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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

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

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

( This is another piece I so admire but is
             Older than any could imagine ,,
                 Author Unknown )
The man who knows not
But knows not that he knows not
Is a fool ....Shun him~
The man who knows not
And knows he knows not
Is a student ...... teach him~
The man who knows
But knows not that he knows
Is asleep ..... awaken him~
But the man who knows
And knows that he knows
Is a teacher.......Learn from him~

Author Unknown..

Birds they fly as one in the sky
Bees they all work so hard as one
Nature has such respect for all
And look back what have we done

Ants are 75% of all living things
They move higher if rains on the way
We are so insignificant among all
Yet we remain so above ourselves to say

Turning our backs on all positives that be
All things beautiful we should be thankful so
And here we are earths most disructive force
Upon earth above all thats there to know

Earth our only home to at all call our own
Life being the only teacher to learn at all
With closed minds humans how we insist
We are all knowing natures every call

We should be able to see how wrong we are
Nature is not all that impressed getting worse
Our future is up a dry creek in a broken boat
Without a coin left in our as if human purse

We blame climate change and it goes on
Is the human race that very blind
Compred to all other living things on earth
We have placed ourselves so very far behind

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

AS BREEZES  BLOW

We live our lives like bees in hives
We do our best trying to work as one
While trying to as well ourselves to tell
Life at times seems all work little fun

The only one that needs to feel whats real
Is after all lifes reasons said and done
Is nobody other than you alone in learning
From birth through life till last of setting sun

Doing best to pass each and every lifelong test
Knowing after all its only you to look back
One gives ones self education via choices
Ending lifes happiness strife later up the track

Comes a time a rest a little wine a moment fine
To gather thoughts ans some peace of mind
To even be loved a little more with love sublime
And if possible to ones self be just a little kind

As its true time only exists on earth be old or new
And learning is all choices come what ever may
There is no race only your time to thus embrace
All things in moderation not all work or not all play

The greatest positive crust the only one you can trust
As they will never in life ever possible to lie to you
Is your own soul within your personal vibes to begin
And they alone will I find always see you through

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

So much love for poetry
Comes first with that story read~
When one was all cuddled up
Snug and warn within ones bed~
A baby small' a room down the hall
Story read before to sleep~
All in rhyme' a story fine
Then off to count the sheep~
Away back then , I still remember when
My first story of poetry~
Lessons learned as candles burned
From a story read to me~
Since that time how I loved rhyme
The way that it would flow~
Explaining things in life that be
In the most beautiful way I know~
It gave one a special view
Of things most everybody sees~
Of all the things that life it brings
Like the birds and clouds and breeze~
Away back then , I remember when
That first book that was read to me-
When I first learned as candles burned
The love of poetry~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Weve all met our share of them
They stand out just like a tower
And when they do as they do so well
Has me feel I need a good long shower

I am one born anable to lie
At times I wished I could
I can be your best ever friend
Insist I'm solid as hard wood

Guess I've got no tollerance
For those that lie so ver easy
Its in their eyes truth or lies
Not clean but rather greasy

Believing I'll believe them so
Believe I have the ability to know
Women more honest at any time
They follow their vibes its so

Around a lier I feel so insulted
That they know me so little true
They'd not waste their time on me
If only this they ever really knew

But they aren't telling me a lie
Its them that lie to ones self  it so
Thinking nobodies able to tell
When they lie so easy it'll show

When they lie so easy automaticly
Thinking every ones a living fool
I feel sorry for them not knowing
Humans that'd make a better mule

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

I had nothing of the likes upon my mind
When she knocked upon my souls door
Without words or song as if she belong
She drew a place within my soul for sure

Feeling to me as if both souls they agree
Bringing needed things in life to learn
A little heaven a little hell contentment too
Allowing the candle of experience to burn

Her eyes deeper than the depths of oceans
Where all of life swam without any care
And an ability to look within a soul
And likewise see everything that was there

As if a soul depth magnet so meant to be
As if both souls had planned this being
With both being the captains of their souls
Proving love is blind at times souls agreeing


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Away out in a bush camp once
Sitting around the fire
Girls and boys and a few helpers
Singing country songs like a quire

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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All that and more ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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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

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyrighted 1979

  ( To date nobody wanted to sing it .. Still don't )

We live our lives doing always as taught
Following a given from birth set of rules
And only few ever do wander from there
Never activate wildest sensations like mules

Comes a time a little extra wine a stop over
During a longest flight a night time to bight
A place that you've never been in life before
Alone you thought to sleep some over night

Another passenger doing same time to blame
Says want to **** an hour or two no fun alone
Strangers but pleasant company who knows
You attend making yourself  next door at home

The whole trip  being a weary one now half way
Each knowing not of the other not that caring
A little wine with nicest things to enjoy chewing
You think time for a little time out a little sharing

Who's to tell there to enjoy not in any way dwell
Relaxation needed time to pass no explanation
Taking advantage of what could be a chance divine
What the hell could just be your wildest sensation

Proving to be as a volcano lava running ever slow
All vibrating as an earthquake poetry in motion
Allowing a stop over to be all of that and more
A time to move in the timing of swells on ocean

One's wildest sensation presenting it's self slowly
And being all you imagined it to be and even more
Still to get a good nights sleep after all said and done
A personal best stop over like waves washing the shore


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Generally Speaking .. It's a concern ..
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE ALMOST TOTALLY CONTROLLED

Filipino's are the most beautiful people but in life
Filipino's assume a lot as it is a lot of the time..
They don't seem to always deeply consider things
As sadly religion fills so very much of their mind..
With most of their growing years doing as told
Never it seems they question but have faith always..
Thus not ever seeming to be all in full control of all
But leaving so much of life to the one they praise..
Their IQ often becomes daunted generally speaking
Thinking God will save all in life upon any given day..
Not one on this earth has ever had any proof at all
Of the very one they spend so much of life to pray..
They very often assume what is the case in any case
Seeming not being mostly all that they could in fact be..
As they have ever so been taught since day one to obey
With this harness on they feel that still they are free..
Much like riding down hill on a bike without any pads
They are all told sorry no contraception allowed for you..
And yet so many lives are over before they've begun
Children carrying children and having babies sadly true..
Beautiful people under a weight they could live without
Remaining faithful to the cause of life's woe since day one..
Reality naturally cries out to them for love in the making
And it's the girls that end up with wrecked lives done..
Boys just making sure their bits and pieces all work fine
While the young girls so oftenly young singing a baby song..
Filipino's always blame anything but the religion followed
Being brainwashed that God would not could not be wrong..
And yet they all live in a country full of death and crime
How all the time they could be singing more of life's song..
While every single piece of their anatomy and mind and soul
Being the gift of their very birth and being born all along..
And still religion holds this and them with emotional blackmail
With them obeying all religion endlessly in life right through..
Without them being allowed contraception even schoolgirls up
With them if they don't know they simply assume that they do..
Religion it's been a sham since it seems forever and a crime
Professing to assume that God in the name of God by man..
And here not we have a country full of brilliance woefully bound
And all doing their best under this lie this weight best they can..
This being now generations of same closed minds is slavery
Easyie to controle and donate to the wealthies business tax free
I always followed the one they call Jesus who died at eighty five
In Kashmir studying buddism never had a religion that be
He knew where we go to but it's above human I Q to know
Instead of the simplicity of lovin one another religious say so
I'm not here to teach instruct advise nor save a single soul
But after this class it's the same for all the same way we all go

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016

BEEN A REAL GREAT WEEK

Oh its been a one of them great weeks
Downloading anti virus all the time
Then deliting them too full of b-sh..t
Their vows anything anywhere near divine

They all seem to be so like Micro-soft
I bought and paid for this computer true
I paid for windows as well cost me heaps
They think its theirs fingers up for you

Collecting data all the time google as well
Won't be long and windows goes with the rest
Getting sick of all their data games and lies
None of them could pass a grade five test

Almost had it and I mostly search private
To get a little peace of mind if I ever can
They hire more hackers than football backers
Crimes committed by them on personal at hand

Another anti virus down the right royal tube
Had it up to here and sick and tied as well
Their sales teams should go and ger a real job
Far as I'm concerned they all can go to hell

I'M TOO OLD FOR THIS SH........T

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Believe It Or not ,, This happened ,,
     In all honesty ..And in Gods name .

When you have experienced something
That was for you alone to learn that time~
And the lessons that you then received
Would make others feel less stressful and so fine~
Then you get the feeling that you should tell
But you know they'd not believe~
What it was you saw in all reality
And they think a story you now weave~
But so help me not all that long ago
Nine years after she was in fact dead~
My mother decided to just turn up one night
Right at the very foot of my bed~
She appeared in full size its true
And simply spoke my name~
As if to hear the sound of it
And to move at all I wasn't game~
She was there for a good thirty seconds
And just as I saw her last~
She always told she'd be back
And of course then I too laughed~
I rang my sister right away that early morn
And she replied happy birthday to me~
Then it all became a reality
Knowing what I really then did see~
It was my birthday this was true
And mum turned up right then and there~
On the same day Tuesday that I was born
And the same date and birth time I swear~
As I was born at two thirty in the dawn
And on a Tuesday too~
Upon the date the second of June
In all honesty I'm now telling you~
The reason I am writing this
Is so I can say that I have told~
Everyone who has lost someone they love
The body dies but never does the soul~
I'm no fanatic in these kind of things
But seeing is all the proof I need to know~
That there is way more to this life my friends
Long after we die and seem to go~
So just know within as I do too
This is just one very small class in time~
In the biggest school of learning ever
And believe me .. They all are doing fine ~..

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2004

Believe It Or not ,, This happened ,,
     In all honesty ..So help me .. .


When you have experienced something
That was for you alone to learn that time~
And the lessons that you then received
Would make others feel less stressful and so fine~
Then you get the feeling that you should tell
But you know they'd not believe~
What it was you saw in all reality
And they think a story you now weave~
But so help me not all that long ago
Nine years after she was in fact dead~
My mother decided to just turn up one night
Right at the very foot of my bed~
She appeared in full size its true
And simply spoke my name~
As if to hear the sound of it
And to move at all I wasn't game~
She was there for a good thirty seconds
And just as I saw her last~
She always told she'd be back
And of course then I too laughed~
I rang my sister right away that early morn
And she replied happy birthday to me~
Then it all became a reality
Knowing what I really then did see~
It was my birthday this was true
And mum turned up right then and there~
On the same day Tuesday that I was born
And the same date and birth time I swear~
As I was born at two thirty in the dawn
And on a Tuesday too~
Upon the date the second of June
In all honesty I'm now telling you~
The reason I am writing this
Is so I can say that I have told~
Everyone who has lost someone they love
The body dies but never does the soul~
I'm no fanatic in these kind of things
But seeing is all the proof I need to know~
That there is way more to this life my friends
Long after we die and seem to go~
So just know within as I do too
This is just one very small class in time~
In the biggest school of learning ever
And believe me .. They all are doing fine ~..

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Believe It Or not ,, This happened ,,
     In all honesty ..And in Gods name .

When you have experienced something
That was for you alone to learn that time~
And the lessons that you then received
Would make others feel less stressful and so fine~
Then you get the feeling that you should tell
But you know they'd not believe~
What it was you saw in all reality
And they think a story you now weave~
But so help me not all that long ago
Nine years after she was in fact dead~
My mother decided to just turn up one night
Right at the very foot of my bed~
She appeared in full size its true
And she simply spoke my name~
As if to hear the sound of it
And to move at all then I wasn't game~
She was there for a good thirty seconds
And just as I saw her last~
She always told me she'd be back
And of course then I too laughed~
I rang my sister right away that early morn
And she replied then happy birthday to me~
Then it all became a reality
Knowing what I really then did see~
It was my birthday this was true
And mum turned up right then and there~
On the same day Tuesday that I was born
And the same date and birth time I swear~
As I was born at two thirty in the dawn
And on a Tuesday too~
Upon the date the second of June
In all honesty I'm now telling you~
The reason I am writing this
Is so I can say that I have told~
Everyone who has lost someone they love
The body dies but never does the soul~
I'm no fanatic in these kind of things
But seeing is all the proof I need to know~
That there is way more to this life my friends
Long after we die and seem to go~
So just know within as I do now too
This is just one very small class in time~
In the biggest school of learning ever
And believe me .. They all are doing fine ~..

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2004

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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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

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

When I was sixteen I wrote poetry to voice
Feelings I had deeply within
Poetry the voice of the soul it used me well
And thus writing poetry then begin

Poetry is a powerful tool and voices life
It allows all trapped within out to hear
It is of love and of woe happiness and strife

It's often saved my life and others as well
It's songs and words dance in feelings many
Open minds hearts and soulsto know life
It's a balm to help one and all and any

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Normal lad such energy he had
The girl next door was the same
Not much to do weekends true
And gone had not long the rain

Twenty five fruit trees we had
Up back all full and nice and ripe
It was right up that tree filling up
On the best fruit after a rub wipe

Looking down the girl next door
Laying on the ground on her back
Throw me down a few if you'd do
I can take a few home in my sack

From up there he saw a lot more
Under that dress nothing at all
He for the first time lost appertite
And shook the tree as fruit to fall

I guess for the first time she thought
It must have been time to thus explore
As she stretched the fruit she fetched
He could see something he did adore

The grass below was long you know
As she lay there as if in a little nest
So he climbed down to the ground
Thus to investigate more so at best

Twas then he first found on the ground
A fruit he's never in his life yet tasted
Ever soft deep and round on the ground
And enjoying it not a minute wasted

He felt that she had thought about this
And that she had long decide to act
And from that day come was may
He found better fruit on ground a fact

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Boys here where I live are a protected species
Even long after they are supposed to be men
Generally this is how it is so much of the time
Six foot tall new cars gym loving until when

A lot still acting like teenagers though grown
Not generally changing much at all it seems
A lot have wives and families but game loving
Still chasing  as it is many teenage as if dreams

A lot from getting a girl pregnant at school
The reason so many ***** mothers all over
And even if ever married with children a few
They still love that world of as if teenage clover

Wives work run homes raise children accountants
Having given often up their girlish life long ago
Learning when a woman marries a man so often
She adopts another son as ever so many know

Shes still got housework child care you name it
He's the as if man that stuff he feels unbecoming
Ever so many girls now wives and as well mothers
She marches to his rule  he does the drumming

Boys will always as it is gennerally be boys often
While still catering to this extra as if husdand son
Women still today in many a way come what may
Are still second place forget the vows over and done


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

Cant go back and change things
As life don't work that way~
We all reminisce of back when
Past times and bygone days~

And we try as some times we all do
To have a go to make things right~
And we often feel its impossible
When we go back in dreams at night~

We cant go back and change things
No matter how hard we try~
To make it how we wished it was
Not until the day we die~

The future is the only way
We can make up for the past~
To build a firm tomorrow
One that will always last~

But we cant go back and change things
It simply cannot be~
Getting on with life to come
Will only ever set us free~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988

In this life with woes joys and strife
You cannot tell others how to live
Kept prisoner by your values in life
All one can do is best to give
Even if ones your wife in life
She's one thinking your another true
If she is none sexually loving and you are
All one can give is honesty through
Never been a cheater never lied
You've kept no secrets of how you feel
But she's one way your another way
As far as needing love for even moments real
Years of empty emotion and loving care
Although you love her for being who she chooses
You might be feeling somewhat finding life hard
An 80 .. 20 % marriage some wins some loses
Your friends think at times your hard
Any other man gone long ago by now so true
But you've never been a quitter at any time
And have always seen the hard times through
A good woman but stubborn as a rock wall
Thats just the way things are unblessed
But thats the way it is for you in life
Might be a greater test in life confessed
But lonely you feel so in life as is
Many think your fault is only yours
Always been a good man kind genouress
Theres walls but there is not any doors
All she has you gave her always did
Between a rock and a hard place are you
Someone up there want me on my knees
Wasting their time its true
You can't tell others how to live their life
Selfish I've never ever been
Only ever been a giver as best I can
Sadly my fault is how I'm seen

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

How I could feel the gates of heaven open
So new So fresh so ever lovingly soft
Like a fog so damp as it eased without cramp
As I found my way as if to an angels loft
I felt the greatest feeling of approval
And an angel clutched my hand just so
As if we two how we flew to uncharted stars
A strongest grip as to as if never let go
It was as if the swell upon the deepest ocean
A feeling of a glow from moon and sun as one
Rising and setting over and over once again
A feeling of as if a new world had just begun
Time it seemed as if the longest time to be
Like holding hands we sailed into deepest space
And as well a slow motion I've never known
With the changing emotion glowing upon your face
A pleasure of experiencing something ever new
A complete feeling of taking even the breath away
All of ecstasy it self could never before be
As one until the very dimmest light of day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016

Contradictions of life how they exist today
At home the garden flowers bloom the same way
In another place two as if country heads
Another game of monopoly how they play

Both not all that brighter than the others gloom
At home peace of mind seems running out of room
Common sense it needs a brand new as if broom
While two play “I'm king Of The Castle “ sun and moon

Totally confused the normal live each new day
Doing things as always the same old way
Politics crazy the religious waste time and pray
Like as if the one they call Jesus comes yells HEY

Every day at home its trying to make ends
While these two debate I dance better than you
The world I myself feel better without them true
While all religion plays the same song right through

The earth has been wiped clean five times before
And here are these two trying to open yet another door
Common sense I don't know which one has more
At home the normal peace of mind adore

So simple it would be the entire world all as one
But greed and wealth and stupidity lives moon and sun
Not a soul upon earth was not born and wll die when done
And all they destroy and as if collect they take none

So here at home the meek they live each day
Wishing religious political madness would just go away
The contradictions of life all their games play
At home just another beautiful thus far Monday

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Oh my heart asks does it matter
That we are making love as one
I've never met you before ever
I've never met this new day begun

All we know is we love the moment
And the birth of this wonderful new day
Making every moment this time as one
All it deserves to be made every way

Does it really matter as in life giving all
Treasuring this moment as leaves fall
As our hearts beat as one does it matter
That love climbs every mountain every call

It matters not as we love without any regret
A new day a dawn a magic moment ours alone
That we are creating love as never before created
Loving each other does it matter love is our home

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

DOWN DEEP IN THE GARDEN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

EASY  COME  EASY  GO

You know the age old stories told of life
The old easy come easy go one true
If things look too good to be true one
The old trust me would I lie to you

To date its all been deals on wheels
Nothing's really changed that much at all
One trying to play I'm the king of the castle
Another wants sanctions lifted writing on wall

War games now told not to be give me a break
Imaginations of plans unknown becoming scary
And I feel give some a free run as it seems
Starting to look a little the spider and Mary

Sure the world needs an end to wars and peace
Tell me the first or last time this was the case
The earth destroyed 5 times before now this
So many now less interested in earth than space

Well its all a game of monopoly wealth and greed
Endless damage to earth and billions daily dying
Children suffering worse than abuse each day
And endless fed up to the neck of trying

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

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

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

Ever still the billabong
As tranquill grasses move~
Seed falls from overhanging tree
In still water rings spread in circled groove~
Wider and yet wider still
A small duck has seen it all before~
As ripples travel out of sight
Till they don't exist there anymore~
No body will ever know on earth
That this seed in billabong it fell~
Forgotten soon under palest daytime moon
Those that saw it forgot as well~
Just a smallest frame of happening
In a second in a day~
Away out back in a billabong
But nature it will have its way~
So many of earths smallest things
Go un noticed in our time~
But to me this was as important as
And I felt should be put to rhyme~
All the tiny smallest little things
That happen every day~
Are to me as important as
Anything on earth that might occur here come what may~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007