Macaulay who wrote The Lays Of Ancient Rome
For his heroes did go a long way from home
For Horatius Cocles his hero huge odds not afraid to face
Was a legendary warrior of Roman Race
Thomas Babington Macaulay the famed English politician and poet
In English literature remains as one worthy of note
His Lays Of Ancient Rome are widely read today
One can say of him with words he had a way
Though Macaulay passed from life many decades ago
Time that rusts iron to his poetry has not yet become a foe
In fact i heard a few stanzas of Horatius On The Bridge recited on radio today
Good poetry lives on though time does tick away
Reading the famous rhyming poems today i enjoy
As much as i did when i was a young boy
In my mind Macaulay's verses have a place of their own
The love of old rhymes i have not outgrown
In English political history Thomas Babington Macaulay's is a legendary name
But as a poet his is also in time an enduring fame
For his heroes he did go a long way from home
You can read all about them in The Lays Of Ancient Rome.
Friday, March 4, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
And Only The Memories
From Claraghatlea just west of Millstreet Town where i first saw light of day
And grew to a man i now live far away
The years have left me looking wrinkled and balding and my hair silver gray
That time ages the body only true for to say
On looking back the Seasons time does seem to fly
Though i often remember climbing Clara Mountain on evenings in July
When the whortleberries the small blue fruits of the heather were ripe for to eat
To the taste buds in the mouth they were a tasty treat
A skylark was singing just after sundown
Above Clara as the shades of twilight crept over the fields near Millstreet Town
From high Claramore to Claraghatlea downhill
I often followed the winding journey of the Claramore rill
And only the memories with me does remain
Of what used to be for me but will not be again.
And grew to a man i now live far away
The years have left me looking wrinkled and balding and my hair silver gray
That time ages the body only true for to say
On looking back the Seasons time does seem to fly
Though i often remember climbing Clara Mountain on evenings in July
When the whortleberries the small blue fruits of the heather were ripe for to eat
To the taste buds in the mouth they were a tasty treat
A skylark was singing just after sundown
Above Clara as the shades of twilight crept over the fields near Millstreet Town
From high Claramore to Claraghatlea downhill
I often followed the winding journey of the Claramore rill
And only the memories with me does remain
Of what used to be for me but will not be again.
George Cardinal Pell
If he is not telling the truth then at lying he does well
The best one can say of George Cardinal Pell
To say of the child abuse in Ballarat that he did not know
Is like saying the Antarctic in Winter is free of ice and snow
From a hotel room in Rome evidence on the Ballarat paedophile priest Gerald Risdale
Who more than likely will spend his last days in jail
George Pell said of the happenings under his watch he had not known
And of any responsibility on his behalf he does disown
On the ailing Bishop Ronald Mulkearns he puts all of the blame
Whilst he exonerates himself of any knowledge of the Ballarat crimes of shame
When bishop Mulkearns says on covering for Risdale by shifting him from parish to parish he got it all wrong
We know on his side that at least the truth does belong
That George Cardinal Pell is a clever man there can be little doubt
And it is hard to believe that the crimes by priests in Victoria he would not have known about
In the Ballarat Royal Commission for him there has not been any prestigious gain
As a doubt on his and his character will always remain
Whether George Cardinal Pell is lying or telling the truth is not for me to say
For who am i for to be his judge anyway
But many do look on him as one not free of taint
And doubtful that he will ever be one to be canonized as a saint.
The best one can say of George Cardinal Pell
To say of the child abuse in Ballarat that he did not know
Is like saying the Antarctic in Winter is free of ice and snow
From a hotel room in Rome evidence on the Ballarat paedophile priest Gerald Risdale
Who more than likely will spend his last days in jail
George Pell said of the happenings under his watch he had not known
And of any responsibility on his behalf he does disown
On the ailing Bishop Ronald Mulkearns he puts all of the blame
Whilst he exonerates himself of any knowledge of the Ballarat crimes of shame
When bishop Mulkearns says on covering for Risdale by shifting him from parish to parish he got it all wrong
We know on his side that at least the truth does belong
That George Cardinal Pell is a clever man there can be little doubt
And it is hard to believe that the crimes by priests in Victoria he would not have known about
In the Ballarat Royal Commission for him there has not been any prestigious gain
As a doubt on his and his character will always remain
Whether George Cardinal Pell is lying or telling the truth is not for me to say
For who am i for to be his judge anyway
But many do look on him as one not free of taint
And doubtful that he will ever be one to be canonized as a saint.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Everywhere All Around Me
On the streets every day them i do see
I hear them on radio see them on t v
Of them the Human World will never be free
The egotistical are everywhere all around me
In the twenty first century the look at me syndrome is alive and well
The arrogant people who do play the swell
They want everybody to be looking their way
Just too bad i do have to see them every day
Arrogance and self conceit to them is bliss
A photo opportunity they never do miss
It does seem out of fashion in the twenty first century
This beautiful thing known as humility
Their egos are swollen pumped of self conceit
Everyday i do see them when out on the street.
I hear them on radio see them on t v
Of them the Human World will never be free
The egotistical are everywhere all around me
In the twenty first century the look at me syndrome is alive and well
The arrogant people who do play the swell
They want everybody to be looking their way
Just too bad i do have to see them every day
Arrogance and self conceit to them is bliss
A photo opportunity they never do miss
It does seem out of fashion in the twenty first century
This beautiful thing known as humility
Their egos are swollen pumped of self conceit
Everyday i do see them when out on the street.
We Know All About You
We know all about you since you tell us of how marvelous you are
And of the size of your new home and your brand new car
That you like to show off as you drive up and down
With your attractive blond wife and your young son and daughter on the streets of the town
We know all about you people like you impress
The impressionable aspirational who yearn for material success
But not far from where you live it is sad to say
There are some who are homeless and hungry today
Of your recent material successes you have stories to tell
But you mention the poor as the never do well
And you ignore one fact of human life that with us does remain
That somebody's loss becomes to another a gain
We know all about you since you make sure we do know
That your material assets do grow and do grow
But that material possessions say little of a person you fail to realize
In any case this is not any surprise
We know all about you since you make sure we do
your main topic of conversation it is always you
And the size of your home and your swimming pool and your brand new car
You do let us know of how marvelous you are.
And of the size of your new home and your brand new car
That you like to show off as you drive up and down
With your attractive blond wife and your young son and daughter on the streets of the town
We know all about you people like you impress
The impressionable aspirational who yearn for material success
But not far from where you live it is sad to say
There are some who are homeless and hungry today
Of your recent material successes you have stories to tell
But you mention the poor as the never do well
And you ignore one fact of human life that with us does remain
That somebody's loss becomes to another a gain
We know all about you since you make sure we do know
That your material assets do grow and do grow
But that material possessions say little of a person you fail to realize
In any case this is not any surprise
We know all about you since you make sure we do
your main topic of conversation it is always you
And the size of your home and your swimming pool and your brand new car
You do let us know of how marvelous you are.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
For One To Win Others Must Lose
In all things in human life it does seem for one to win others must lose
And everyone wants for to be a winner losing is something one never does choose
Doubtless far fewer winners than losers the poor of the World are not rare
There are at least a thousand poor people for every known millionaire
The winner takes most of the money and most of the glory and fame
And everyone wants to know a winner this is how it is and will always be the same
Those who do talk of egalitarianism somehow does not seem to realize
That as long as there are winners and losers people will never be equal this is not any surprise
In the World every day more losers than winners does this not seem a sad thing to say
Though you may have been a gallant loser it cannot have been your greatest day
Everyone wants to be a winner to say otherwise would be a lie
And this applies to everybody as well as to you and to i
For one to win big in tattslotto so many their money must lose
And winning to most is all important and losing anyone does never choose.
And everyone wants for to be a winner losing is something one never does choose
Doubtless far fewer winners than losers the poor of the World are not rare
There are at least a thousand poor people for every known millionaire
The winner takes most of the money and most of the glory and fame
And everyone wants to know a winner this is how it is and will always be the same
Those who do talk of egalitarianism somehow does not seem to realize
That as long as there are winners and losers people will never be equal this is not any surprise
In the World every day more losers than winners does this not seem a sad thing to say
Though you may have been a gallant loser it cannot have been your greatest day
Everyone wants to be a winner to say otherwise would be a lie
And this applies to everybody as well as to you and to i
For one to win big in tattslotto so many their money must lose
And winning to most is all important and losing anyone does never choose.
I Am One Who In life
I am one who in life has been quite lucky
Nothing as such for to worry about
And though rhyming to me seems far more than a hobby
My worth as a rhymer i always do doubt
To be a poet i have never pretended
A rhymer at best is the best i can be
Literary critics see my sort unworthy of criticism
Each to their own views one has to agree
This is a beautiful day for a rhymer
In the sunlit gray sky the welcome swallows are circling above the old town
To the northern tropics they will soon be migrating
The dark airborne wanderers of throats of light brown
In Nature every day inspiration for a rhymer
Beauty is everywhere all around me
After the recent rain the park looking fresh and greener
And so pleasant to hear the song of the pee wee
Lucky to be here among such nice surroundings
In this quiet park on this beautiful day
Alone with my thoughts on such beautiful weather
Utopia from this place cannot be far away
Just to be here in this place i feel lucky
Where a magpie is warbling on a sunlit gum tree
Where mother Nature is in all of her splendor
And her amazing beauty to view it is free.
Nothing as such for to worry about
And though rhyming to me seems far more than a hobby
My worth as a rhymer i always do doubt
To be a poet i have never pretended
A rhymer at best is the best i can be
Literary critics see my sort unworthy of criticism
Each to their own views one has to agree
This is a beautiful day for a rhymer
In the sunlit gray sky the welcome swallows are circling above the old town
To the northern tropics they will soon be migrating
The dark airborne wanderers of throats of light brown
In Nature every day inspiration for a rhymer
Beauty is everywhere all around me
After the recent rain the park looking fresh and greener
And so pleasant to hear the song of the pee wee
Lucky to be here among such nice surroundings
In this quiet park on this beautiful day
Alone with my thoughts on such beautiful weather
Utopia from this place cannot be far away
Just to be here in this place i feel lucky
Where a magpie is warbling on a sunlit gum tree
Where mother Nature is in all of her splendor
And her amazing beauty to view it is free.
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