Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

"Go to your room", once punishment Is now a tranquil balm, A place of peace and solitude, Of relaxation, calm. A place away from others, Their restlessness and noise, Of silence, and serenity, Where 'solace', one enjoys. A time of soul reflection, To meditate or muse,  Where peaceful comfort lingers,  Where inner thoughts, infuse. Five minutes or a few hours, (The time, it WILL pass fast), The benefits do linger It's usefulness, is vast.

1) Once again, this Generations family Giving assistance, doling out love, Generous-ly helping in a time of need Compassion shown, from above. (Chorus) And once again I thank you, though it.                      seems, not enough. Your loving care, compassion, when                     in  times, they get tough, Once again your helping hands Doling out  your kindness and love. 2) Many times, espec'lly in these recent                           years E'en without asking, love did abound, Showing me the love that stems from               Heaven's gates Love that goes round and around. (Chorus)  3) I'm in awe, your overflowing friendliness  Gen'rations family, generos'ty shown, Selfishness will never get the time of day Love, that abounds, overblown. (Chor...

This morning, icy outdoors, While to the car, was goin' I slipped and fell on pavement, Did break clavicle bone. The pavement was the parking lot Of home, where I abide, Another resident, 'ppointment had, Was giving him a ride. Did drive him to and from it,  A wait of half an hour, The nurse in charge at residence When I got home, in car Did telephone for ambulance She wanted it checked out, To local hospital arrived Bone broken, there is no doubt. So, 'nother 'break' I will have, Is break from driving now,  So glad it wasn't Springtime, Loathe winter driving, anyhow.

I composed this the day before our last poetry night and contemplated reading it then. It's longer than most of my odes, (18 verses)  and quite personal, so will only be reading the one poem, this evening. THINGS I WOULD HAVE MISSED Was born at home in January, Though, due to being "mad" (I was born "foaming at the mouth") 'Twas Ep'lepsy, I had. So I, to hospital, was rushed, And there, I did remain With mum, 'til I was stabilized Few weeks, then home again. That was the only Grand Mal fit  That ever have, I would, Though aft' first sev'n year life cycle, Returned, in milder mood. Years later, still a youngster, Under  parental care, Some surgery had been offered. To treat that ailment there. My mother had a cousin In nursing field, she'd trained Asked her advice about it, From her knowledge, mum gained. She did advise against it, Mother, informed, by she, "Better Colin being the smart boy, Than handicapped, he be." On average, ...

  If my body was a car, I would ensure it could go far, Would treat it well and daily feed, If ever needed, - engine bleed. I wouldn't leave it out of food, For that is needed, to work good, Would take it for a shower or two, Loves to be clean, like me and you. I'd show it off  to fam'ly, friend, Might ev'n drive THEM, ("around the bend") In country, town land, hill and vale, And trust the engine would not fail. I'd take it, periodically, To a car doctor, him, to see If it was being treated nice, To be left out, in snow and ice. It would be fully 'ppreciated, With proper fuel, keep it fed, To parking lot, I'd let it stay With similar company, part of day.

When children, they are being raised, Instructions, "life", must learn, Some, they catch on quickly, though Each one's a different bairn. The one in question, (fictional), A 'tomboy' rough, was he, ALWAYS into trouble, With others, couldn't agree. Aft punishing 'wrongdoings' The father told the son To hammer spike into a tree For each and every one  Whene'er atonement offered And it was well received, The son, told "Remove the spike", That's all 'twas, he believed. However, MANY years that passed And numerous spikes been used, The tree it had to be cut down, His 'lesson', soon infused. The bark of tree was stripped away To son's embarrassment, The spike SCARS, STILL were noticed Ev'n aft. those years were spent. The father, calm, reflective, His lesson, had been shown. That deeds, which cannot be undone,  Leave scars, to you, unknown.

    Saint Valentine, the saint for love,     Bestows "amour" like peaceful dove,     All hatred, for one day, dispel,    Upon the mountains, in the dell.      Around mid month, of February,      A day does come around,      When LOVE abounds exceedingly,       Romance can aye, be found.      When lovers' feelings, do not hide,      Their boldness, power receive,      Saint Valentine tries to unite      Those who, on him believe.       The French, they say it is "amour"       When feelings, strong, display,       To  'nother, with whom there's a bond,       This is that special day.       And so those feelings are now sent,       With loving passion too,       My love abounds, the passion strong,       And s...

The hardest, yet most kindest words I've ever had to say, Will live with me 'til my last breath, Remember well, that day. My mother, on hospital bed, Few years since widowed was, Each day, did make a visit, I did it, just because. I had been with her earlier, In fine form she did sound, So glad I returned later on, In writhing pain, was found. Angina, did her, trouble, Few heart attacks, had she, Admitted in to hospital Remaining hours, would see. She 'rrested in her ward, there, Resuscitation, tried, Alas, it was not working well, That moment, mother died. The nursing staff advised me, "We could do this all night" I had to tell them, "let her go" She'd given up the fight. She sensed that she was "going", A diary, had she, kept, Whene'er I read last entry, My watered eyes, they wept. Returning to her homestead, Her diary, there, open, Last entry had me teary eyed, "These two, will get all,.......soon."

                 I oft recall my parents,             Who dwell in Heaven above,           Remember well, with fondness,           When here, they showed such love.               The care that they bestowed upon                 ALL of their children, six,           As tradesman, dad worked wonders,                 A problem? - he'd soon fix.                Out early, in the morning,                  Returning just 'fore bed,                And while exhausted, he was,                  Complaints, were never said.             ...