Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Though you may not be seen by eyes, I'm shaping you, inside Your mothers womb, secure and safe, And there you will abide Until you've been entirely formed, Developed fully there, Each aspect of your life will be Adorned, with tender care. I know  you as you are right now, I'm watching growth, each day, You brain, your organs, limbs and form, Progressing on their way. I have a purpose 'ready planned For when your date is due, Nobody else can do YOUR job,  It's 'specially for you'. I have already set the date When you will breathe your last, And while for you 'twill seem long time, The years will  go quite fast. I will be watching over you, You may be unaware, But every aspect of your years, Been planned with loving care.  

  One phrase I've noticed past few years, Which irks me to extreme, Is heard in MANY interviews On media, it does seem. When being asked some questions, To information, give, Instead of starting th'answer off, This phrase repeated, is. The first few times 'twas novel, But aft. a while, does tire, I feel like reaching out my hand, It sure does produce 'ire' It's heard also in general chat, In public, private too, Whereever folk do congregate  Or cause hullabaloo. It may be said on impulse, To have few seconds more, In order to form answer, For me, it irks hearts core. Of course it's a good question, Why ever ask one, bad ? Just give an answer to what's asked Try not, to make me mad. So what is it that irks me, That causes such aggression, That makes my teeth just grate with rage? Well, '' That's a very good question.''

Whene'er at social gatherings Where served aplenty's, food,  It's always great to hear three words, That means there's something good Which is to come, and quickly, A-welcoming, 'twill be. Pleasing to our senses, Well, at least to three. No need to just have sweet tooth, Agree, many sure will, That while main course is always good, There's always room, to fill With something more delicious, Which tasting senses, numb  Those words of course are "Keep your fork" The BEST has yet to come. There was a young w oman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when t...

Was working in small nursing home Of merely twenty bed, Most clients, they were mobile, While some, they did need fed. The few who were in wheelchairs Did also need a hoist, To save the backs of carers, Authorities, had that, voiced. A new hoist, it was purchased And demonstrated was, By those who made the product, To do, was within laws. The staff, they were all gathered, In circle sat, did we, As maker demonstrated The workings, fo'all to see. Then came the time for practice, A "patient" needed she, To show how sling attached, was, Then hoisted up, us see. Now many times beforehand, The person chosen, did Lay down in middle circle, As was by maker, bid. I have the capability To flop down on the floor, Without me having bones cracked, Or even, being sore. SO, with me saying nothing, From my chair, bones went flop, I lay there few short seconds, All staff, their jaws, did drop. I then piped up, ground level, Relieved, were boss and  staff , "Residents don't fall,...

 A frightful sight, both day and night Is flashing amber, red. The paramed, a regular sight,  Adorned with mobile bed. Someone is ill, 'tis run of th'mill Will they return or not?  Need greater care? back here, or where? Will they retain their spot? 'Tis sad to see, when will it be My turn, that trip, to make? Hospital care, how long, be there? That thought, my heart, does break. The brevity of life, it shows, A fleeting vapour, - gone, Who knows the instant it wll hap' Then start again, new dawn.

How many of us humans here, Repeatedly persist In trying out His patience, Oft times, with shaking fist? How often do we promise Him, "Next time, I"ll better, do" Only to forget that vow, And make a slip, or two? But yet, He'll , STILL, us welcome, Knowing full well that we Will quick forget that promise, And then,  in prayer, be, Once MORE, asking forgiveness, For His standards, falling short, His caliber of excellence, To keep with MUCH effort. It's hard for us to fathom The patience, He bestows, For we are merely humans, Full splendor, NO ONE knows.  Nor will we, 'til in Heaven, We take our 'blood bought' place, 'Twill only THEN, be witnessed When we meet face to face.

Some people say I eat too fast To me, it's just the norm I never liked to waste my food From day that I was born. I am the yongest of six boys, The eldest turned fifteen Just five weeks after I was born, By me, was seldom seen. My father, was a 'tradesman'  The youngest of his brood, His mother never went to work 'Til he, self dressing, could. So that was how he knew it The father WILL provide, To pay the bills, supply our needs, Essentials, ne'er denied. I aye felt sorry for him, though, The SOLE day off he took, Was Sunday, which was "chu'ch" day He lived, by Holy Book. So NEVER got to lay in bed His weary bones, t o rest His selfless duty, - family, was, He gave to us, his best. We ALSO lived with 'hand me downs' Bought GOOD, so it would last So had to learn to 'scrimp and save' Ne'er liked t'see any waste, I'm glad that my metabolism Was where I burnt off food In energy, quite quickly, I AM a lucky dude. I also learned t...

   The earliest Christmas memory That I recall I have, Was still young, barely walking, Though confident and suave.    Lived in two story homestead, And 'fore parents, did rise, With legs "at ease", arms in the air My family, did surprise.    While still in my pyjamas, To top of stairs did run, My arms  akimbo, then in air, I wanted to have fun.    With loudest voice, could muster, As child, was not TOO loud, "IT'S CHRISsssssssTMAS" I proclaimed to all, I really felt so proud.    I started 'running down the steps, Each foot upon each stair, I think, got down steps one and two, Was STOPPED, - it wasn't fair.    Just wanted t'see what presents, The "man in red' did leave, But HAD to return back to bed, I shrugged a 'huffing' heave.    The coal fire needed cleaned out, A new fire, lit, would be, To keep us warm and cosy, 'Til presents, we could see.    Cannot recall exactly what Had been left me, that year...

The human race, the Lord had made,                      .           Their hearts from Him, had turned,                                        .  He looked down on their sinful deeds,                                 .  How His frustration burned. All He'd created, perfectly, To vile wickedness, moved, What HE called GOOD, mankind had turned To evil, - NOT approved. He must have thought "I'll start again" "Destroy all I have made" Though there was ONE, who found HIS grace.      His clan, would wrath, evade. The house of Noah, spared this wrath, With them, He'd start anew, They'd be preserved, from all the deeds On earth, was going to do. The people, vile, when noticing The structure Noah did build, Thought hi...