Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

                                                            Gazing far out to the sea                                                         Trees pointing t’wards the sky                                                         Calm serenity draws me close                                                             Where water trickles by                       ...

Artistic and creative nudes Not necessarily naked dudes Artistic work may NOT just mean A picture, portrait, to be seen But wording, in a special way Can also, artistically play. To be at one with nature's sun Alone, with friends, special someone, Relaxing, playing sports quite nude In teams or with another dude. Some ways we can, this, naturalise Our way of life, to prying eyes. So live creatively at ease At home, at play, just not to tease Relaxing, working, all is good And definitely better, when done nude.

                                             If love could heal afflictions,                                           You’d have been healed at birth, Your family ALL adore you, They ne’er ignore your worth. Your happy disposition, Despite your encumbrance, To live a regular childhood, You never had a chance. Yet you remain so happy Though showing pain and hurt, No worries ‘bout your future, Nor cares in life t’exert. You’re happy with so little, With love, you will survive, It’s what has brought you thus far And helped you live and thrive. Now living in your ‘Group Home’ Don’t get to meet, each day O’er ten years as your carer, Memories, WON’T fly away.

Christmas has, of late, been changed From celebrating Christ To now, a massive spending spree, A  frightful, sacred heist. A time when HE, who came to earth, The Christ, born as a child, The Son of God, yet son of man, To save a world, gone wild. He’s now been pushed and shoved aside, It’s all about the presents, With often not a mention giv’n,  For God, there is no presence. These past long months, we’ve seen a change, Restrictions, we have faced, The limitations to unite And vast constraints, been placed Now NOTHING is beyond His power He can, to good, change ‘ill’, The universe, in just six days Was ‘spoken’ at His will. He CAN, and HAS, turned loss to gain And hence to HIM, bring praise, To show us He’s STILL in control, Ev’n in these fear filled days. So even as we celebrate This Christmas, like none other, Help us to change, considering Each other, like a brother. Let us not permit fear t’abound And cower, weak and small, But stand upright, proclaim His might, Then give ...

Will I, for my final rest,  In the casket, be all dressed, Just so folk can pass me by And with saddened hearts, they cry? Will the earthworm have a meal When they 'ventually reveal Me, interred deep in the soil? NO, I'd rather, they, me, boil. Keep the vestments for th'forlorn Have me burnt, as day was born, Scatter me amongst the sand Somewhere warm, in this dear land.

E, connotes EXQUISITE, th'outstanding beauty I have found L, is for the LOVE expressed, when together we were bound, I, means INDEPENDENCE, a trait that thou dost own, Z, is for the ZEAL, in which the love is shown, A, conveys AFFECTION, an emotion thou dost share B, expresses BEAUTY, a delight I must declare, E, connotes the ENJOYMENT I've found, now we are entwined, T signifies TURTLEDOVE, the gentle loving kind, H is for the HAPPINESS that has come into my life, All this spells ELIZABETH, my dearest and my wife.

Our chosen path is 'Caring' We do it, out of love, Though when the times are stressful, Oft' need that gentle shove. Be THAT, a kindly 'thank-you' From client, or, 'the boss' We do whate'er is needed T'prevent another loss. We've come through H1N1, With diligence that's due, And keeping ourselves healthy, We'll come through Covid too. Consider then, your clients, And keep your spirits high Each day's a new beginning, We'll get through, by and by.

  We used to meet and nod our heads   Acknowledging each other,   Not knowing, in an instant   We would miss, sister and brother.    A virus struck, not just our land,    Spreading to all the nations,    Governments closed down the world,    Banning, even, celebrations.    While still, on line, we can connect,    A 'something' has been missing;    That pers'nal touch, I speak of,    Giving hugs - { just skip the kissing.}    That 'gentle touch', the 'long embrace',    Displays appreciation,    "You're welcome, loved and needed"    It will matter not, the nation.   So WHEN we get to meet again   Recall this time of respite    Embraces should be plenty,   We'll remember how we missed it.

Surgery had been offered to me as a 10 yr old, but after mum spoke to a cousin of hers,who was a nurse, she decided  to NOT put me through it - just incase.   A mothers inner thought prior to adult offspring {me}having neuro surgery. {see comment, below.} I watched you grow  While praying, so A cure, it would be found. My heart was sore,   I prayed some more Each time you "fell to ground". My eyes did weep,  Who, would you, keep When dad and I were gone? And yes, it’s true, I prayed that you Would NOT be left alone. But then a glim Of hope from Him I’ll tell you, I WAS scared The years of pain Had been my bane  I’ll know not, how you fared. The choice was yours, YOU fought the wars Of anguish, when it hit. I prayed with dad That we’d be glad Your choice would make them quit. I feared the worst Would you be cursed? You’d know not, dad nor me. Your memory gone? A star that shone? We prayed...

Wrestling World In his corner, boots and trunks,  Trying to look brave,  Eyeing me both down and up  Wondering if I'll cave  To his demeaning, bullying gaze  His pecs and biceps pump  Hoping that his menacing stare  Will cause my throat to lump. But I, though leaner, can deceive,  Good tactics I will use,  My lithe and supple, agile form  Will aid, to him abuse.  With 'pins' and 'clothesline', 'headbutt', 'kick',  And 'diving elbow drop',  Weakened by my high 'back kick'  With final 'backhand chop'. He tries his best to rally round  To submit, he'll not yield,  The ref, though, sees his flailing arms  Decides, he must concede.  But undeterred and utt'ring threats  A rematch he insists  He leaves the ring, frustrated mood  While pumping iron fists.