Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Was being plagued by salesmen Who travelled door to door, They're really quite annoying, And I could take no more.     Me thinks they all were students, To make 'a buck or two', But REALLY, did they HAVE to   Keep pestering me and you?   The final straw was broken, Was going to take no more, I taught the guys a lesson, That they would call no more.                                      Was selling 'Water Heaters  For us to 'rent' instead ,                                                                     The one we had was paid for,                                                                                                                          'And working', I t'him, said.                                                   Continued on, not list'ning,                                                                               .                                So let him fill forms in                                   . .   .      .    

Medical teams encourage.    All ages, to stay fit,              T o keep your body moving,  Don't ever think to quit.        F lexible,  we try to stay,         Our joints t o keep in  shape,   Exercise, it is a must,             Immobility, escape.              Run and Jump then Kneel and Press Daily activity, Ensure we're not unstable, Results, we soon should see. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  Th'actions though, could also mar Our daily life routine, If they're not used with caution, I'll tell you what I mean. Should never e'er  RUN-RIOT Disturbing others peace, And if you find, that, doing,  Immediately, should cease. Nor should we to ' conclusions'  JUMP, Get all the details first, False info. is a pitfall,  Where friendships, could be cursed. Mid leg joints 'ssist with confidence,  Don't KNEEL as cowering, With  boldness  stand up for yourself, Empowerment, to bring. PRESS-ups give you courage,  Stamina and stre

South African Professor For whom I did give care, Always asked ONE question,  Whenever I'd be there. Ev'n if second visit  A  few hours later, was, Th'initial greeting question Was still asked, just because.  Aft. many months of caring Same question, answering, Decided, I, to test him, His memory recall, bring. After he asked his question, I answered, "you tell me" "I don't know" - his response, Replied with, "Well, let's see". "Did I call in to see you? ''You did'' was his reply, "Then tell ME, what my name is" Something ,  we  had  to try. "I don't know" still replied, I said, "Did I 'call in'? And aft. a few times prompting, Cogs, turning, did begin. Until one morn. did greet him, Aft' my  response, he said "Is it 'Call in?'" his reply. " Correct" I responded, His daughter, whom he lived with, ASTOUNDED was and said "You're the first na

Before the days of G.P.S. When paper maps were in, On foreign roads, it was a must, To set out route, to win.  Once way was set, adhered to, To take detour,  dared NOT, Though IF, perchance were roadworks, Soon back on track, we got. Howe'er, with new technology, When G.P.S. is set, Should we detour, or veer off track, 'Twill keep us journeying yet. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - In LIFE, we're on a journey, Our destination, choose, ONE way, it's sure, we WILL win, Th'other, life, will lose. Trust G od for P rotection, S afety, Our Spiritual G.P.S. So choose your journey early, HE will, eternally, bless.

People who have known me Life time or just short while, Will know I love to play on words, It's always been my style. Words which have two meanings, And I know which is meant, I'll often use the other one, Some think my mind is bent. Make and finish 'Crosswords' 'Tis NOT my 'claim to fame', Compiled for home church magazine, With "C.Ross-words" by name. Then, you see, the rhyming, It's how I do converse, Though I will close now,  j ust incase   You think they're getting worse . 

                                              Whene'er us boys were younger                                   Our father drove a car                            With four wheels, one each corner,                                         It took us really far.                                               A friend at church we went to,                              Whene'er us boys were 'wee'                                He too did drive a vehicle                             But wheels - had only THREE.                         And where dad's car had TWO doors                                  Each side and opposite,                            This vehicle just had ONE door                               With young boys, was a 'hit'.                                So we would wait for Mervyn,                                  Two minute drive, 'twas all,                                But 'cause it looked so different,                                    

“Neglect can happen without effort, without thinking, and without our notice.  Satan, the master deceiver, delights to keep our mind occupied with the cares and pleasures of this world.  He cares not whether it be something good or bad, as long as it distracts us from focusing on things eternal.” It's just one little step in the wrong direction after the next little step. It's JUST 'a step', he told me, As he paced to the side, But THEN, he took another, Was something here, implied? I SHOULD have stretched my hand out Aft' first step he did make, But little did I know back then, That he would others take. It was a SLOW departure, We just drifted apart, At one time were like brothers, Almost joined, through our heart. When he got out of arms length, I feared, ne'ermore would see, That fear eventually flourished, When he ignored my plea. So IF your brother falters, Don't wait, to bring him near, Reach out,  to keep that closeness, For one you hold so dear.

  There comes a time whene'er remorse Is just a second late, Your guilt trip lingered just too long, And you will face your fate. Your Could'a, Would'a, Should'a, Now past the time 'twas due, Remorse may linger just a while, For ever, now, you'll rue. You may have had an upset With someone here on earth , Delayed   making placation  ....... for what it's worth. Far worse though, this is vital, With Yahweh, MUST atone, And HE is just a prayer away, This 'prayer' is like the phone. Just talk to Him as normal, HE hears your inner thought, His arms, always will be outstretched, With HIS blood, LIFE was bought.

You've got a brand new outfit? You look as swell, as could, Though sadly, THAT outfit will fade, In th'end, will do no good. New vehicle? WOW, impressive, It MUST've cost greal deal, Just take it for a few long drives, And THEN see how you feel.   A new house? - Never lived in? Blank canvas, yours to choose, Be careful though, an accident Could mean your house, will lose. Earthly treasures ALL will pass, They'll not always be 'hip' Eventually you'll lose it all, Just like a sinking ship. You GOTTA be clad with RIGHTEOUSNESS For THAT alone, will last When end of age does come to pass With final Trumpet, blast.

Various gifts we've all been giv'n, Most merge when we're still young, Though  t'develop ripe,  some take more time, Like climbing  rung to rung. I hadn't even thought of  'gifts' I just did what I knew, I saw a need I could fulfill, And knew just what to do. I'd joined church choir aged seventeen, Back then, MY 'ailment' rife, But strived to do the best I could, I had to LIVE, my life. I'd had voice lessons in my youth, W as asked, ' What type of voice?' I actually had no idea, I didn't have a choice. "You sound like you're a bass" was told So was placed between two, One blind, the other, had a 'stroke' I knew what I should do. I helped one open up his books So he could, music, sing, The other, lyrics, did recite, Should he forget something. My actions, they were noticed By church youth leader there, H'informed my parents of my 'gift' Of 'helping', 'giving care'. At present church

 Matthew 24:12  And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold. Have witnessed th'above in many a church Where cliques, so evident,  You don't fit in, so don't come near, Not 'said',  but actions, meant. 'Twas rampant in my own home church When in mid twenties, me, I wasn't like  those, similar age, 'Twas really plain to see.   Have sung in groups, in few of these And while at start was great, When leadership of group did change The 'love' did change to 'hate'. Whether they thought I was too good, My voice, when young, WAS trained, That 'green machine's inside us all, Animosity's ingrained. Thankfully, through it, we have found A LOVING 'family' Where EVERY ONE's accepted, Whatever status, be.

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  Still breathing, thus still 'living', Though gone, life's quality, Reality, the 'waiting game' This 'end of life'  story. We know what will be imminent,  It's just the 'when', unknown, We have no say, seem powerless, When loved ones, they are 'goin'  'Tis difficult just watching Still knowing what WILL come, Reflecting past experiences, Achievements, yet, feel numb. Unable, to things, rectify, Powerless to assist, Just 'be there' that's sufficient, Too soon they will be missed. So love them through their struggle As looms, their departure, The outcome, it IS certain, The timing, just, unsure. The person DID pass the next morning

  Working in a nursing home,  For breakfast - hot or cold,  Bowls of cereal, had a choice, I often did as told. There was a client and his wife For both of them, he spoke, 'Twas 'cornflakes' ordered, every day, Sure was a mannered bloke. Whene'er I 'pproached his table, I aye, his request heard, However, with me, being me , Once, took him at his word. Whene'er he said "Two cornflakes please" As he asked, I t'him gave, A bowl with just two flakes of corn, It's FUN, to misbehave. Looking quite bewildered, Responded with "What's that?" I told him "What you asked for," He sure thought 'what a brat'. I then did fill the bowl I'd giv'n With many more such flakes, And when two filled bowls I did serve, He laughed with bellyaches. The NEXT day serving breakfast, He did not, me, dispel, "Two BOWLS of cornflakes" - his request, He'd learned his lesson well.

Packing up and moving  Aft. twenty years in place, Accumulated possessions With memories of each space. What do we keep for memoirs? What should discarded, be? Each item has its story And hence, a memory. Especially if that mem'ry Is linked to some, not here, 'Tis hard to just discard it When they're no longer near. Though if new space is smaller You got to 'pick and choose' For without stimulation, Some memories, WILL loose.

                                    Friendliness is RAMPANT in this wee church of mine,        Unlike some other gatherings I've witnessed in my time,        E'en where I grew up in, and worshipped, decades four,        But then, nought to compare with, but since, I've been to more.        Some showed love to SOME folk, for maybe a short while,        Others showed compassion, was going out of  style,           Though at OUR LOVING gathering, it's GENUINE and TRUE,         No matter what your status, they WILL show care, to you.         Ready, Willing, Able, in MANY situations,         If you don't know already, the church is 'GENERATIONS'                                                                               

 So hard it is, though also So welcoming to feel The LOVING CARE from others, When they, compassion deal. Again,  our small church family, Have shown that love, in "deed" Been there t'assist in person, Whene'er they found a 'need' Does not e'en need requested, "It's needed done, we'll DO" It REALLY is heart warming When feeling loved, by you.

  W e each have had a father, Full time, part time, unknown, But blessed are we, t'remember When deeds of love were shown. A stronghold, mighty fortress, A shelter in life's storm, Who never tires of caring With tender heart, and warm. But there is yet a father, The Father of all  men, HE wearies NOT when children Call on Him 'gain and again. And we can CHOSE this father, The epitome of LOVE, One who will never leave us,  'Tis Father God, above. Let us call on Him now.

  Once again I am in awe  At th'love our church does show, The 'serving' 'loving' actions They tirelessly bestow. NOTHING seems a 'burden' To those who display 'care' When needed, ANY reason, With TRUE LOVE, they'll be there. 'rrived home from work this ev'ning To find four PLUS at work A-tidying both gardens At HELPING, they DON'T shirk.

Of  late I have been wary Of  looming issues - "mind", Names, recent locations, have Been difficult to find Not too long after happening, Where once, had memory great, I'm fearing that A lzheimers Is looming at my gate . Have cared for many clients Who suffered this disease, And while in their minds they were Okay, 'twas clear to see That words were just  not coming, Their struggle, hard to view, So trusting that compassion Will be given by you. Some of those clients, younger, Not ALL, pensioner stage, Though, mattered not to carer, Whatever was, their age. The loving care still given, Respect at all times shown, Empathy, sensitivity, As 'twas one of their own. So, if I repeat often, Events that come to mind, OR, get stuck with a few words That I just cannot find, That you'll show me compassion, Have patience, WITH me, laugh, Make light of situation, Not make me think I'm daft. Don't think of me a "burden" Prefer NOT, be this way, I ask for

I'm looking out the window From my indoor steel home It's true, I'm fed and watered here No need to search, or comb For sustenance or liquid, I'm really cared for well,  Why, they've even provided me With my own calling bell. Though looking at that sky so blue,  I see, 'like looking' kind, Just larger, not as pretty as I am - least in MY mind. How I yearn to fly so high  To feel the breeze, see cloud, But sadly in this 'prison cage' I am just not allowed. But, Wait, They hurried out this morn., My  home they did not drape, They didn't even lock MY door I see a chance  t'escape. . . . . . . . . . . . I'm free at last and flying high The views I do admire, But since I am not used to this,  My wings, they start to tire. Why did I choose to fly away From my secure domain? Was cared for, loved and fed quite well, I SHOULD return, again. Though I do wonder if those folk Will even have me back? Or even if I will recall The returning flight track

Just stayed a week with Pastor, Himself and his dear wife, I've honestly never witnessed Such LOVE in all my life. They played the role, 'Samaritan', Which comes so naturally, Another pair with 'gift of helps'  That's shown with love, so free. Just like the 'Good Samaritan' Renowned in 'one' of  'four',  For His care and attention, Their love stems from 'hearts core'. If THIS is love from humans, Just think what GOD'S love holds, The ONE who did create us, His caring arms  enfolds. .... ....Around us, each one, together, And NEVER will it change, 'Til with Him in His Splendor, We'll ne'er see its FULL range.

   This is my farewell message,   Know NOT when 'twill be read,   I KNOW,  that I'll not hear it,   For I'll be 'tatie bread'.  - [cockney slang]   'Tis true, I've had a good life,   Initially, poor health,   Though surgery, early thirties,   Life IS much more than wealth.   It's true, I had some humour,   MY sense, yours, may not've been,   But 'twas what I was 'blessed' with,   It was my 'humerus' gene.   Speaking of which, - WAS 'boney'   With very little  fat,   NOT for want of eating,    I REALLY enjoyed THAT.   I did enjoy the singing,   Church choir, Community,                Boy soprano, bass two, one,    Was all enjoyed by me.   And YES, I LOVED the poetry,   To me, it came so fast,   And while my body's mortal,   My poetry, it COULD last.   But NOW, with flawless body,   With Heavenly choir, I sing,    So, in reality, this ode,   Will be my final thing.

                     WHERE has customer SERVICE gone?               It NOW seems very rare,               Used to be it was the NORM,               ’Twas witnessed EVERYWHERE;               But NOWADAYS it’s D.I.Y.               From pumping gas in car,               To recently, “self checkout”                At local grocer store.              With recent ‘puter issues,               I phoned ‘tech’ companies,              They didn’t want to ‘come and check’              ‘Phone fixing’ for THEIR ease.              Informed them I was NOT a ‘geek’               At all that ‘techie’ stuff,              But STILL insisted - that’s their way,              I said - I’d had enough              Of all their LAZY IDLE ways,              Contacted some who CARE,              Who’d actually DO what they’ve been trained,                                                                                                                                          .            In PERSON, they’ll BE the

When married, dad rode motorbike, Took mum to see her folk, My gran, it is reported, Asked dad this, as a joke. She'd really want a photograph, As pillion pass'nger, she So camera they brought down To see if she'd agree. She took the place of mother, Then posed, with dad afront, Next thing, did hap'; mum panicked,  "Ma mammy" ! ! ! !  - what a stunt. For dad started the engine, With gran, holding him tight, "Hold tight there ma" he told her, Of THAT day, 'twas her highlight. She LOVED the brief excitement, She loved my dad, e'en more, That love it was two sided, For gran, dad had high score.  

                                         composed with my own father in mind.  F amily orientated,   A drenalin abuzz,   T hey provide the vitals,    H elping, just    because.   E ven when exhausted, their   R ole of fatherhood,   S tays as top priority,   D a d,  just loves his brood,   A sking nothing in return,   Y ou, his child, his top concern.

M any mothers, not now here, O ften thought of, through the year, T imes, frequently, come to mind, H eavenly thoughts - the loving kind, E very action, we recall, R eminding us of love from  y'all, S ignificant  moments we evoke, D escribing th'love of special folk, A lways near, your memory brought,      Y ou'll live on,  in heart, in thought .

".....the biggest honors that exist, is to be able to take care of those older adults who ever cared for us too." I read the sentence up above About young man, who showed some love To his aging, now senile dad, Who'd shown same love to that young lad. The young man, with dad, out for meal, At restaurant, eyes on them, could feel, While many eyes on them did gaze The young lad, it did not, him,  faze  For dad, while doing what he could, Was spilling some of plated food, Not always finding opened mouth, So many spoonfuls travelled south. Frustration building up inside The  fathers mind, son did not chide, Encouragement, instead did voice, Just bein' with dad, made son rejoice. "You cared for me, I'll care for you, It matters not, the acts, you do, I'll love you and I'm REALLY glad To show  you  care, my loving dad." 

          They say they have got nine lives,                      They're NOT though, 'mans best friend',  Though any I have rescued Have loved me to the end.       We even brought one with us,    When 'cross the 'pond' ' did fly,    Been heartless to have left her,    Methinks,  e'en pets do cry.          (Sheeba)         When she passed, got a kitten,   That was 2013, So he is now eleven years, At showing love, quite keen.                                                             (Solo) - [Solomon}                                                        He also has a 'brother'                                                      A cat whose owners left  To travel to the west coast,                                                                       He was alone, bereft.                                                                                                                       (Sweep)