Little moments of romance
Happen every day~
Always there to remind me
We are in love come what may~
Like how I do oh do I what
When she leaves bathroom in a towel~
I approach with same old smile
Discouraged with a growl~
Hair so wet and shiny skin
Fragmented of perfumed soap~
One would think I'd try once more
But this bloke is not a dope~
Bear feet beautiful,hands so soft
A shape that would melt pure steel~
I just walk by and give that sigh
Perfection is still real~
Dressed in sarong she walks along
Say's .. I'd love a cup of tea~
I gets that look can't be miss took
Another job for me~
Hair still wet close as I can get
I get that look again~
I smile and say is all alright
She Say's..is it go-en to rain~
Just when I have given up
How everything changes so~
Little moments of romance
They are just so wonderful you know~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Never could ' can't , never would
Put that much value into a stone~
They call them precious stones , gems and metals
With feeling they are as cold and dead as bone~
I'd rather give a lifetime of flowers
And my unconditional true love~
I'd rather always be there for a friend
As expected by God himself above~
I could never see the value in
A rock because its as old as time~
In no way I concider them to be
As valuable as the love I know thats mine~
In every way and every day
I spend loving her just that much more~
Not a single stone or rock or gem
Could replace the love that I adore~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Sitting under a tree in my back yard
Suddenly the wind how it blew~
And in front of me fell a small nest
With in it a baby bird part light blue~
I picked it up gently
With baby still within~
Placed it up on a water tank
Protected by a bin~
Twenty minutes past by
And a Robin flew down
To the nest and the baby
And she flew around and around~
The next day I returned there
To where I sat under that tree~
And a Robin and her baby
Flew around and around me~
She sang to me for a good while
With her baby in tow~
Singing the sweetest of songs
Her baby now safe to let me know~
I thought she'd never leave there
As she stayed and she sung~
To me for saving her baby
Thanking me for deeds done~
A beautiful Robin
Gods creature so small~
How she demonstrated appreciation
How blessed I felt and all~
The heart of a Robin
The love for her own~
She came back to thank me
For saving her own~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007
A TRUE STORY

Endless souls we know from go to woe
Sometimes theres a few that will never know~
All souls are born and live and learn and exist
But theres always a few of this will never be kissed~
All souls live and leave to rise above
But theres a few sadly who will not know the gift of love~
It's lifes most priceless gift ever to be
And for those who find it it's ecstasy~
Once found nothing this gift can anything destroy
The real precious true love of a girl and boy~
It lasts forever and always in time
The gift of true love for ever divine~
So many sadly they come and sadly they go
But theres sadly a few this gift of love will ever know
It's there for one and it's there for all
But only ones heart can hear its call~
Only those that know it could ever explain
How now they wont need to seach for true love again~
It's the highest emotion the gift of true love
One of the most priceless of gifts from god above~
Clever souls adapt the ability to see
It within the very eyes of those so inlove that be~
It lasts forever and till the end of time
The gift of love forever divine~
Sadly always a few that will not know of its thrill
Ever so sadly some they never will~
Unless they listen to the strings of their hearts and souls
And seach for same as was in days of old~
No gift as precious as priceless on earth or above
As the knowing you have found the gift of true love~
If all on earth could only know
And hear those words I love you so~
To be with another as hand in glove
To know that feeling of the gift of love~  

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

If you had any idea at all ... at all
How your being my dearest friend
How your very being in my life
Has become my hearts sincerest trend

Gives me reason thus to dance in trance
Has me feel that I could really take wing
And has me feel as if I could fly so high ..
With all to my very heart that you bring

My heart it thrills no falls no spins no sins
Seems I cannot remove this full time smile
Instead of walking I almost skip its true
The feelings within my heart thrill in style

Always please do this to my heart so full
I've never felt this way before in my life
My heart strings you pull my hearts so full
Happiness has replaced all memories of strife

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Is there .... Will there be .. Any way , Place ,
to add a picture with a poem ..
If so will somebody let me know ..
Photobucket is OUT they charge heaps ..

Just asking..

terrence michael sutton ..

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UPON A CARPETS OF GOLDEN LEAVES

Ever deep upon the ground among the trees
Turning over within a gentle autumn breeze
Some dancing upon the way to the ground
Children playing and them laughing with ease

River near by as its finding its gentle way
Slowly to the ocean upon this ever sublime day
Birds they in the trees how they sing away
Wild flowers growing with such natural display

A picnic in a most beautiful river side place
On a carpet of golden leaves with natures grace
Such face lit smiles upon every single face
Only natural peace on mind in this natural space

Bluest skies and a high cloud or two looking down
At all nature has provided all naturally true
No noise to be heard just natural music the sound
Upon a carpet of goldren leaves under skies of blue

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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 ( Originally 2007 ) 2018

As a flower blooms it gives its best
Not that aware of others that are around
As each star it shines it shines alone
Not that aware of others seen from the ground

As a tree it grows, It grows as brilliant
As it can grow according to its lot on earth
It provides oxygen and only takes its own space
But though its only a tree it has such worth

As a cloud so high within the vastest sky
Its within its self beautiful even if alone
All things taken more so for granted in life
Are important as any other .. earth their home.

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2013

SAME STORY  DIFFERENT BOOK

I feel more and more of late that its true
This pope sugested one religion for all not few
A plan to depopulize the planst more so to be
Get rid of all the ill aged and start a new

Religion being the earths largest ever crime
Being wealthiest of all bleed poor every dime
Not a Government game to face the very facts
Still bowing to man created who don't pay tax

No concideration of our earth planet home
Blaming climate change right to its very bone
But nature it will even this very actual score
Natures climate change will be again even more

Its true as said the meek will inherit earth
And those with greed will know of its worth
Predicted long ago all churches they will fall
Nostradaus quoted being every one and all

Wealth will be quick silver running into sand
There will be no religious supply and demand
The planet will take back all it ever did own
Then back to basics this very earth our home

Six times earth wiped clean thus far ever true
And a million or so years later started a new
Their one religion with civilizations under seas
Then climate changes again new winds new breeze

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

( Wisdom .. Believing will never be knowing ..
  The man who knows not
But knows not that he knows not
Is a fool ....Shun him~
The man who knows not
And knows he knows not
Is a student ...... teach him~
The man who knows
But knows not that he knows
Is asleep ..... awaken him~
But the man who knows
And knows that he knows
Is a teacher.......Learn from him~ )

Its written always of so very long ago
Going back as far as any can in time..
Of what they all believed away back then
Of all things from evil to the believed divine..

But since any thinking life on this planet lived
One aspect has never to this day ever changed..
The meaning of the word believe then and now
Has been always will though meanings rearranged..

What they back then believed they then believed
Just as almost all still believe in things today..
Believing has and is just that believing not knowing
Just as almost all believe still today when they pray..

The very first thinking soul on earth they believed
In whatever it was they believed in at any given time..
And right up until this very day and age almost all believe
Believing is not knowing since day one right down life's line..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2014

DOWN DEEP IN THE GARDEN

I love getting down deep in my garden
Always plenty to find to down there to do
All my vegitables and seeds to sow
And merigolds keep insects away too

I have my own secrets re propergation
How to have all down there simply thrive
Companion plants to plant closer still
And others to keep all down there alive

I use a lot of my mothers older ideas
still as good as away back then I say
All about herbs and endless other things
That are great and still work well today

What and where to grow things what not
Striking bulbs and different cuttings too
Whats best potted whats better in beds
Planted in old wheel barrows a good few

I love climbers but never near the house
They get into places and hard to prevent
Better on a trellis away in the garden
And once grown then all can be heaven sent

When using manures best only in dry form
Clumps of Daisies Red Pokers Or Cannas too
Great in damper corners to grow at leasure
Along pathways Pansies and Violet so blue

Nothing like a spot down the back with the lot
Gooseberries Rasberries well potted to grow
Right out of the way a Mulberry tree
Down deep in the garden peacef of mind to know

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

In life comes a time if you can find
Some country style peace of mind
Natre all aound its siight and sound
A place to leave this world behind

Letting nature have its way have its say
No yesterday or tomorrows only now
No thinking here only nature to hear
Its symphony its fragrance to allow

Only a branch to fall a bird to call
A gentle breeze to keep company
Under a tree to sit a small fire lit
A hot cup of black bush billy tea

Its a Country style peace of mind
Away far from a world that be
Becoming a part of a natural start
Natures therapy how it works for me

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A lone camp site by a slowly flowing river
Situated under large and shady tree~
A bed roll in a soft protected spot
An old much loved dog for company~
The quart *** can upon the fire simmering
Coffee hot again real soon~
A starlit night almost upon him
And again that largest yellow moon~
A mouth ***** to play old tunes upon
To bring back a memory of back aways~
His horse and pack horse in makeshift yard
He had come here before in earlier days~
A place to simply meditate about his life
To spend some time alone~
And get back to being just himself
All upon his own~
Old *** n fry pan for cooking
Supplies he has along~
An old cowboys meditation
Just like in an old time song~
Life has had him slightly up a creek
As if up there without a paddle~
All an old cow poke only needs most of all
Is his boots his horse and saddle~
Sleeping with his old hat over eyes
Rolling a smoke every now and then~
A few days away from the daily grind
He does this every now and agen~
Gives him time to think about
How times have changed so much it seems~
An old cowboys meditation
To reconsider a few old dreams~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2008

Love to camp to fish to ride at home among all natural
To sit to watch the endless stars upon display
By gentle burning camp fire flames in total dance
Appreciating all our planet gives away

A strumming of an old country song once sang
Eyes a sane man would have to learn in to swim
A smile that steals ones heart away full moon display
When an old cowboy thinks this is where I again begin

The love of a horse a saddle under blanket home made
I yet have my boots I bought back in a time I did adore
They yet love me as I love them 11 inches under jeans
Gone the days of lonesome dove love to return once more

To sit in camp with a Montana angel with a starlit glow
When I return guess where I'll be thus heading again
With my bed role near by under a Montana star lit sky
Come sunshine come the beautiful Montana rain..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Living in a land of richest soils
All rivers on the flowing run
Freshes mountain springs to find
From mountans on to the sea

On lowers land vast oceans of land
Growing crops all planted by hand
All corn and rice but it'd be nice
To see alternative crops in demand

How wheat would thrive thus all alive
For breads and ever so much more
To have natures wealth providing health
Would bring a way better diet for sure

More tallest of flowering trees birds  and bees
River trees along banks to save the soil
Natures shade and all it could provide
A land so easy it would be thus to spoil

Away away large dams could be on display
Breading fish and eels and all there within
Giving endless way more for all to adore
Helping nature help them not to do so a sin

I imagine high walk ways along rivers grand
With no end of potted flowers tourists to attract
Creating places to come over night and to stay
More income for poorer areas progress a fact

Way more for the younger and schools to do
Areas of healthiest vegitables to grow for free
Provinding goodness for all any to take part
Bodies minds hearts as a land to thrive and be

Thinking more out of the box no political locks
And wealthiest religions all paying tax
Imagination replaces desperation many situation
Involing endless to help it happen simplicity facts

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A REAL LIFE TRUE STORY

I was back when once seems long ago down so very low
And Lower than in life than I had ever before been
As well of no at all in life real fault of my very own
As back then life over time dealt me such woe supreme
Only when I was at my very ever lowest ever point
I asked sincerely what else could life have in store
After always doing things everything everybody else's way
If ever at all the way I myself would have done for sure
It was mostly for children I'd never thought only of self
As those in life ever so in life successful as they all do
And only when I had simply no more to give any of them
It was only then in life sincerely a higher power I turned to
It was then just saying my piece and hoping all would cease
I sincerely ever so slowly went then about my very then way
And it was it seemed over a short time those above so divine
They all had heard at that time I was so low what I had to say
Not with any real doing of my earthly soul at all it's true
Out of the blue an answer strangely how it ever gently came
And a new way of life completely free from worldly strife
The answer was with a gift of life no way at all the same
The past life that I lived was at all times my so trying
To then reach a life that all so successful lived so fine
In a their world where financial stability it only ever reined
And while serving their ideals one would never make a dime
The very way my answer came and to have my soul travel
Was a very way in life I'd never considered in life before
To a place upon earth with priceless love and worth
And later married to an angel that in life I do adore
I all over my life had been going about all so very wrong
But then as they'd when in Rome do as the Romans do
And now after all this time I live a life of love divine
Where without stress ever again I can live my life through
And so with real experience of this I can honesty say
Until within sincerely heart,soul mind one trusts powers that be
And only then when you are completely in their hands alone
When you break away from the illusions and then onlyare you free

Just to explain any contradictions .. There is a place we all
go to after all said and done BUT the reality is ..
That place is above mans comprehention ... Its another
domention and no man or soul knows any more about it than
I do .. Having been there and told to come back Not My Time ..
When I saw my own father . Any of religion is all the greatest
none tax paying pile of manure on earth .. Written in their man created bibles .. GOD IS ALL THINGS ..He is .. Mountains Oceans Oxygen .. It goes on .. Their God is LIFE ..

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2011

I know there's no way I'm the only one there is
That life has tested ever so
But in reality I feel just so protected by
Over time powers of which I really do not know
I've had my share of broken bones
Fell off a two story building once but into sand
I've been shot and stabbed and months in a coma
But thanks to God and whatever I still stand
I've experienced an NDE long ago it's true
They say I died and was dead eight minutes long
My mother stood nine years after she died at my bed
And she looked extremely well and very strong
I've lived with a real ghost in an England in a house
And though she was the very most loving oldest soul
She always gave all in that house a welcomed feeling
And yes she was real and from the very early days of old
I've gotten to travel this entire world a few times
And learned ever so much from university life
All of life's education has me knowing but humble
As so many others still on earth are so very much in strife
There I have to believe are so many that still take care
Of souls that are upon earth and very still much alive
But not knowing all about the after as some say they do
I to this day know such love and in this life I thrive
Now though this may appear to just be another poem
Every bit of it in Gods name if it's a lie than may I die
But I wish in Gods name all could be as sure as I am
There's powers that'll watch over us until the oceans dry.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2011

Its not the miles I've done in my life
That sometimes makes me feel so old
It's not the cold in winter time
Just because I hate the cold
It's not all those dead ends in life
And it's not all those f'lamen years~
It's not the heartaches that I've had in life
And its not all those f'lamen tears~
Its the ones that let me down so much
While at the same time they called me mate~
It's not the years that make me sometimes feel my age
Its the ones that tried in vain to teach me how to hate ~.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988.

The Lady Was His Wife.
(About a man I once knew)

I liked what I saw in him when we first met
How I then thought he was in life~
But then I found out how come his perfection
That was the day I met his wife~
She was the motor behind the machine
The force behind the will~
The heart and mind and the very soul
That continued on until~
In silence she quietly performed
As if nobody would ever know~
That the mainstay behind this man
Was the one that loved him so~
Not ever receiving credit
Not for a single deed~
And whenever he needed an answer
He d rush off to her with speed~
She was the lubrication that oiled his way
The balm that soothed his strife~
The very backbone of this man
The lady .. Was his wife~

Terrence Michael Sutton .
copyright 1981

This is a word I've often heard
And it's my way of being so~
In this life with all it's strife
And all the woe I know~
There are millions of answers to our being
That are there for all to see~
But some like to complicate it all
As they can't sell simplicity~
We go to school as children
And each year we we go up a class~
Or if some fail an exam they might
Repeat again it's clear as glass~
Non of us do one class
And then go sit by the deans right hand~
We have to go from class to class
And pass all the tests that are so grand~
So many here take a few facts
And then teach as if they know~
But not knowing they are failing lessons
And a harder way they go~
There are no shortcuts in this school
Our head teacher was not born yesterday~
And we will go from class to class you know
And do it all in our own way~
But all the seemed complicated things
Are in fact so simple to understand~
As the God above the same one we love
Has already placed simple answers in our hands~
He said we were his children
And he explained it all as if we were so~
Simple explanations of it all
This class and where we were to one day go~
He even came back to show us
That there was no end to this life~
That ahead was joy and happiness
To all we see here as so much strife~
Everything is there to know
And if we stop to think it's true~
We are all in a class and doing fine
As all of us must do~
We've got a lot of imagination syndrome
And we worry so we do~
But we are in such good hands
And he will see us through~
Simplicity such a beautiful word
It will take us home~
He was not a complicated soul at all
Simplicity his gift to us and it's all our own~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

I do have an ear for music
Most of all music Ive not heard before~
So much of the same old same old
But some I really do adore~
Once on a trip so far aways
I heard music I will not forget~
I stopped right there and listened so
Even though I was soaking wet~
The wind blowing through the tall bamboo
As if they were the tallest tubular bells~
Accompanied by natures most haunting flutes
As they played a natural symphony so well~
A melody Ive never heard before
No way could it all be written down~
The highs and lows and in betweens
Such a beautiful haunting deep jungle sound~
As wind blew the baboos played
Deep with echoe how they sounded~
And every tone as I stood alone
To listen so I was then grounded~
How it all in tune and rhythum
Had that lonely romantic jungle beat~
With vibrational magic spelling sound
I could almost feel it in my feet~
Away up high within the sky
A half cloud blue covered moon~
As it too listened its true
To this most sublime deep jungle tune~
So many different ranges of tones and notes
As if hollow pipes they rang~
This So well practiced perfection recieved all my effection
And the rest of the night jungle how it sang~
I will never forget though I was so wet
The sound I will carry with me~
The most beautiful music that Ive ever heard
This magestic music of natures own symphony~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

Way down in a shady spot
Where I've a plant hospital there~
In old buckets and tins
Where I can doctor them and care~
Up on a long thin hanging branch
I saw an amazing sight that day~
Natures natural respect
As two catapillers crawled upon their way~
There was I watching these two little grubs
Crawling towards each other on this limb~
Only room enough for one to go
The chance of passing it was slim~
But when they got together
Head to head right there~
They spent a good half hour
Trying to pass each other and be fair~
One end up hanging half off
So the other could get by~
And as soon as the other got on its way
To get back again how the hanging grub did try~
The one that past it waited there
Till the hanging grub got back~
And then it went slowly upon its way
To where it was headed down the track~
I thought how conciderate
Two little grubs could be~
And I wondered if  was a grub
Would it do that for me~
I thought about how people
Bump into others every day~
When so many are out shopping
It's just get out of my way~
There was not any hurry
As these two did what they were there to do~
And they were but two little grubs
And showed such concideration it is true~
If people could all be the same
Or from their book just take a page~
Planetarial concideration
Might just one day be the latest rage~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

Guess Im just flippen through the pages
Of a life Ive lived this time~
And since I was nothen but a lad
Got on the road in this country of mine~
Traveled , boy I traveled
Worked , You believe me true~
Seen yes n done things
I can honestly say more than a few~
Never afraid to strike a blow
Or give a helping hand~
Worked for love so often
As I traveled this great land~
Never got some fancy education
Spent life studying one bird
Or some renamed little flower
Or gave it a name weve never heard~
But I was taught by life out there
Along lifes longest road~
And I can say so honstly
Almost all of them Ive strode~
Ive always had this freak type memory
Never forgot a single thing its true~
Never missed much along the way
Kept it all filed away as I do~
Was never afraid to get involved
And help a soul along the way~
That simply was out numbered
By lifes idiots dare I say~
Gave away my share of money
To those that were down and almost out~
Told em Id see em up the road
And they could maybe give me a shout~
Never committed a crime in life
Because I know right from wrong~
And dont believe in all these excuses
About that someone should write a song~
Ive done things that many
Know Ive done its true~
And speak of same in amazement
Saying .. God the likes of you~
Been overseas a few times
On a country loven trip or two~
To meet and listen to my favourites
As they do so well what they do~
Made ever so much money
And raised a family on the way~
Gave em all I had to give
Ever dedicated on the day~
And now Im flippen through the pages
Of a life Ive lived so well~
Given it all , all I had
With every stride too might I tell~
Ive met no end out there just like me
A lot that I still know~
All good n honest jacks of all trades
Not afraid to strike a blow~
Ive sang my share of country songs
And have written more than I can tell~
Written poetry and in my way
Tried to ring more than one bell~
Ive painted landscapes in oil
Even invented things that made real sense~
Saved so many lives along the way
And made real friends from fence to fence~
But after a lifetime of liven
And travlen this great land~
Im flippen through the pages
Of a memory ever grand ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2003

A big old tree as naked
As a big old tree can be~
Standing in the red sand
Away out where everything is free~
Tumble weeds they lay about
And everything is still~
The sky all the same shade of blue
And only a slight breeze it moves at will~
But life out here does exist
The lizards and the likes~
Nothing moves much during the day
They all come out at night~
The nights they are as cold as sin
And the days are as hot as hell~
And the desert sands change all the time
Away out here where white man couldn't dwell~
Only the Aboriginee can survive
In a place that's often as hot as boiling fat~
For only they know how to live
In a land that could burn your hat~
Away out here in this arid land
Where water is as good as nil~
Little food and little shelter here
Where a man can soon lose his will~
The Australian Simpson Desert
A land that knows no care at all~
Not a place to be alone and unprepared
Many have died here trying not to fall~

Terrence Michael; Sutton
copyright 1988.

SO  QUICKLY  SO  MANY  JUDGE

long before they have what brains they have
Put into a positive unjudging gear
So many without thinking at all or knowing
Find little boxes placing others in near

I've head young guys say oh shes this or that
And all the while they have no clue in life
What a supposed friend has been through
Or wore her shoes during her unknown strife

I've heard grown men do the same re women
A little maturity sure would come in handy
And a lot of the time because she said no
To them when their imagination was randy

Women seek equality but are way ahead of guys
Men think they are the all in all re brain
But theres not a man that could do as she can
In life come sunshine or come rain

Since Eve they blamed the female for all
Its right through nan created history
Litttle boys will always be little boys
Little girls grow to be all man needs to be

So quickly so many judge before thinking
Man is his own worst enemy in this life
Even with audacity during a wedding
They pronounce him the man and his wife

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

What is it about the human race hearts to soul
They waste all of life always wanting to know
Where we came from where we'er going to
As much sense as why does the north wind blow

Who needs rasism religion politics ****** difference
Simplicity is one of my favorite words that be
Simply all getting along and loving one another
You are you they are they I will always be just me

Living each day at a time beats building ant nests high
Being the gift to life wealthiest yet one day we all die
Fashion trends who's the best game people always play
Yet I've heard farmers say sheep are  stupid has me sigh

The coriculum of lifes school is oppersates as to learn
If none we learn nothing go to woe its ever so true
Tell me something thats not got one at all
Fasinates me the human race fasinating things they do

Different as yes or no right or wrong happy or sad
Be controled or in life make a personal choice
Fasinates me their childlike games more so than children
Blame others for your life or be yourself and rejoice

I feel children on planets away play with toys beyond us
Human ego wanting needing their have to do their I Q
Comedians will never be broken re a human word spoken
From liked underwear to the size of a human shoe

The I'm king of the castle you ***** raskle presidents
All seeing themselves as best in a leading role for time
Fasinates me human stupidity for the life of me I smile
Human ego self appointed tasting like lemons ever divine

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

OH TELL ME .. HOW CAN ..

How can driving a new car for leasure be a sin
If you know the pro's and con's of doing so
How can photographing natures beauty be a sin
Sublime and exciting newness far as one can go

How can counting stars be a sin endless to see
How can enjoying a country camp for two be a sin
With all of time thats yours to own and discover
How can fasinating life not ever have a soul win

How can going to places you never dreamed of
Not have one on a personal loving incredible high
How can loving another ones never met be a sin
How can learning in life theres other ways to fly

How can living an un religious life be a sin
Who doesn't know all on earth are equal its so
How can two souls becoming one for magic moments
Be a sin as told by many who to date don't know

How can not being a steroptype in life be a sin
Not one grain of sand exactly like another true
How can making love ever be a sin when both agree
Most of all alone when this two souls decide to do

Sin .... Sensual Intimate Nurturing .. not a sin
As gentle as an oncoming dawn in spring not a sin
The fragrance of wild flowers upon a breeze slowly
telling all oh no ... Not the traditional done thing


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

HOW MANY TIMES I WONDER

We lived a Philippines city near a hospital true
And all the while the sirens scream once again
One or two and at times three of them making way
Regardless of weather be it sunshine stars or rain

I sit out on my second floor padio and ask what now
All have enough strife in life who needs more
Families trying to make ends meet the best they can
Another accident shooting aged dying always for sure

Does any stop to who is it this time aged or family
I thank God for nurses seeing this every day
Their stamina unending within every shift re work
And no ... It helps not to kneel and pray

Prayers don't fix broken legs remove bullets
Stitch up gashes deliver babies or remove arms
From starting time ready for anything arriving
With any luck a coffee no time smiles or charms

But those sirens scream and medics on the go
How many times I wonder of when life is not fair
How many stop awhile without the smile wondering
How many still have within them ability to care

Someones daughter son father mother family too
During what many call as if a normal day
When along comes some un-needed accident
To throw another obsticle come what ever may

Sirens scream and I shiver to wonder each time
I feel for whoever it may be within my very mind
When any reaches a point in life they no longer care
We really have lost something valuable and divine

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Long has life been with its twists and turns
Sitting by a camp fire under starry skies dark blue
Watching flames as they perform a dance of life
And thinking back so far upon a life lived he knew
Asked by young companion of things now gone by
Tipping his old hat thinks of a life almost won
Grunts and softly answers in his own simplicity
Well .. the reality of it all explained this way son
If all life in reality was a Kangaroo one could say
Upon its rear end somewhere would living its destiny
Would be positioned the whole human race I feel
Existing back there no different than a flea
As life is always a hop in front of us all
Though we dare think as a race we are in control
We never come to know what its really all about
Not until if then when we grow so very very old.
Only getting older having been bolder her head my shoulder
Does one only know then how to treat an angel divine
Loving her as if theres no tomorrow ever going to come
Until the sun turns up my friend until then your mine
Age and experience speaks with knowing and completeness
But you'll not realize this until you do grow old
But she will even being younger find honesty and reality
And feelings that existed Only known by the aged soul
However never look for it for it knows well of perfect time
When only it feels she and you then should know
Of the once in a life time its now or never to be
Both becoming unknowing the very day and night of rhyme
He pushed his hat back some leaning on old camp drum
Life has its lows many and with any luck a high
Which becomes a memory one remembers till end
And a lone crow slowly again crosses lifes sky

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A MOST TREASURED ONLY FOR US TO KNOW

I saw you again today in a store
The same store you work all the while
It was as if it was the first time
I'd seen that one of ever lovely smile

We talked of poetry and songs I write
I gave you the sites and said visit do
As I am positive that beautiful poetry
Is laying unwritten by volume within you

I hoped that you could not read my mind
For you yourself were poetry to view
I wished yes I wished to hear a knock
And when I opened the door there was you

No secrets between my lifelong friend and I
She knew as well what I'd find in that dream
She wished for myself as I wished for her
We two have no secrets of ecstasies extreme

However we finished our shopping another day
One never knows when stars are shining bright
I actually do hear a faintest knock on the door
And that one of smile being my greatest sight

We all have magic wishes deep within our souls
When like fine poetry that mostly come and go
They turn out to be a real magic moment born
And a most treasured only for us to know

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

FROM THE DAY WE'ER BORN

The first thing we here is .. that bad
Hell I just got here give me a break
Just make me a bottle no teeth for steak

Then you get older some theres older still
Thinking they'er Gods gift to wisdom in life
But now your here they might get less some
And that alone causes for you yet more strife

Not that you expected encouragement for being
For belonging to both parents unlike them
But you never knew that you loved them anyway
Might have been accidentle you'd do it ag'en

My God a boy you heard you looked down to see
He's lovely a nurse said they didn't agree
Than you change his nappies they then cried
The pre spoiled others not full of glee

Then at school told your not as good as they
So you told all to go see a taxaderist true
Unlike the others got a real job with pay
A lad working with men doing as they do

Them fathered by God knows with ego's to boot
Mum like the socil life a few drinks who cares
After the last dance off to a party dad home
His life working hard mum out there with bears

Not long to find your different than they
Them out to prove better then most in town
All pretenders at best not fooling a soul
You sun tanned by working them whitest around

You grew with muscles and finess healthy too
Never afraid of hard work like them ever true
Fine suits and high heels you boots just jeans
You from 16 poetry songs good voice right through

Riding the wind horses and hands that said work
Crow bars and ax'es take on all come what may
Bosses knew you could hack it at any time
Never out of work made good money each day

They hated my honesty when I had something to say
Never cared who they were they got it anyway
Never tried being as good as others always just me
All through life be itnight or be it day

I grew without family no regrets friends better
Them I treated mostly like bush flies
Better off being yourself take it or leave it
After all said and done everyone eventually dies

So many with depression these days just be happy
It stirs them up the wall of life its true
Just say to yourself tomorrow first day of my life
Look out world here I come I'm better than you

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

THE TRAVELING LIFELONG BUSH POET
AFTER THIS
By Terrence michael Sutton, www.PoetryPoem.com/aussiepoet    

AFTER THIS
I don't know if it makes others feel at ease
But re an experience I had once it's true..
When comes the time to move up the line
There is someone we knew waiting for you..
We here and now are spirits deeply within
But being in a material world here and now..
Those spirits need to be in a material body
To do the things it needs to do somehow..
This now class upon earth is a material class
And it's here that us as spirits function true..
To learn and experience the basics of it's life
Of right wrong , of real true love right through..
But after it's time to later cross over that line
No body of any material form is needed there..
The spirit there can function without one at all
And comes a feeling that's beyond compare..
I died once due to as they call it an NDE
And no way I wanted at all to in any way return..
But not being my time I was told to go back
As my material candle had further yet to burn..
My own father met me and he said to me then
That he'd be there waiting for me on that day..
And that he himself would meet me in that place
Take my very hand and there he'd show me the way..
So when we go or pass on from this class as we do
There is always a loved one we knew to take our hand..
And show us where it is we are going to in time
To a place and a feeling ever so wonderfully grand..
However we hang around for awhile here in spirit
To check on only how those left behind are here..
To try and comfort them as best in spirit we can
Those we loved and loved us with feelings sincere..
When in the next class of spirit only we find our way
To once again see those we missed so dearly then..
And they will welcome us all of them so happily
As time there is not the time we knew back when..
So worry not as they there can see our tears
And would rather us know that they are fine..
There is no religion there all are ever so simply one
There in a place where back here we'd call divine..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016







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STILL IN THERE .. POETRY SONG...WISDOM OF LIFE TOO
HAPPY AS I'VE EVER BEEN  FOUND LOVE THAT TRUE
I SING HAVE MY FATHERS COUNTRY  COME IRISH VOICE
PEACE OF MIND I HAVE ALL OF THAT TOO

SO JUST KNOW ITS IN THERE DEEPLY WITHIN YOU
ALL YOU'VE EVER DREAMED OF ALIVE AND WELL TOO
BE YOURSELF USE IMAGINATION SMILE AS YOU CAN DO
ALWAYS STAY WITH POETRY ITS YOUR SOUL VOICE
                          SPEAKING THROUGH YOU


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

BE YOURSELF ONLY BE THAT PERFECTLY

IT  WAS  GOING  TO  BE  ONE  OF  THOSE  DAYS

Nobody home myself all alone cleaned home
And I hate sport on T V all day long
Was looking for a documentry to watch
Then a knock on door gentle but strong

I opened the door and there you were
Dressed like a real time living dream
Forgot about the documentries right away
Invited you in both big smiles in extreme

You told me all of yours were for day away
I told you same here but thats not all bad
You sat on lounge threw bra away smiling
Thats good news she said happiness not sad

Mind if I take a shower I'd love a wine
I replied I've a few you'd love them too
Came out all steamy and covered in smiles
Dressed in a large towel a shower for you

Think I will enjoy the wine relax back soon
Like kids alone now at home but not alone
Came back she was spread on lounge sublime
Saying I just took the hook of the phone

Well who needs documenties anyways made one
And by the time the moon shone ever so bright
It had been a day I'll never forget in my life
And I whisped time now to bring on a magic night

Magic moments are made from surprisers they say
They really are created to solve lifes lows
That weekend was all of magic moments arrows
taking advantage of magic moments are the bows

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A night bird cries as it flies on by
As if it knows the secret we keep so
Must have heard a groan soft and low
Along with music playing in moon lit glow

Snowed in but no care we have a week
And nothing but loving so to speak
I guess later things might spring a leak
And loss of controle to reach it's peak

Been a year since I last ever flew home
Covered in warmest fragrented oils us alone
Doors locked off the hook is  the phonei
Big sign out font of door nobody is at home

Dogs on guard down stairs on duty always
Snoozing inside front door one ear up for praise
Your mum and dad  over seas Just us two alone
In attic high and dry  but for oils a long lost bone

Intence abandon and things as we'd prayed before
Intangled in love and pure ecstasy as we both adore
The fragrance of love seduduces our hearts our minds
Two souls now one with the purest of love of all kinds

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

OH  BIRD  UPON HIGH YOUR SILENCE SPEAKS
VOLUMES N A WORLD OF USELESS SCREAMS
I TRY TO ESCAPE THE NOISE COMBINED
AND DRIFT A LAND OF OLDEST DREAMS

I ADORE THE NIGHTS WHERE ALL IS QUIET
TO GIVE MY OVER WORKED MIND A REST
I'M WAY PASSED THE CONSTANT OITCH OF ALL
YOUR SILENCE HOW IT WORKS MY MIND THE BEST

REASON I SUPPOSE I SPENT MUCH TIME ALL ALONE
BY CHOICE NOT BY WORLD LIKE THIS DAYS NEED
WE ALL COULD HAVE SURVIVED BETTER LONG AGO
WITHOUT TODAYS ALWAYS ONGOING CONSTANT GREED

I LONG AGAIN TO SLEEP AS A CHILD OF NATURE
FAR AWAY FROM ALL ACTIVITY OF THE HUMAN RACE
WHERE ONLY YOU DO FLY SO SILENTLY HIGH
AND PEACE OF MIND TO THUS EMBRACE

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Every magic mont is as good as we care to make it ..
The shape of the mountains determined by the tree ..Every cloud by the wind and the breeze ..The shape of our lives determined by others .. By friends family and by magic lovers ..By those that cature our hearts and our minds ..Not a lot is our faulyt you'll honestly find .. terrence michael sutton   copyright 1988 .. I ADORE POETRY AND I ADORE THIS SITE and it's writers ..

WAIT  A  MINUTE  I  HAVE  ME

I was feeling ever so lonely
Not a real friend I could see
And then it hit me and I knew
Wait a minute .. I have me

The only soul thats never lied
The one I could trust with life
The one who's never let me down
Regardless come the worst strife

The one I've spent my life with
Never took advantage of me at all
And when I needed a hand that one
Answered every single urgent call

When I needed help that one alone
Was there for me in every way
No matter the situation every time
I could depend on that one to stay

That one will always be my friend
When others could not be found
I have this one for all my life
Has always been there for me around


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

SITTING OUT ON THE PORCH

I was just sitting out on the porch
My life running through my mind
Guess that it's not all over for me yet
More sadnesses than happy I find

Lived my entire life without family
Them more interested in money true
Myself I guess I spent too long alone
Inside their homes I really never knew

Their lives all beat the Jones it seemed
I simply treated all in life the very same
I watching dad live and die heart broked
But always had time to heal others pain

He raised little sister and I almost alone
The older ones before never cared no way
My mother could be the best of the best
And the worst of the very worst on any day

When she was home it was very soon to be
I got belted with anything she could find
As she was home and wanting to leave again
With more good times only on her mind

Dad just kept the peace best he could do
But he was not game to cross her mental way
She knew every guy that made big money then
We grew without a mother mostly dare I say

And I went to school with welts all over me
No authorities were there back then to prevent
The screams as a child the neighbors all heard
Her having whats known now as shitsaphrenia bent

I'd sit out on the porch writing poetry of sorts
To keep myself as one could say somewhat sane
Listening to my dad crying after he tucked us in
Me .... In bed praying for natures music the rain..

terrence michael sutton
copyright ( then 1947 ) 2018
TRUE

It's 4 in the morning and she's in there snoring
And I'm as cold as  can be
I went out drinking she went off stinking
And locked me in the old lavetry

She's in there swearing I'm out here decaring
This'll never again happen to me
Now she's in there snoring the rain it is pouring
And I'm locked in this old lavetry

Oh her I will throttle wished to God I had a bottle
How bad can this life for me ***
I'm soaking wet how bad can life get
And all I can smell is this sh..........t

For the **** life of me on toilet paper no glee
I write a poem with my finger
Guess I'll throw it away but when night comes day
No more inside here will I linger ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

It'd be so great if on this site one could add a pic
To help explain a poem or a write
A picture tells a thousand words alone
Be it come day or night

So many say to me why write that do tell
A picture would thus explain
Of the happiness the joy the monent
Or for that matter the pain

Would not need to be high IT to do it
Would come in very handy it's so true
When one writes about many different things
Most of all the way I often do

Just an idea ......

terrence michael
copyright 2018

When ever others have to know all your secrets
The only thing that you really have to do
It's called feeding the chickens
Give them some crumbs maybe a few

If thats all they have in their life they have to do
Just tell them enough to keep them satisfied true
Give them a make believe don't tell will you
And feed their empty minds with a crumb or two

One has to show pity for such a lowere I Q
So throw them a few crumbs of don't tell will you
As long as they live their lives won't change true
Chicken after all just chickens and do what they do

They'll take those crumbs adding a thought or two
With fowl like imaginations the hens roosters too
But thats who they are like some humans so blue
Some get laid some don't some get hatched it's true

Replying .. You got laid ? goodness have'nt you too
Never thought you would .. But even chickens *****
Along came this rooster and it was all far from blue
Then he told the whole farm yard with a **** a doodle do

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Back when I was just a little boy
There was this little girl friend of mine~
And one day we two sat under a church
Talking about life as we saw it then oh so fine~
We got under there on the way home
From school as it was raining ever so
And this church was on the way home you see
So under it we then both so fast did go
Now I was only seven years old
And she was about the same~
Came down to show me yours an I'll show ya mine
As we sat under there out of the rain~
Well .. that game wasnt too much fun
So when the rain stopped we went on home~
She toddled off to her place down the way
And I toddled off then to my own~
I got home and dad was there
And two hours they went by~
And then came a bashing upon our front door
And the world must have heard this woman cry~
She was yelling out to my dad there
And really going crook like hell~
And I saw my little girl friend behind her apron
My face it really fell~
Your son knocked off my daughter
She cried at the top of her voice so loud~
Dad said.. For Gods sake they'er only seven years old
My little friend looking out behind mums shroud~
Well that woman she yelled and my dad said .. HUSH
They are only kids ya know~
But she continued at it wouldn't stop
And simply wouldn't let it go~
And then my dad yelled at her as well
He said dont you remember back when~
You and I as kids down in the bull paddock
And we did the same thing then~
Well she stepped back and glared at my dad
And took off down the path in a rage~
And I looked up at my dad in surprise
Well ... He said .. I was once your age ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1968.