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MY LIFE

In the quiet whispers of the night,
My heart battles its endless fight,
With every step I bravely take,
Two steps back, my soul does break.

Alone in my room, I shed my tears,
Each drop a testament to my fears,
A life once bright now fades to grey,
I question how it slipped away.

Friends become shadows in the light,
Afraid they'll drown in my endless night,
Tomorrow's dawn fills me with dread,
I wish for peace, an end to this thread.

Once, my world was pure and bright,
Now I'm lost in an endless night,
Did I stray too far from faith’s warm embrace,
Leaving me in this desolate space?

Dear God, hear my silent plea,
Lift this burden, set me free,
My life crumbles, bit by bit,
Only You can heal this rift.

I hold onto hope with trembling hands,
For love and joy in distant lands,
Youth's deceit or fate’s cruel guise,
In darkness, hidden strength lies.

GalBouis Has song

I long to meet my lover
She's ll be mi children's
Mother
I'll propose
And she'll say
Yessir reg!
We' ll have
Candlelite
And kisses
I'll change her
To wife
From missus
We'll reherst
To take
Our picture s
I long to meet
Mi lover
Somewhere
She waits for me


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Counting Club Crew

Flora lives next door to Merlin Mouse
He is best friends with Bill O'Grouse,
They were invited to come to tea 
One plus one and Miss Flora Flea.

Paw Dog and Crew Cat from number ten,
Passed Mrs Cluck the plump brown hen.
They kindly invited Mrs Cluck to tea
Two plus two and Miss Flora Flea.

The hen had laid six large eggs,
Carried in a basket by Rooster Reg.
He too was invited by Mrs Cluck 
Both saw and invited Miss Deirdre Duck.

Phoebe Parrot swiftly flew in
Ray Rabbit brought his violin.
Their invites came from Benjamin
Who suddenly declared "Let the tea party begin".

Crew cat and Paw dog were together invited, 
By Bob Robin; the three were very excited. 
But who had invited Flora and Bob Robin to tea?
It was Squire Squirrel who lives at Three Oak Tree.

How many were invited to come to tea?
How many were very excited was it two or three?
Can you add the numbers written all the way through?
You are warmly welcome to the Counting Club Crew.

When you have finished please do tell everyone
To share in the counting and share in the fun. 
There is room for all, invite your friends too
Sharing many journeys with fun counting to do.

     02.06.22

Toilet Trouble

Sid suffers from bad constipation
This causes his wife aggravation
You should eat some bran 
Exclaims his wife Fran
This requires his co-operation

But stubborn Sid won’t copy Fran
Who adores eating healthy wheat bran
And he won’t eat veg
Like their grandson Reg
So Sidney spends hours on the can

11/04/21

Dead

dead oregano
still in glass on window sill....
butterflies outside  

I think in England it is pronounced as: or re gon o
In the area of America where I live we pronounce it: O/reg/ga/ no with a short a sound.

Peter Cherry

There was a man called Peter Cherry
Who was fond of the loganberry
His friend Reg
Would only eat veg
But Peter found fruit made him merry!

Reg's Vest

Reg just loved to wear a string vest
It would cover his dark hairy chest
Vests would hang on the line
When the weather was fine
String vests were the ones Reg loved best

At the airport Reg was booked on a flight
The metal scanner showed something not right
Security were impressed 
His wallet’s pinned to his vest -
They let him through much to Reg’s delight!

This is a true story which was told by our friend Reg’s daughter after his funeral and I was challenged to write a  poem about this

08-21-17

Funeral Flowers For Reg

lilies on coffin
small teddy nestles in them
silent tears falling

I recently attended the funeral of an old friend and was choked when I saw a small teddy lurking in the flowers and later discovered his great grandchildren has insisted the teddy bear was with him on his final journey

04~22~17

G Ped

Our appetite wanted more
Bun and cheese, or potted meat sandwich
They were handed out all in a row

From his small room
Its front door slightly ajar
One unbelievable
Kind hand, fed more than four

Reginald led the way and spoke
"Mr. Drummings, yu hav anyting?"
It was rare not hearing locks unlocked
The ringleader was mostly welcome in
Four siblings, four sandwiches, one hand waving us on

He would feed himself in silence
Inside, where
Some unspeakable spirit lurked
Hunger was no joke to Reg. and us
His role of self-reliance
Modeled after same sex
Granny, and Papa, and Mama had no clue

One afternoon, it was just Reg. and I
In the twinkle of an eye, this opening
My stomach gnawed and caved
A chubby hand shooed me on with a wave
I walked toward St. John (our Primary school)
Felt a sudden sickening lonesomeness

Later, much later
The old man lived
In backyard he dwell
Beside body builder's home
His small wooden abode, seemed enough
It sat humbled, beside Reggie's concrete home
Was the old man eased, from his burden?

*

Twintig Tien Tot Nou

Twintig tien tot nou

So vinnig soos jy inwurm… in troosprys vlees-genot
..en dink dat dit so lank sal hou; Pasop vir toekoms lot!
En as ek dan verkeerd mag wees – bewys dit dat jy het 
presies gedoen wat ek kon sien; Die fout was niè ons bed!

As ek die feite reg verstaan; en my gedagtes dwaal
na daardie tyd toe hy besluit; my by my werk kom haal – 
en  saam met ons… aan tafel sit – selfs oorslaap vir die nag…
Die legkaartstuk ontbloot aan my…: dat jy hom toè al smag!

En effens met die tyd verloop; steeds in ons ou verhaal.
(Dit was daai aand wat èk weg was) jou skandes jou inhaal.
Gesê dat dit ‘n hoorsê was…; jy hom nie aan wou raak…
Twee jaar later, facebook wys…, jul foto amper naak!

Nou sê jy my dat ek verbrou en jou wou agterlaat?
Terwyl die laaste legkaartstuk jou sondes teen my haat
wil ek probeer om aan te gaan…; my lewe op te bou
in plaas daarvan om blindelings my drang te onderhou.

Ek draai my rug finaal op jou, maak jy maar soos jy moet.
Mag hy jou gelukkig maak. Mag jy hom alles gee.
Ek was my hand onskuldig met -  my vredevol’ gemoed
terwyl ek dan die laaste traan…; hier van my wang af vee.

Skeiding

Skeiding 

Al meer en nog meer is donkerder mure
‘n verskynsel wat opspring hier reg voor my oë
Tussen die hede en eensame ure
weet ek die skeiding is nog nie genoë

Veg  ek en poog ek om daardeur te kom
vind ek is daar nie ‘n deurang rondom.
Verlangend na iets wat met my moet gebeur
tas ek maar steeds leer ek niks nie daardeur

Spring oor,  laat ek aan die ander kant val
my hare en tande die stof ingeklem
my lyf oor die muur hang, ek’s seker ek sal
aanhou en nie meer probeer om te rem

Hoor jy my stik!
Of  is die muur dalk te dik?

R E G I N a L D

(In loving memory of my big brother, Reg)


Right within my den
Calligraphic letters you penned
Surfaced as reminder of the love we shared
I see picture perfect portraits
No negatives.

You do appear on wings of time
Like sun's penetrating light
In spaces, deep as the Caribbean Sea
Yes, you are reflected
In multiple hews, brilliant as you...
Blood of my blood;

Imagine fortified versions of you
I see courteous crews...
Beyond seven saintly specimens
Now your name is set abroad
As though Griot who ruled.

I remembered, you tamed my fears
And rose to pave smooth
One perilous path I walked to work
Yes, weary women in need of warmth, were
Cloaked in hand woven peace, given by you
Now, you're laminated photo...
Graphed upon walls of grateful minds.

I have seen you prodding time
Through lens of your mind
Tall as mahogany trees
That cools, and shelters multitudes
Now; who but time, will seal
This empty space 
I feel within my soul?
You'll never be you I once knew.

*

First Frost of the Season

First Frost of the Season
By Reg Rhodes




September 1st; the first frost of the season.
The coolness in the air inspires my imagination.

What new adventures will the Rocky Mountain winter bring?
How much snow will fall before spring?

350 inches of snow, or more?
I'm so happy to once again live my life the way it was before!

My snowmachine still waits in summer hibernation.
The sight of it makes me giddy with anticipation.
Soon, I will be rushing down high mountain chutes, overwhelmed with exhilaration.

The smell of snowmobile exhaust Invokes reflections of fresh powder flowing over the top of my sleds hood.
Floating through the mountain powder makes me feel so incredibly good!

What snowy treasures hidden in the backcountry, will we find?
When we explore the endless acres of immense forest pine. 
The trees will beckon to me; and I'll leave my worries behind.

It is in the deep snows and thick pines; where I find my solace and inner peace.
The sight of snow capped mountain tops provides me with a wonderful spiritual release!

The early fall frosts reward me with immense inspiration;
to once again embrace life, and the unique winter season!

Verkrag

Verkrag

Vrou
Sag en vol mag
Rustig,hard, vol krag
Stamp hom weg
Dit is nie reg
Skeurend,stukkend
Jou vrou wees weg;
Rou,grou die donker
Rukkend, bukkend
Jou vrou wees dronker
Leeg,geen krag
Hortend, hawend
Vrou, verkrag,
Leeg,geen krag.
©Theresa Rossouw

Registered With the Pennsylvania Dept of Poetry

registered with the Pennsylvania Dept of Poetry ®

inspected by agent #56 
this poem has been aged 
for no less than eighteen months
in an old barn, in an oaken cask
nestled in a wormed wood stall
with an earthen floor and
kept at a steady temperature
despite a few dusty sunbeams 
breaking through the slats in the wall 
with an ol' Tom cat who guards
the wood and the words
ready to howl his approval

© Goode Guy 2012-04-03

http://www.straightdope.com/columns/read/306/why-is-reg-dept-penna-agr-on-so-many-labels

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