventies tells his grandson Luke in his prime

Age comes on us quickly make the most of your time.

Love Lives Beyond The Grave

That love lives beyond the grave some credence is due

In some cases anyway it happens to be true

One such i know of is the widower Dave

His love of his deceased wife Ann lives beyond the grave

Though never more to go with her on a weekend car drive

His great love of her in him remains alive

Forty years of marriage together she was more to him than a good wife

She remains to him as the one great love of his life

Three years ago of a heart attack Ann died suddenly

Far from an old person she was sixty three

Their grandchildren teenagers Dave lives on his own

And happier days of in life he has known

It can be true love lives beyond the grave

The living proof of this surely is Dave.

One Who Will Keep Fighting On

His better days are in the forever gone

But it is his fear of death that makes him want to live on

Going through chemotherapy treatment and feeling quite ill

But to fight on for life he retains the strong will

His love of life and fear of death helps him to survive

In his mid sixties he fights to stay alive

He lives on his own separated from his wife

She left him when illness invaded his life

Of a recovery to full health the doctors little hope to him give

But he has the strong desire in him to live

He will not give up on life without a huge fight

At the end of his dark tunnel he can see light

For to make a full recovery from illness hope from him not gone

For life he is one who will keep fighting on.

Bullfinches

The male bullfinch of dark head, pink unders, blue on back and either wing

Does not have the most musical song for to sing

Low in volume and sounding a bit scratchy yet for their beauty admired

Many artists and writers to sketch and write of them known to be inspired

The duller coloured female in a saucer shaped nest of  twigs lined with hay

In a bush or a hedge four to seven blue brown dotted eggs lay

They eat seeds and fruit tree blossoms gardeners look on them as a pest

And protecting their fruit trees from them much time and money invest

They do not like the beautiful finches of the short stubby bill

And if the opportunity arises them they will kill

But bullfinches are clever and wary of humans as well they should be

And they quickly take to flight when a gardener they do see

These beautiful birds with the low in volume scratchy song

Once seen and once heard you never again will get wrong.

I Do Enjoy Rhyming

Since i do not feel worthy of literary note

I leave it to others to refer to me as a poet

Since my love of rhyme made a rhymer of me

And a rhymer at best is the best i can hope to be

I penned my first rhymes in nineteen seventy three

Just a year in time short of a half of a century

In human time this does seem long ago

And time that ages all life has since become my foe

And though my worth as a rhymer i seriously doubt

No shortage of things for to write rhymes about

Just for the love of doing it i write every day

But never for fame or the rewards of pay

If i did not love doing it i would give it away

I do enjoy rhyming in truth i can say.

On The First Of March

The sun  in the gray clouds is hidden away

It is raining in the coastal south west Moyne Shire today

From weeks of warm weather the coastal countryside brown and dry

The rain brings life to the thirsty earth from the overcast sky

North in New South Wales and Queensland now in major flooding the praises of rain nobody sing

But rain in moderation is a necessary thing

Weatherwise suppose everything in moderation is quite okay

The sun after rain enhances greenery and grass and crop growth Nature works on this way

On this the first day of March and the first day of the calendar southern Fall

Without rain and sun in the World it would be starvation for all

Nice to see some rain after a long dry spell

And this followed by sunshine will serve the earth well

After weeks of warm and dry weather we needed some rain

And so nice to hear the frogs singing again.

It's The People

Most of the people that people Worldwide do admire

And just to be like them in life their desire

Though wealthy and  materially  successful  and famous and millions of fans for themselves win

For those doing it tough does not make the World better to live in

It's the people that we do hear little about

Who helps those in need of helping in their times of greatest need out

Are the people who does most for the betterment of humanity

Since they are the friends of those in dire poverty

Though honours on them never bestowed at all

Their names will never appear on a memorial wall

For a better World for all to live in they help plant the seed

By helping the people of helping in need

They are never the admired of any city or town

Those who does help the financially down.

The Last Day Of February

The last day of February  and Summer in the far south

The sun glowing warm in the blue sky and bush flies buzzing about

And white butterflies seemingly dancing in the warm breeze

That is gently soughing in the eucalypt trees

In the sunlit paddocks by the coastal town

The grass that was green a few weeks ago now golden brown

From many warm and breezy days without rain the landscape looking dry

And no sign of rain in the blue and sunny sky

North in the sub tropics and tropics people in floods have died

That for Nature's mood swings climate change has some part to play cannot be denied

Human created pollution that gives rise to global warming causes weather extremes

Going by climate scientists this is how it seems

It is sunny and dry here in the far south

And in the warm air bush flies are buzzing about.

It Lives In Your Mind

It lives in your mind like a familiar song

Wherever you go to your past with you goes along

Though time on your life keeps on ticking fast

They remain in your memory your friends of the past

Though mental images of them as young people in you stay

You may not recognize them were you to meet them today

Since on the ageing process it's part time does play

Anyone never grows younger in truth one can say

On old streets you oftern did walk up and down

Today you may be a stranger in the far away town

You have forged new friendships and the past it has gone

And only the memories in you linger on

Of when you were young many decades ago

Long before time it did become your foe.

Those Who Have Love In Them

Is this telling you something of which you are aware

Those who have love in them have love with others to share

Love gives rise to compassion and kindness and generosity

It is one of the great gifts bestowed on humanity

Those who have love in them are blessed indeed

And humanity of their sort of more is in need

Those who have love in them perform good deeds every day

And help those in need of helping without the rewards of pay

They never do crave for wealth and renown

And are never among the admired of the town

They have love in them a wonderful thing

As love to those most in need of it they help to bring

In the betterment of humanity a huge part they does play

By sharing their love with others every day.

Had We Learned From The Past

That the World is not in need of aggressive leaders it goes without doubt

That humanity without them would be better without

Since they have not learned anything from wars of past years

They only give rise to death. suffering and tears

In wars past and present so many have died

Their gift of life in a violent way of them denied

Those who declare war on others not of the moral kind

They are badly flawed people of criminal mind

The war that was supposed to end all wars ended a century ago

But that lessons were not learned from it happens to be so

Good people are dying in conflicts every day

Had we learned from the past it would not be this way

But when the narcissistic and ruthless and callous great power does attain

Only death, suffering and tears is humanity's gain.

Though Many With This

You dislike in others what you dislike in you

Wisdom of a sage that happens to be true

Since what we see in others in our own selves we see

Though with old wisdom such as this most would disagree

On like minded people we see our own brighter side

The good things in us that from others we do not hide

Since we are happy when others our praises do sing

For to like to be liked is a natural thing

In our moments of anger and frustration our darker side to others we expose

Few do go through life without making some foes

Even the best of people not without flaws one does suppose

The thorns are prickly on the stem of the rose

What we like and dislike in ourselves in others we see

Though many with this would see fit to disagree.

On Frogs Singing

Once learned the lessons of Nature with us does remain

The tiny frogs always does sing before rain

Though loud in their songs never easy to see

As they hide in cracks in a wall or under bark on a tree

You search for them but where you think the song comes from the frog is not there

The singer a ventriloquist is hiding elsewhere

A key to their survival is to be elusive and shy

Almost impossible to discover though to you they are singing nearby

True frogs are tiny amphibians with ways of their own

And so much about them remains to be known

On their breeding Season they sing night and day

But their songs to their whereabouts never a give away

And in changeable weather they sing before rain

Yet a mystery about them they does retain.

Never Judge

Never judge a person on how they dress for appearance can deceive

What our eyes seem to tell us we should not always believe

Take for example the sculptor perhaps the most talented person in the town

He does not dress or act as a man of artistic renown

He is only ever seen in casual clothes

And he is not always scenting like a rose

No airs and graces about him he may seem and look ordinary

But he is not what others make him out to be

Of wood and stone the sculptor supreme

And by art dealers and experts on art held in high esteem

Yet despite the nice things many of him does say

He is so down to earth in his own humble way

Unlike most famous people of him it can be said

That his fame as an artist has not gone to his head

That one cannot judge a book by the cover as a truism does remain

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

Stories Of Newsmakers

Stories of newsmakers make news and newspapers sell

Rumor has it that Putin is not mentally well

One reason his huge army is inflicting pain

On the suffering and death of his neighbours in Ukraine

The truth in this story is not for me to say

Putin in online videos and speeches seems mentally okay

Who knows what is going on between the man's ears

He seems happy to be inflicting on his neighbours death, suffering and tears

For bad behaviour of all sorts some will form an excuse

Some people in a position of power their privileges are known to abuse

The reason Putin's sort are never short listed for a peace prize

Is above the narcissistic and callous they cannot rise

It is rumored the reason for Putin's bullying behaviour is long covid related believe this if you may

As for me of the truth on this i just cannot say

Rumors sell papers and make news every day

And are not always truthful it is always this way.