Born 13th of October 1923 passed 26th July 2026, what can I put about Reg and
His mates? Heroes by any standard they
Forged their fate, in blood and mud, against maleria and dengu fever, they
Stood this test against 16000, Japs.!
all frontliners Imperials;
Then, yet our ( part time soldiers ) had at them, boy these
Were real men! Just 77 they took sone hits
Their biggest weapon a mortar pipe, yet
on with it.' The Jaos small mountain cannons unleashed many a barrage, these real
ANZAC fighters contested every yard..
Each foot they gave, the enemy paid, their
Owen guns rattling, All Aussie homemade
Some fired and ran into enemy lines
Even throwing grenades at the same
Time..Holding on till re-inforcements
All four hundred and eighty' came, then
they counter-attacked.' And
Pushed on through the pain, the enemy retreating
( was God on their side.?) I am inclined to
So venture.? That He heloed turn the tide
They saved Australia and maybe even the
West.? I salute Reg and his mates these were the best of our best.'
My name is Captain Thomas Blake
William’s company commander
I am very sorry for the loss of your son
at the hands of a sniper
I did not get to know him as he was assigned
to my company only a week ago
I have enclosed his personal effects:
1. a sepia toned picture of a young woman holding a
baby boy with Mom and Me in black marker scrawled on the back
2. an envelope with the name Susie written in feminine hand on
the front containing a love letter from her
3. a well gnawed penicil and tattered notebook-
your son was an excellent poet
4. one dog eared Gideon New Testament
5. the Scot Terrier token from Monopoly
wrapped in a zip lock bag
It is with deepest regret we can only return these enclosed
items and not your living son.
With humble regards
Capt. Thomas Blake
Co. A
1st Battalion
504th Inf. Reg
82nd Airborne Div.
"Sometimes the smallest act of kindness becomes the brightest light along our darkest road."
He is one in a million--
a hand that reached out
when the world was silent,
and when kindness was rare.
Reg(Rej), though we have never met,
I feel your goodness
in the way it touched my path.
When I had nowhere to go,
you were there...
proof that the Lord sends hearts
to lift the fallen when hope runs thin!
For twenty-one nights, I walked alone
smiling at strangers…
never letting them see the weight I carried.
My knees ached,
my feet swollen,
my body trembling on the edge of collapse.
And still I told myself:
no one could run this race for me.
So I pressed forward
clutching courage in the dark,
holding on to the feeble flame of hope
that someone, somewhere
would understand without judgment.
Then came you...
A quiet proof that mercy endures,
that kindness still weaves its way through the dark
and even when the night is heaviest,
daylight will arrive.
When I finally reach my destination..
I will turn my face to the sun
and keep this treasure close:
that somewhere along the way home,
I found you...
and kept you in my heart.
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.
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
From Ric or Dick
In all languages!
From rush and Publishing Co.
Unlimited.
Love and Phuckin
Love and Love
Keeping it ta'gatha Music Cum Panties!
Saw Shush Can't Panties!
Neck it UnDoor Beach
Ah thou sand Tongues 2Sing!
Fee -Got hurr Pregnant!!
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
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 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.
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 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
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
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?
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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
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?
(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.
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