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As a candle will burn longer
It's worth way less all of the time~
And as we to go through our daily lives
Our candle of life burns so ever fine~
As our time on earth it slips slowly away
The value of life to many becomes cheaper~
Burning life up as if a candle
And the way back it becomes ever so steeper~
The value of life was once worth far more
Today not many care about values fine and free~
So many they feel they'll live forever more
Not thinking at all of our final destiny~
These days it's all computers it seems
Nobody works that hard any more much at all~
Running through life as does the wind
Feeling they'll ever have to climb life's final wall~
Once there was needed so little to be happy
Now more and more we seem to need to even live~
When not all that long ago we had it all
And we then still had so very much to freely give~
But along came those with an eye for a buck
And almost robbed this planet dry~
And among our most respected wealthy
Not hardly a tear they'll ever cry~
Very few will ever realize what they've done
And they'll never miss what it is they've never known~
But with just a little more human and planet consideration
Instead of burning up our candle it could have grown~
We all arrive with nothing when first born
And at end of day we leave ever so much the same-
Many souls upon earth not appeciating lifes gift
But so much still needless woe , struggle and pain-



Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 299
WTCHEN WATER
( Thinking of time gone by )

Watchen water washen stones
Watchen sunlight bleachen bones~
Wasten time thats wasten me
Waiten for a love thats never free~
Waiten for rain that never falls
Watchen the phone , nobody calls~
Counten stars that fall from so high
Liven life untill I die~
Getten older by the day
Nothen seems to go my way~
Doen all I felt was right
And here I am still alone tonight~
Twas long ago when I knew you
Since that time Ive been so blue~
But life goes on all about
And here I sit alone with lights turned out~
Somethens wrong with me I know
How come I still love you so~
Guess your happy and here I wait
But I ll never see your form at my gate~
Watchen water washen stones
Watchen sunlight bleachen bones~
Wasten time thats wasten me
Waiten for a love that never free~.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 86
LOVELY PLACES
We all have a favourite place
Where we all love to go ~
To think or paint or take a friend
Someone special that we know~
A spot that brings us peace of mind
A place to be alone~
A place to bring ourselves up to date
And a place we can call our own~
There might be a little brook
Or just a big old lazy tree~
A little hill behind the house
A place we can feel free~
Well ... I for one have such a place
And I go there once in awhile~
Its years away from confusion
But in distance  just a mile~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 180
ALL THINGS MOUNTAIN
As I sat way above the lower valley
I admired the mountain that was there
Down it's sides tall pines grew lower
As if upon a maiden her longest hair

The colors on it's face smiled in sunlight
As clouds passed it gave expressions true
It's soul lived since days of so very old
Yet to this day seduced viewers old and new

Natures seasons had dressed her accordingly
A mountain of deepest thoughts of memory
Silently it had seen generations as they grew
Never telling of what it knew of passed or to be

I sat looking at it in total admiration of view
So beautuful within it's being yet as if also wise
A mountain that diserved credit for it's beauty
A natural pleasure to all soul mind and eyes

I gave it the name of all things naturaly created
I think of my thoughts of it there it surely knew
I called it “ ALL THINGS MOUNTAIN “
It danced among it's trees as mountain winds blew

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
A little like a look see whats in there
And if by doing so you find it bare
Chances are your living by others rules
And in actual fact most of them don't care

If you have nothing to keep just to yourself
No memories that are only yours alone
It comes to mind no magic moments fine
And your life has no real meat on the bone

Doing the right thing always as others say
Has a living robotic life seem so good it's true
Time to go collect a few secret moments magic
And store them away where they live for good

You where not created a toy doll others to play
You have a mind of your own use it every day
A little imagination a few things not to tell or say
Them your secret room won't be all dark and grey

Every soul upon earth has one most of them full
And they remain so long after the day you die
No smiles or  secrets to take with you even then
Like a healthy egg uncooked but  dead to fry

Take just a moment now and again yours to know
Fill your secret room with a few over your life time
And know the  time you tend to peep in there
At least you have known a few moments ever so divine

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 62
MAKING MEMORIES
What ever we are doing within each day
In actual fact we are making memories-
In a perfect world it would be grand
To have it all look how we'd like it to be-
Keeping in mind one day we'll remember
As we look back at our life in time-
It would be Better being pleased with it all
Having each moment a memory so fine-
Things in life cannot always be this way
But to some extent we at least can try-
While at the same time just being ourselves
Keeping in mind some memories never die-
Each and every moment that we live in life
And each day and everything that we do-
Will one day be a memory
That will always be there for me and you-
And as we live each day one at a time
This thought we all should keep in mind-
Is this the way we would like to have it be
When we go back for a memory to find-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 109
LITTLE OLD SAD ME
Crashing..Splashing..G'nashing waves
Bashing so upon the rocky shore~
Gently..gentle breezes blow
Coming softly to the fore~
Wet sand..dry sand..soft sand too
Water salty .. foaming white~
Coming .. going..back again
Morning .. noon and darkest night~
Dark day .. bright day .. cloudy day
Always just the same~
When the sun is shing bright
When the skies are full of rain~
Water high .. water low
Water in between~
So long since I last went down
To one of the loveliest spots I've seen~
I left my footprints there one day
One day I must go back to see~
If maybe they are still waiting there
For little old sad me '

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
( ANOTHER OF MY UNSUNG SONGS)

Learnen to remember
Learnen to forget~
Soughten out the memories
Ive had since we first met~
Some Id rather cast aside
Others hold my heart~
Some are just the reasons why
We two drifted apart~
First I smile and then I cry
The reasons for the day~
But I know I wouldnt feel so bad
If the pain would go away~
Now Im learnen to remember
And learnen to forget~
Soughten out all the memories
Ive had since we first met~
Just sitten on this hollow log
Thinken of back when~
I used to have you by my sise
Wished I could agen~
Sometimes it seems so long ago
Others ... Just yesterday
I just lose track of time my love
Since the time you went away~
We grow old and we grow wiser
As life goes on its true~
There comes a time old love of mine
When theres nothing we can do~
You will always be a part of me
You ll always be on my mind~
But you still invade my dreams
This is why it is I find'
Im learning to remember
And Im learning to forget~
Just soughting out all these memories
Ive had since we first met~ '.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright  2018
Jul 2018 · 219
OLD SHEARING SHED
Old grey split boards now lie
Under flapping tin~
Once new Lister engine .. Now still
Making these days no more din~
Cracked and dry old leather belts
That ran the boggi now hang loose and low~
The smell of wool still slightly lingers
From once polished rails long ago~
Creaking building in daylight warmth
Sadness one feels stepping in~
Deep inside a bushman's heart
Old shed ..sorry sight .. So grim~
But old shed you are not dead yet
But tied as here you stand~
Gone are the days of summer dust and haze
When you were young and ever grand~
And now you keep company old shed
With old yards and gates and races~
No longer are you filled with sheep
And loved with noise and life's embraces~
Once yelling and press thumping
Old lister with rhythm pure~
Flapping belts and tar boys running
But now ..loneliness you endure~
You had your day in your time I say
As then you stood so proud and grand~
And now ... You bring back memories
To a just as old and grey once busy man~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 328
THE SMALLEST BIRD
When the moon was large and round
And the night produced a cooler breeze
Curtains moving ever grasefully slowly
Within the shadows of the moonlit trees

Half asleep I'd watch them swaying so
As the breeze played a whispering song
With my mind visiting my yesterdays
Of places been and where I once belong

And every now and then a smallest bird
Would arrive  upon my window sill there
Adding the smallest ever whistle to it all
Flying off returning within the moonlit air

Window half open there it's sit for awhile
Serenading me upon my sill now and then
And I welcomed it simply ever so did I
Till the moon was once more full ag'en

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
She Was ...

MY MUM ..

She was the best of the best
And the worst of the worst~
She traveled all over
And quenched every thirst~
When somethen was over
She d move on agen~
And only return
When and if she got the yen~
She d say what she thought
And nomatter to whom~
One could never miss her
Even in a crowded room~
She d do as she pleased
And no matter what~
She was always herself
If they liked it or not~
Full of surprises
And one could never guess~
What wonderful things
She d make out of a mess~
When one thought they had her
They never had her at all~
Come rain or come shine
She always had a ball~
She lived her life to the limit
Come day or come night~
And when she made a statement
She was usually right~
She could dance she could love
She could see in the dark~
One vibrant woman
Who was always a spark~
She left no stone unturned
Missed nothen at all~
Nomatter who ever downed her
She always stood tall~
Everyone loved her so
And they hated her too~
That was everyone she met
And that was more than a few~
She spread so much laughter
And thrived on pure hell~
Nobody ever forgot her
They all knew her too well~
She could take anything on
And just as easy throw it away~
And go on regardless and
Live well another day~
She was all that she said she was
So she d say with pride~
She could welcome you home
And just as easy cast you aside~
There was more to this woman
Than anyone ever knew~
She could tell you a lie
And prove it was true~
She d play out a fantassy
And make it become real~
She had her own charisma
Never ever hid how she d feel~
She could sing like an angel
And then steal your heart~
and once she had gotten it
She d rip it apart~
Nobody ever owned her
She was her own soul~
She could act like a child
Or a woman so very old~
In her life she lived several lifetimes
And lived them all well~
She had her own brand of religion
And rang her own bell~
Everyone that knew her
They never ever knew why~
She could make so very happy
And then give you reason to cry~


Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright First written 1964 ..
Jul 2018 · 98
AUSTRALIA DAY
There is a day .. A special day
A day thats ours alone~
A day for all Australians
For our country..Our states .. our home~
A day to think of all the things
That Australia has to give~
All the reasons why Australia
Is the best place on earth to live~
A day for all to remember
The men and women that made each state~
All they are to this very day
The ones that made them great~
There is a day .. A special day
A day thats ours alone~
A special day for all Australians
For our country .. Our states .. Our home~.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyrighted 1979

  ( To date nobody wanted to sing it .. Still don't )
Jul 2018 · 112
I MISS
I miss the smell of a working saddle
My old contract poly with a four imch pad~
Those saddle bags and saddle blankets
Love all my memories of the good times Ive had~
Miss those shady tree cuppers from a billy
Talen 'bout life with campfire smoke in my eyes~
How I miss all those sheep and cattle
And would you believe me I even miss the flies~
Don't miss riding in wet jeans
Don't miss riding through land in bog~
But I do miss the early mornings kiss
Having morning tea sitten on a log~
I miss all the great working dogs Ive had
Ropen and working on the spread~
I miss feeling like Ive earnt my pay
And after which I miss a cowboys bed~
Some memories just won't fade away
I still can smell that hay~
Been there but would love to do it again
But I'd have to go back a ways~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 114
THE FISHERMAN
I was watching him from up on high
As he was reeling in a fish So big-
As he reeled it in how he danced
Doing a happy fisherman's type jig-
A biggest wave came out of the blue
And left him standing there in shock-
As wet as wet as a fisherman could be
Like a half drowned **** upon a rock-
He had hooked that big fish dreamed about
But it took off then and swam away-
And thanks to that great big wave
It took his rod and reel upon that day-
He then picked up his fishing box
Yelling hey you'll need this to-
No good of taking half of it ya ==++**
And into the ocean it then he threw-
Stomping back up the rocky *****
And saying things I'd not repeat on here-
He headed off back to his car and yelled
At the fish shop I'll not need that gear-
So if you ever catch the biggest fish
And it has it's own rod and reel on the day-
Just thank your lucky stars my friend
But make sure that it don't just get away-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 109
aussiepoet The Real One
https://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=aussiepoet&item=home&poetry=true&title=poet

He began writing of all aspects of life
When he was only 16 years of age ..
Now 76 and stll writing as always
Poetry writing songs books his rage

Be welcome go have a read of them
Endless are there waiting to be read
Try understand what the poem was about
He was born a poet a very special breed

You'll find his first site ever easily
www.poetrypoem.com/aussiepoet the place
Written many songs a lot has been sung
Put many a smile upon a saddest face

terrence michael sutto
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 119
THE REAL AUSSIEPOET
Oh many call themselves Aussiepoet
But theres only ever been one
Registered started writing at 16
Now 76 and more to write be done

Of life as it was is and mostly will be
Has more on file than any ever written
Not just of aussie humor it goes on
Or a bushy on a log and got bitten

Of life the lonely our planet nature
Of this life being a class in a school
Of those that learn as lifes candles burn
Of many today still greed hearts of a fool

Of all the little things that matter so
Of being able to look deeply ever within
Of endless religions politics shallow minds
Who hypocritically invented a word called sin

Of country & outback of oringinal Aussies too
Who had it for thousands of years blood & tears
A **** site worst than many today ever knew

The first mostly un-known still Aussiepoet
Writing has been his entire life to date
Of love making love giving love hand in glove
The endless who'll all should know never too late

And despite all his own have labeled him so often
He has all a man could ask for in any form
To be loved by one who loves him endlessly
As he realizes there will be yet anoth dawn

There's only one ....

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 1.1k
AURAMAGNETIC HUMAN AURA
We all have an aura .. Around our bodies
Aura magnetic aura's are they
Like a magnet one side attracts the other
Pushes some things thus so away

How often has one said she's lovely he's not
What had her choose him wondering why
How often has one been drawn to another
So many have remarked re this cannot deny

Walking into a room one's drawn to another
Or as well pushed away from one the see
It's like a magnet pulling pushing drawing
It's the science of lovedoing it's thing  basicly

One's aura is a powerful thing at times in life
Doing as it does so often naturally in it's way
Bringing souls together or rejecting them
Without us knowing often upon night or day

Aura's indicate positive negative like dislike
It's a natural thing that surrounds us true
Aura's read Red anger Yellow cowardness
And sadness at times comes in shades of blue

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Friends they come and go and they fade
Like natures seasons in life made
So many an opinion many a grade
Best being yourself a ***** a *****
Socially religiously politically as well
Endless vines in life's jungle rings a bell
Some hear say nothing others they tell
From earths mountains to lower the dell
The best friend one has is mostly you
One can never lie to ones self it's true
Many know or not say that they knew
All as different as insects life on through
Best not to follow to hell with the mutitude
You know you've been dealt good to crude
That many couldn't handle honest to rude
Life it has so many most a different brood
They think they know you know they do not
Never will they and in life there's woe forgot
If you told them still worse would be their lot
In the veins of life is always found a silent clot
But being one's self and caring each day less
Of a world full of human created absolute mess
Never are they to say helped make it or confess
The only rule lives since the very days of old
All one can be and do is to be within a good soul
What others think is not really worth a solitary dime
As positive as able your walk in life through time
Live for today and to hell with anything that's divine
Give but keep some for you as you walk life's line
Forget donating the wealthy they can afford that
That how come they'er wealthy they'd steal your hat
Be proud of where you are life It's your ball and bat
Forget forgiving those who don't wipe feet on your mat
They all good to bad rich to poor know right and wrong
Their choices and your choices it's a life long song
Wisdom doesn't patronize us it's us to learn life long
Walk to your own drum and keep your rhythm true  
Before any in life come what may be proud of you
Don't worship anyone but parents all life through
Think carefully before anything that you may do

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 76
POETS and POETRY UNITE
So many beautiful poetic souls there be
So many need to spread their wings to fly
I know they'd all love this site ever so
There being endless reasons why

Poetry is a wonderful voice one of the soul
And poetry has all show they really care
Invite them here and welcome them in
No poetry is a world I myself could not bare

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 57
THE LONELY BIRD
Oh look there's a beautiful bird up there
But it's flying all upon it's own
Could be looking for company
And might just well be heading home

But that bird is not at all lonely
It has the sunshine clouds and breeze
It has it's very own destiny in life
And if it needs a home it has the trees

Beats me why most think everyone needs
Others in life all of the while
Like the bird it only needs it's self  to fly
Doing things it's own way has it smile

It's as free as we all in life would like to be
As it flies viweing all of whats far below
And knowing none ofwhats  down there
Will weight it down unable to fly it's so

Now it's seen as a wise and knowing bird
Away up there with it's own peace of mind
Looked at in admiration instead not lonely
With endless beautiful natural places to find

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 116
ALLOW ME TO FLY
Oh take me to places I've not been ..
Show me awareness'es I've not seen..
Have me float as the eagles do ..
Allow me to feel Like I never knew..
Elevate me to the clouds on high..
Have my mind body and soul know how to fly..
Just let me tremble with emotions of joy unknown..
I wish to join the highest winds that have blown..
To escape the rules of earth bound man..
And to be as my wildest dreams know I can..
Take me make me create me all I am within..
Regardless of a mans created word sin..
I am much more and I want to know it all..
I know no matter how high I fly you'll not let me fall..
Have me know abandon of moments magic true..
That I'll never forget until my life is through..


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 2018 · 98
SECRETS
Whats all the ******* about having a secret
It's never been before in history or time a sin..
Who ever said one has to tell everyone everything
It's your own business what you know of to begin..

To hell with the nosey gossipers and others in life
A secret is something that you alone only knows..
The rest can go climb back up their lonely trees
You to know stuff the rest that's simply how it goes..

There's no rules that having a secret is any kind of a crime
What's in and in your mind for you alone to know..
The entire rest can try at best to get a life with zest
All the self rightious the gossipers holier than thous it's so..

Everyone has their share of secrets never told in life
Only they want to know yours not you their very own..
Secrets are the little bits of life that's known alone by you
To hell with all who don't have one and have never grown..

Adds a little bit that only belongs to you alone in life
Secrets make life worth living gives a soul a little fire..
Adds a little bit that only belongs to you alone in life..
Not having a secret turns negative imagination into a lier..

Keep your secrets make sure you have got some good one's
Make them romantic as can possibly be loving to say the least..
Have them really worth keeping for a smile later on in life
As to on a bad days give your soul with memory a feast..

Share your secret with one that as well can keep one too
If they are a part of a most beautiful moment just with you..
Giving magic moments all you have to offer at any time
And as a secret they'll come back with a smile in time it's true..

Secrets are beautiful memories of pure gold to remember
But keep them as secrets forever within you alone to know..
If you have not any go make as many that will have you smile
In distant times to come but make them magic if possible it's so..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 78
WHEN
( A sad but real reality of love and life    
    we all learn over time )


When you've found all you've ever searched for
All your whole life long~
When you've heard the very words
To your very own souls song~
When you've found the very reason
That you yourself was born~
When love remains as brilliant
As nights first sensual touch of dawn~
When the words total ecstasy
Replaces all you've ever known~
When you know love better than sheer perfection
As if it came to you on the most seductive wind ever blown~
When you are feeling with your fingertips
The very angel you've waited a lifetime for~
When she alone is in your heart and space
And has opened up loves every door~
How can you have her really know that
Its her alone that fills your being~
How can you prove to her in hours
What it is that you are feeling and seeing~
With her exactly as she is without changing
In every single sensual beautiful way~
And she s everything you've ever dreamed of
For now , for ever and a day~
This is when you've found love
And yes this is how it is for you~
But its not worth a solitary dime
If she doesn't feel that way too~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 85
LEAVE SOME OF YOURSELF
Poetry and the writing of same has always
Been a beautiful way to have so many know..
What you were about deeply within over time
Ever so long after the time we eventually go..
What you write now is what in the future
People will read and feel they know you true..
Your deepest thoughts if of sincerity in time
Will remain in many always so much of you..
One day your thoughts might just help so many
One day simply make it through another day..
With common sense and also wisdoms learned
In our reality here and now not just to pray..
Basic sensible caring loving considerate advice
Things that helped you in life and time get by..
Many lessons learned here on the very ground
Preventions and solutions help so many not to cry..
We all live but one life here and now this time
So many find it ever so hard to make ends meet..
Not too many can ever say they know the answers
But often learned the hard way to remain on ones feet..
In this day and age not even the bibles so many
And religions even more so many are they too..
All written of and by the thinking of those long ago
But this is a very different world we all live in true..
An ever not in too many ways at all a perfect world
Although so many do feel that they alone all know..
However we all are simply trying to do the same things
Being to find real happiness and true love before we go..
But what you write now may fill a void within a heart
And one day have an earth bound soul enjoy a day..
If one writes of the needed sincerity so many lack
And maybe help a faint heart simply find a way..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
It’s so much a joy to be alive and to know
The feeling’s many that real love does provide
Always there to remind one ever so they exist
As their as if electronic vibrations refuse to hide
No need to turn around within a room to see
Who has silently entered a room then and there
One feels it within one’s very soul so deeply
As vibrations fill your space beyond compare
It’s such a wonder how this comes to be in life
But it only arrives when two are so much as one
Along with speaking eye’s that tell it all so well
Seldom using spoken words gently as the setting sun
So much contentment peace of mind hearts at home
No place upon the earth the other would ever wish to be
Two surrounded with loving electronic vibrations of love
Remaining one forever more and until the end of eternity.

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 62
NATURAL BEAUTY
I first saw you that one beautiful day
Your being as you are it looked to me
Only an angel ever walks that way
So much love in all of sincerity

I saw you as the child that lives within
I saw you as the mountain water under a fall
I felt you as if I breathed the purest air
Fresh and pure as mountain breezes call

I remained speechless as you passed by
I smiled but how my heart did sigh
Just to hold your hand I'd surely die
Never see perfection before I can't deny

Your sight will remain with me till I'm no more
I fell in love that moment for sure
As beautifully natural as the breakers on the shore
Thank Heaven for a vision I'll always adore.

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 92
A STUDENT ASKED ME
Away out in a bush camp once
Sitting around the fire
Girls and boys and a few helpers
Singing country songs like a quire

One young guy asked if I knew the answer
Due to something just then said
Are boys born smarter than girls he asked
I smiled and shook my head

Well if I was to tell you son
I do not think you'd believe me anyway
He said yes I would as he played with wood
So tell me anyway

Well I said .. The truth is a little damaging
To guys who do not know
But the real truth is I just wish they knew
Life would be easier on any day

If you get a girl and a boy of both twenty years
You will it is true always find it's true
The guy is twenty going on seventeen
The girl twenty going on thirty two

Girls know where boys are coming from
Long before they even get off the but it's so
And that's the way boys and girls are born
So son you asked so now you know.

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 60
YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE
No matter where you ever wonder
No matter where on earth you roam-
God he promised me so long ago
You'll never ever walk alone-

Well over time I kept him to it
Though the going often it was tough-
But he was always right there with me
Through the good times and the rough-

I often wondered why .. With I
Why on me he would waste his time-
But regardless never could I shake him
His dedication lovingly divine-

Upon my way tripping and falling
And always learning as I'd go-
All of the time when things weren't fine
His vow and light would always glow-

As if keeping me from harm’s way
As I traveled and for love searched on-
For that one love I hoped one day to find
The very lyrics to my own hearts song-

He said no matter where you wonder
And regardless of where you roam-
He had promised ever so sincerely
You'll never walk alone-

I never understood life's game
Or his always being there-
But time went on and moved along
Still his love beyond compare-

I felt so lonely most of the time
Doing things everybody else's way-
Still not finding what I'd dreamed of
That true love for which my heart did pray-

Then one day I just got tired of searching
And I asked him would he simply show to me-
The one thing I had always searched for
And to my surprise it seems he did agree-

I said to him you once told me long ago
My heart would one day find it's very home-
And that if I had faith in his word
I would never ever walk alone-

Before I knew it and soon after that I found her
No more in life the rolling stone-
For that's when he proved his word to me
You'll never ever walk alone-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 144
AMONG THE FOREST MOSS
Deep within a far away tropical forest
Was where I found upon that day~
The most beautiful of natural carpets
Beyond compare come what may~
Tallest trees still and of used to be
Covered with natures moss of time~
Only nature could ever dare
Create such a beautiful sight sublime~
I stood in silence and total amazement
At what nature it could do~
If left alone in natural time
To create such magnificence it is true~
I felt as if I should not even walk
Upon such a heavenly place~
As every inch of it was a masterpiece
To as much mark it I felt would be a disgrace~
I crept as light as possible
As I made my gentle way~
And took ever so many mental photographs
In the form of memories of that day~
Life their was abundantly so
But so small and mostly out of sight~
Shadows hung and wild birds sung
As I imagined this sight within moonlight~
Mosses every shape and size and shade
Of the color green there was to see~
The silence there in dampest air
Spoke it's opinion to there me~
To leave without disturbing at all
And set this aged perfection free~
Years of growth and years of time
It took to create and to simply be~
A place that had not been visited
And had remained so for the longest time~
I left the way I had come in
And took with me only a memory ever so sublime~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 95
STEPP'EN BACK
( A song I wrote a good while ago
  written as sang )

We all look back on days gone by
Precious memories~
Times we knew ..Songs we loved
That special walk among the trees~
That someone .. We loved so much
Now long since gone away~
And how we always think of them
When we hear an old song play~
Way back in our good old days
We all so often say~
Going back into the times we knew
Steppen back .. Still the latest craze~
Steppen back .. Steppen back
go'en back to when~
There was a time .. memories fine
Times we ll never know agen~
Like a picture on the wall
We all were younger then~
That old tune would often play
In days gone by back when~
When we last looked into those eyes
Seen the love so true~
And when we hear a certain song
We feel in a way we still do~
Steppen back..Just steppen back
go'en back to when~
There was a time .. memories fine
Times we ll never know agen ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyrighted 2018
Just for fun )

The safest souls upon earth are the innocent ..
(As over the speakers the music played)
MAYBE I DO AND MAYBE I DON'T MAYBE I WILL AND MAYBE I WON"T
Boy sits on a ***** lone beach hill of lawny grass
With a very attractive girl he not long had met
And they looked at each other and then smiled
She thinks I bet ,, he wants to make love to me
He thinks, OH I'd love to make love to her
He thinks but I would never tell her that though
And she thinks If he asked me I just might but
I would not tell him that as he'd think I'm easy
Then he says I bet you think I want to make love to you
But if I did I'd not say so as you'd think me awful
And she says no I wouldn’t but I'd not tell you
If I wanted you to, anyway but I bet you do
Me ? What gives you the idea I want to do that
Nothing she says I'm just thinking if you did , that’s all
Well if I did want to I'd be worried that you'd leave
She says am I going anywhere , am I moving at all
He says well I'm not leaving , do I look like I want to go
Then she says if you did want to , would you tell me so
And he says yes I would tell you if I thought that you might
Well she says if you ask me I might tell you if I do want to
And he says if I did ask you that , would you mind at all
And she says If I asked you , what would you say to me
He says Oh I don't know ask me then and then you’ll know
And she says I'd ask you if I thought you wouldn’t mind
And he says I wouldn’t mind if you asked me at all ok
And she says ok I'm asking you then , so what about that
And he says what are you asking me then may I ask
And she says I'm asking you to ask me to ask you if I want to
Would you ask me she says to ask you so I’ll maybe tell you
Tell me what he says will you just let me know what you want to know
What your thinking right now he said so I'll know what to think
And she says well ,,,, I’ll tell you what right now honestly .. ok
And he says , YES YES tell me ..
And she says ..
I'd really LOVE a ****** ice cream ..

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 266
THE IRISH STEW ( TRUE TOO )
Away up the top out in the back blocks
Simply days drive from anywhere at all~
We were camped on the side of a river bank
Not far from a wet season come water fall~
We were running out of food to some extent
I assured them all we were just fine~
That I as camp cook had enough to last us
And tonight as usual we were all going to dine~
We were way up there on a top end fishing trip
And I'd been up there a good few times before~
Where the best fish were only ever caught
In a land that I came to adore~
One bloke there had a friend with him
Who was a real city well fed chum~
And he kept boasting how his wife could cook
As he sat swigging on the last of his ***~
I knew they were going up stream for the day
To fish and do some prospecting up the way~
And I told them tonight a real Irish stew
And he replied that sounds real good mate ay~
He said no way I could eat that bush tucker
I got to have whats proper and comes from shops~
I don't eat that out back wild bush Tucker stuff
It'll never ever get pass or through my chops~
But an Irish stew yes that'll sure do
And it sounds real good to me~
When we get back from up the track
I'll have my share of that you wait an see~
So they eventually left in one direction
And I eventually left in the other~
Hoping the thick bushland would act as
To my rifle shots a cover~
I shot a Roo and a Goanna later on
A Bandicoot and soon one wild cat~
And then I shot a large wild parrot
Got a young croc in the water and headed back~
A little ways from the camp where we were
I used a fallen log as a butchers block~
And then I got this big bucket full
Of meaty bits right to the top~
The fire now lit and big cooking *** half full
I then went on a wild herb search~
And when I got down by the river again
I got my self a pool trapped perch~
Added it as well to the Irish stew
With bush herbs and thickened with some flour~
And I can tell in awhile it smelt so good
And they'd be due back in about an hour~
I had honey I'd robbed from a distant hive
So I made a patty cake or two~
With what flour I had left at the time
Yep .... That'll surely do~
Well when they got back the aroma drifted
And they picked it up coming down the track~
And couldn't wait to eat the whole lot
And complimented the cook then for the snack~
The city bloke that did all the complaining
About running out of food~
Said he was sorry that he went on a bit
And didn't mean to be at all rude~
He said I'd have died if I had to eat bush Tucker
And believe me it is true~
In all my life .. including the wife
Never tasted a better Irish stew~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1970  .. now 2018
If the sun did never shine
And we had not the rain_
We'd never know the value
Of life and love and pain~
These things they need each other
To even simply be~
But even they'll not know about
The bliss of you and me~

Can the flowers in our gardens
ever share as one~
With glory , grace and pardon
And the caress of both rain and sun~
Will they ever grow together
Sharing life this way~
lending beauty to each other
As they travel through each day~

She is a flower within my garden
Delighting come who may~
She pleases all who know her
As she goes through each and every day~
Beauty indiscribable
She brings ecstassy , the best~
standing higher than the sky
the very answer to my quest~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright first 2011 now 2018
Lets just get on with living
With nature and our earth~
And forget new world living a little more
And give all the natural ways their worth~
Lets all ease up on mew ways
To live on planet earth~
And give the old ways a go again
Re discover some more age old turf~
Lets not to create peace on earth
Its been here longer than us its true~
Let us all simply be again
And let the sunshine shine on through~
Lets all forget the politics and color
Forget chopping down all the trees~
Lets all ease up on the plastics
Save the animals,the birds, the fish,the bees~
Lets all walk together in rhyme and in rhythm
Sing all the same songs and right through~
Let us all love one another as we should
Treat each other as if we all mattered,me and you~
Let us go back to when common sense it ruled
When we were taught how to respect and love~
Let us be as we were long ago taught to be
In the book that God he inspired from above ~  


Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988  ,,
and again 2018
When one can smell that freshest air
That is a living pleasure to breath in
Its pure fragrance as it nears to you
Silently still it moves slowly to begin

The crops and grasses all sit up and wait
The leaves upon the trees all bow and sway
That beautiful smell of the coming rain
I enjoyed its heavenly fragrance again today

We get more than our share of rain sometimes
But there is that special time I speak of true
When one can sit and smell the most pure air
As it moves slowly across the land to you

One can taste the oxygen in ones soul
Life giving and a gift from above
Has one feel glad to be alive and well
Another gift from God with love

How I just love the smell the coming rain
Even though its still a little far away
Its purest air one can breath in so deep
As it moves slowly across dry soil on the day.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
Little children all start their lives
With every chance that be~
But subjected to the conditions around them
No real difference than a newly planted tree~
Its those first important years for a child
When they first become who they are~
And with what they learn in those very first years
Will remain within them as they go far~
No different than a newly planted tree
It will only grow due to to where its planted~
And if the soil is rich or poor
Depends on how it grows its granted~
Its those first and most important years of learning
That lay the foundation within a child~
And all a child takes in so deeply within
Remaines that soul for life all the while~
Attitudes are then taught and formed
In those first years of learning~
Its back then it first lights that souls candle
And for life deeply within it is always burning~
Those very first impressive learning years as a child
Depending what and how they then learn
If they did or did'nt know love and of God above
Tells if they'll know happiness or for it they'll yern~
Those very first years of learning for a child
Becomes the child within they'll always know~
Its those very first years of happiness and tears
And thus the tree shall grow~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018
This is a song that I see as a world wide National Anthum
But any who does not like the word Bull ...Sh...t its a NO
However if the leaders of this planet listenened to it
It'd be a better world to live in and that a fact and so

DON'T LISTEN TO THIS IF THE WORD BULL-SH..T
IS NOT APPRECIATED IN THIS INSTANCE
AND OFFENDS ..

https://youtu.be/mxpxpQ7j8Sg

I'll only ever do this once but it covers todays
situation

terrence michael sutton
Jun 2018 · 132
GETTING TIED OF IT ALL
It seems every time the telivision goes on
Another whack of human families die
No-matter if old or children and families
Getting too much  has a grown man cry

Most  watch it and carry on uninterested
Like it's some drama or a movie on T V
I go sit out on the porch wandering why
Does all this worldwide really have to be

My mind so full of daily stress as it is
And sitting to hopefully trying to relax
All the while they've the audacity to pray
To religions that never in life have paid tax

Does any think of how much this amunition
Would cost these countries in order to obtain
And all that they use without thinking once
Of little the children who never were to blame

Getting so tied of it all every day every night
And so many only taking time to as if pray
And behind everthing and all thats happening
Theres a religion driving it all for a better day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 132
HOW I STILL LOVE MY SINGING
Always had a good voice deep and meaningful
Got it from my Irish born old dad long ago
I sing those love songs with such sincerity
Ever caring ever so very soft and low

I've had many stop to listen to the feeling
That it gives them at that point in time
As if I am singing it to them only alone
As if they too are that one true love of mine

Singing that comes from the heart and soul
Songs that takes them way back on a day
Bringing memories back from days gone by
Of times they were happy and in love to say

A well sung song seduces the heart right then
And has them fall in love as once they did before
To sing a song meaning every lyric sincerely
And opens hearts and souls reopens many a door

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 226
A POET WRITES
A poet writes of life as they know it to be
Of things that matter so to them~
They share their thoughts and feelings so
Of future' Their now ' Away back when~
Positivity in every way although
Life has in reality it's up's and down's~
If one does not see life as it is
Within some fantassy world so many drown~
Life for the most created now by man alone
The life we know today it's true~
The life the poet now sees in reality
Has mans touch all of the way through~
But as well a poet tries to see all the flowers
And the love that is still to be found~
Nature and all of Gods gifts to us
And good loving hearts and souls around~
At those that look deeply within a soul
Regardless of colour and or race~
At all of Gods own children
And at our one planet here in space~
A poet feels the very pain
As they as well feel the joy~
And the love of all upon earth
Of every born girl and boy~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 131
THE GLIDING OF THE EAGLE
Those Australian Snowy Mountain eagles
How very graceful do they fly~
Gliding ever smoothly far above
The ground against the mountain sky~
With eyesight ever accurate
They go slowly about their day~
Away up in the snowy mountains
Those beautiful eagles birds of prey~
Called the wedged tailed Australian eagle
They've always been among the alps so high~
Ever admired for their grace
High within the mountain sky~
Loved by so many , unloved by few
This bird of prey with all it's grace~
Ever proudly it does it's thing
So far within the high snowy mountain space~
I've sat and watched them for hours
This magnificent bird within it's flight~
Almost related to the mountains breezes
They both work together ever so right~
Large within it's being so
As beautiful as can be~
This snowy mountain high bird of prey
So sublime and majestic it is to me~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 128
THOSE OLD ABORIGINE BUNYIPS
In Australia there is an old story
About a big monster in a lake~
It apparently is good eating
But to catch it patience it takes~
The only thing it will bite on
Seems as told is real hot beer~
So if you go Bunyip fishing
Always have a few cartons of it stacked near~
You put a hot beer onto a strong line
And place it in the best spot~
Then wait for the Bunyip to bite
You have not got to wait a lot~
When you think that the beer might be getting cold
You pull it in again~
And put another hot beer on the line
And then you do the same~
Each time the beer gets cold
Pull it in and throw out another~
As bunyips they dont like cold beer
But never take your mother~
I once showed this Bunyip fishing to a friend
And he asked me sitting there and looking puzzed~
Well .... What do you do then with all the cold beer
Oh .. I said .. I guess it just gets guzzled~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 65
THAT OLD WIND MILL
That old wind mill just keeps on turning
Never stops at all no way~
Only gives a little squeak now n then
Guess it has little to say~
The sunsets play games with its blades
As rays of sunlight divide~
And that old mill shares them with
The shadows that are slowly made~
Tall and elegant rusty some
Never seems to fault at all
Working not stop day n night
Never needs a breakfast call~
If that old mill could tell stories
I know for sure there'd be a few~
As a few good memories have been made
In that tank below over a year or two~
Just round and round with no complaints
Never seems to cease~
And the only wages that it ever gets
Is now n then a little grease~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 63
OLD SONGS
Old songs they seem to haunt you
And they seem to take you back~
To times that you knew long ago
Aways back down the track~
Old songs always there to remind you
Taking you back to a day~
Ever so very long ago
Every single time they play~
Without warning one is transported
Back so long ago~
To a place , a love , a time
Of someone precious you came to know~
They stop you right there in your tracks
Steals your mind back into time~
Old songs always there to remind you
Of special moments in your life so fine~
When one least expects it
An old song it will softly play~
Takes you heart and soul away
In an instant on the day~
Old songs always there to remind you
Whenever you least expect~
Old somgs those old songs
How they demand a hearts respect~
Seems theres a song for every magic moment
That we have deep in our mind~
And they are always there it seems to me
To simply pop up unexpected to remind~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 66
TO MY BEST FRIEND
Please help me to build my self esteem
And please be patient with me in some areas
For I maybe according to some a late bloomer,
I need my sense of dignity
So please do not belittle me in front of others
For I will take far more notice of you if you
speak to me in private in an understanding voice,
I need to feel good about myself so please do not
ridicule me in front of others or imply my inopropriate
behaviour means that I am bad as it wears down my sense
of self worth,
When you experience somethen annoying within your day
please do not take it out upon me,
I am far more capable than you could imagine,
Please help me to blossom and reach my highest potential
by giving me lots of encouragement and understanding
as the more I feel safe and protected the more my inner self will risk being shown,Please remember I thrive on love and understanding but surely I do not have to tell you that do I ,
Please do not ever compare me with others or anybody else,
I just want you to love and like me for simply who I am,All you have to do is know that I love you far more than I ever could say .

This was written in the worst english and had to be sorted out word by word by myself but it is not mine , Just put in my words best I could under the circumstances ,Its a very old piece of work , Author unknown .            
Terrence Michael Sutton .. aussiepoet .
Heavy rain upon the roof myself under  rug
In my bed alone better with company snuggle
All curled up as if un-born butterfly soon to be
Snoozing cuddled be it day or  night no struggle

Outside a big green frog sings a natural lullaby
To pitter patter upon window pane all music true
Time simply does not exist under home made rug
Wrapped in a bundle alone or better still with you

No place to be instead as I adore my big comfy bed
Allowing the rain drops to take it's time in sound
No place at this point in time I'd rather be dreams free
Nothing I love more raindrops  outside upon the ground


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
If we like it or not we are learning every day
And we will do so more-so as time goes on
Never heard such fact and honsty in my life
And all in the words of a one of song

https://youtu.be/4Ho-EzrsE2U

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 106
WHEN I SEE YOU
You call in every now and then
It's always the same over again
If you could ever read my mind
It'd always be saying the very same

I think what upon earth I would give
A different time a different place
I'd give anything to just know you once
If in  dreams you my thoughts to trace

But there you sit and I sit too as we do
Age don't mean a single thing it's so
What I'd give oh what I'd surely gine
To just one time you to one time know

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 142
OH THAT FEELING
I want to feel the warth of your skin
I want to feel your heart beating so
I want to kiss you all over and over
I don't ever wat to let you to go

How I love your hair in my face
Moving like the swells of the open sea
As we move as one in perfect ever motion
Together as the open sea vastest ocean

Our souls as one creating such poetry
No words in anything written could create
No books no poetry not any movies made
Nothing ever told stories love books or slate

All night long till the dawn peeps through
Like a dance of loving unending motion
Just us both on our own boat floating
Upon our very own all loves vastest ocean

Not thinking of tomorrow no oncoming sorrow
Only tonight how we exist as one till time done
Growing more-so all the time making love
till windows light with glow of morning sunday

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 2018 · 174
I AM AUSTRALIAN
No matter where I go to
I'll always come back
No-matter what how or when
I'll walk again that bush track

I was born there and raised there
Before I got on the longest road
A poet a song writer A singer am I
My life's education no real load

I am still captain of my own soul
Although Australia not as I once knew
Away back when I was born long ago
but it all's in my blood it's true ..

No matter where I go to
I'll always come back
No-matter what how or when
I'll walk again that bush track

I was born there and raised there
Before I got on the longest road
A poet a song writer A singer am I
My life's education no real load

I am still captain of my own soul
Although Australia not as I once knew
Away back when I was born long ago
but it all's in my blood it's true ..

https://youtu.be/jD3SkTyXzcE

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
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