Poems

For years you have known your dark moods of despair
And you feel that life to you is rather unfair
Life has it's high points and low points it does seem this way
And the moods of the mind we deal with every day
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Do not call me sir or mister such titles not worthy of me
Just call me Frank, Francis or Francie since i do answer to all three
Sir and mister does seem a bit formal i am not into formality
Those who like titles to their names welcome suppose we all do see things differently
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For most of us our existence revolves around the me, myself and i
And this includes me of that why should i lie
Suppose the selfish gene we do need to survive
As materially the self centered do seem to thrive
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I have heard old Joe say at midnight the deceased of the town
From the cemetery on high street to the park walk down
And talk of the past when they lived in years gone by
In the still of the night under the starlit sky
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Time it does rust iron one ought not to forget
And the one who grows younger has not been born yet
This is something that is quite impossible and never will be
Since humans like all other life forms born to mortality
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In the gray fogs of rain the hills hidden away
It is cold in the fields by old Clara today
The deciduous trees without their leaves looking bare
In December in Duhallow sunshine is quite rare
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In her twenties her shoulder length wavy hair was nugget brown
When she was the Rose of the old country town
But now in blonde hair dye she cloaks her silver gray
The divorced grandmother has known a far better day
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What is or is not poetry not for me to tell
Since the poems i like reading by many of the literary critics dismissed as doggerel
And as we know literary critics do have literary degrees
And such things do not grow on bushes and trees
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December near to Christmas in the City of Warrnambool
And the happy echo of laughter in the deep dark Merri River pool
Of teenagers enjoying themselves in the evening sunshine
In weather warm and pleasant with a temperature high of twenty nine
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The blackbirds and magpies are singing in the park by the bay
And sun brightly shining in sky blue and gray
And wherever i turn to look i do see
The beauty of Nature that is all around me
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