SMELL OF RAIN.
Written by Colin Immelman.
What do I enjoy more than a warm, sunny day?
A cool, soft evening breeze, carrying a hint of rain.
Draw deep on each scented breath,
For it carries the smell of rain, oh so fresh!
I love the sudden, powerful rush of a shower,
Making me aware of God Almighty’s endless and immeasurable Power.
Or the soft pitter patter of tiny drops on the roof,
Of His gentleness again, a barely audible proof.
Rainwater into the gutter, a soft humming and splatter,
Now you know what to me really matter?
That with every drop He sends us so fair,
Is a message from Him: “I love you all and really, I do care!”
So I say, “Thank You Dear Lord, every drop for us You can spare,
For we need it to keep our earth from being dry and bare.
Coz rain keeps everything on earth alive,
Oh Lord, for without it, You know, we cannot survive.
Amen.”
http://pinewoodcolinimmelman.blogspot.com
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Crabby Old Woman.
This is one of the poems I am not the author of, but it brought a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye, so I thought it wise to share it with you.
Crabby Old Woman - one to think about!
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Assn. for Mental Health.
A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent poem.
And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet:
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking,
When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food,
And makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice,
'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice,
The things that you do,
And forever is losing,
A stocking or shoe
Who, resisting or not
Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am,
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten,
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
As I make the vows
That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide,
And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other,
With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons,
Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me,
To see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing
Young of their own,
And I think of the years,
And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman,
And nature is cruel,
'Tis jest to make old age,
Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigour depart,
There is now a stone
Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living
Life over again.
I think of the years,
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer - see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
I love to share this poem.
IT'S SOMETHING WE ALL NEED TO READ.
And don't forget the crabby old men either!**********************************************************************
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Crabby Old Woman - one to think about!
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Assn. for Mental Health.
A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent poem.
And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet:
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses?
What do you see?
What are you thinking,
When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman,
Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit,
With faraway eyes.
Who dribbles her food,
And makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice,
'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice,
The things that you do,
And forever is losing,
A stocking or shoe
Who, resisting or not
Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding,
The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse,
You're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am,
As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding,
As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten,
With a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters,
Who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen,
With wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now,
A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty,
My heart gives a leap,
As I make the vows
That I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now,
I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide,
And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,
My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other,
With ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons,
Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me,
To see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more,
Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,
My husband is dead,
I look at the future,
I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing
Young of their own,
And I think of the years,
And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman,
And nature is cruel,
'Tis jest to make old age,
Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
Grace and vigour depart,
There is now a stone
Where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
A young girl still dwells,
And now and again,
My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living
Life over again.
I think of the years,
All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people,
Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman;
Look closer - see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
I love to share this poem.
IT'S SOMETHING WE ALL NEED TO READ.
And don't forget the crabby old men either!**********************************************************************
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
A place to hang my hat.
A PLACE TO HANG MY HAT.
Written by Colin Immelman.
Tom McAskill is huntin’, an ex Texas Ranger,
Slick with a six gun, he never wanted any kinda rep’tation.
He’s been over the mountain and thru the creek a mite,
But ‘s now huntin’ a place to light,
To hang his hat and guns,
To stop working for the other ones.
So he trots into this little cow town Pinewood,
Oblivious of the fact that all hell is about to break loose.
Forced into a range war over rustled cattle,
Reluctantly he joins the battle.
There is this blue eyed cowgirl with long blond hair,
Taller than most and a face, oh so fair.
She rustles his heart without a shootin’ iron or rope,
And against a woman’s power he had little hope.
He has his job cut out for him, no kiddin’,
‘Specially as it can’t be done without any killin’.
Brennan, Sandy, Red and Parks, nursin’ their cows, ranchers all,
Vyin’ for position, an all out range war.
Now no one trusts him, ‘specially him bein’ a stranger,
Until he pins on the star again, the one reinstatin’ him as Ranger.
So he starts cleanin’ up the mess,
Bringin’ justice to this world, that’s what he does best.
Fightin’, palaverin’, riding and shootin’,
All in a days work, and as for Laura, a mite a courtin’.
She however falls prey to Mason, the outlaw,
Who takes her to the border like she is an Indian squaw.
Right into the desert Tom has to ride,
To take back and bring home his future bride.
Leavin’ the Apaches to deal with the crook, Mason,
Him bein’ in no position to bargain or palaver.
His scalp they will take, that’s no lie,
But not before they put him to the test, his brains they gonna fry.
Only Mills, the killer and outlaw is still runnin’ free,
Nearly catches Tom with his pants on his knee.
But his experience saves him…. and his speed,
With a .44 six gun so slick and fast,
He ends Mills’ life with a blast!
Now Tom has found a place to hang his guns and hat,
A home with Laura, the tall, blue eyed lass.
http://pinewoodcolinimmelman.blogspot.com
Written by Colin Immelman.
Tom McAskill is huntin’, an ex Texas Ranger,
Slick with a six gun, he never wanted any kinda rep’tation.
He’s been over the mountain and thru the creek a mite,
But ‘s now huntin’ a place to light,
To hang his hat and guns,
To stop working for the other ones.
So he trots into this little cow town Pinewood,
Oblivious of the fact that all hell is about to break loose.
Forced into a range war over rustled cattle,
Reluctantly he joins the battle.
There is this blue eyed cowgirl with long blond hair,
Taller than most and a face, oh so fair.
She rustles his heart without a shootin’ iron or rope,
And against a woman’s power he had little hope.
He has his job cut out for him, no kiddin’,
‘Specially as it can’t be done without any killin’.
Brennan, Sandy, Red and Parks, nursin’ their cows, ranchers all,
Vyin’ for position, an all out range war.
Now no one trusts him, ‘specially him bein’ a stranger,
Until he pins on the star again, the one reinstatin’ him as Ranger.
So he starts cleanin’ up the mess,
Bringin’ justice to this world, that’s what he does best.
Fightin’, palaverin’, riding and shootin’,
All in a days work, and as for Laura, a mite a courtin’.
She however falls prey to Mason, the outlaw,
Who takes her to the border like she is an Indian squaw.
Right into the desert Tom has to ride,
To take back and bring home his future bride.
Leavin’ the Apaches to deal with the crook, Mason,
Him bein’ in no position to bargain or palaver.
His scalp they will take, that’s no lie,
But not before they put him to the test, his brains they gonna fry.
Only Mills, the killer and outlaw is still runnin’ free,
Nearly catches Tom with his pants on his knee.
But his experience saves him…. and his speed,
With a .44 six gun so slick and fast,
He ends Mills’ life with a blast!
Now Tom has found a place to hang his guns and hat,
A home with Laura, the tall, blue eyed lass.
http://pinewoodcolinimmelman.blogspot.com
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Going nowhere in a hurry!
GOING NOWHERE IN A HURRY!
WRITTEN BY COLIN IMMELMAN
Take a look around you, pay attention,
What is the position of your pension?
What is the standard of education in our schools?
Are we being led around by fools?
No electricity, fuel price going through the roof,
Crime soaring, of that we all have proof.
Are we the fools for being brainwashed by those supposed to lead the way?
That everything is hunky dory, coz that’s what they say!
That it is normal for this or that to happen, we have to suffer shedding of load,
And we must pay for their mistakes, even up to 60% more is what we are told.
Now I listen to the optimist, “yes, but in other countries you’ll find the same!”
I say, “Bull dust man, I don’t live in ‘other countries’, your excuse is lame!”
To me this is a pathetic state of affair,
And like sheep we fall in, go with the flow and share,
Abide by and accept. Others? Damn, they just don’t care.
My opinion? I think we are all getting brainwashed to accept,
The sorry state of affairs, mayhem, chaos and in general a concept,
Either lower your standards or get the hell out!
Both of which many are doing, or have done, without a doubt.
So the sorry state will continue while we sit idle,
Accepting, abiding, going with the flow, man, it’s like riding a horse without a bridle!
http://pinewoodcolinimmelman.blogspot.com
WRITTEN BY COLIN IMMELMAN
Take a look around you, pay attention,
What is the position of your pension?
What is the standard of education in our schools?
Are we being led around by fools?
No electricity, fuel price going through the roof,
Crime soaring, of that we all have proof.
Are we the fools for being brainwashed by those supposed to lead the way?
That everything is hunky dory, coz that’s what they say!
That it is normal for this or that to happen, we have to suffer shedding of load,
And we must pay for their mistakes, even up to 60% more is what we are told.
Now I listen to the optimist, “yes, but in other countries you’ll find the same!”
I say, “Bull dust man, I don’t live in ‘other countries’, your excuse is lame!”
To me this is a pathetic state of affair,
And like sheep we fall in, go with the flow and share,
Abide by and accept. Others? Damn, they just don’t care.
My opinion? I think we are all getting brainwashed to accept,
The sorry state of affairs, mayhem, chaos and in general a concept,
Either lower your standards or get the hell out!
Both of which many are doing, or have done, without a doubt.
So the sorry state will continue while we sit idle,
Accepting, abiding, going with the flow, man, it’s like riding a horse without a bridle!
http://pinewoodcolinimmelman.blogspot.com
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
A tribute to my sister.
To My sister, sweet Marisa.
There was this cute thirty – something spinster,
Who turns out to be, believe it or not, my sweet little sister.
When she got married, she didn’t want me to make a speech,
But I thought I got to say my peace.
She, born a dozen years later than me,
Would for me do nothing without charging a fee.
What she never considered was the fact that I, her Ouboet,
Had to clean her backside and wash her shit – doek.
Many’s a night or day I rocked her to sleep,
When she cried endlessly, with pain so deep,
Or took her for a ride on my bike,
And for sore eyes she was a sight,
With a diaper on her behind!
And a ‘kappie’ on her head,
While the rest of her body was bear.
Marisa, remember how you used to threaten to spill the beans,
When we, your brothers, refused to fit in with your deals.
How you would not leave me be, when my girlfriend was there,
I can still hear you threaten - “ek gaan vir pa sê!”
A sweetie or two we would offer you then,
Just so you would go play in your den.
Only to return once again when the sweetie was finished,
And you needed it to be replenished.
Now at long last you’re getting married, but I have to inform you,
Remember, a husband you can choose and surely a friend,
But with your brothers and your past, damn, sorry to say, with them you are stuck till the bitter end!!
Your Ouboet.
There was this cute thirty – something spinster,
Who turns out to be, believe it or not, my sweet little sister.
When she got married, she didn’t want me to make a speech,
But I thought I got to say my peace.
She, born a dozen years later than me,
Would for me do nothing without charging a fee.
What she never considered was the fact that I, her Ouboet,
Had to clean her backside and wash her shit – doek.
Many’s a night or day I rocked her to sleep,
When she cried endlessly, with pain so deep,
Or took her for a ride on my bike,
And for sore eyes she was a sight,
With a diaper on her behind!
And a ‘kappie’ on her head,
While the rest of her body was bear.
Marisa, remember how you used to threaten to spill the beans,
When we, your brothers, refused to fit in with your deals.
How you would not leave me be, when my girlfriend was there,
I can still hear you threaten - “ek gaan vir pa sê!”
A sweetie or two we would offer you then,
Just so you would go play in your den.
Only to return once again when the sweetie was finished,
And you needed it to be replenished.
Now at long last you’re getting married, but I have to inform you,
Remember, a husband you can choose and surely a friend,
But with your brothers and your past, damn, sorry to say, with them you are stuck till the bitter end!!
Your Ouboet.
Die huwelik.
WENKE VIR (byna) VOLMAAKTE HUWELIK.
Geskryf deur Colin Immelman
Hier volg ‘n paar wenke vir die volmaakte huwelik,
As jy wat hier volg, deeglik weeg en wik,
Sal jy geseen wees met ‘n huwelik lank en ryk,
Sonder dat jy ooit voel die liefde neem die wyk.
Wees altyd eerlik en absoluut opreg,
Behalwe as sy dalk mag vra: “lyk ek in hierdie rok dalk effe vet?”
Steek dan jou trots in jou sak ou maat, en buig die waarheid so ‘n knert,
Deur ‘n witleuentjie hier te vertel,
Sal verseker in jou guns tel.
Onthou die vrou is altyd reg,
Al is sy ook op die verkeerde weg.
Moet nooit dink jy is ooit reg,
Want met spiëel, oogpotlood en poeierkwas en skerp tong sal sy haar saak beveg.
Jy sit gewoonlik die pot heeltemal mis
As jy enigiets as vanselfsprekend wis.
Hou altyd by haar reels,
My ou neefs,
In meervoud neergelê
En maak presies net soos sy vir jou sê….
Daar is by enige vrou slegs twee reëls,
Die eerste is: “ONTHOU, EK IS ALTOOS KORREK!”
En as sy miskien sou afwyk van daardie weg,
Meneertjie, onthou dan net reel een, “ek is altyd reg!”
As jou oë dalk mag dwaal na ‘n mooie aster,
Glo my vry, dan raak haar lippe al hoe vaster.
Twee reguit lyne, styf saamgepers,
Hiermee wys sy jou stilswyend op die regte weg.
Broer, voel jy nou maar nie alleen,
Meeste van ons sit met dieselfde probleem.
Bose geeste en demone is dit nie, wees jy nou maar daaroor ook gerus,
Maar slegte buie, pms en oortollige vetjies is die oorsaak, dis gewis.
As jy ooit sou twyfel,
Of as jy dalk voel jy raak die pad nou byster,
Al probeer jy ook vir die vale,
Onhou, een ding staan soos ‘n paal bo wate…..
Doen altyd net jou aller-bes,
Want God sal sorg vir die res!
http://poems4u-colin.blogspot.com
Geskryf deur Colin Immelman
Hier volg ‘n paar wenke vir die volmaakte huwelik,
As jy wat hier volg, deeglik weeg en wik,
Sal jy geseen wees met ‘n huwelik lank en ryk,
Sonder dat jy ooit voel die liefde neem die wyk.
Wees altyd eerlik en absoluut opreg,
Behalwe as sy dalk mag vra: “lyk ek in hierdie rok dalk effe vet?”
Steek dan jou trots in jou sak ou maat, en buig die waarheid so ‘n knert,
Deur ‘n witleuentjie hier te vertel,
Sal verseker in jou guns tel.
Onthou die vrou is altyd reg,
Al is sy ook op die verkeerde weg.
Moet nooit dink jy is ooit reg,
Want met spiëel, oogpotlood en poeierkwas en skerp tong sal sy haar saak beveg.
Jy sit gewoonlik die pot heeltemal mis
As jy enigiets as vanselfsprekend wis.
Hou altyd by haar reels,
My ou neefs,
In meervoud neergelê
En maak presies net soos sy vir jou sê….
Daar is by enige vrou slegs twee reëls,
Die eerste is: “ONTHOU, EK IS ALTOOS KORREK!”
En as sy miskien sou afwyk van daardie weg,
Meneertjie, onthou dan net reel een, “ek is altyd reg!”
As jou oë dalk mag dwaal na ‘n mooie aster,
Glo my vry, dan raak haar lippe al hoe vaster.
Twee reguit lyne, styf saamgepers,
Hiermee wys sy jou stilswyend op die regte weg.
Broer, voel jy nou maar nie alleen,
Meeste van ons sit met dieselfde probleem.
Bose geeste en demone is dit nie, wees jy nou maar daaroor ook gerus,
Maar slegte buie, pms en oortollige vetjies is die oorsaak, dis gewis.
As jy ooit sou twyfel,
Of as jy dalk voel jy raak die pad nou byster,
Al probeer jy ook vir die vale,
Onhou, een ding staan soos ‘n paal bo wate…..
Doen altyd net jou aller-bes,
Want God sal sorg vir die res!
http://poems4u-colin.blogspot.com
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
A beautiful prayer.
Dear Lord, I thank You for this day,
I thank You for my being able to see
and to hear this morning.
I'm blessed because You are
a forgiving God and
an understanding God.
You have done so much for me
and You keep on blessing me.
Forgive me this day for everything
I have done, said or thought
that was not pleasing to you.
I ask now for Your forgiveness.
Please keep me safe
from all danger and harm.
Help me to start this day
with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude.
Let me make the best of each and every day
to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.
Please broaden my mind
that I can accept all things.
Let me not whine and whimper
over things I have no control over.
And give me the best response
when I'm pushed beyond my limits.
I know that when I can't pray,
You listen to my heart.
Continue to use me to do Your will.
Continue to bless me that I may be
a blessing to others.
Keep me strong that I may help the weak...
Keep me uplifted that I may have
words of encouragement for others.
I pray for those that are lost
and can't find their way.
I pray for those that are misjudged
and misunderstood.
I pray for those who
don't know You intimately.
I pray for those that don't believe.
But I thank You that I believe
that God changes people and
God changes things.
I pray for all my sisters and brothers.
For each and every family member
in their households.
I pray for peace, love and joy
in their homes; that they are out of debt
and all their needs are met.
I pray that every eye that reads this
knows there is no problem, circumstance,
or situation greater than God.
Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.
I pray that these words be received
into the hearts of every eye that sees it
in Jesus' name. Amen!
Author unknown.
I thank You for my being able to see
and to hear this morning.
I'm blessed because You are
a forgiving God and
an understanding God.
You have done so much for me
and You keep on blessing me.
Forgive me this day for everything
I have done, said or thought
that was not pleasing to you.
I ask now for Your forgiveness.
Please keep me safe
from all danger and harm.
Help me to start this day
with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude.
Let me make the best of each and every day
to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.
Please broaden my mind
that I can accept all things.
Let me not whine and whimper
over things I have no control over.
And give me the best response
when I'm pushed beyond my limits.
I know that when I can't pray,
You listen to my heart.
Continue to use me to do Your will.
Continue to bless me that I may be
a blessing to others.
Keep me strong that I may help the weak...
Keep me uplifted that I may have
words of encouragement for others.
I pray for those that are lost
and can't find their way.
I pray for those that are misjudged
and misunderstood.
I pray for those who
don't know You intimately.
I pray for those that don't believe.
But I thank You that I believe
that God changes people and
God changes things.
I pray for all my sisters and brothers.
For each and every family member
in their households.
I pray for peace, love and joy
in their homes; that they are out of debt
and all their needs are met.
I pray that every eye that reads this
knows there is no problem, circumstance,
or situation greater than God.
Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.
I pray that these words be received
into the hearts of every eye that sees it
in Jesus' name. Amen!
Author unknown.
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