Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

See also 'Driving Force' They say dreams have a meaning Though mostly NOT, with me, There was ONE sole exception Keep reading and you’ll see. While still having those seizures Aged twenty seven years And watching friends all driving Yes, even younger peers. Still single, at home living, With ’86 the year, I often got downhearted My eyes shed many-a-tear. Why had I been inflicted With such a horrid plight, Would I be doomed forever Would ever, I see light? Many a night in dreamland I woke and dream would fly, Like stardust it had vanished Into the bye and bye. There was just ONE exception And this I do recall, Around the country driving And not once did I stall. ‘pon wakening remembered Just one repeated phrase, “L I A ’s a good year” That dream was not a haze. Now knowing that the licence plate Beginning L - I - A, Already was in service, Then drew me to dismay. Howe’er, I thought of Joseph, The ‘Dreamer’ of that clan, Could there, a hidden message Be given to this man? Not kn

Seizures are NOT just falling on the floor foaming at the mouth; if only they had been............. Was always told, when I was in A seizure, I gained strength, Insinuating not, I was a Hulk I wouldn't go that length. It could have been a fatal thing, I shudder at the thought, A ten year old to do this deed, With panicked fear I'm fraught. A seizure caught me unawares, As they were apt to do, I recall coming out of this Thankfully, right on cue.  As I came back to normal Well, what was 'norm' to see, The image I returned to With dreaded fear, filled me. The first reaction noted Was " drop......those..........hands..........right........now " Th'experience could've been tragic, Returned, on time, somehow. The next thought I recall, I had Was " Swallow........me........up,........floor " The consequence of what I saw Did gut me to the core. Don't know how long it happened I'm trusting, not too long, I couldn't have lived with knowi

       ' 80 '            OCTOGENARIAN         '80 '                   . The year was 1944,                                                     With grandfathers, both   Scottish ,             ... A  February morn,                                                   Twas often said, by he,                           .. To the town of Carrickfergus,                            A 'Scotsman born in exile',                   .. A  little babe was born.                                     So being "hame" 'twould be. .. The first born son to Florrie & Bob,                A lithe Scots lass then caught his eye,       .. There would be many more,                           The young Joyce Harris, she,                     .. Alas the male folk only, thrived,                    Nineteen seventy, September fourth,       .. His mother's heart was sore.                            To wedlock, would agree.    . He did excel at primary school,                

  💝  ' 25 '  H a v e P a s t   💝                                                                 W as it really so long ago?                           I t seems like just a few,                          L ove was boundless in the air,                          L ooking down on you .                           I remember my old dad, that's                          A ileen’s grandad, too,                         M arching slowly, up the aisle,                       A dorned by none, but you.                       N ext he gave you to your men, your                                  D ad, pastor, and beau,                       A ileen and William pronounced their vows                       I nsisting love would grow.                            L ike yesterday, I’m sure it seems,                       E ven though it’s gone so fast,                       E xactly where, did those years fly?                       N ow   " twenty-five "  have past.                  

         I was in my mid twenties, Still single, low esteem, My peers had cars, were dating, Felt left out of ‘the team’ Though, was assistant leader In youth group, Sunday night, Cared less for sports or vehicles And didn’t have foresight. So I was just a ‘Martha’, Prepped room, refreshments too And once church service over, I knew what I must do. Re-boil the tepid water Steep tea,  and coffee make, To serve to all the youth folk, Whatever they would take. I then cleaned up the area Of kitchen I was in, And ventured to th’adjoining hall Our meeting, soon, begin. ……………………………………………. On one specific evening, Three, rapid, times, no less  I felt the love from, NO ONE, Compassion gone, I guess. I sat down at a table, I’d set up, previously, Then heard “You cannot sit down there, It’s taken, can’t you see?” After the third rejection, Belongings, mine, I picked, Spurning hurts, to me, it felt, That to the ground, been kicked. Know not if he had noticed, Or someone did him tell But within a

Following my 'Longest Seizure' .............. MY STRANGEST SEIZURE With six sons within fifteen years And just one working, - dad, Our parents strived to do their best Luxuries, never had. Since elocution lessons My mother had when young The first two boys - they had the same And used by number one. The next three, learnt piano And number ’4’ he thrived, Then he and I - I’m number six, Into singing lessons, dived. Since seventeen, been singing Initially church choir, And there I did some solos At singing, never tire. One instance still stands out for me Cantata, we did sing In our church choir on Sunday eve., And solo, I did bring. Just to my left was one called John At six foot six, but blind, To right another, "uncle George" While young, next door’d him find. He was in charge of microphones When soloists we’d have, A task performed with fine finesse So confident and suave. He had me 'mic’ed just bars before My solo piece was due, When ’nother seizure I endured,