You cannot love your Country if you do not love all of it's races of people as well
And you do not love all of it's races of people by your words i can tell
So when you say you love your Country you believe your own lie
Though you boast for the National flag you would gladly die
How can you love your Country if in your words you put those different to you down
Some of them your neighbors in your side of the town
These people love their Country and to the Country's laws remain true
And they do not dislike others due to their difference to them and they do not dislike you
For complete love of Country in the recipe one does need
To love those different to you in culture and race of origin and creed
There are plenty like you consumed with patriotic pride
Who believe love of Country comes with racial divide
When the National flags are flying and the bands through the town play
You march in the big parade on National Day
And i do love my Country with pride you do say
But by your racial profiling you do not seem this way.
Friday, January 31, 2014
With Rhyme Words
With rhyme words i am one who does love to play
And new rhymes do come to my mind every day
On notebook paper i pen them down
But never for money or for literary renown
Anybody can pen rhymes or so we are told
And rhymers never grow famous and wealthy they only grow old
On saying rhymers are many and poets are few
I am not telling you anything that is new
Though a harmless enough past time would you not agree
Addicted to rhyming i do seem to be
Just one of many my kind everywhere
There are millions like me in the big World out there
The weather is sunny and humid and warm near forty degrees
And even great warmth in the southerly breeze
That blow from the sea in the park by the bay
Too warm for to lay in the sunshine today
I have strayed one might say from the subject in rhyme
But this has happened to me many a time
On the subjects they write of rhymers thoughts tend to stray
From the point of the matter i too am this way
The day is sunny and humid the wind soughing in the trees
And the warm air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
A poem i would write of it were i a poet
But such a title reserved for those of literary note.
And new rhymes do come to my mind every day
On notebook paper i pen them down
But never for money or for literary renown
Anybody can pen rhymes or so we are told
And rhymers never grow famous and wealthy they only grow old
On saying rhymers are many and poets are few
I am not telling you anything that is new
Though a harmless enough past time would you not agree
Addicted to rhyming i do seem to be
Just one of many my kind everywhere
There are millions like me in the big World out there
The weather is sunny and humid and warm near forty degrees
And even great warmth in the southerly breeze
That blow from the sea in the park by the bay
Too warm for to lay in the sunshine today
I have strayed one might say from the subject in rhyme
But this has happened to me many a time
On the subjects they write of rhymers thoughts tend to stray
From the point of the matter i too am this way
The day is sunny and humid the wind soughing in the trees
And the warm air full of the buzzing of bush flies and bees
A poem i would write of it were i a poet
But such a title reserved for those of literary note.
What Goes Around Comes Around
That bad things at the hands of criminals are happening to good people every day Worldwide
In every Country is something that cannot be denied
Ruthless people bereft of compassion as ever not rare
The kind who derive pleasure in the suffering of others their victims relatives grief do not spare
Of their sort humanity is not or will never be in need
Without them the Human World would be safer and far better to live in indeed
Though some excuse can be found for the bad behavior of the criminally inclined
Far too many guns and knives in the possession of their kind
And sad to know that good people are dying every day
At the hands of criminals in the foulest way
Far too many people lacking in compassion and empathy
War crimes and ethnic cleansing a blight on humanity
But what goes around comes around does only seem true
Those who do bad things to others bad things in return becomes their due.
In every Country is something that cannot be denied
Ruthless people bereft of compassion as ever not rare
The kind who derive pleasure in the suffering of others their victims relatives grief do not spare
Of their sort humanity is not or will never be in need
Without them the Human World would be safer and far better to live in indeed
Though some excuse can be found for the bad behavior of the criminally inclined
Far too many guns and knives in the possession of their kind
And sad to know that good people are dying every day
At the hands of criminals in the foulest way
Far too many people lacking in compassion and empathy
War crimes and ethnic cleansing a blight on humanity
But what goes around comes around does only seem true
Those who do bad things to others bad things in return becomes their due.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
On A Fair Go For All
A fair go for all in many instances to all does not apply
Since many Governments Worldwide a fair go to some of their people choose to deny
Due to difference in religion and culture as well as race
For a fair go for all in many Countries there does not seem to be a place
In most Countries a fair go for some to the privileged few
On saying this i am not saying anything that is new
In most Countries minorities though good living people are often demonized
That this happens in some so called democratic Countries one must not feel surprised
All people are equal in that we all are born to die
But otherwise equality for all people based on a lie
In my lifetime i know that i will not see
Where anyone is not seen to be more equal than you or than me
And in the history of humanity no record to recall
Of the existence of an age of a fair go for all.
Since many Governments Worldwide a fair go to some of their people choose to deny
Due to difference in religion and culture as well as race
For a fair go for all in many Countries there does not seem to be a place
In most Countries a fair go for some to the privileged few
On saying this i am not saying anything that is new
In most Countries minorities though good living people are often demonized
That this happens in some so called democratic Countries one must not feel surprised
All people are equal in that we all are born to die
But otherwise equality for all people based on a lie
In my lifetime i know that i will not see
Where anyone is not seen to be more equal than you or than me
And in the history of humanity no record to recall
Of the existence of an age of a fair go for all.
At Number One You Begin
Anyone on their own cannot make the World a much better World to live in
But to count to a million at number one you must begin
And everyone who lives as a good person some credit is due
That they are helping to make the World better to live in happens to be true
It is people with negative influence any hope of peace seem to destroy
The abuse of power they do seem to enjoy
Such people find joy in wrecking harmony
And sadly a World free of their sort i will not live to see
National borders and culture and religion people divide
And tension between people that leads to war nowadays is Worldwide
Those who believe war leads to peace do believe in a lie
Because of negative influence many people do die
One good person cannot make a better World to live in
But to count to a million at number one you begin.
But to count to a million at number one you must begin
And everyone who lives as a good person some credit is due
That they are helping to make the World better to live in happens to be true
It is people with negative influence any hope of peace seem to destroy
The abuse of power they do seem to enjoy
Such people find joy in wrecking harmony
And sadly a World free of their sort i will not live to see
National borders and culture and religion people divide
And tension between people that leads to war nowadays is Worldwide
Those who believe war leads to peace do believe in a lie
Because of negative influence many people do die
One good person cannot make a better World to live in
But to count to a million at number one you begin.
When People Ask Michael Kelleher
When people ask Michael Kelleher where he is from his usual reply
Is far north of this Land as the migratory bird does fly
Claraghatlea in Duhallow near the Town of Millstreet
A short walk through the fields to where the rivers do meet
With children and grandchildren to Rosemary his Australian wife
He has lived in Australia for more than two thirds of his life
They now live in San Remo in South Gippsland by the Pacific shore
South of Claraghatlea by eighteen thousand kilometers or more
The Duhallow accent he was born into he does retain
And perhaps with him it will remain
For as long as he live till his last night and day
His accent with him it is destined to stay
His heritage Michael Kelleher does never deny
In Claraghatlea he first looked on the sun and the moon and the stars of the sky
In the school yard in Millstreet Town he played games with his friends as a boy
As a young fellow a carefree existence he did enjoy
Michael Kelleher often talks of his friends in and near Millstreet Town
Where he used to live when his hair was light brown
And though he lives far south of old Clara today
The good memories of his younger years with him stay.
Is far north of this Land as the migratory bird does fly
Claraghatlea in Duhallow near the Town of Millstreet
A short walk through the fields to where the rivers do meet
With children and grandchildren to Rosemary his Australian wife
He has lived in Australia for more than two thirds of his life
They now live in San Remo in South Gippsland by the Pacific shore
South of Claraghatlea by eighteen thousand kilometers or more
The Duhallow accent he was born into he does retain
And perhaps with him it will remain
For as long as he live till his last night and day
His accent with him it is destined to stay
His heritage Michael Kelleher does never deny
In Claraghatlea he first looked on the sun and the moon and the stars of the sky
In the school yard in Millstreet Town he played games with his friends as a boy
As a young fellow a carefree existence he did enjoy
Michael Kelleher often talks of his friends in and near Millstreet Town
Where he used to live when his hair was light brown
And though he lives far south of old Clara today
The good memories of his younger years with him stay.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
A Marvelous Person
So kind and gentle in her own sweet way
I see her often though not every day
On meeting she always smiles as hello she does say
About her she does have a winning way
I have been told she is sixty five years old
Though silver haired quite lovely to behold
Without makeup aging in a natural way
But she does look younger than her age it would seem fair to say
A widow who never bore children one who know of life's crosses of woe
Her late husband her one true love and soul-mate died of cancer six years ago
She grieved for him and for lost love none in her life to take his place
In life there can be joy and sorrow and many a challenge for to face
A marvelous person always helping the needy on behalf of St Vincent De Paul
When one is in need she is never found to be wanting she is always willing to answer the call
I often meet her when she is out walking she always greets me with great warmth in her hello
The Human World in need of more of her kind for she is one who has the inner glow.
I see her often though not every day
On meeting she always smiles as hello she does say
About her she does have a winning way
I have been told she is sixty five years old
Though silver haired quite lovely to behold
Without makeup aging in a natural way
But she does look younger than her age it would seem fair to say
A widow who never bore children one who know of life's crosses of woe
Her late husband her one true love and soul-mate died of cancer six years ago
She grieved for him and for lost love none in her life to take his place
In life there can be joy and sorrow and many a challenge for to face
A marvelous person always helping the needy on behalf of St Vincent De Paul
When one is in need she is never found to be wanting she is always willing to answer the call
I often meet her when she is out walking she always greets me with great warmth in her hello
The Human World in need of more of her kind for she is one who has the inner glow.
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