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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

IMAGINATION

Imagination much like a ship tied to wharf]
Its still a shio but its tied to realty
It can be all it wishes to be However until
It gives birth to reality its still a fantasy

Much like driving upon a highway concentration
Upon where you are and what your doing all agree
If one wishes to record imagination best idea
Is to take pleasure in the writing of poetry

Imagine anything but in reality whats reality
Remains reality if not two imagine for a time
Instead of at home be they together or alone
They'er both upon a beach full moon summer wine

Imagination in positive form can invent things
Bring one to happier times to be further on
Compose beautiful misic create wonderful song
Untill the birth of reality imagination all along

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

Oh many call themselves Aussiepoet
But theres only ever been one
Registered started writing at 16
Now 76 and more to write be done

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Its not concidered wrong this day and age
Killing thousands on a concidered normal day
Wiping out generations in so many places
Killing families children innocent why I say

Wars founded on religion politics greed wealth
Its what so many actually in life daily really do
Teaching children to hate **** carry a weapon
As from birth thats what they'er taught its true

But its concidered such a sin to have an abortion
To even make love to one you've in life not met
To ruin all nature has ever given in some places
Winor ot lose  the flip sides of a  crazy bet

And yet we call suicide drugs theft depression
Ever so hard for most to come to terms each day
Why the innocent feel the way they do endlessly
Totally confused souls in almost every single way

Wars been happening for endless time in history
Now two decide they both could do with praise
Both  thinking such a simple deed will change it all
A cup of water on a burning building modt feel to say

One could write many a book on stupidity living still
Even that would not raise interest heard it before
It scares the life out of me within my very soul
I feel weve opened up earths last very door

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

One must remember , Many a true word said
in jest lol .


Dug Out Of My Poetry from Very Deeply .
(Something I wrote the longest time ago of
My then thoughts about how it well could
have in fact been ) FOR ALL WE KNOW .)

Back before man lived upon this planet
He lived on one much the same as now~
He started on it as he did on this one to
And he eventually destroyed it as only man knows how~
He had forgotten a lot of what he had learned
But he remembered greed and other negative emotions~
When he eventually came from destruction to life
To this planet with all the oceans~
It was back then the forward thinking people
Who got to leave before that blast~
They took the ones who thought as they did then
In a bid to help they felt man kind last~
So they shot this group to planet earth
A planet then in reach so lush and green~
A planet that they could live upon
In a way then man then had never seen~
Men later to be termed then as Adam
Women was then termed as Eve its true~
And they first lived in a cleared area on earth
And started yet again life as a new~
They call were they landed Eden
For the fruit was plenty there~
Water flowed in babbling brooks
And mountain fresh pure was the air~
They'd found that some animal life was mountain height
And were savage to say the least~
The ape life then lived in deep caves
As for them not to become a feast~
Man did eventually do the same , moved into caves
In areas they were not threatened by this foe~
And man killed the apes for meat and fur
And man then moved into the apes home he d go~
Man later then fought among man as well
As breeding took up lots of then precious room~
He still had not forgotten ****** greed
And even though better living again became the boom~
Living in caves had man eventually change his shape
And eating now with their hands as apes did as well~
And only came out in safety at night
To hunt for food and fruit near where they dwell~
Man was not the sight then as we now know
Not even when he came to earth~
But what he'd become due to coming here
Was even then becoming debatable worth~
They look back today and call him the cave man
And from there we now have as we know man~
With all their far out ideas of
How it was and how here we all began~
And man here will do the same thing again
How I wished that I was so wrong~
It's written already in the winds of time
And its written in mans own very souls song~
Man sorry to say the most destructive thing
That we have upon this earth~
Up against this planets values
Man sorry to say has little worth~
But with this planet being re stocked again
After another natural wiping of the slate-
They came from ever far away to earth
And to once more began to learn to live and create-
We were one feels created by God
But not in the way here that we find-
For his creations would be greater than we know
And his abilities above our being and behind-
History they say repeats its self
Well at least they got that true~
Here there are those who love and those that destroy
But mans ways are hereditary back from a planet or two~
History will repeat its self again
As it's done so before often longer than time~
And we feel that if we cant understand it doesn't exist
That's why history will do it all again , and in perfect rhyme~

Terrence Michael Sutton  
(I will challenge anybody about this copyright date  
copyrighted and filed .. copyright 1964 .)

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

If I found myself in the darkest room
Love in all forms brushing by
As soon as my body heart and soul
Brushed by you I'd know not to deny

Your very aura electrifies me ever so
And does things to me here I'd not tell
Spins me around has me walk on air
Takes me to places I'd love to dwell

Your very eromer it drives me wild  
As your very kisses does so seductively
To be only an inch from you it does too
Creates an abandon deeply within me

But even in the dark I'd know that spark
Electrical vibrations that live so within
And all of which we two create pure heaven
Would never in eternity call it any form of sin

Angels would leave heaven to as if ever know
What we have that so many'd call pure perfection
And only feeding on every pearl of love from you
Would steal the hearts of any form of inspection

I live and I'd die for one last taste all you are to me
All of which has my very soul simply thrive
Regardless of the darkess if I brushed by you
I'd thanl all of creation for my being so alive

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

ANOTHER  BEAUTIFUL  DAY

Another beautiful day is upon its way
The Suns still hiding but soon out to play
A high bird just flew over in silent display
Last night handing  its resegnation to today

Roosters call breezes dancing a leaf in fall
Night going home  morning enters the hall
Trees appearing from shadows now so tall
Clouds slowly taking shape silent still the call

Another beautiful day again soon to appear
Again life it continues allowing sights dear
Nature awakes slowly whispering I'm here
Turning on its lights ridding night of its fear

Another beautiful day nature upon display
Sleeping flowers rise to greet it again their way
Clouds of  some color as pinks soon to play
All is once more proving another beautiful day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 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

I miss the smell of a working saddle
My old contract poly with a four imch pad~
Those saddle bags and saddle blankets
Love all my memories of the good times Ive had~
Miss those shady tree cuppers from a billy
Talen 'bout life with campfire smoke in my eyes~
How I miss all those sheep and cattle
And would you believe me I even miss the flies~
Don't miss riding in wet jeans
Don't miss riding through land in bog~
But I do miss the early mornings kiss
Having morning tea sitten on a log~
I miss all the great working dogs Ive had
Ropen and working on the spread~
I miss feeling like Ive earnt my pay
And after which I miss a cowboys bed~
Some memories just won't fade away
I still can smell that hay~
Been there but would love to do it again
But I'd have to go back a ways~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

IC Jul 14
Good Samaritan
Courteous to the stranger
Let us act
Tortured for days
After the fact
Kindness is a virtue
It will never try to hurt you
But consequences come around
Least expected
No good deed ever goes undetected
Karma seems to be counterintuitive
The good are punished
And evil has become imperative
Of the utmost significance
And extremely necessary
The dark age of man has
Marked its territory
Humanity is torn apart
The cost of the soul
Is a broken heart
Look to the world to find some meaning
The only solace we have is while we’re dreaming...
IC
Written by
IC  28/M/Toronto

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

Right in front of all eyes to see to view
A politician doing his best to copy
The very pope himself hes trying to be
But for politics and of late getting sloppy

Hes placed and created a law now never
Complain about methods or as well he
Protecting all hes trying to represent true
Upon every land over oceans and sea

This is my planet its yours as well all true
But as good as ownership hes calving name
Taking over at his beck and call it seems
Warnings in place dare should any complain

Chicken do as they'er told sheep cattle too
Seems that countries now on that list to be
And all following as if hes lord master too
Over every ocean over all lands the man is he

So tied of that name it dominates all T V 's
Goodness knows what all do not know
Telling only he and his deciples such as seems
Doing his best to have every mind to blow

Won't be long a disc in ones **** unseen
By his law with all to see upon a scan
All of every woman ever born or living
All of every *** of living this day man

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

We all know lots of people
People that weve met
Mostly within our travels
And even some we can't forget

There are friends and as well
A few that are more than family
As well as one or two that are who
Real time friends forever to be

I'm a guy who puts his money
Where his mouth is for these few
When we die we don't take it with us
Thats how I am and what I do

To give a gift brings joy and smiles
Expect nothing back its so
What goes around comes around
In different ways we should know

Most of my real true friends are trying
In different ways to make ends meet
And I simply adore them endlessly
I've been there wore the shoes on their feet

I love chances to help them as often as
Money is nothing but a tool in life
I do as I can because I'm able to
Help them some with normal daily strife

I don't expect anything in return true
Its a gift all I ask is appeciation
For them to know I'm a real time friend
Thats all there is in explanation

I don't want them shy or pass me by
I only need their friendship always
To have them know a real time friend
Will be there for them come what may

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

The lake it shone in the morning sun
That was edged by the short green turf~
A mother n her new born foal
Where they lay upon the earth~
The mother was a chocolate brown
The new born foal was a chestnut light~
A baby born to a mother proud
Sometime within the night~
A little sparrow kept the company
And hopped around within the turf~
And even sat upon the mothers head
As it sang with all its worth~
Could you imagen my excitement
When these two Id found~
So very content and healthy
As they lay still upon the ground~
"" Whoooops "" A little awkward yet
The mother turned her head as if to smile~
The little foal then it stood up
And walked around awhile ~


Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988

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.

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

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

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright  2018

HASN'T BEEN ALL THAT BAD

Looking back as far as possible at life
Over the life I've known so far
I guess I'd have to say did it my way
Been  mostly enjoyable whiskey in a jar

Always did things if able my own way
Ecept an ex or or two so to speak
Worked every day hard come what may
Always stood tall upon both of my feet

Mostly always was my own boss contracts
Made more than most gave way more away
But family have such selective short memories
The jokes on them I'm doing fine today

Done things no other would ever believe
Knew people many pay to go and see
A lot of them have since moved on
And are sailing a far off distant sea

Made love to women famous stars over time
Vowed to not repeat a name and have not
Seen a few in passing over time in life
Biggest smiles good friends memories a lot



My life to ths day never dull in any way
I've seen blokes I knew my age and hell
They all look way older than I do its true
Lived their life their way rang their own bell

Even now I have all a man could ask for
When we go we all go just as we came
And I in all honesty I have peace of mind
Come sunshime storms snow or rain

Their biggest woe in life has been money
Well I've had more than my very share
I helped more than any'll give me credit
Their money a rope around the neck to bare

They lived life as if an endless football game
Never thinking one day just if lucky memory
Mght end up with a name on a headstone
Many seeing it wonder who he once used to be

My life has been as good as it gets I feel
Wrote it all in poetry and song for years
I'll die one day up the way smiling my way
Been there done that no regrets no tears

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Compare sitting on a mountain with nature
And someone banging an empty on your head
The great thinkers adored silence thus to be
And not under a busy bridge to think instead

What is it about the younger generations today
And a good few without a constructive thought
The desperate need for full on desabells to hear
That a total deaf soul could could feel its report

Volume full on volume dancing speakers too
They'd all need the ability to lip read I feel
People who are aged babies writers the ill
Could live without their volume of appeal

There are no laws where I now live re this
Other places turn it down or its wrecked
This total lack of concideration for anyone
The never to grow up I really do suspect

( Little boys with bigger toys )

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

I'D SAY ..

Any with half a brain can smell the rain
Many read the oceans and the sea
Endless only need to look out a window
And tell the weather on the way to be

Closed minds easier to handle in life
I smell the stench of whats on the way
Russia USA and Nth Korea plus a few
A plan to half earth population like play

Their smirks reveal their lips with seal
All should read notradamus thus too date
The earth has been destroyed 5 times now
The 6th on the way last bible book does state

Many unable to do anything best not to know
But even clouds tells whats in the wind its so
These powers that be just cannot see
When the times up they too like all will go

To go the mentally ill the aged and unemployed
Their list goes on and on and its no surprize
Thats why its easier to handle closed minds
As open minds they all have seeing eyes

However Karma is one thing I do believe in
And its not blind not in the slightest way
This lot never to win in theiry game of life
When it hits the fan they too lose end of day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

THE ONCE CALLED HIM A DREAMER

A family of somewhat egotistical being
After all they did their very best in life
To hide what the entire town already knew
A home of could'nt live or without him  strife

A father who in many eyes and mine a saint
If ever there was one that could be same
In the face of all he faced regardless
Created sunshine when his world knew rain

All of them spoiled rotten before I came along
Waiting for me all of realities reality that be
However from it all I wrote poetry and song
To explain with any sense his love deep asthe sea

Trauma unending over an entire childhood traumatic
Affects so many and rightly so its true to say
But with the dedication stamina his values I tried
To be half the man he was almost every single day

Their greed left me with one photo of my life
They all have many I've forgotten years ago
Totally no concideration for any but themselves
And so all rivers in life they all the same do flow

All any soul can ask for is peace of mind within
And of that I've so much in reality in store
I've something none of them will ever have in life
All thanks to karmers gratitude knocking at my door

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

When we were children awhile back some
And staying at grandma's home~
She'd give us little things to do
So she could have some on her own~
She came up with a good idea
Just to keep us busy~
Most of all it it was wet
She'd have us make a busy lizzy~
Us children sitting upon her floor
Oldest magazines there in a pile~
Along with the thickest old news paper each
And she'd hand us the scissors and smile~
Then came a container of old home made glue
Flour and water and brush~
And we'd cut out lots n lots of pictures
She'd say take ya time there's no rush~
From front to back we ended up
With the most interesting scrapbook ever~
So beautiful and even educational
Interesting and so clever~
A drop sheet under us for mess
We'd make scrap books to win a prize~
Kept us busy lizzies for so long
Some pictures would open up ones eyes~
Every time we went back there
We'd show our scrapbooks around~
Making those busy lizzys
kept us quiet and not making a sound~

Terrence Michael sutton
Copyright 1971

I NEVER THOUGHT

I never felt poetry could do this to me
Have my skin tingle with your very ecstasy
The glow of soft moonlight upo your skin
Feeling of walking on air when you came in

Never thought poetry could feel so alive
Never thought my heart could simply thrive
Never thought another could have me feel
As if I could fly and the feeling so very real

Ever magneticly I from then belonged to you
I prayed the night never to invite morning dew
To think of wording my now in any form of poetry
Would be an impossible task recording all that be

Like a swell on the ocean so beautiful to flow
With a silent passion that only nature could know
Kisses that clung as if for dearest of life to be
Souls as one without any intention to set free

No thoughts of the world time just stood still
Silently praying that it always would and will
Perfection ever grand as perfection could become
I never thought poetry to have my souls song sung

To lay there together totally loved in such a way
Not able to move after poetry had sung until day
But your signal to rest awhile as then came rain
Relax my lover take five and we'll do it all again

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

Theres many songs of Australia
Some moreso than others ..
Many one could say sister
Lots of good mates like brothers ..

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

They say you'v never lived at all
Till you are not afraid to die~
I have in the past been in this situation
And once looking back I could almost cry~
At that time it seems fear is exempt
It's not even upon your mind~
Placed for unknown reasons in a situation
you seem to leave all else but where you are behind~
Its an overwhelming feeling in its self
You are ******* mentally with responsibility~
Almost as if on a positive drug within
You are faced with setting a situation free~
No chance at that time to think at all
Not placed in this being so by choice~
I never panic at the time but after I'm a mess
And go to pieces rather than rejoyce~
Looking back in memory at somethings
Them I've never ever forgot~
Still have no idea at all thinking of back when
How come these things in life can be ones lot~
I am no way the hero type in life
Never seen myself that way at all~
But when a soul is placed in these situations
Something takes over for the thus then call~
I have not got a single clue this day
One can be taken over for reasons why~
But one during this does what one has to do
I know you'v never lived till your not afraid to die~
All you can think of at this time at all
And I never ever wish to go back~
Is that you have no other option but to do
What you have been handed with a whack~
But looking back in acurate memory
And I still shiver some when I try~
I know you've never really lived at all
Till you are not afraid to die~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Always had a good voice deep and meaningful
Got it from my Irish born old dad long ago
I sing those love songs with such sincerity
Ever caring ever so very soft and low

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

We have holidays of all sorts of kinds
To remember a specail day~
But theres one that should mean so much
More so than all the others come what may~
In one of my older poems
I once wrote within this site~
A poem about Mothers
And all they do for to us day and night~
If one ever wanted to explain life in just one word
There honestly could be no other~
Who on earth could argue with me
When I softly whisper mother~
Without a mother where would we be
I honestly can not imagine where~
A mothers love and all a mother does
Her very being beyond compare~
There will always have to be a mother
In all things in life it's true~
The birth even of a tree,a child , or a bird
The list goes forever onward through~
The very birth of our Lord Jesus
All the stars above , our planet too~
The very beinning of everything
And yes the birth of myself and You~
There is simply no greater thing to do
Than to be the giver of life upon earth~
Mother .... simply Mother
No other word has as much worth~
If you wanted to explain LIFE in one word
There could never be in time another-
Who could sincerely argue with me
Whwn .. I softly whisper MOTHER -

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

https://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=aussiepoet&item=home&poetry=true&title=poet

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

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

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

terrence michael sutto
copyright 2018

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

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


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

There just happens to be an angel
That I have given space in my heart
She I doubt has any idea at all
Why I've admired her from the start

But thats ok her sight just thrills me
Whenever she happens to be around
If she ever knew how I feel its true
Such magic she'd know I'll be bound

But thats life dispite woes and strife
I guess weve all been there once or twice
However if we ever had time mements divine
It would be rather very nice

Time and age has no real page
In the book of all that can ever be
But at least my heart enjoys the feast
Of dreams that might never know detiny

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

Away back when poetry began long ago
It was told read and written how they talk
Different accents of whom they were then
Of love war life most gone like wiping chalk

There was no academic come grammer then
The voice of the soul using its owner to tell
Of feelings situations life as seen upon the day
Often over a pint of *** where thus poets dwell

It was back then seductive destructive constructive
Imagination allowed to express its freedom when
And today in many a way they try likewise to play
But real once poetry never to be heard of ag'en

Many from souls dressed in rags luggagage in bags
Who within knew romance dispite the hardships true
How they'd entertain to many knowing of pain
And thus having them see one day hope was due

And so good to know how it once would thus flow
It healed and had many look further up the track
It was a powerful thing how their words would sing
Never quitting in any way or looking back

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

I love the way she loves me
As she really loves me so~
I love the way she hugs me
When she simply won't let go~
I love the way she fusses
Over me all of the time~
I love the way she loves me
I'm just so glad that she's mine~
I love the way she holds me
Just loves me day n night~
I love the way she kisses me
As she holds me just so tight~
I love the way she holds my hand
Every where we two go~
I love the way she loves me
As she knows how I love her so~
I just love the way she loves me
With a love so rare n true~
I love the way she loves me
I love her so much oh yes I do~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Raised in the strictest family ever
Everything had to be just right always
So much time alone in her bedroom
And school during all the week long days

It seemed life was going passed so quickly
And her family never seemed to ever care
No proms no dates no boyfriends no fun
A life she mostly could not handle or bare

A very beautiful young woman growing older
A mother thought she was the best in town
With a father ex army major with attitude  
And life was more than just getting her down

One day a young guy moved in next door
And of a night he'd watch hoping to see
A glimce of this attractive young woman
That alone always she to him seemed to be

One night she caught him watching her window
She closed the curtains as soon as she could
Then she whispered oh to hell with all of this
Ripped open the curtains naked full view stood

Between his and her room a big widest tree
Limbs that formed ever so A highway to cross
She pointed at it as to indicate him to use it
Thinking of my soul I am captain and boss

They spent more time together after that
Than her and her stuffed old teddy bear
Each and every time learning more of each other
Appeared to kept her values plus a few not to share

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Not my fault I wasborn this way
I have been chosen come what may
Me on my horse called Rocket true
The lone stranger here to save you

God means Goodness Over Done
I am sent I'm the one
I wear a mask over my eyes
I have returned but I'm not dumb

I am the greatest yet to be
Sit back and watch you will see
The chosen stranger brave and free
On my horse called Rocket we ride with glee

The lone stranger makes all things right
Although my ego is way out of sight
I'll rid the world of all it's plight
The lone stranger never sleeps dayor night

Singing ... To the dump the dump  the dump dump dump
With Trump the Trump the trump Thump Trump Trump
On his his horse the stump Rocket stump stump stump
Thinks he's God the clump clump clump
Owns the as if world the lump the lump lump lump

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Today I heard my mummy yodel
I never thought she could~
I thought that she never liked that music
But she really sounded good~
So I ran out to listen
And she was laying upon the floor~
With the biggest cockroach upon her dress
That I've ever seen before~
I thought that she'd gone country
And that she changed her mind it's true~
When I got out there she was'nt yodeling
But yelling things that were true blue~
Then she got up and started dancing
Steps I never thought she knew~
Because she could no longer find that cockroach
He must have been effected too~
I thought my mum had gone all country
She sounded pretty good~
I think she should go country
I really wished she would ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright back in 1966
( Just found it on my files )

How he d hold us in his arms so tight
My little sister and I~
Saying softly how much he loved us so
But in his voice we could hear a cry~
His heart it was breaken up
At the same time he was protecten ours~
Our mum was out there somewhere
Breaken all her vows~
So much unselfish love Dad had to give
So much sincere care , stamina and inner strength~
He gave his best to us for life
And to do so went to any length~
He lived and died a dedicated father
He worked hard and long and gave his all~
I dont believe in life that I ll be ever be half the man he was
Before I hear my final call~
How he ever did what it was he did
For us back then alone~
He worked and at the same time
He gave us kids a home~
But thats the way life goes sometimes
And history repeats itself in time
As later on in my married life
I ended up as well raisen mine~
They say that love solves everything
Well Im telling you it dont~
Unless there is two working as one
It never will and wont~.

Terrence michael Sutton
copyright 1960  ( here  2018 )

IT'S YOU I WANT WITH ME .. ( Was asong I'd written )
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When the burch trees down the lane of old
Lose their leaves as they turn gold
And the wind it blows as winter unfolds
Its you I want with me~
When the seasons are all changing
And the landscapes are rearranging
Most of our friends are strangers
Its you I want with me~
When crystal diamonds of frozen dew
Hang from the burch trees icey blue
And smoke now drifts from our stove flue
Its you I want with me~
When wild bush orchards purple and cream
Grow again along our favourite stream
And the yellow daisies in the sunlight beam
Its you I want with me~
When the valey shadows help form the coming night
And only the moon on high provides some light
And I need someone just to hold me tight
Its you I want with me~
When the burch trees full again piece the sky
And birds within them sing and sigh
And to leave this place Id rather die
Its you I want with me~
When again the mountains show backdrop of winters cold
And the icey blue snow again covers them so bold
And that distant bell in fresh breezes told
Its you I want with me~
And when autumn time once more has been and gone
And seasons return that Ive missed so long
And all the while my heart yerns for your song
Its you I want with me~
Its only you I want with me my love
And for your love I thank God above
We vowed for life as does the dove
Its you I want with me~

Terrence Michael Sutton
original copyright 1969 ..

In this life of endless  allusions
Not all is as it doesappear~
We ever so often are fooled by what we see
Often don't see a problem till it gets too near~

Often the most beautiful fish in the ocean
Is sometimes ever so deadly and take a life that be~
The most beautiful woman , The most handsome man
Could well be your worst in life destiny~

The prettiest clouds often bring rain and snow
The loveliest flowers somethings can sting one so~
The most attractive looking car can have a bad motor
What's on the outside can't count you should know~

What counts is what is and lives deeply within
That is actually honestly what is that be~
Taking the trouble to learn to look deeper within
Is the only way to find real true reality~

Gold is ever so they say valuable they say
But it has to be dug for to find it there~
Values,love,character,kindness and integrity
Are not in life easy to find anywhere~

One has to learn to look deeply within
Strive to find the good of a soul deeply inside~
And with doing so one can also find a love
That once found you will treasure with such pride~

All these good things within are priceless
No amount of money can buy them ever it's true~
Learn to always look deeper within a soul
For the prizes are all waiting there for you~

You will save so many un needed stresses of life
You get your life more firmly upon life's longest track~
You well could know a love blessed by the stars above
And for you there could be no looking back~

But whats on the outside don't really count that much
As what counts is more so very deeper within~
If you learn to look deeper you road won't become steeper
And happiness and oeace of mind you could win~


Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

She Was ... MY MOTHER
A woman I once Knew ..
(TRUE but a song written as sung)

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

( BUT I LOVED HER )

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988.

Away back in times of Rudolf Valentino
And even a long time before that too
There were those who loved to give love
And those who loved knowing it true

Many often waited for him to call in
At all hours of empty nights that be
He simply knew when to as if appear
And love it flowed so ever then so free

Many were wealthy others not so in life
Money had little to do with it back then
Making love it was thus more appreciated
In times gone by ever long ago back when

When a real man was one who knew how
And some women were then all woman still
Before several things closed minds and hearts
Those times gone return might just never will

Closed minds easier to as if own the soul
Open minds live to all they can ever be
Now most are afaraid to be all they are
Now most will never know the feeling free

Men are now in life mostly still little boys
Women not all they were created anymore
Most think all thats only in movies made
When in reality thats all just dreams for sure

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

THE REASON WE ARE THIS TIME

The reason we are at all this time
Is to learn all of it all we can
Oppersties needed to provide choices
All meant to be not instructed by man

Every ounce of a woman so meant to be
Men will always be what they were born
Little boys untill the sun don't shine
Like weeds growing in a most perfect lawn

Ego is developed to give them courage
And to let them feel they all in all true
But when a little boys become a real man
He'll say without a woman what would we do

A liitle girl is born with the very right
To have a mind of her very own deep within
No man has the right to invent a lying word
In order to cotrole they long ago named sin

All started long ago when man created a story
Of Adam and Eve as to have hinself feel grand
And all the while no disrespect he's failed
As man on earth just another grain of sand

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

I looking out my kitchen window
Theres a cool breeze in the trees
All the flowers are all on display
As all moves ever gently with ease

The valley below is waking as well
As mountain shadows fade as I tell
Natures in a good mood all is so right
The only thing moving a leaf it just fell

A robins in flutter among branches near
Another day ever beautiful today for sure
Peace of mind all around me all so still
Rays of sunshine gently lighting my door

I wish so the world could feel as I now do
But their woe hopefully will not last true
Soon bacon and eggs a hot cup of black tea
I'll enjoy ever so and let this beautiful day be

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018