Monday, July 3, 2017

A Gold Coast Beauty

In distance far south of her home-place
A brown skinned dark haired beauty of Australia's first race
And eyes brown as a ripe chestnut one free of conceit and guile
From the Gold Coast of Queensland with sunshine in her smile
In her early twenties near the prime of her life
He would be a lucky man indeed who would win her for a wife
But in this wintry weather in Warrnambool it is cool and windy today
And behind the gray clouds the sun hidden away
When her work contract ends in September she has been known to say
That in south west Victoria she will not stay
She will go home to the Gold Coast in the early Spring
When in the sunlit parkland the pied butcherbird sing
Far north of the southern City of Warrnambool
Where the Winter days are often windy and cool.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

God's Criminal Police

Though in large numbers they are not known to abound
Among god's police a few paedophiles to be found
Criminals disguised as devout who are sick in the brain
The mental scars in their young victims their lifetimes to remain
Some of the young victims of god's criminal police from their horrific experiences mentally destroyed
Have brought to an end at a young age their mental suffering in the act of suicide
That some so called good people have a dark side to them is so sad for to say
On the innocence of children who trusted them these sexual predators did prey
Though most of god's police are good and devout people indeed
And in their acts of kindness and compassion sow karma's good seed
But among them a few very bad people as well
Who subject children in their care to an earthly hell
And even the very thought of it is so very sad
To realize that among many good people there are a few very bad.

Cliques

In the World in every village, city and town to be found
The small exclusive groupings in numbers abound
Of cliques not known to be inclusive in any way
It is each to their own in truth one can say
As most people are only all too aware
The exclusive clubs are not becoming more rare
In their ways one can say quite snobbish and rude
Anyone different to them from their group they exclude
There are cliques in every community and even in every local pub
And there are cliques within cliques in every social club
The inclusive in such groupings you will never find
No room in such clubs for the compassionate and kind
Birds of a feather flock together remains true to this day
And with many human beings it is also this way.

A Great Gift

Such a nice evening the sun it is out
And a mild coastal breeze it is blowing from the south
The wild birds are chirping as they fly about
That life is a great gift goes without a doubt
A Winter sun shining in the sky blue and gray
For the time of year such a beautiful day
The flute like warbling notes are so pleasant to hear
Of the magpies who sing every day of the year
With such pleasant weather how can one complain
The paddocks lush and green after the recent rain
A beautiful sound in the memory to stay
Children in the park playground laughing at their play
It is a source of joy the sound of happiness
Life is the greatest gift that we possess.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Money Can Buy

Money can buy you a better life and home with a leafy suburb address
But it cannot buy you time or it cannot buy you happiness
On saying time it cannot keep Life's Reaper from you away
For you too there will be a last night and day
You may be among the wealthy of the town
But you have your times of feeling mentally down
Your money from you cannot keep depression away
The black moods in you it cannot keep at bay
That money can buy most things only too true
And because of it many do wish to know you
So many become popular because of their material wealth
But money cannot buy you good physical or mental health
And though the praises of money the masses may sing
It can buy you a lot but not everything.

A Hero To Me

As he struggles to cope with financial worries and stress
He feels so unhappy his life in a mess
His wife in an asylum feeling mentally unwell
At present life for him it is Earthly Hell

He worries for his school-going son and daughter of nine and of ten
Sometimes life can be unkind to honest hard working men
He has to support himself and his children on average take home pay
He knows how it feels like to survive from day to day

Yet despite his troubles and worries he never complain
And hope for the better for the future he is one who retain
And though he worries for his children and the mental health of his wife
He must carry on with his battles of life

He has never been to fight in a war far away
But he has his own battles to fight every day
It is not out of his sort that heroes are made
And for him and those like him never a street parade

A hero to me is this man among men
Who works and on his own raises his children of nine and ten
His wife in a mental home feeling unwell
Yet he battles on in his own private hell.

You May Be

You may have been one who has fought in a war
And returned home as a hero from a Country afar
A legend to the patriots in your hometown in every public bar
But this does not tell us anything of the person that you truly are

You may be a pop singer of Worldwide renown
Known and admired by young pop fans in every village, city and town
In the prime of your life only twenty two
But this does not tell us of the true worth of you

You may be the President the most popular in the Land
A hero to many great power you do command
And you make the news headlines almost every day
But this to us of you anything does not say

You may be one who works for an average take home pay
But from one in need of your help you never turn away
Yet of the good things you do you do not wish others of to know
You are indeed a great person one with the inner glow.