Eventually time becomes everyone's foe
The fairest one in the town a decade ago
Now a divorcee and the mother of three young children some weight she did gain
As the fairest of the fair for long she did not remain
Just only a decade beyond her life's prime
One more to have become a victim of time
And the biological clocks ever ticking away
The youngest become victims of time one day
At twenty seven in the town the fairest of all
Unmarried and beautiful and the belle of many a ball
But the man she loved and married and the father of her children of her quickly did tire
He now has a younger beauty to make love to and admire
It is true about time it does not remain as your friend
It leaves us looking old why otherwise pretend
Ten years ago quite a beauty to behold
But in her late thirties she is overweight and looking old.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
Thurles Joe
A fellow from Ireland from here far away
The passing of time has left him looking gray
From Thurles a famous old Tipperary Town
Where he used to live when his hair was light brown
He played under age hurling when he was a boy
A game many people in Tipperary enjoy
But he left the old Hometown when he was eighteen
The bigger World out there it was to be seen
One can say he has known a far better day
It has been sixty years since his last hurling game he did play
Quite fleeting indeed is the human life prime
In memory we only can go back in time
Last year Thurles Joe to cancer lost Ann his beloved wife
The mother of his children and for fifty years the love of his life
A kinder and more loyal and more loving person than her anyone could not have wished to have known
Ten time a grandfather he now lives on his own
At the local pub on a Saturday night
Seventy eight years old Joe of his worries makes light
One who is quite partial to his liter of stout
A sociable fellow he enjoys his night out
The passing of time has left him looking gray
From Thurles a famous old Tipperary Town
Where he used to live when his hair was light brown
He played under age hurling when he was a boy
A game many people in Tipperary enjoy
But he left the old Hometown when he was eighteen
The bigger World out there it was to be seen
One can say he has known a far better day
It has been sixty years since his last hurling game he did play
Quite fleeting indeed is the human life prime
In memory we only can go back in time
Last year Thurles Joe to cancer lost Ann his beloved wife
The mother of his children and for fifty years the love of his life
A kinder and more loyal and more loving person than her anyone could not have wished to have known
Ten time a grandfather he now lives on his own
At the local pub on a Saturday night
Seventy eight years old Joe of his worries makes light
One who is quite partial to his liter of stout
A sociable fellow he enjoys his night out
Money And Fame
Most people have their careers for to talk about
But in my late sixties i am one of those counted out
Of the race for success i have been dropped years ago
It does seem that time it has become my foe
Though success seems to belong to those of money and fame
Everyone's idea of it are far from the same
A subject on which everyone does not agree
The one who is successful to you may not be so to me
Though the majority see money and fame as the requisite to success it does seem fair to say
Not everyone does look at it in this way
Your ideas of what it takes to be successful are quite different to mine
You have your opinions and this does suit me fine
But having said this nevertheless
To many money and fame is their idea of success.
But in my late sixties i am one of those counted out
Of the race for success i have been dropped years ago
It does seem that time it has become my foe
Though success seems to belong to those of money and fame
Everyone's idea of it are far from the same
A subject on which everyone does not agree
The one who is successful to you may not be so to me
Though the majority see money and fame as the requisite to success it does seem fair to say
Not everyone does look at it in this way
Your ideas of what it takes to be successful are quite different to mine
You have your opinions and this does suit me fine
But having said this nevertheless
To many money and fame is their idea of success.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Old Yarra
Old Yarra the brown ageless river through Melbourne City does flow
On it's way to the Pacific Ocean by Southbank it crawls deep and slow
It's waters are not safe for drinking it looks rather muddy and brown
Some people like to refer to it as the river that flows upside down
Yarra was very old in the dinosaur age and very old in the Dreamtime
The river that winds it's way through Melbourne has inspired song, story and rhyme
Long before the birth of Melbourne in Summer in the shade of the trees
The local tribes of first Australians by the river had their corroborees
The rivers are as old as the mountains and of how old they are none will ever know
And old Yarra from the foot of Mt Baw Baw to the Pacific has and forever will flow
To be known as a World known river is one of it's great claims to fame
Long before the birth of the first human the rivers flowed without a name
And the river now known as the Yarra crawls onwards to the ocean shore
From it's birthplace at the foot of Mt Baw Baw it has and will flow forever more.
On it's way to the Pacific Ocean by Southbank it crawls deep and slow
It's waters are not safe for drinking it looks rather muddy and brown
Some people like to refer to it as the river that flows upside down
Yarra was very old in the dinosaur age and very old in the Dreamtime
The river that winds it's way through Melbourne has inspired song, story and rhyme
Long before the birth of Melbourne in Summer in the shade of the trees
The local tribes of first Australians by the river had their corroborees
The rivers are as old as the mountains and of how old they are none will ever know
And old Yarra from the foot of Mt Baw Baw to the Pacific has and forever will flow
To be known as a World known river is one of it's great claims to fame
Long before the birth of the first human the rivers flowed without a name
And the river now known as the Yarra crawls onwards to the ocean shore
From it's birthplace at the foot of Mt Baw Baw it has and will flow forever more.
On Callanan
When Callanan wrote Gougane Barra he penned the impeccable rhyme
A poem that has survived for centuries and has outlived the Seasons of time
Though he died at a young age in Portugal from the place he glorified in verse far away
He surely was a master wordsmith and his legend is living today
There will never be one more quite like him for he had music in his song
His distinctive racy rhymes are full of rhythm in a class of his own he belong
In his time amongst the poets of Ireland he was one who was to the fore
He left for the far warmer climate and to his Homeland returned never more
The poems of J J Callanan works of great beauty he was one of the best of Ireland
His poems that have brought joy to so many are so easy to understand
He died and was buried in Portugal his legacy to humanity beautiful rhyme
His poems have a distinctive rhythm and have withstood the great test of time
The Convict Of Clonmel, Gougane Barra and The Recluse Of Inchydoney live as testament to his fame
And The Outlaw Of Loch Lene a work of great beauty so many great poems to his name
His journey in life in Cork did begin but in Portugal he lived his last night and day
And far from the River Lee waters his last remains forever does lay.
A poem that has survived for centuries and has outlived the Seasons of time
Though he died at a young age in Portugal from the place he glorified in verse far away
He surely was a master wordsmith and his legend is living today
There will never be one more quite like him for he had music in his song
His distinctive racy rhymes are full of rhythm in a class of his own he belong
In his time amongst the poets of Ireland he was one who was to the fore
He left for the far warmer climate and to his Homeland returned never more
The poems of J J Callanan works of great beauty he was one of the best of Ireland
His poems that have brought joy to so many are so easy to understand
He died and was buried in Portugal his legacy to humanity beautiful rhyme
His poems have a distinctive rhythm and have withstood the great test of time
The Convict Of Clonmel, Gougane Barra and The Recluse Of Inchydoney live as testament to his fame
And The Outlaw Of Loch Lene a work of great beauty so many great poems to his name
His journey in life in Cork did begin but in Portugal he lived his last night and day
And far from the River Lee waters his last remains forever does lay.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I Have Been Told
I have been told i have said all i should say in rhyme
That as a rhymer i am one who has served his time
But i do love rhyming and despite what some does say
For as long as i live i hope not to give it away
And no shortage of subject material for to write rhymes about
On such a beautiful day in this town in the south
The weather quite pleasant around nineteen degrees
The familiar warblings of the magpies are carrying in the breeze
That blow from the sea through the park by the bay
On the last of September on a nice enough day
The park lush and green birds sing on bush and tree
In Nature in spring so much beauty to see
On the last day of September near the prime of the Spring
The wild birds of Nature chirp, whistle and sing.
That as a rhymer i am one who has served his time
But i do love rhyming and despite what some does say
For as long as i live i hope not to give it away
And no shortage of subject material for to write rhymes about
On such a beautiful day in this town in the south
The weather quite pleasant around nineteen degrees
The familiar warblings of the magpies are carrying in the breeze
That blow from the sea through the park by the bay
On the last of September on a nice enough day
The park lush and green birds sing on bush and tree
In Nature in spring so much beauty to see
On the last day of September near the prime of the Spring
The wild birds of Nature chirp, whistle and sing.
Between Terrorists And Anti Terrorism Police
Between terrorists and anti terrorism police the difference is not that great
Since in either of them not much for to celebrate
Though anti terrorism police better than terrorists of them one can say
The World is not safer to live in because of them today
Their harassment of terrorists into the hands of terrorists does play
As the terrorists leaders do like it this way
For their only idea of life is to create hate
Their excuse for murdering innocent people for a so called autocratic religious State
The media help terrorists in some ways to succeed
For publicity for their horrible crimes they do need
The Government play their part in the broadcasting of fear
That talking of terrorists serve their cause well is obviously clear
To be seen to be tough on law and order served them well on Election day
Their broadcasting of fear for them does seem to pay.
Since in either of them not much for to celebrate
Though anti terrorism police better than terrorists of them one can say
The World is not safer to live in because of them today
Their harassment of terrorists into the hands of terrorists does play
As the terrorists leaders do like it this way
For their only idea of life is to create hate
Their excuse for murdering innocent people for a so called autocratic religious State
The media help terrorists in some ways to succeed
For publicity for their horrible crimes they do need
The Government play their part in the broadcasting of fear
That talking of terrorists serve their cause well is obviously clear
To be seen to be tough on law and order served them well on Election day
Their broadcasting of fear for them does seem to pay.
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