When ever I had a problem
That to me did not make sense~
And I wanted to be away from it
In my mind I imagined a fence~
When I decided I wanted to put it behind me
I then climbed that fence in my mind~
And then the further I walked away from it
The further the problem and the fence was behind~
The further away from the problem and the fence was I
The more confident I then became
Then the more I had made up my mind
Never to return again~
I kept that fence handy in my mind
To separate things that were not best for me~
And it always remained there within my mind
To have myself from these things free ~

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

I was watching him from up on high
As he was reeling in a fish So big-
As he reeled it in how he danced
Doing a happy fisherman's type jig-
A biggest wave came out of the blue
And left him standing there in shock-
As wet as wet as a fisherman could be
Like a half drowned **** upon a rock-
He had hooked that big fish dreamed about
But it took off then and swam away-
And thanks to that great big wave
It took his rod and reel upon that day-
He then picked up his fishing box
Yelling hey you'll need this to-
No good of taking half of it ya ==++**
And into the ocean it then he threw-
Stomping back up the rocky *****
And saying things I'd not repeat on here-
He headed off back to his car and yelled
At the fish shop I'll not need that gear-
So if you ever catch the biggest fish
And it has it's own rod and reel on the day-
Just thank your lucky stars my friend
But make sure that it don't just get away-

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

I saw a little bunny , It looked so funny
As it hopped around in the morn~
The grass was wet , I got as close as I could get
So very early in the dawn~
It was only a baby , All alone and maybe
It could have lost its way~
I wished there all alone I could take it home
It looked so all alone that day~
I then stood where I sat and it saw my hat
And hopped further and further away~
No more was the bunny that looked so funny
No more did the funny bunny play~
Its eyes were big , Its ears were long
Its tail a little ball of fluff~
It had cute little feet so short and so neat
And its coat was as furry as a buff~
It hopped all around without a sound
As it played there in the early morn~
The grass was so wet , I got as close as I could get
So very early in the dawn~
A rather fat little bunny that looked so funny
Oh , I never will forget~
The very way I saw it play
How Id love one for a pet~  

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1982

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007
A TRUE STORY

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

Away up the top  in Australia
Simply days drive from anywhere at all~
We were camped on the side of a river bank
Not far from a wet season water fall~
Running outa food to some extent
I assured them we were fine~
That I as camp cook had enough to last us
And tonight as usual we were gonna dine~
We were up there on a top end fishing trip
And Id been up there before~
Where the best fish were only caught
In the land that I adore~
One bloke had a friend with him
Who was a city well fed chum~
And he kept boasting how his wife could cook
As he sat swigging on the last of his ***~
I knew they were going up stream for the day
To fish and do some prospecting up the way~
And I told them tonight a real Irish stew
And he replied that sounds real good ay~
He said no way I can eat that bush tucker
I gotta have whats proper and comes from shops~
I don't eat that out back wild bush Tucker stuff
It ll never pass through my chops~
But Irish stew yes that ll do
It sounds real good ta me~
When we get back from up the track
I ll have my share you wait an see~
So they left in one direction
And I left in the other~
Hoping the thick bushland would act as
To my rifle shots a cover~
I shot a Roo and a Goanna
A Bandicoot and one wild cat~
And then I shot a large parrot
Got a young croc in the water and headed back~
A little ways from the camp
I used a fallen log as a butchers block~
And then I got this big bucket full
Of meaty bits right to the top~
The fire now lit and big cooking *** half full
I went on a wild herb search~
And when down by the river again
I got my self a pool trapped perch~
Added it as well to the stew
With bush herbs and thickened with some flour~
And I can tell in awhile it smelt so good
When they d be due back in about an hour~
Had honey Id robbed from a distant hive
So I made a patty cake or two~
With what flour I had left
Yep .... That ll surely do~
Well when they got back the aroma drifted
And they picked it up down the track~
And couldn't wait to eat the lot
And complimented the cook for the snack~
The city bloke that did all the complaining
About running out of food~
Said he was sorry that he went on a bit
And didn't mean to be at all rude~
He said Id have died if I had to eat bush Tucker
And believe me it is true~
In all my life .. including the wife
Never tasted a better Irish stew~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright ( 1970 )  .....2018

Away up the top out in the back blocks
Simply days drive from anywhere at all~
We were camped on the side of a river bank
Not far from a wet season come water fall~
We were running out of food to some extent
I assured them all we were just fine~
That I as camp cook had enough to last us
And tonight as usual we were all going to dine~
We were way up there on a top end fishing trip
And I'd been up there a good few times before~
Where the best fish were only ever caught
In a land that I came to adore~
One bloke there had a friend with him
Who was a real city well fed chum~
And he kept boasting how his wife could cook
As he sat swigging on the last of his ***~
I knew they were going up stream for the day
To fish and do some prospecting up the way~
And I told them tonight a real Irish stew
And he replied that sounds real good mate ay~
He said no way I could eat that bush tucker
I got to have whats proper and comes from shops~
I don't eat that out back wild bush Tucker stuff
It'll never ever get pass or through my chops~
But an Irish stew yes that'll sure do
And it sounds real good to me~
When we get back from up the track
I'll have my share of that you wait an see~
So they eventually left in one direction
And I eventually left in the other~
Hoping the thick bushland would act as
To my rifle shots a cover~
I shot a Roo and a Goanna later on
A Bandicoot and soon one wild cat~
And then I shot a large wild parrot
Got a young croc in the water and headed back~
A little ways from the camp where we were
I used a fallen log as a butchers block~
And then I got this big bucket full
Of meaty bits right to the top~
The fire now lit and big cooking *** half full
I then went on a wild herb search~
And when I got down by the river again
I got my self a pool trapped perch~
Added it as well to the Irish stew
With bush herbs and thickened with some flour~
And I can tell in awhile it smelt so good
And they'd be due back in about an hour~
I had honey I'd robbed from a distant hive
So I made a patty cake or two~
With what flour I had left at the time
Yep .... That'll surely do~
Well when they got back the aroma drifted
And they picked it up coming down the track~
And couldn't wait to eat the whole lot
And complimented the cook then for the snack~
The city bloke that did all the complaining
About running out of food~
Said he was sorry that he went on a bit
And didn't mean to be at all rude~
He said I'd have died if I had to eat bush Tucker
And believe me it is true~
In all my life .. including the wife
Never tasted a better Irish stew~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1970  .. now 2018

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

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

Terrence Michael Sutton .
copyright 1981

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

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

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

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

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terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Theres a brand new data trend happening
Its a brain storm all upon its very own
All these browsers and sites and places
Collect your data for profit to the bone

Well the new trend is feed the mongrels
Tell them the greates loads of un-cut lies
Let themthink the entore world is crazy
Untill from laughter one of them dies

Give them all the garbage you can imagine
Theres image sites one can create selfies too
A One eyed and four legged husband  and
How you sleep hanging from trees like bats do

How you found a way to  turn back time for real
By eating snakes alive as it has you dance so well
They want data give them data heaps by the ton
That you have dogs that eat investigators do tell

That you just dropped from the sky born again
Arrived with the real secret to life and its not nice
That hell is hot and heavens as cold could ever be
That when you die take bourbon theres lots of ice

While you were being born again you heard news
A heavenly spirit told you have fun as its soon over
He had on a shirt that had on it in big print to read
Times short better get busy love everyone in the clover

Tell all not to tell a soul its all secret religious data true
Asked Jesus when hes coming back said man thats funny
He almost lost it laughing of religions and their wars
We don't have wealth up here so no money sorry no honey

Thet want data so give then data by the truck loads full
They'll give unempoyed hackers a full time job for sure
All the browsers and IT wowsers pumping data bowsers
All the satilites bumping into each other as to find out more

Comedians all then collecting data  by the volume as well
The chat sites could join as one discrimonation out the door
Racist egotiscacles sexists screaming whats left to protest
Things are no way fun as once upon a time thats for sure

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Oh look there's a beautiful bird up there
But it's flying all upon it's own
Could be looking for company
And might just well be heading home

But that bird is not at all lonely
It has the sunshine clouds and breeze
It has it's very own destiny in life
And if it needs a home it has the trees

Beats me why most think everyone needs
Others in life all of the while
Like the bird it only needs it's self  to fly
Doing things it's own way has it smile

It's as free as we all in life would like to be
As it flies viweing all of whats far below
And knowing none ofwhats  down there
Will weight it down unable to fly it's so

Now it's seen as a wise and knowing bird
Away up there with it's own peace of mind
Looked at in admiration instead not lonely
With endless beautiful natural places to find

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

As a candle will burn longer
It's worth way less all of the time~
And as we to go through our daily lives
Our candle of life burns so ever fine~
As our time on earth it slips slowly away
The value of life to many becomes cheaper~
Burning life up as if a candle
And the way back it becomes ever so steeper~
The value of life was once worth far more
Today not many care about values fine and free~
So many they feel they'll live forever more
Not thinking at all of our final destiny~
These days it's all computers it seems
Nobody works that hard any more much at all~
Running through life as does the wind
Feeling they'll ever have to climb life's final wall~
Once there was needed so little to be happy
Now more and more we seem to need to even live~
When not all that long ago we had it all
And we then still had so very much to freely give~
But along came those with an eye for a buck
And almost robbed this planet dry~
And among our most respected wealthy
Not hardly a tear they'll ever cry~
Very few will ever realize what they've done
And they'll never miss what it is they've never known~
But with just a little more human and planet consideration
Instead of burning up our candle it could have grown~
We all arrive with nothing when first born
And at end of day we leave ever so much the same-
Every single soul upon earth and life a gift from God
So much still needless woe , struggle and pain-



Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1993

THE NEXT TIME

The next time you are mucking out the horse stable
Stop for a second allow one thought to come to mind
God he as well created all those flys all over you
Believe it they are not real hard in there to find

Next time your sitting out in the country squatted
Away out of sight under a great big old country tree
Doing naturally what you really there needed so to do
In your jeans you spot a deadly spider looking at thee

The next time half way home from the shop really loaded
With several heavy bags as you walked for shop not far
And a truck passed splashing you with ***** street water
You never knew God would have it rain why take the car

Next time your watching a movie on T V husband away
And your naked as a bought chicken visitors arrive
You were just before taking a shower a house full
Praise the Lord for after all at least your alive

You live in a lovely home with lovely gardens too
And the old house next door just got sold its true
The worst family of criminals ten kids a pedaphile
All now living in there and right next door to you

Remember its said love your neighbor like family
They as well have a karioki with big speakers there
Full blast day and night all of the time heavy metal
Five barking dogs and no fences love life its divine

Kids no respect for others homes their gardens as well
They fill your gargage bin with all of theirs too
One of the kids is learning drums another saxaphone
God wants everyone to get along loving each other true


Next time beer bottles in your garden dog droppies
In your garden on driveway their toys in your pool
Smile and praise God Over dogs karioki screaming kids
Because you know that God loves you and hes no fool

The door bell keeps ringing can I borrow this and that
Tools sugar things disaperaing all the time of late
Remenber God he wants you to love everyone on earth
Regardless who they are rich or poor across the slate

The husband next door now uses binoculars watching you
Even through windows in bedrooms too it now seems
God wants everyone be good souls kind and conciderate
loving one and all to help all obtain of their dreams

Your underwear vanishes from your clothes line too
Bras and ******* must be the next doors thing its so
Oh God another broken window cricket ball in bedroom
In that bible man wrote turn the other cheek let it go

Footballs daddies golf ***** shes 20 stone loves bikinies
Its so hot asking mind if use your pool for awhile
None of your friends visit anymore endless excuses made
Remenber God knows best grin and bare it remember to smile

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

In a bar some country singers and I
After the gig was over done our bit
Enjoying a drink or two maybe a few
When a woman came how she spit

***  ***  thats all you guys think about
Laughing I then asked her for her hand
Shaking her hand I said see we had ***
She said your brains are all but sand

I said no we had *** skin touched skin
I'm fine and you look still ok it seems
Thats *** on most nights for most souls
Sleep on that hand and bless your dreams

Just then a I'm so beautiful model came
I said what I'd give to massage you tonight
She said oh no I know the likes of you friend
Its not to massage me you want its true

I said heres five hundred dollars keep it
If I unbuckle my leans at any given time
She said OK lets go I got your money here
Give me a massage thats better than divine

So off we went half way through the massage
I said this oil smells really not all that good
Have you got any after shave or perfume
And then it will smell lovely as it should

Getting down to top of her rear I added
The perfume into oil with a good glug
And it ran down into to you know where
And she spat the dummy out like a plug

Perfume in there really burns a bit so true
Get those jeans off right now she screamed
I said oh no I'll lose my money beautiful one
She threw the money at me just as I dreamed

After the night had gone as I knew it would
I got my money back and she by then was mine
I lay there in the coming dawn almost worn out
And restingg she wore a smile just short of divine

I fronted the guys with their prying eyes suprize
They were still there at a table drinking yet
Well how'd it go they wanted to then know
Look at me I said game match and set

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

A bloke from way down in the city
As far away from the outback as one could get~
Decided to go try life in the outback
And took a job as a para vet~
It was away out on a distant remote cactus farm
In the middle of heaven knows only where~
And they only had a few hundred sheep n cattle
And they didn't need much care~
All the blokes that worked there
Had almost been there for always~
And had not been off this farm
For forever and thirty days~
One of the blokes said he felt ill
And they were just so far out back~
So when he keeled over on the job
They made a hospital in an empty shack~
The para vet then he decided that
He could do the job on him~
And got a few tools from the workshop
Not to operate would be a sin~
They thought he might have a gall stone
Well that's what the para vet he thought~
One thought he might have a fur ball
As he did like sheep but was never caught~
So they put him to sleep with home brew
And then went inside of him to see~
The para vet and a few farm workers
Who were as handy as could be~
They found a few bits and pieces in there
Of what they never had a clue~
So they did not look too useful
And they cut them out it's true~
They cut off a few small loose bits
That was hanging loose here and there~
And then stitched him up with baling twine
And a bag needle with care~
When he woke up they told him that
He really ought to rest~
So they decide he needed somewhere peaceful
They thought the hay shed would be best~
A few hours later in the afternoon
He came walking funny down the track~
Half dressed with a shovel handle under his arm
And looking rather slack ~
How ya feeling now old buddy they said
He said I am not really sure~
I feel rather empty inside
And I can't walk correctly any more~
So they had a look and there it was
They'd sown the top of his legs together~
So they convinced him he'd be fine but
He'd have to change his name to heather~
Next thing he heard the strangest tune
Deep from within side of him it's true~
And when the para vet found he'd lost his mobile phone
He did not know just what to do~
So they told him not to worry but
That the battery would run down soon~
and to in the meantime
Just get used to the tune~
So if ya see a bloke out there walking funny
Don't worry he's just fine~
But if he decides to kick the bucket
That blasted Mobile phone is mine~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

THE QUESTION IS

What Camera is it doing at the wedding
She is of no relation come what may
A complete insult to Diana is this cow
Prince Charles should keep this woman away

So she was chaeses play thing before Dians
And during as well dare I stoop to say
At best she should sit watching home on T V
The whole family do as they please on any day

Its so wrong but them above their own laws
An insult to Diana as is the family at best
And Chaeles needs to see a right royal shrink
I doubt if he'd pass the given basic test

Talk about hide and lack of concideration
This woman should be at home with the herd
But this is a family so full of themselves
Like taking trigonometry to 1st class in a word

My thought ..

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
( What would I know about these things you ask ?? My Mother
was DIRECTLY related to Queen Victoria .. She was a MINCHIN ..
The Minchin in charge of the horse brigade was a MINCHIN ..
The first Admirable on the first ever Britanica was a Minchin ..
I have in my veins the same blood line .. ( Not skiting about that )
One in every approx 5-6000 has it ..Originates in the Sth of France ....NOT A LOVER OF ROYALS AT ALL ..

She worked on a property that I did too
And she lived in the main homestead~
I lived in a bunkhouse where I had my gear
And where I slept in a bunkhouse bed~
I never wanted to get to know her
As I really needed to not get the sack~
But she kept on being way too nice
And she kept on coming back~
She wore a raincoat on that rainy night
That she knocked upon my bunkhouse door~
And asked if I could spare a cup of coffee
As she sat down on my rug near by the fire on my floor~
I said take off your raincoat why don't you
She then said as if she was singing a song~
Well you did asked me once to drop around
When I had nothen on~
What the hell are you smiling about I said
Then she stood and removed that coat~
My eyes almost left their sockets
And there was no way I could clear my throat~
Next morning she donned that coat again
And slowly walked out of my door~
Looking over her shoulder and said
Coffees good .. I'll be back for more~
Never have I loved raincoats so much
Can't wait to see that one again~
And now I go into a coughing fit
Whenever the boss says , God I'd **** for rain ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1988 .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's only one ....

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

We the victims of Pied Pipers ..  

Theres only one thing genarally speaking
Upon our earth that more dangerous true
Than anything on our earth that breathes
Being Humans and mostly politicians through

If theres anything at all thats worse by far
Those that vote these talk and say nothing in
I have no regard for man created religions
But all of above should be in the manopoly bin

I've listened to them every day ona nedia as well
Of who can do what and why they should be
While the entire earth does as it wants to usually
The pied pipers leading planet earth to the sea

I see yet another civilization becoming history
In millions of years they'll ask what'd they do
The earth don't care without this entire race
Life upon earth might just start anew

terrence michael sutton
copyright  2018

I'D SAY ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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



terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Mournful quires how they can sing
Away out upon the most deserted land~
Away out into the deserts vast
Silence hauntingly sings across the sand~
An endless landscape onward spreads
Where there's nobody to be found~
To be caught our here is to know fear
So burning hot the ground~
Silence sings its mournful song
Like a quire of sheer warning~
To stay too long is to die
And so the winds carry the quire of mourning~
The nights they are as cold as cold
The days hotter than one can bare~
Not a place to love with grace
To go one better had prepare~
No water to be found around
Only naturals survive~
And then with fright they appear at night
In order to live there and stay alive~
Not a place to be in a sandy sea
Most of all if your alone~
The desert plays games with ones mind
Having wish you'd stayed at home~
And all the while for every day,night and mile
The quire of silence sings~
From dawn all day to morning it sounds it's warning
As the hottest sun it stings~
The singing of the silence
Can send a man insane~
All in a short while and for every mile
To leave this place never to go again~
So many can tell of stories so well
Of very near not ever coming home~
No such thing as luck if out there your stuck
And left there to survive alone~
Best is to know of it and thus survive
Never allowing it your soul to thus own
As within it can a thousand spirits ride
Ignoring it can see you ever safely home

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael; Sutton
copyright ( Originally 1988. ) 2018

The Singing Of silence


Mournful quires how they can sing
Away out upon the most deserted land~
Away out into the deserts vast
Silence hauntingly sings across the sand~
An endless landscape onward spreads
Where there's nobody to be found~
To be caught our here is to know fear
So burning hot the ground~
Silence sings its mournful song
Like a quire of sheer warning~
To stay too long is to die
And so the winds carry the quire of mourning~
The nights they are as cold as cold
The days hotter than one can bare~
Not a place to love with grace
To go one better had prepare~
No water to be found around
Only naturals survive~
And then with fright they appear at night
In order to live there and stay alive~
Not a place to be in a sandy sea
Most of all if your alone~
The desert plays games with ones mind
Having wish you'd stayed at home~
And all the while for every day,night and mile
The quire of silence sings~
From dawn all day to morning it sounds it's warning
As the hottest sun it stings~
The singing of the silence
Can send a man insane~
All in a short while and for every mile
To leave this place never to go again~
So many can tell of stories so well
Of very near not ever coming home~
No such thing as luck if out there your stuck
And left there to survive alone~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright ( 2007 )  2018

When the moon was large and round
And the night produced a cooler breeze
Curtains moving ever grasefully slowly
Within the shadows of the moonlit trees

Half asleep I'd watch them swaying so
As the breeze played a whispering song
With my mind visiting my yesterdays
Of places been and where I once belong

And every now and then a smallest bird
Would arrive  upon my window sill there
Adding the smallest ever whistle to it all
Flying off returning within the moonlit air

Window half open there it's sit for awhile
Serenading me upon my sill now and then
And I welcomed it simply ever so did I
Till the moon was once more full ag'en

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

There was a smallest ever wee Irish soul
She lived within a largest oldest tree
Outside she grew a bed of Foregetmenots
She had a smile that brought such glee

When she toddled off to the market
She always carried a basket made of grass
And upon her ears hung jingle jangles
That she had made from bits of glass

Those that knew her  called her Wee Wander
As she'd wander often here and there
Gathering wild flower seeds to sow in garden
And soon it all looked so beyond compare

With chocolate vine on her tree thus to climb
And little violates planted in shells of birds
When she spoke it sounded just like mucic
Her very voice danced rather than of words

Most of her clothes were colores of  green
As Irish as Irish as Irish it can ever be
All the birds and butterflies knew her well
Little Wee Wander lived within a largest tree

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­terrence michael sutton  
copyright 2018

More often than enough in life
A baby born remembering so
Without realizing the last life
For reasons refused to let go

Away back in another time
A different life ever so true
A soul born again this time
Returns to pass lessons through

Often excuses made hereditation
It does belong to both of them
But different in attitudes that be
To finish the last life once ag'en

Debates re babies difference true
It has it's own ideas of rules to be
Not always a baby born does fall
Right under it's very parents tree

Might be for better or even worse
But so different just the very same
A mind of it's very own so often
Might bring happiness or pain

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

What I remember of what was or had to be an NDE ..
Believe this or not so help true to the letter ..

I had , Had an accident ..I remember being taken to hospital .. And for some
reason placed in intentive care .. I remember that ..
After that comes the following .. I sat up and the hospital staff were in total
shock much to my surprise .. Them staring at me saying .. Your Alive ..
Of coarse I was alive .. And felt fine .. I said I must have what ? Blacked out
for awhile .. They said you've been in a coma for 3 months .. I said bull-sh..t ..
They showed me a calender and the date I was brought in ..And the then date ..
It was 3 months .. Far as I was concerned it was the same day I arrived ..
They said as well you were pronounced dead for 8 minutes .. I said to them
really ?? ..Then I got this memory flash .. I asked could I speak to the head
nurse I'd been talking to before .. She was busy .. Much later she came sat
beside of me must have been 2 days later at 4 a m ..And she asked was I ok ..
Yes fine .. But I got a memory stuck in my mind of being in another place ..
She asked where ?? I said I only remember everything the brightest white ..
My own father came to me and said .. You have to go back right away ..
I felt so unknowingly brilliant and totally stress free as I'd never felt and said
no way .. I feel so good ..He said You have to go back NOW .. You have so
much more to do .. Looking into the distance I saw an ocean of peole all
dressed as he was .. Then a voice I will and could never forget coming from
all over with volume but compassion said HE HAS TO GO BACK NOW ..
And I then woke up with you lot staring at me in total shock ..
And you telling me I'd been in a coma for 3 months .. Some time later I woke up
as must have passed out again and instead of being on the Gold Coast I was in a
hospital in toowoomba QLD with my ( now ) ex wife telling me they brought me to this hopsital in Toowoomba .. A Phychiretrist asking me you ok ?? I said I feel
****** fine .. He asked me endless questions and said .. He's got a more inteligent
mind than I have ..  I told her this and she said out of the blue you just died ..
Dead for 8 minutes .. We'd long given up .. ould not believe it ourselves ..
We were in shock but had decided after all tests you were dead ..And we'd left
you there while doing what next had to be done .. Coming back and you sat up ..
She said she burst into tears and the others were in shock ..
I know with all the honest I possess what happened but could no way explain it ..
My dad had been dead himself 40 years ..I know theres no time as such as here
that exists there .. And I'll never could never forget that voice .. Many years later
on then married to my now wife in the Philippines now 2011 as that lot happened
in Australia 1976 .. I was stressed out over something and had walked outside
to get some air .. In a dark room I'd walked passed there a tallest figure of a man dressed in a light brown robe with shoulder length hair said to me ( him standing in the almost dark ) are you ready to come with me now .. I said without thinking NO I've much to do & I took 3 steps THEN realizing what I'd saw & heard went right back and the room was empty..
THE TRUTH SO HELP ME ..This is as TRUE as I am breathing oxygen ..
I've been told by my own then I was not in any coma .. Time DOES NOT EQUAL TIME WHERE THAT PLACE IS .. However the medical staff have it on record I most surely was ..But I know this earths idea of Heaven is a fabrication .. The place I was at is in my heart mind & soul above Human complete Comprehention ..

The absolute truth
IN ALL I AM ..
terrence michael sutton
Re 1976
He'd been dead over 40 years .. I have no problems with who
believes this or does not ..

I started writing at sixteen years of age
I not long turned seventy six still write
I don't write to only please others at all
I write what I see I know day or night

I live by my values integrity principles
The captain of my very own soul I be
Don't need religions advice in life
I walk my own line uncrossed but free

Poetry is the very voice of your soul
As it comes to mind child or academic
Write your feelings honesty sincerely
Speak from your soul simply no panic

The soul older than all time yours too
Always be yourself write your own way
If any don't like it well thats just tough
You are so meant to be night and every day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

aussiepoet
THE TREES HAVE GROWN

I lived my life via good times and strife
But still I searched for real true love-
The kind that is in story books of same
The kind blessed by God himself above-
I stood one day down by an open bay
And their I prayed asking him and all I knew-
Who were up there with him by his very side
Hoping that they could guide me true-
It was not long after those winds blew strong
That day down by that open sea side bay-
When I met my angel soul mate in life
A one  real true love back on the day-
We both have traveled this world over time
Across all those oceans blue-
And still we are so very igood friends
Like the soul mates I dreamed of true-
We went one day back to that open bay
And there two trees they had grown-
In such a very short while it's so
Where the strongest winds had blown-
Like both of us as always in life
Regardless of any of life's diversity-
We two remain as always the same
As both those strongest sea side trees-


Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2008

Thats why they give tornado's female names
It can have you weak in the knees all night too
It can have you in bed and wet as can be instead
It can wear you out have your heart thump true

When you should know rest have you awake with zest
Feeling like you just ran up ten whole floors for fun
As if you've just known a storm by the coming dawn
And unable to walk by morning let alone to run

Have a thousand parts of you swim only one to win
As if you've just spent two days at the local gym
Muscles your like plastic legs feeling like elastic
Being able to run down to shop for milk are slim

Have you never be able to talk of Mable at the table
Others saying whats up you look a little sleepy
Wishing you were fitter feeling like a half dead critter
Hearing same again tonight  alright sound a little creepy

Ringing he boss at your work sayng sick as a ****
Don't think I'll be there today hope you understand
Back to bed this time sleep instead to resy your head
Not believing last night was what most call rather grand

terrence michael sutton
copyright   2018

The blowing wind can be so good to feel
As it blows gently through your hair~
And it can create the most lonesome sound
Blowing through a roof that needs repair~
It can ever so hauntingly
Rushing past the oldest building at night~
As it rattles the doors and windows too
And has you almost curl up in fright~
But without the wind we would be in trouble
For it brings many good things too~
We would really miss it ever so
If the wind it never blew~
In the wind we see the leaves all dance
As it cleans and sweeps the earth~
It works so closely with the rain
The wind has so much worth~
It can generate electricity
It carries the wild flower seeds and grain~
It makes our sail boats fly along
Up the lake and back again~
The wind is our friend in lots of ways
And we can use its power too~
To fly our kites within itself
Away up in the sky so blue~
Love the wind but keep in mind
It can course much damage it is true ~
When it blows too hard and way too fast
We have seen what it can do~
But like all things in nature
If we work with it we will find~
It can be our friend and much use to us
Through day and night and all the time~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1980

The blowing wind can be so good to feel
As it blows gently through your hair~
And it can create the most lonesome sound
Blowing through a roof that needs repair~
It can ever so hauntingly
Rushing past the oldest building at night~
As it rattles the doors and windows too
And has you almost curl up in fright~
But without the wind we would be in trouble
For it brings many good things too~
We would really miss it ever so
If the wind it never blew~
In the wind we see the leaves all dance
As it cleans and sweeps the earth~
It works so closely with the rain
The wind has so much worth~
It can generate electricity
It carries the wild flower seeds and grain~
It makes our sail boats fly along
Up the lake and back again~
The wind is our friend in lots of ways
And we can use its power too~
To fly our kites within itself
Away up in the sky so blue~
Love the wind but keep in mind
It can course much damage it is true ~
When it blows too hard and way too fast
We have seen what it can do~
But like all things in nature
If we work with it we will find~
It can be our friend and much use to us
Through day and night and all the time~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 1980

Oh sir you told me you'd show me your workshop
This is the bedroom if I'm right
Yes this is where I do my best work dear one
And I mostly do my work at night

Its here I get my best creations of perfection
Your willing to assist me at any time
Over there is where I do all my photography
Over there my desk to perfect words of rhyme

Over there not too far my relaxation bar
With large T V upon the wall up high
The bed's all of seven feet wide as you can see
With silk curtains to have a hard man sigh

Over there my art area for oils and waters too
To paint my master pieces when feeling good
And draws of interesting toys to use at will
For when a guest is feeling bold knock on wood

Lights that dim and change colorssuiting the mood
And a wine where the best is out of sight
Stheres s much to do in the work shop true
More still if a guest decides to stay the night

Theres a great big chest pieces of silk the best
That a guest well might decide to wear
A refridgerate full of chockolate andthings nice
And all things to have an angel swear

A largest shower to take advantage of anytime
Shelves of softestd beautiful towels to use
A work shop I call it for many reasons why
With a work shop like this nothing left to lose

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton    
copyright  2018

How many times in life I've been asked
Do Angels really within this life exist
I've relied surely within lifes very stride
By a real Angel you've surely been kissed

The reason all close their eyes making love
Learn to give and thus you'll recieve its true
Late at night stars shining bright feels so right
Open your mind feel within an Angel loving you

You only get from life at best what you give
And when you are giving all to an Angel there
She will thus give her all to you too perfectly
Feel the Angels love given beyound all compare

That very Angel thats loving you as you do also
Will only be what you give without wings  to fly
Love her like the Angel she is in life more so
With such joy such forefillment all Angels sigh

Giving your utmost time to an Angels soul divine
You'll have an angel thats making love to you
A heaven upon earth with all real true lovings worth
With such blessings thats only  kept between two

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

THE ONCE CALLED HIM A DREAMER

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

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

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

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

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

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

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2018

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

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright ( Earlier but ) 2018