Long ago I got on the road
The world my back yard
Started traveling all over
Met many a poetic bard

Learned the ways of people
Writing of it all on the way
Have poems not on computer
Wrote sold songs sing lots today

Writer of book songs poetry too
Heaps still in boxes from back when
Seen many places met endless souls
Loved it all how I did back then

A traveler becomes a deciple of wisdom
But generations many have faded away
Even Jesus studied Bhudism in Kashmir
Was eighty five when he died there one day

Religious I found time wasters collectors
Of unknowing souls never dying on a cross
All comes down to wealth greed organized
No problems karma will be their loss

After all said and done all were just families
Those who were the captains of their soul
All much the same as all families were then
Since earliest days away back times of old

There was as if a unuversal language then
But since that time minds closed so tight
Soul slavery became a hundred years later
Writing bibles mans word not gods so right

I saw lands oceans seas mountains valleys
Ships made from straw camels horses too
Was so many ways to travel had they then
Country to country all under skies of blue

But now those times are over gone for good
As generations passed stories changed true
People all were just that people minds open
Greed and wealth lies written more than a few

We are all here to only learn oppasites choices
Like knowing right from wrong left and right
If you know them you don't need religions
A new born baby knows them day and night

If one cannot do a good turn one don't do bad
Treating others as you'd have them treat you
If it wasn't for a good samariton doing likewise
The story wouldn't be the one they call true

Simplicity I love that word its right up there
My insignificance in life my own invisability
One can't walk both side of a barbed wire fence
At the same time choices have to be made agree

I'm older than so many right now no regrets
Learned more than most would believe true
Almost finished this class schooling so be it
But old souls I adore each one of you

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Knocky knocky on my door
Oh I thought who can that be
I open it and then did the splits
She stood there naked as a tree

Saying you told me to come over
Whenever  I had nothing on
As it is I'm home and all alone
I know you've lived alone so long

Trying to find a look on my face
Different from the one I had on
Are you going to invite me in
I could hear again that old song

Yes come in its late and chilly some
Goose bumps the size of snow peas
I took off my jacket gave it to her
The next thing I just had to sneeze

Made herself a little cozy on lounge
Oh would you like a glass of wine
Not far away there was a case full
Life at times can be simply fine

I put on an old song I used to sing
As if it was waiting for this very night
Poured the wine she said warm in here
T V then off and out the only light

My mother had gone home yesterday
Saying way to boring here for me
Why don't you find something to do
I had no option then but to agree

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Vanities gone crazy humans of the rails
So many thinking they steer their fate
Endless living according to mans book
Closed minds with locked doors too late

Saving themselves because of holy lies
The reality of  any perfection  not known
To one day be bitter blame all for same
Deaf to all even every wind re love blown

So many forms of foolishness and living dead
They cannot except stupidity must be fed
Only to look back on life with regret and dred
Knowing soon they'll lay in a headstoned bed

So many different forms of foolishness live
We only ever get back what in life we do
Like buying a new car locking it in a shed
It very soon ages not worth one rusty *****

So many out there would die to be them
While so many forms of foolishness dream
To eventually realize their closed minds
Have missed all running water in lifes stream

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terrence michael sutton  
copyright  2018

Looking Within

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1988 . ( 2018 )

LOVE  A  WOMAN

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Living in a country where most have not a clue
That there's a difference between emotions..
So grossly most controlled by religion as if
Their's an emotionally difference as oceans..

There's so many that I love not in love with
Others I'm in love with in my very own way..
I was born psychic and can as well look within
And see what lives in there come what may..

So tied of having to explain myself to many
Them thinking I should tell them of all of me..
When I don't know anything about themselves
Their own life's secrets hidden and not free..

Whatever I am is for myself to know in life
As long as my intentions are decent with respect..
If they have to at all know all of me then ask away
My integrity honesty open mind easy to detect..

So many in the Philippines have become religious
Hypocrites without knowing that as well it's true..
I do not follow any religion I captain my own soul
And have done always in life and as well in life I do..

To all these that have to know mind your business
Until I've done something wrong and I don't it's so..
I know right from wrong good and bad so to them
The ******* has a job to do if they need to know..

Tell me all your thoughts feelings within your soul
In life first or is that some kind of religious hex..
I only answer to myself not stuffed minds or religion
Learn the difference between love being in love and ***..

Mostly like a woman yesterday asked myself about myself
Her being herself who in life never had a single idea of love..
I gave someone I adore a hug and this women's lonely mind
With only her fantasy of God had to speak as if God above..

The audacity of this unknowing person way less my age in life
Thinking all men are one in thought looking at her I understand..
The kind of male I suppose she knew in life over her time
I feel resembled a grub and not that of a decent kind of man..

The young soul that I hugged so she knew who I was within
And rushed out to hug me as well with loving sincerity true..
And I hugged her as she is charismatically within so innocent
The older woman almost had a heart attack not having a clue..

They don't know me I not them these holey hypocrites that be
Yet over their lives they've done things that'd set fire to a tree..
So fed up them me at my age now thinking I was born yesterday
Not knowing love or being in love maybe *** a trinity that be..

Thank goodness they'er not all the same but ever so many seems
I have an open mind and values many if I had four wives up to me..
Stuff the religious owned souls get an education about here and now
I only answer to myself not them to be myself I'll always be..

My business is my business I always walked the very line
I'm a better person than most of them ever hope to be..
So if you think I owe any or you an explanation of myself
Take my ******* and go climb back up your tree..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2016

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
aussiepoet

Magic moments are made of
The most simple times and things~
Oh how wonderful it is its so
What a magic moment brings~
Takes your very breath away
Gives your feet such flight~
Causes your heart to miss a beat
Nomatter day or night~
Magic moments are the very highs
In our lives to fight the lows~
Magic moments are the strings of love
And our heartstrings are the bows~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Magic moments are made of
The most simple times and things~
Oh how wonderful it is its so
What a magic moment brings~
Takes your very breath away
Gives your feet such flight~
Causes your heart to miss a beat
No matter day or night~
Magic moments are the very highs
In our lives to fight the lows~
Magic moments are the strings of love
And our heartstrings are the bows~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988. ( 2018 )

IT  WAS  GOING  TO  BE  ONE  OF  THOSE  DAYS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Its been the way its been for simply years
Man responsible for everyones tears
Hes the man the one without fears
His debt to earth so deep in arrears

Now we have one more to as if save all
Without any idea of a coming fall
Its heartbreaking all his own call
Already shown life the door end of hall

To know look back far and our now
And the answer of future is mans sow
I'd give my life to be wrong this I vow
Its just a matter of time as it will allow

So many deciples follow them in a line
Earth could have been forever so divine
Religions and man playing god ever fine
Earth five times destroyed sixth unsublime

The meek will inherit earth words of man
Speaking for god as man works his plan
Wealth and greed his heart all demand
Soon once more earths fire burning sand

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terrence michael sutton  
copyright 2018

Man on earth has way more to learn
Though sadly he has no respect for life
Hes killed more than any can imagine
Hes the reason for all todays strife

If hes so all knowing on our earth
Why did God give him a woman true
Without one he is rendered useless
Alone he'd never make it through

Created with an ego larger than earth
He wrote bibles on that as well alone
With him being as hes always been
His heart unknowingly created of stone

Not all are like him thank goodness
But those of endless ego rule the earth
He simply cannot see for the life of me
Realize compare to woman hes little worth

When the garbage hits the fan one day
Man has another lesson thus to learn
Woman will be the last of the human race
To survive on earth his ego thus to burn

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Long ago the earth a burning ball
Cooled as nature works with time
Slowly nature forming changes here
Endless unknown changes ever fine

Over such a time nature had its way
Man the lesser life form thus to be
Slowly man imagined he was more
Developing his inbuilt within ordacity

All else enjoyed all of natures gifts
Exepting all that nature it had done
Man began thinking he knew better
Making his own changes since he begun

The more he grew the more changes too
Not aware of damages he was doing so
Having endless natures gifts lessened
Feeling better than nature he'd know

All this time later he now blames nature
For so much more with vivid imagination
Now as well dare I tell his own karma
Has arrived as man has failed examination

terrence michael sutton    
copyright  2018

If we did not learn our maths
We would be in trouble deep~
We would not be able to count our fingers
Or even sheep when we go to asleep~
We would not be able to measure
Or weigh anything on scales~
We would not know the size of our shoes
And we'd not know the length of whales~
We would not know how fast to safetly drive
Or how to tell the time~
We would not even know our age
Or how to count these words of rhyme~
So we all need our mathas we do
Almost every hour every day~
We really need to know our maths
In just so many ways~

Terrence Michael sutton
Copyright 1988

Written and dedicated to one of my daughters ..
Of whom I am ever so proud ..

Earth has always had it's earthbound angels
I've always known that they were around~
But one has to just be so very lucky in life
To actually find a real one on the ground~
A beautiful soul with so much charisma
Eyes that would steal away ones heart~
A personality ever so magnetic and sublime
A dear friend to all right from the start~
Her very smile one could never forget
A heart of pure gold~
An absolute true earth bound angel
Once only found in days of old~
How she radiates love and values
Has integrity beyond compare~
A true friend to last a lifetime
And such wisdom is always there-
One feels warmth when she appears
Within her eyes one could surely drown~
Always wearing a magnetic smile
An earth bound angel on the ground~
Sincerity simply at its finest
To fault her one could never dare~
Life for her has not been at all easy
Her woes she's so often reluctant to declare-
There's an ability to look within a soul
But she is as humble as a soul can be-
Intellect and knowing lives within her
As silently she tackles all diversity-
This beautiful soul is named Melissa
A mother,a friend to all ever so very caring-
Seldom does she receive what it is she gives
Within her dear heart of love and sharing-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1993

Missing the last bus after show
Deciding to walk on home-
Taxi's all booked up so they say
So it's off towards home alone-
Raining , foggy , shiny streets
Not too many lights that glow-
Streets cobble stones and narrow
Wet from rain and melting snow-
Souls on corners alone they stand
One here one over there-
Alone and backs to walls of brick
In the fog and dampest air-
Looking so like shadows on a wall
Or all trying to do same-
Waiting there for God knows what
There being as if nothing to explain-
Hats all pulled down lower still
Collars way up high-
Coats almost to the ground
All dark and black color of night sky-
One carries onward and forward going
With ears still open wide-
Wondering what they could be doing
As if holding walls up without pride-
Standing there alone in night air
Darkest part of night-
As if trying to be invisible
Or frightened of daylight-
Midnight statues here and there
One soon passes this place-
Of motionless souls of as if stone
All with hidden signs of face-

( a true story )

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A very new to me combination
As the moon lit your body so
Moonlight through yonder window
Had those little bumps all glow

The cool breeze played its melody
As it had the curtains do a dance
And there were you aglow its true
Enjoying all that night as if in trace

I loved this night less worldly plight
Still wet from shower goose bumps they
Were all over the loveliest moon lit form
As you moved so did they move and play

How the moonlight in attic loved you so
As you and goose bumps riggled so in tune
If only you knew how beautiful you looked
Only dressed within the softest light of moon

My heart body and very soul will never forget
You  dressed in moonlight and goose bumps too
All of this in angelic bliss sealed with a kiss
  
I dearly love moonlight and goose bumps now
Its my brand new favorite trend from today
How beautiful you looked dressed in moonlight
And as well moonlit goose bumps again soon I pray

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

POETRY  Is never just poetry
It takes life life have it live
not half doing anything at all
One gets what one does give

What goes around comes around
Effort plays its most sensual part
Two becoming one rhythim and rhyme
From the first ignighting spark

Abandon letting magic moments live
Poetry in action not just words to play
Poetry is love being alive giving ones all
Regardless be it night or be it day

Seductively ever romanticly being ever so
Creating moments only poetry could explain
No to morrows yesterdays only this moment
Making love poeticly nevana without the pain

Having poetry take you to places never been
As feelings of poetic ectasy takes controle
With love loving long forgotten in time
Since poetry was born with love in days of old

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

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

Mother


If you wanted to explain life in one word
There could be no other~
Word tp explain it all
Just softly whisper Mother~
There's lots of things that make up
What we refer to as life~
To number them would be impossible
To even try you d be in strife~
But there's one word that explains it all
To replace it there's no other~
Who could argue with me
When I softly whisper Mother~
Without a mother where on earth would we be
I cannot imagine where~
Without a mother we have no life
Her love beyond compare~
So if you wanted to explain life in one word
There simply could be no other~
Word to explain it all
Just softly whisper Mother~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988.

MUM ALWAYS SAID

My Mum always told me when down within the garden
Never **** or harm the Hornets reason why
The Hornrts **** the Waspsand Wasps **** Bees
If no Bees you've got no garden garden will die

To learn companion growing some together some not
Not all plants get along as one  lots like life
Keep the weeds down they are so greedy taking over
A little work in the garden a lot thus saved strife

When buying a plant in a *** split *** down the side
Cut half an inch off the bottom and plant it that way
When the plant grows larger then you can easily
So easy to just take the *** it was in throw it away

Plants suffer *** to ground shock this way grows better
In the same soil it was in when you bought it first
Dampen it never soak it the plant will tell you
When it is really in need of moisture and has thirst

The best gardens covered with a green mesh high
Lowering the heat on a very hottest type of day
Prevents and protects from heaviest rain pounding
Your plants will thus thank you with a grand display

Bearded Iris and bulb flowers love the morning sun
However they too like shelter from heat later on
You take care of them and they'll thank you no end
As they all thus sing the happiest garden song

When its raining throw Epsom Salts on the lawn
It must be watered in as if not it will burn
And your lawns will then remain an Irish green
Gardens always need your utmost sincere concern

Flowering bushes like Camelias love it as well
Watered in aroung on ground of their roots below
Pansies violets and the likes of those like shade
Beautiful if planted in mass or old barrows its so

Even roses like after noon shelter from heat of sun
Sun and shade many a grand garden has been made
Some things adore the sun and not some others  
Happy plants and flowers always make the grade

Water gardens in the evenings stay wetter longer
Gently not full blast from garden hoses and tap
Geranuims love the sun dawn until day is done
So many colors and fragrents no doubting that


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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 )

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MY FAVORITE FLOWER

My favorite flowere in my garden
Has always been there to be seen
I had so many different colors
To myself ever so supreme

I was never one to ever lift bulbs
I left them to bulb up their way
Over forty different shades on view
Admired so by passers by each day

I dug them up when I first traveled
To many countries just so far away
And gave them to a dedicated gardener
Knowing they'd always be on display

But I miss my vast gardens of exotics
And traveled ever far and wide did I
Wishing I could do it all once more
At least long before I ever die

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

She Was ...

MY MUM ..

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

From her I inherited her clarevoyance
  and it can be a pain in the ar....se )


Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1969  ( here 2018 )

My Friend.. Written by Maxine Lawler

A Poem a young lady wrote about myself
a long time ago ..

He only knew me through the words I wrote
That's how others would only see~
They would not understand the importance
Of what he really means to me~
Dreams are now coming true
Thanks to a distant friend across the miles~
An open mind a caring heart
He makes my world full of smiles~
Ive never really been so very open
Until his letter came that day~
He was like an angel sent
To help me upon my way~
A new found friend a *** of gold
Brighter than the rainbow color~
He's perfection inside my heart
So special like no other~

Written By Maxine Lawler
copyright 1990

( If your out there little one .. I do sincerely
hope that you are still as happy and well )
Your friend Always ..
Terry .

To My True Friend( Author Unknown)


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

This was written in the worst english and had to be sorted out word by word by myself but it is not mine , Just put in my words best I could under the circumstances ,Its a very old piece of work , Author unknown .  
Everyone should copy this frame it and hung in their home..        
Placed here by ..
Terrence Michael Sutton .. aussiepoet .

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

If ladies forgot about all that makup
Lipsticks and all the rest
When Im walking down the street
I can tell you which ones look the best
When a womans got inner charisma
And inner beauty ever so
All shes got to do is smile
And all hearts around they glow
When a womans got natural inner beauty
She dont need makeup at all
She takes care of herself , hair n skin
And for her how hearts they fall
She has confidence and its in her smile
Its in the very way she walks
Its in her eyes and they dont tell lies
Its the way her natural inner beauty talks
If more women spent as more on natural beauty
And looked as natural beauty does upon its own
They for sure would not need make up at all
And they would not need those diets of skin n bone
As they you are what you eat its true in life
And eat you simply in life have to do
All this cat walk skin and bone is going out
And the natural inner beauty will soon shine through
Natural inner beauty wins every single time
I can spot a woman with it a mile away
Inner natural beauty Is naturally more beautiful
And will every time steal every heart away

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2010

Wagon train longest line a few miles a day
Seeking new lives adventure property new home..
Family loaded wagons on long untraveled trails
All together like birds of feather others alone..

So long ago when there was room still to know
Where only oldest tribes had ever been before..
Places endless later came to live and to grow
Miles of open country so many came to adore..

Populating also bringing woe as populating does
Endless land open plains mountains valleys deep..
All the while in natural ways and natures style
Wild flowers grew springs from mountains creep..

All a natural thing nature does bring over a time
The human race new places to embrace at a pace..
Nature has a natural mind of it's own you'll find
Nature God upon earth being one in natural grace..

If all could work with nature many obstacles gone
As everything else does a truth should be known..
As the highest strongest winds there are no sins
Since time began along with nature all have blown..

Nature the creator of our planet all that exists
Yet the human race feels it has a natural say..
All of woe would not be at all for all to know
Creating their own problems as they go each day..

terrence michael sutton  
copyright 2016

Way down by the bluest lake side just me
Warmest sunshine and a gentle breeze
My boat ******* there to dock on line
Shade drifts over waters edge from trees
Sitting in the boat with book and nibbles
As the boat drifts out some on the line
Listening to the music of the ripples under
Dozing there now and then just for a time
Watching the clouds ever so high up above
Many shapes they make in their own design
Thinking of a few times and memories  gone
Upon this spring beautiful lake side divine
Ever so very blue above the highest sky
Birds slowly in formation fly over so very slow
So peaceful down by the spring time lake side
Nature and it's gifts such good company it's so
A smallest ever fish it dives above the glaze
Of the water as if supposed to view and see
As I sit back relaxing within my boat there
Nature and it's many gifts such lovely company.

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

Nature does as nature will
And always has done before~
Doing just the same as it always has
In our future for evermore~
Regardless of the importance of man on earth
Nature simply does not care~
And before we came and after we've gone
Nature on earth will still be there~
Volcanic,weather,earths continual recreation
It's still going on as always back in time~
As it always will forever and until
Despite all of yours and mine~
We are only a small percent upon earth
Of all life upon earth this day~
Humans,animals,plant life and birds
And as well as all else simply come what may~
But nature does as nature will
We've only to keep changing with it to walk along~
Rolling along with what it dishes out
And best we can sing natures song~
God giveth and God takes away
Not many know all of the meaning of his word
To think we can understand all of God
As humans it's absurd~
Earths recreating every single day
It has it's ongoing seasons and as it sees fit~
We have no option but to simply go along
And work the best we can with it~
Nothing much that we can do
To have a say in how it's always been~
And how it will forever be
Nature to earth is both it's own king and queen ~
We only can look as far ahead
With consideration in looking back~
And if we can see far enough ahead
We could all be safe and well up the track~
For all that know how to look ahead
And know nature it does not simply care~
And if we keep in mind that we are all in all
Way up the track we might just still be there~
But nature does as nature will
It's always been just the same~
Nature simply pleases it's self
And plays it's own seasonal long term game ~
The entire earth destroyed six times to date
The last meteorites ever large wiped it clean ~
As it re-newed cooled millions of years later
Climate change was born again to be seen~
  
Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Seeds from afar ride natures winds
Of ever so many a kind as one
Wild flower seeds among the exotic
During windy nights during days of sun

From where it blows to just where it goes
Seeds immigrating where ever thus to fall
Spreading beauty far and wide this way
All being subject to natures natural call

From mountain ocean shore valleys too
Growing often thus being as one together
Constant changing gardens of life on earth
Within natures imaginative different weather

Nature provide the showers as each adapts
Grows a beautiful flowers before never seen
Each now becoming one learning to survive
Often another gift of nature ever so supreme

Later it too has seeds that spread as they did
Later academics give it the steangest name
Without the slightest idea of its originality
As by this all knowing academics claim

terrence michael sutton    
copyright  2018

Way down in a shadey 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

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


Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2008

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

All the answers to questions asked
Nature has them all upon view-
Every direction ' choices to be made
Nature naturally portrays them all for you-

Natures vows , then .. Where and How
Even the clouds tell of the future too-
The oceans and seas tell of destiny-
Wisdom from all of living nature true-

The trees they all tell of past and future
As do the grasses upon the plain-
Wisdom rides upon every wind and breeze
So much to learn from snow and rain-

All upon earth with natural worth
There's answers to questions that be-
All are there beyond compare to view
If only all could both read listen and see-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

One day exploring I came across a soul
About as famous as one could in life be
Alone as that what she wished at the tie
To escape the prying eyes and to feel free

After talking just awhile trust was born
And with my vow never to mention a name
I spent the longest time knowing her
The full moon shone the dawn sun the same

Longer deeper trusting honesty became one
Just so to be themselves first time in ages
Almost impossible for them not to be so
Famours but lonely personal book many pages

To relax undress disguise by candle and fire
Simply to be with another no autographs desire
Not young deeply sublime a soul became the cryer
Abandon trust release of feelings in public brier

My word remains as is still untill I one day die
A soul so very known yet lonely as could ever be
To love such a precious gem as I did back when
To have known the release love as deep as the sea

terrence michael sutton
copyrght 2018

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018