For my sins against others to karma i will pay
At least this is how i see it anyway
We reap what we sow in our lives every day
What goes around comes around as some do say
Since the Universal Karma does apply to us all
Our sins against others become our downfall
The good or bad we do unto others in turn we receive
This is how karma works if on such you believe
Though the law has failed to catch you and you are not serving jail time
To karma you will pay for your serious crime
Though it's very existence some may well deny
I do believe karma to everyone does apply
We reap what we sow this is how it will be
At least anyhow that's how it seems to me.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
By The Araglen Waters
At a time of year when grass refuse to grow
The Boggeragh Hills in their white hats of snow
And the cold winds of January from the northlands do blow
In bare fields of Duhallow where the Araglen flow
From it's distant birthplace it journeys on down
Swollen by heavy rains in flood waters of brown
On towards the Blackwater it babbles along
The old river that has inspired story and song
At temperatures of zero or a degree or two of it below
The cattle in farm shed for fodder bellow
In the cold of mid morning the harsh cawing of gray crow
And migrant redwings are chirping on the windswept hedgerow
Ten weeks maybe more from the warmth of the Spring
When the birds of Duhallow commence to nest and sing
And the swallows are home from warm climes far away
For to build their mud nests on shed rafters in May
When the old fields made lush and green by mild April showers
Are looking resplendent in their Nature's flowers
And cattle out on young grass gaining weight by the day
By the Araglen waters from here far away.
The Boggeragh Hills in their white hats of snow
And the cold winds of January from the northlands do blow
In bare fields of Duhallow where the Araglen flow
From it's distant birthplace it journeys on down
Swollen by heavy rains in flood waters of brown
On towards the Blackwater it babbles along
The old river that has inspired story and song
At temperatures of zero or a degree or two of it below
The cattle in farm shed for fodder bellow
In the cold of mid morning the harsh cawing of gray crow
And migrant redwings are chirping on the windswept hedgerow
Ten weeks maybe more from the warmth of the Spring
When the birds of Duhallow commence to nest and sing
And the swallows are home from warm climes far away
For to build their mud nests on shed rafters in May
When the old fields made lush and green by mild April showers
Are looking resplendent in their Nature's flowers
And cattle out on young grass gaining weight by the day
By the Araglen waters from here far away.
Monday, January 30, 2012
A Heartbreaking Thing
It does seem that you will pine for her for years
Yet she does not love you she is not worth your tears
She married another rears his baby boy
A young mother in love her life she enjoy
Of the praises of love many happy to sing
But unrequited love is a heartbreaking thing
One can say of it that it is love's sadder side
And it even has led some to death by suicide
Time is the best healer as some like to say
The sense of loss you feel will slowly fade away
The ache will grow less as the weeks tick on by
Why lost love cause such heartache one must wonder why?
Pointless pining for somebody who to someone else is true
She left you for another her thougths are not of you
Suppose for every up in life there has to be a down
Unrequited love has left you as a sad sack of the town.
Yet she does not love you she is not worth your tears
She married another rears his baby boy
A young mother in love her life she enjoy
Of the praises of love many happy to sing
But unrequited love is a heartbreaking thing
One can say of it that it is love's sadder side
And it even has led some to death by suicide
Time is the best healer as some like to say
The sense of loss you feel will slowly fade away
The ache will grow less as the weeks tick on by
Why lost love cause such heartache one must wonder why?
Pointless pining for somebody who to someone else is true
She left you for another her thougths are not of you
Suppose for every up in life there has to be a down
Unrequited love has left you as a sad sack of the town.
On Julia's Pokies Backflip
That P M Julia Gillard went back on her word to Andrew Wilkie ought to come as no surprise
Since she is a politician and most politicians do tell lies
In Australia the pro poker machine no gambling limit lobby does pack a lot of clout
And staying P M for Julia is what it is all about
We know of Julia Gillard at all costs to power she will cling
Though she has her detractors some her praises too do sing
Australia's first woman Prime Minister is a politician first of all
And we know most politicians in their ways can be small
As for Tasmania's M P Andrew Wilkie he is new to the political game
For believing Julia Gillard he only has himself to blame
He may have withdrawn his support for the government but Julia as P M will survive
For two more years her opponent Tony Abbott of power she will deprive
It is true for our life's lessons there is some price to pay
And that goes for anti gambling M P Andrew Wilkie who has learned in the hard way.
Since she is a politician and most politicians do tell lies
In Australia the pro poker machine no gambling limit lobby does pack a lot of clout
And staying P M for Julia is what it is all about
We know of Julia Gillard at all costs to power she will cling
Though she has her detractors some her praises too do sing
Australia's first woman Prime Minister is a politician first of all
And we know most politicians in their ways can be small
As for Tasmania's M P Andrew Wilkie he is new to the political game
For believing Julia Gillard he only has himself to blame
He may have withdrawn his support for the government but Julia as P M will survive
For two more years her opponent Tony Abbott of power she will deprive
It is true for our life's lessons there is some price to pay
And that goes for anti gambling M P Andrew Wilkie who has learned in the hard way.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
He Is From The Place
He is from the place of yellow tail black cockatoo
The large dark brown parrots known to some as the weerloo
Fresh in from the high country and new to the big town
The tall slightly built young man with hair of nugget brown.
A story like his you would have heard before
He moved to here for self betterment and nothing more
Where he was born and raised job opportunities few
But life very different here to the life he once knew
Back in his home country amongst the tall trees
The harsh cries of the white cockies are carrying in the breeze
And the familiar calling of the pied currawong
The crow sized dark birds who have rain in their song
Where the often familiar loud laughter like cries
Of the kookaburra can be heard in the wood at sunrise
The voices of Nature that he has known well
Not to be heard where people in large numbers do dwell
To the big town life he is settling in
And he is getting used of the suburban din
Like the noise of the traffic on the busy highway
Many miles from where he was raised and first saw light of day.
The large dark brown parrots known to some as the weerloo
Fresh in from the high country and new to the big town
The tall slightly built young man with hair of nugget brown.
A story like his you would have heard before
He moved to here for self betterment and nothing more
Where he was born and raised job opportunities few
But life very different here to the life he once knew
Back in his home country amongst the tall trees
The harsh cries of the white cockies are carrying in the breeze
And the familiar calling of the pied currawong
The crow sized dark birds who have rain in their song
Where the often familiar loud laughter like cries
Of the kookaburra can be heard in the wood at sunrise
The voices of Nature that he has known well
Not to be heard where people in large numbers do dwell
To the big town life he is settling in
And he is getting used of the suburban din
Like the noise of the traffic on the busy highway
Many miles from where he was raised and first saw light of day.
Jessica Veal
A kind hearted young woman is Jessica Veal
To her the ways of the natural world does appeal
Happily married to Karl and mum to Otto their bonny baby boy
Taking care of injured wildlife is a thing she enjoy
It is something she has been doing for more than a decade of years
At the plight of injured wildlife she feels moved to tears
She has nursed back to health birds and animals in danger of death due to injury
One who has done so much for Nature's wild family
In helping the wild creatures of help most in need
For her future good karma she does plant the good seed
A true friend of Nature of her one can say
Caring for injured wildlife brings joy to her day
For sick and injured birds and animals one willing to care
The Jessica Veals of the Human World are so rare.
To her the ways of the natural world does appeal
Happily married to Karl and mum to Otto their bonny baby boy
Taking care of injured wildlife is a thing she enjoy
It is something she has been doing for more than a decade of years
At the plight of injured wildlife she feels moved to tears
She has nursed back to health birds and animals in danger of death due to injury
One who has done so much for Nature's wild family
In helping the wild creatures of help most in need
For her future good karma she does plant the good seed
A true friend of Nature of her one can say
Caring for injured wildlife brings joy to her day
For sick and injured birds and animals one willing to care
The Jessica Veals of the Human World are so rare.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
A Brave Fellow Then
On his younger years one willing to have a dare
A brave fellow then such men are always rare
In Vietnam decorated for bravery forty seven years ago
That was long before time did become his foe
One who displayed true courage when under fire
From stories about him a man to admire
But the passing of the Seasons has him walking slow
And time even on the best does eventually show
One who never fathered children or never had a wife
His addiction to alcohol ruined his life
Many of his friends from his young years are amongst the dead
His best years behind him old age of him ahead
What hair he has left on his head silver gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
A quiet sort of a person even with a few beers in
One who never does add to the local pub's din
For bravery under fire one famed and widely known
On his sixty eight year he does live on his own
A man amongst men the ageing man of today
He risked his life to save an injured comrade in a war far away.
A brave fellow then such men are always rare
In Vietnam decorated for bravery forty seven years ago
That was long before time did become his foe
One who displayed true courage when under fire
From stories about him a man to admire
But the passing of the Seasons has him walking slow
And time even on the best does eventually show
One who never fathered children or never had a wife
His addiction to alcohol ruined his life
Many of his friends from his young years are amongst the dead
His best years behind him old age of him ahead
What hair he has left on his head silver gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
A quiet sort of a person even with a few beers in
One who never does add to the local pub's din
For bravery under fire one famed and widely known
On his sixty eight year he does live on his own
A man amongst men the ageing man of today
He risked his life to save an injured comrade in a war far away.
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