WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF GOD ,,

And as such ,,,
This well could actually be our
elementary schooling ,

In classroom earth we've just not long moved in
To start our years of learning~
Others have been here for their time
As they for knowledge we are yearning~
We've found a lot of mysteries here
Ones that this time we cannot explain~
But we will have the answers when
We've done our years of rein~
Its said in scrolls and the many bibles of God
Gods day is a thousand years to our day one~
So we've only been here six days yet
According to the teachings now of some~
But the ages of this classroom earth
Go back before our knowledge and our knowing
Many different races , species , and gifts of God
Have been in this classroom longer than winds blowing
Our past loves ones spent time in classroom earth
They learned in their way as we've to do~
Then too moved on to yet another higher class
To see the rest of their schooling through~
One by one they've all left this class
As one by one we as well eventually will do~
And one by one this time around
We like them will go to higher classes too~
We wont need or use our bodies there at all
Just our intellect and love~
Lots of positive loving imagination as well
And always help from God both around us and above~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1978

Theres an original Aussie lingo
That out there one can hear~
Most of all when you are in the country
And places like that you love so dear~
RIPPA RITA , An aussie bush expression of rejoice~
When something really goes so well
And usually not by choice~
FAIR DINKUM means simply for real
Are you fair dinkum mate~
STRUTH another real Aussie expression
A bush word for something that you hate~
Just a few words of real Aussie lingo
You might hear now and again~
SEND HER DOWN HUGHY they'll cry
When they reall do need rain~
STONE THE CROWS you'll hear them yell
When something happens by surprise~
Often in the country
When they can't believe their eyes~
HOWZ ZAT a bloke will often call out
when he manages to do something better than right~
And very indeed proud of himself
Without trying to skite~
RIGHTIO dad will call out to mum
When she hollows don't forget to get the bread~
TOO FLAMEN RIGHT he'll say back to her
When she says well ... did ja get it ted~
YA GREAT GALLOOT is what they'll call you
When you do something really wrong~
So much original Aussie lingo
They should put it all within a song~
SHIELA'S are of course suingle women
Who often are as well called BIRDS~
All this fantastic Aussie terminology
How I miss all these words~
Ocker's are usually blokes in shorts and thongs
They call thongs Japanese riding boots~
CODJA'S are older blokes
Sometimes they call them COOT'S~
COCKIES are blokes that own properties
STRIKEN A BLOW is a term for work~
BLUDGERS are those that don't like do do it
And being lazy is to of course SHIRK~
All that age old aussie lingo
I miss it so I do~
Can't wait to say HOWZ YA GOEN MATE
And G DAY to a mate or two~
It's all got a sound of it's own
One gets used to it in life~
Like the LITTLE WOMEN and THE BETTER HALF
Is what they call a wife a wife~

( Was'nt game to use spell check lol )

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Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Working on a large sheep prperty once
On days not much doing way out dig cactus
One day doing just this I caught a flash
Owner on his old horse up a hill for practice

Watching me the old coot he was that day
To see if I on my own  was doing my work
The sun sent me a flash from his binoculars
The old guy was an untrusting kind of ****

Just below me a soil erosion twent feet deep
That ran for about a real good mile away
I rode down and right up it for a mile
And right up behind him fifty tards I say

******* my horse sat under a big old tree
Rolled myself a smoke and watched him
Looking all over away down there was he
Chances finding me down there were slim

He was getting so frustrated binoculars too
Where the hell did that bloke go he said
Looking all about for me that day was he
I just smiled rolled another smoke instead

Him standing in his old half worn saddle
Where the hell did that bloke I ask go
I'll be having a real good talk to him later
Can't trust anyone I said nows a good ya know

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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

We two sitting out upon the verandah
On a Sunday late may cooler afternoon
And you were knitting clicking away
As I sat enjoying a port when very soon

Two birds so high away up in the blue sky
I stopped and turned around looking at you
You looking over your glasses saying .. what
You waiting for my answer a puzzled true

I said  look at those two birds away up there
Side by side of how they together as one fly
Both in the very same direction perfectly
And they are only birds will be till they die

You and I can't agree on anything at all
Try to do so we do so every other single day
Since I married you down the street its true
We spend most of conversation arguing I say

They are only birds and always flying as one
Regardless of the weather come what may
And here we are a supposed inteligent species
Yet we argue over everything every single day

terrence michael sutton    
copyright  2018

Planting a tree is a good thing
But remember it must survive on it's own-
Planting a small grove of two or three
Each one helps the other till grown-

When and if one happens to suffer
The others drop leaves and water too-
Watering roots and providing shade
Helping the others to make it through-

Trees provide air upon our earth
Without them we'er in trouble true-
Planting a small grove of trees
Is a more than wonderful thing to do-

Down in a corner not used much
Down by a river away-
A small grove of trees provide shelter
For birds and wild life every day-

One third they say of our earths air
Comes from forests away they cut all the time-
Planting a tree I'm sure you'll agree
Is a way to help all far down the line-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018 ( First written years ago ) ..

I've learned all teachers of life taught me
I have always walked a strictest lin
Did all those who are my equals said to
And might I say did them better more so fine

But before my soul decided another lesson
To be born to free to be the captain of my soul
Way over time I researched few things sublime
And listenened to this very own soul of mine

Who gave any the right to instruct their way
Upon my soul since it became myself long ago
Its time I let go and its  time I flew to feelings new
Its time I listened to my souls experience to know

Time I undressed time I confessed its simplytime
That I took over inmy own souls fields of clover true
Well over time I ignored their oh so holy advice
Loved life more hell to heaven all things old and new

Time for a time I knew moments so fine ever sublime
Time I undressed confessed and by passed this mess
Well over time I loved more this soul of mine
And with a likwise thinker spent time and flew

(( I'VE  NEVER  BEEN  TO  ME  ))

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

If one day my pen became a brush
Oh how I'd paint so well for you~
I do love so as well in life to paint
But can't seem to do it here it's true~
I'd paint for you the mountains and the trees
The cloud formations , sandy beaches long~
I'd paint my true love , and all above
With colors pastel and so gently strong~
Such scenes of care beyond compare
How I'd paint the sun and as well the moon~
If my pen was to become but a brush
I'd paint dew drops on a red balloon~
Rays of sunshine wet on roses
Butterflies in flight~
If my pen was but a brush
How I'd paint as well as write~
If my pen became a brush its true
I'd even paint your smile~
I'd paint how I feel about just you
And how I'd do so with such style~
If my pen became a brush
I'd paint the whole world for you~
And if my pen became a brush
I'd paint of my love for you so true~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

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

It matters not who you are where from
Each entity has and is a soul things to say
What it sees from where its standing
Upon any given night and any given day

Each soul has a voice and every poem too
Is what it wishes us to experience knowing
From wanting us to gather information
Happiness sadness Love from winds blowing

We make it harder for our souls thinking
That we controll our fate destiny and way
Instead of listening to our souls own voice
And what it has us for us to explore any day

Be it love in all forms from lust to simple care
And it gets angry with us ignoring its request
We often give ourselves advice its our ignorance
Not having been there yet not knowing of its test

Convincing ourselves we know when we do not
Telling others of our own ideas how it should be
Reasons why we should listen to it act upon it
Have bodies minds hearts sail that unsailed sea

It comes to us with a thought a wish a need
And we decide oh no thats not for me and so
We miss its requests for us to find out first
Before speaking for it not allowing do it go

Think of all many advise without knowing
Of things we have never known but insist
Of things situations emotions never learned
Feelings we feel not me but still  never kissed

Saving ourselves religious fantasy from equals
Listening to endless advice from pretenders
Who never have been there but know it all
Without lives putting  lives through blenders

Ignoring our own souls requests playing god
Our souls get angry adding karma to awake
Then us blaming others life others unknowing
When its ourselves to blame  our own mistake

Walk those paths never walked befor then advise
Know more of things we ridicule often true
Know what a situation feels like first of all
They might be  way better than we ever knew

Endless reason there are for allowing our souls
To request us to do as it wants us to do
Then after we experience pass its tests
We might like dislike love admire of them true

Many reasons are there for its voice being poetry
Try to read others writes between lines that be
Think deep then write of how you imagine was
If not known then go sail that unknown sea

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

At times one gets the notion to get lost
Just walk upon a track many seldom go
Take a staff to steady the rough stuff
Supplies shelter food some tools its so

Camera mobile spare batties axe knife
Pens pads matches or lense for camp fire
Alone your soul your home your very own
Peaceful thinking time bed roll silent desire

Ridding ones mind of stresses not yours
Allowing mind soul to take an earned break
Away from endless followers of total garbage
You the moon stars natures gifts thus to take

Away from gas bag preachers politicians too
A fool a mule knows how they lie as they do
Wasting others lives like the wasps in hives
Such a time its time of this time I knew

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Away back in the beginning of time
Their became a plan~
To organize the earths greatest concert ever
That would be through the earth and land~
A one and only first time ever
Concert such as this upon this earth~
North,East,South ,West,
Around the planet girth to girth~
Created naturally by earths own nature
Supported right throughout of every land~
By every living thing and entity that be
To create a musical symphony ever grand~
A concert of nature to have all upon earth
To be all ever so very aware~
Of all the sounds and music and gifts of nature
All playing their own beyond compare~
Of all natures music upon this earth
In such a perfect and natural way~
Of all the sounds that are around to be heard
From every part of earth,land sea,night or day~
All played and performed only from nature
As only nature it's self would have it be~
Every single entity playing it's own songs
One grand natural symphony~
From all of things on earth that always existed
And from many more that still exist today~
As much recording effort was simply not needed
To have them all so naturally sing and play~
Sounds of nature and songs from all entities
From wind,the ocean and breeze~
From even smallest crickets to the elephants
All take part in natures songs with ease~
The rain it played it's many rhythms
And how all the breezes lent such a hand~
Smallest frogs within natures natural brooks
All singing in tune from mountains tops down to beach sand~
The many tall trees play their forest flutes
All gardens put on such a display~
With all from butterflies to busy bees
Every entity producing their music natures way~
Endless birds singing their songs
Babbling brooks playing over washed clean stones~
And even upon the wildernesses many planes
The wind their plays songs with grasses,sand and bones~
Not a natural animal or insect to be left out
Every single smallest and largest thing~
All part of natures gifts and talents
As one the sounds of nature they all sing~
The largest ever to be natural earths own concert
All in tune to this day is still taking place~
Nature never needed to record it at all
As it is always playing perfectly with natural grace~
One could not list all of the musicians
So many and so well how they play~
Free of charge non stop day and night
Natures gift nobody has to pay~
One never needs to buy it as it's free
For one and all upon this earth~
All they have to do is stop to listen
To natures symphonies of such worth~


Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2008

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

To me its so important smell in life
A fragence tells me all I need to know
If a meal smells good it tastes good
Some flowers I like others just not so

I can even smell the oncoming rain
I love the smell of first drop dry ground
I love my personal after shave deodorant
A smell talks volumes without a sound

Some womens perfume stops me dead
I love the smell of scones freshly made
I love the smell of natural countryside
The oceans salty oxygen of highest grade

I can always tell if my mothers about
Besides the fact shes been dead for years
Her Lilly Of The Valley how it lingers
My fathers tobacco same deal same tears

Smells are to me everything I need to know
Mostly good plus a few somewhat bad
I don't need to see as long as I can smell
They make me happy sometimes sad



terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

After this earth this time renewed again
After man on his egotistical horse rode
After he stting himself up as all knoing
His own path walked traveled strode

After being way too ahead of himself
After endless time this time often told
In one ear and diectly out of the other
Little boys never grow but always bold

The last soul weeps for mans stupidity
Long after being abused in many a way
By all the knowing ever so brilliant mind
When he's gone women will survive  stay

His ego blinded him not love money as well
Greed and self opinnion diluted his very mind
Blaming women always since he invented Eden
Heres hoping he can look back this to find

A lone woman weeps for mans own doing
Asking how much proof did he ever need
To see the mistakes he made within his actions
And to think it all mostly came down to greed

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Walking in a corn field the other day
I came across a scare Crow standing there
His shirt was stuffed full of oldesy maze
A big smile of I'm so beautiful to wear

He had a look of  I'm the only one in life
That knows anything that's worth knowing
Perfectly at home was he with a big stick
Placed well up where the wind is often blowing

Looked as wonderful as he alone believed
Had no time for others that had traveled so
A proud look upon his painted face to wear
Ask him anything and I'm sure that he'd know

Not ever realizing he never knew that grammer
Was a piece of fruit that made the perfect pie
And yes the crows simply adored him endlessly
He was covered in crow calling cards from the sky

But thats his little world and being nice I guess
That's where he'll always be so easy thus to find
All dressed up in his best stuffed shirt of blue
The academic scare crow with little else on his mind

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

I never really liked gardening before
But I needed to fix up the one down back
It was getting like an empty space
Behing my appartment on a track

I'm only young so much to be done
And an old gardener saw me there
Came over and said need a hand
Goodness yes as I pinned back my hair

Wasn't long and I loved gardening so
Older gardeners they really do know
How to get it all as I'd dreamed some
And how to make it beautiful and grow

Now I'm in that garden every chance
And when he sees me he will call around
I have a secret or two just how it all grew
Among my lemon grass upon the ground

terrence michael sutton
copyright 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

I must be getting old almost time to give it all away
I seem to like a little quiet in order to think of late
So many where I am full blast as if music at 7 a m
Speakers turned up might be time to shut the gate

I love to write always did might be time to move
To a mountain hut high away from all of this
A writer of any kind loves their peace of mind
Of late where I am a writer cannot call it bliss

If you don't hear from me for awhile I''ll be fine
Love to all that in any way can understand
Write on stay precious be sincere know love
Allow your soul to place a pen within your hand

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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Oh I adore Black Eyed Suzie so much
How she climbs aver my backyard fence
So beautiful she is when shes on display
With her audacity my fence has no defence

And when she not as lovely as she can be
Others make good use of her being there
So many others climbing all over her
Total beauty beyong all others to be fair

She loves Honey Suckles for company
When its as well in fullest bloom down back
Just give her half a  chance all she needs
She never will ever be found looking slack

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

Away up the top  in Australia
Simply days drive from anywhere at all~
We were camped on the side of a river bank
Not far from a wet season water fall~
Running outa food to some extent
I assured them we were fine~
That I as camp cook had enough to last us
And tonight as usual we were gonna dine~
We were up there on a top end fishing trip
And Id been up there before~
Where the best fish were only caught
In the land that I adore~
One bloke had a friend with him
Who was a 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 ay~
He said no way I can eat that bush tucker
I gotta have whats proper and comes from shops~
I don't eat that out back wild bush Tucker stuff
It ll never pass through my chops~
But Irish stew yes that ll do
It sounds real good ta me~
When we get back from up the track
I ll have my share you wait an see~
So they left in one direction
And I left in the other~
Hoping the thick bushland would act as
To my rifle shots a cover~
I shot a Roo and a Goanna
A Bandicoot and one wild cat~
And then I shot a large parrot
Got a young croc in the water and headed back~
A little ways from the camp
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 went on a wild herb search~
And when down by the river again
I got my self a pool trapped perch~
Added it as well to the stew
With bush herbs and thickened with some flour~
And I can tell in awhile it smelt so good
When they d be due back in about an hour~
Had honey Id robbed from a distant hive
So I made a patty cake or two~
With what flour I had left
Yep .... That ll surely do~
Well when they got back the aroma drifted
And they picked it up down the track~
And couldn't wait to eat the lot
And complimented the cook 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 Id 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 )  .....2018

Thank you .. I will be leaving the site as it seems
I've upset one .. Sharron .. ( Her notes to me sounded more like a nun dealing with menopause ....) If any wish to drop in n say hello welcome ..One on here cannot copy and paste ..s on .. Many here I adore but too old to be be questioned by a soul most born after I was 50 ..At anytime aussie­poet2642@gmail.com If thats not allowed they can deal with it .. Much love U & Yours x

Terrence Michael Sutton
aussiepoet

Endless  blind mice endless blind mice
How they believe if its smells like cheese
So mant throw them crumbs to please
Endless blind mice so much to squeeze

Been around for all time in many places
Endless telling them may unknow things
Like human behaviour they all believe
What a whack of cheeze it all brings

All will die but never them man wrote
In his oldest thinking long long ago
A little cheeze here a little there as well
So much endless cheeze man can throw

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terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

In my oppinion as far as I have the ability
To look back at the present and ahead
I can in all I am that the last soul on earth
Will be no other than that of a woman instead

With all woman was created to be has been within
Since our earth knew of sun and moon to glow
Man would not have lasted any amount of time
Without woman beside behind him to know

The one that gave us life saw of mans worth
And knew he needed woman to succeed at all
On his own a **** destined to die in time
And saw then for man the writing on lifes wall

The last human being to stand upright will be
A woman its written on wind ocean since day one
Mans ignorance and his ego since time begun
Is only to blame true as moon stars and sun

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

To be a good writer or poet one must always
Have good sense of humor creating a smile
Not everything has to be woe head to toe
A good sense of humor helps along lifes mile

In order to have souls unload stress and strife
And to help save them from a woeful day
A good laugh on behalf of the poetic  path
Will give them happiness come what may

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

There was a little Irish lassie
That when she bent so low~
Her dress it would fall from the top
Just a little don't you know~
All the boys adored her
And would take her picking daisies in a row~
And she d bend over ta pick em
How their faces they would glow~
Well this little Irish lassie
And every boy in town~
Would be seen out along the way picking daisies
Till the Irish sun it wore a frown~
One day she bent ta pick em
And that was the end of that~
Now this little Irish lassies married
With fifteen children ,a dog n a cat~
Twas a wonderful experience
Ever so long ago~
When this little Irish lassie
Would bend ta pick daisies don't you know~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

When theres's somebofy that really matters
And a gap of silence does in reality really exist
One wonders as he did what could be the reason
Not knowing as conversations not been kissed

There is a young girl from next door
And he idolized her for friendship true
She is made so welcome in the home
But conversation from her he never knew

He was told oh she is just shy that is why
And she always talked to all others around
He'd gone out of his way to help her out often
But try as he may no conversation to be found

Just twenty three years old a collage student
He'd spoke to her so many a time gone by
Beautiful in so very a way but night or day
Talk to any but he and they said she was shy

He'd never ever done said anything wrong
But conversation it with he never was at all
He felt that when she was there he'd leave
Go to his office staying until someone to call

He felt that maybe she didn't like him but
She'd smile say hello then that ended there
Rather than have her feel awkward he'd go
As he was a good and kind soul to be fair

Always happy was she laughing talking too
But never after hello no conversation was to be
This worried him as he liked her calling in
But that was it and it worried him so sincerely

He came to the conclusion not to talk to her
Thinking that would have her feel at home
She was a happy soul he with values of old
However not able at all to find a reason alone

It was not a matter of life nor death but sad
Oh she's just shy thats why it was often  said
So when she came he'd leave the room again
Go up to his computer or if not up to his bed

He was an inteligent person of knowledge
He'd traveled often the entire world in time
Met so many people of greatest knowledge
But with this girl never any conversation fine

I guess there was no reason she had to like him
Or talk to him at all in any way on any day
He liked her he guessed she just never liked him
So he gave her space and accepted it as is anyway

But there was never any explanation or any reaso
That he himself could think of in all honesty
And sometimes wonder if he'd said something
That was wrong or missunderstood it could be

She'd lay back on the lounge watch T V laughing
But he often simply put the entire thing from mind
However there was no explanation for this to be
At least none that he of this situationcould find

Oh she's just shy thats the reason why often said
But it was to him a situation in life rather grim
Feeling out of place within his own home the case
So much he'd with consideration gave this up to win

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

LOVE  A  WOMAN

I just love a woman with a mind
More-so one of her own
Doesn't depend on anyone
An open mind is her home

Doesn't need peers for advice
Always speaks her very mind
Uses the brain she was born with
Her life is hers you'll find

With honesty integrity values too
She walks to the sound of her drum
Doesn't feel the need to tell of her life
If others don't like it best to get one

What is hers it remains hers alone
Her mind is hers within as well
Knows how to keep things to herself
No need for gossip at at all to tell

Knows what she wants and what not
Her smile is priceless her eyes shine
Love a woman who is all woman
Love a woman can make up her mind

Rare to find shes never blind left behind
The very captain of her very own soul
Not a lot to find these days in life
A soul so very on track since days of old

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

We back then were only kids
But to the forestry we'd go
With big ond hessian bags
Collecting cones burn well it's so

Winter time it was so cold
But in the home fire burn for ages
Sally always came anong as well
We'd make pocket money wages

She near the pines and waited
For us to come along
I remember her along with
A song called Sally we'd sing along

We became such good friends
That friendship lasted years long
But time it moves friends away
I think about her still and that song

I never thought we'd ever part
Greates mates were we always
But in thought she walks beside me
And will do all of my remaining days

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Skies now darkening from pastle shades
Mountains turn to a deeper blue~
Close now lit fire burning bright
Large *** on of natural wildernes bush stew~
Lighting pipe now bushmans meditation
In only a bushmans way~
Thinking some of loved ones past
And times gone of a better day~
Swag all ready for the rolling out
Fly tent all fixed and tied~
Music begins of natural bush
Clothes all now washed and dried~
Horse unrigged and holted loose
Graces close in peace and evening breeze~
Breezes suggesting a night of rest
Now whispering among the trees~
Fire crackling good company
Smoking very little hot the fire~
Started by bushman with smallest sticks
And a little old dry brier~
The fragrance of dinner soon to be
Old dog rests some and snorts a dream~
Getting late now all is quiet
Can even hear water running in yonder stream~
Socks and jeans all washed and clean
Ready for another day~
All dressed now in camp clothes new
Bushman watches another another fade away~
Camp like home out here all alone
Just bushman horse and dog~
Fire letting bushman know
Ready for another log~
Dog comes to the bushmans side
And snuggles into another spot~
At the feet so warm and neat
Best friend a man has got~
Dog awaits a mouth ***** tune
As after dinner this he knows~
That some music he will hear
Out here thats the way it goes~
Dinner eaten some put aside
For breakfast bushman and dog~
Dog awakes and looks around
Just a lizard on a log~
Horse raises head and glances about
To see what dog is searching for~
Dog sniffs the air as if somethings out there
And lays down again on natures floor~
Bushman plays a little tune
Sings a small old fashioned song~
Makes the fire all safe once more
Towards bed roll stroles along~
Tucks himself in for the night
Dog gets as close as he can~
Horse all ******* nearby as well
Silence fills the land~
Stars they shine as stars only do
The moon is hidden by a cloud~
Before the bushman goes to sleep
Night bird cries out loud~
Horse it blows a noise of content
Dog he gives a snort~
Bushman takes a little sip
Of his favourite port~
Another day has faded away
Tomorrow much the same~
Clouds they look a little dark
Tomorrow might have rain~
Fire dims and skies go dark
The stars are brighter still~
Silence sounds as silence does
It's off to sleep for all untill~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

Thats what Your Love Is worth

One day I was feeling broken and lonely
The next I owned the earth~
Thats what your love has done for me
Thats what your love is worth~
One day I had no real direction
The next , my way was clear~
My very being now perfection
All because of your love so dear~
One day my life seemed like living hell
The next I felt I was at heavens door~
And that is where my heart is right now
My love is yours for evermore~
One day I felt so empty
The next day I was so full of you~
Topped right up with all your love
Darlen .. Im so inlove with you ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

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

Money is a tool for us to use in life
Everything has reasons for a price
It has positives and negatives too
Not enough too much both not nice

Money parts friends gives oppnions to
Those with wealth it lies they know not
Seeing themselves as what they'll never be
Reality for them long gone tied in its knot

Losing values integrity principles honesty
Never can they simply go back anymore
Becoming their own as if god on earth
Common sense faded an unrealistic war

Money lies as does politics religions too
It all comes down to numbers in banks
As money has turned them into its slaves
Reality gone blind and money never thanks

Not ever feeling one day they'll die after all
Wealth it takes away peace of very mind
Yet they worship it even in their sleep
Money just a tool but can be so unkind

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 my very heart~
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 a love I know thats mine~
Even for the shortest while
To hold it close to me~
Way more precious than any rock
That could ever be ~
In every way and if ever every day
I"d spend loving her just that much more~
Not a single stone or rock or gem
Could replace a love that I adore~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Romance Was Born In Ireland .. { And It was }

Romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
When a very little lady
Wore a bonnet with a bow~
She sat upon a tuft of grass
Warming herself within the sun~
Along come a leprechaun
And then her heart was won~
Romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
And why they first called it romance
I guess we'll never know~
But romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
When a very little lady
Wore a bonnet and a bow~
Ever since that day it's been romance
It never had before~
And those first two they fell so inlove
Each other forever they adored~
Romance was born in Ireland
The longest time ago~
And why they first called it romance
I guess we'll never know~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1984 & again 2018

Trees grow up and so do we
Rain falls down as we can see~
Birds fly over in the sky
Rabbits just hop slowly by~
Grubs crawl across,water flows down
Ants they crawl around and around~
Bees the buzz here and there
Leaves they dance within the air~
Children they run all over the place
Because children take up lots of space~
Lots of things all go lots of ways
All directions , All my days .

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988

The body is only a tool the soul uses on earth
Or like a car the soul drives to get around here
And when it gets too old its of to the wreckers
As theres no need for it after this life so dear

Around our bodies we have amagnetic aura
I knew a guy that once lost his left side leg
He got then a wooden one as a replacement
And at times he'd scratch it being itchy instead

Ghosts are spirits not wanting to leaf for reasons
Being all aura can be seen during usually at night
Someone or something just keeps them here
It's the living here and now more reason for fright

All of us are as if a souls spirit tool to use on earth
The better we take care of them longer they last
Their mechanics are from doctors to heralists
Not taking care of them shortens future diluting past

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

Chitter Chatter blame accusing too
For the better part of this entire year
Politicians all claiming to be the best
From news and media thats all I hear

Blaming climate change to who knows
One country like another wanting more
What is needed is Human change instead
Make live let live common sense for sure

Back to basics oldest ways worked better
If cold light an open fire from dead wood
If its hot grow more trees for their shade
Boil water in big pots wood stoves'd be good

Gardening to grow your own to eat each day
Large water tanks filtered rain  water roof
Better to drink wash washing bathing too
Saving money oldest ways gave such proof

Large covered areas honesuckle and wisteria
Allow nature to give one its natural breeze
From growing ever green trees tall and wide
Back to oldest basics all always were to please

I have decided oldest ways ever better still
Worked for centuries could well still today
Time the world lived and let live way more
And still could in every single possible way

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

Looking Within

Untapped reality
Newness in undiscovered form~
Captivating charisma  
Beauty to shame the perfect dawn~
Loveliness from well within
The personality we seldom ever see
Perfection at its finest
Giving birth to its rightful destiny~
To have so many more look within
At what we've so often missed~
At the magic,the love,the values
The lips of being that are seldom kissed~
The surprise of one so lovely within
To feel that someone can see whats there~
What it is that lives within so priceless
And as innocent and pure as mountain air~
This natural being in such a way
Has for years escaped the eyes of man~
As the outer shell , the bodies perfection
Has mostly been the daily plan~
Special and so needed feelings within
That should be all noticed and known~
Upon our beautiful and only home planet
Where winds such as these have rarely blown~
So many shy and so deeply beautiful
And so innocent in their own way~
Have such wonderful feelings of love and positivity
They never place out on display~
So much has never been known of so many
As seldom we look deeply within~
At the person , the entity , the being , the soul
That lives beneath the skin~..

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1988 . ( 2018 )

Yes the one they call Jesus lived and died a man
A 100 years after he did they wrote the bible
A book full of contradictions letters and thoughts
As well they pay no tax and should be liable

But I held a womans hand yesterday skin touched
After which we both still ever so fine
Noway any cal refer to that as being a sin
Although it did feel at the time ever so divine

I helped children cross a busy road held up traffic
And an old lady to find after shopping her car
Carried her bags to where it was at the time
Her car it really was not all that far

Being a house painter once I gave any left over
To an older man next door why waste it anyway
I respect all who choose their own religions
Although better kept at home on any day

We all gotto live we all got to die we all love
Our lives our choices our own rejoyces too
But religion is about love not causing wars
And believe me as it goes they all do

Just live one day at a time being yourself
Not telling others how to live their lives
All as one sun up until sun done
Like endless bees all working together in hives

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

From my written Children's poems

Our drain pipe is an instrument
Every time it rains~
As soon as we here pitter patter on our roof
It starts all over again~
No sooner rain runs down our water pipes
We here the same old sound~
Our very own favorite melody
So deeply the sounds go up and down~
You see in our drain pipe we have two frogs
And they are real big and green~
They are the biggest and the greenest frogs
That we have ever seen~
And when the water rushes down
It really turns them on~
And then they really go to town
Singing their favorite song~
Our drain pipe is an instrument
Every time it rains~
As soon as we here pitter patter on our roof
It starts all over again~.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1983

Have faith they say believe but never ask
Don't ever question just follow blindfolds on
I'm a soul beyond reproach re values true
You know what they say just sing the song

Bibles written in the yeat 03 just 100 years
After the one they call Jesus died theres proof
The closed minded followed still do today
Three hundred easy religions but one truth

No matter to me after all we all die a fact
And theres grave yards of babies that exist
In Ireland alone all babies of nuns seen them
Angels that never to date ever been kissed

But thats ok turn the other cheek they say
Closed minds closed hearts and eyes too
The holier than thou have endless excuses
There goes a massive amount more than few

Its always been taught plus no abortions
Yet acreas of little graves but religions rave
Hypocrites endless you know what they say
After all said and done we all go to the grave

terrence michael sutton    
copyright 2018

So many are just unlucky often said
So many more right place right time
Endless as knowing beautiful miss out
Their life stories far from being divine

Money plays its part to the very hilt
Others as worthy never see much at all
To often the winds blowing elsewhere  
Not there when luck may make its call

Dreams don't always come true in life
For endless that dream one day they will
Life for ever so many dreams not any
Just being able to breath often pays a bill

I've stopped and looked at sheer pefection
That not a soul willever get to gaze upon
And walked away feeling useless that day
Like trying to sing a wordless song

Empties my heart often tares it so apart
Something as beautul may never be seen
But like the most beautiful sight day or night
Something as purely sublime in life has been

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

( 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