Marginalized People

Marginalized people are increasing in number and that seems a sad thing for to have to say
As the gap between the haves and the have nots keeps on widening in the Human World that we live in today
In a fairer World things would be very different there would not be this thing known as poverty
Some of the wealthy do yearn to be wealthier this does seem so very much like greed to me
The majority of the wealth of the World as we all know is in the command of the privileged few
This is a known fact of life that i speak of you may say that i am not saying anything that is new
One cannot blame a poor person for feeling despondent and saying that life is so very unfair
When so many poor people do seem to grow poorer for the creation of a new millionaire
In every town and village and city and in every part of the big world out there
Marginalized people to say the least many millions of them and they live everywhere
Not only in the many third World Countries but in the so called wealthy Nations as well
People condemned to spend their lives in penury struggling to survive in their Earthly Hell
The paupers the homeless and the misplaced people the economic and climate and war refugees
And the billions of have nots all around the World affected by poverty in varying degrees.

I Cannot Expend Energy

I cannot expend energy on disliking others though dislike in itself is not a crime
With my time i have things for to do better and disliking one does seem a waste of time
Just live and let live seems a better idea if you do not like one leave that person be
Those i do not like in some ways than me are better at least that is how it does appear to me
Not everyone you know can be your good friend i'm only saying what i know here to be true
The bond of good friendship is something that is special and from life we receive what only is our due
Yet i cannot waste time in disliking of others i just want to live life and forget and forgive
Life is far too short to be wasted on negative energy i just want to be happy for as long as i live
I do know of people who are very bitter on someone they do not like revenging their mind
The anger they feel it keeps bubbling within them i can only feel sorry for them and their kind
I want to be happy and live free of anger since anger does seem to eat happiness away
For those i do not like i do not hold grudges though any kind things of me they do not have to say
And die without pain in my sleep as an old man is all i ask of life and little else more
Those who have sinned against me i can only forgive with them i will not try for to even the score.

Noel Healy

Noel was one of the Curracahill Healys born and raised near the old Town of Millstreet
He was a nice and quiet and gentle fellow and always quite a pleasure for to meet
In Millstreet earth his remains at rest forever for all of us there is a final Fall
But in the thoughts of those who knew him he will live on as a person who is worthy of recall
Noel Healy never yearned for Earthly glory he lived his life in his unassuming way
'Twould be a better World to live in if everyone were like him of him that would seem a fair thing to say
At others expense he never sought advantage with life's small blessings he was satisfied
He will be missed by friends and family and relations and from Millstreet Town and Millstreet countryside
He did not live on to a very old age in the flesh in Curracahill never more to be seen
But in the minds of those who loved and knew him memories of him will remain as evergreen
Though life goes on the past we do remember and memories of good people readily come to mind
And Noel Healy surely was a decent person in our Human World we need more of his kind
It can be said of him he was a good man in his life he never harmed anyone
A credit to his mother and his father in him they surely did raise a good son.

Up The Distant River

Up the distant river in the cold damp gray of a November dawn
The salmon swim against the strong currents to spawn
To the gravelly river fords in the fields by the town
As yesterday's flood that flowed bank high goes down
They run the gauntlet of poacher's gaff and spear
But their natural desire for their species survival outweighs mortal fear
Weakened from their long journey danger to them lurks near
At the end of their strength sapping swim in the Fall of the year
The natural instincts to pass on their genes in them remains strong
As against the strong currents they battle along
In the gravel beds of the fords their eggs they do lay
And their young too will swim to saltwater one day
From overnight frost the river-side fields are gray
As the salmon to their breeding fords battle their way.

Only The Winner

The winner of course was the best on the day
And as usual was the recipient of the loud hooray
But for one for to win many do have to lose
Though that is something anyone does not choose
The winner does smile with a satisfied grin
For everyone seems to love you when you win
'Tis hard to stay humble when the cheers for you ring loud
When you do have some reason for to feel proud
Though by the better one on the day you have been beat
'Tis not very easy to smile in defeat
Of the lion's share of the glory the winner none can deny
You did not take the big prize though hard you did try
The great sense of joy that winning does create
And only the winner the fans celebrate.

Of That Why Should I Lie

I do enjoy rhyming i pen rhymes every day
To write simple stuff seems my natural way
So few make a career out of writing and for their effort receive any pay
Writing can be a hungry belly game as some are known to say
Writers who make millions from writing to say the least few
You may say to that tell us something that's new
I only say here what i know to be true
If you write expecting to make millions disappointment may be your due
In my young years i used to daydream i would be a poet
In the Literary World a writer of note
But they were enjoyable my daydreams of fame
And life it does go on for me just the same
I pen rhymes for enjoyment of that why should i lie
And i hope to keep doing it till the day i do die.

The Legends Do Come And The Legends Do Go

Admired and looked up to by many time is their only foe
The legends do come and the legends do go
But the stream from the mountain by ditch and hedgerow
To the ocean bound river forever does flow
So fleeting our childhood and fleeting our prime
The human life span seems just a blink in time
The biological clock ever keeps ticking fast
The ageing walking slower one who used to walk fast
The famous like the non famous live their last night and day
They too born to die for that is Nature's way
Before we realize it our best days have gone
People like the Seasons come and go but Nature lives on
And Nature's mountain born stream with the tongue that is never still
To the distant river babbling down the hill.