His N scale model railway,
Unfinished to this day…
Is labeled P.C.
Not politically,
But “Procrastination Central”, he’d say!
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So much on it still to do,
Each project is almost half-through…
Keeps changing direction
On theme selection,
Rearranging things as if on cue
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HE THINKS…he’s nailed it down,
His scrap plastic pile’s quite a mound…
Rough kitbashing
Some parts go missing,
On which he won’t expound!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(From the author’s notebook. Written 4/14/16)
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Depression seen as chronic,
Folks judge moronic…
Why choose
And refuse
To be catatonic?
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Some have the crazy idea,
Behavior is willful and clear…
Always a choice
With inner voice,
Pointing the way to steer!
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“Just stop that,” is a farce,
Who gave you the right to parse…?
Some things are not
As easily shot,
Without making it worse!
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Why don’t you understand
Continuing to reprimand…
This creation fallen
Is appalling,
But the way things currently stand?
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The chronic depressed are cast,
Into a bullring vast…
One says, “OLE”
All you need to say
Is begone, and the sickness is past”!
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We’re often pushed aside,
Who will the “gutless” abide…?
But Christ’s embrace
Filled with grace
Can heal all that’s inside!
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An Opinion Poem..based in part on the author’s personal experience.
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–Jonathan Caswell
AUTHOR’S NOTE: He’s not trying to grandstand—just admit to his guilt of certain motives and conduct and ask forgiveness of those he has wronged–whether or not they feel they were. It is a part of his Christian belief…being reconciled to God and the ones he has wronged asking forgiveness of both. There is a Bible basis to all this, which the author believes by faith to be the transcribed word of God to be followed and obeyed. Especially when he doesn’t! Questions/Comments are always welcome.
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Writer of poetry,
The “fashion” got away from me…
Chasing skirts
Many women hurts,
Of this I am guilty!
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Sought “readers” unsuccessfully,
The hidden motive–to see…
What interested
Where saints shouldn’t tread
And pester them endlessly!
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The many unreturned visits,
Prove out how wrong is it…
I know my sin
Repenting therein,
Stop this practice is the solution exquisite!
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I will stillreach out,
In subjects not ruled out…
Walk in the flesh
Heavily risks death,
Gotta pull some hot irons out!
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The upshot–some I’ll follow–
The rest–if they visit tomorrow…
I’ll respond graciously
But not the pest–not me–
I’ve sinned–I repent in sorrow!
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My actions toward those of whom I’ve spoken,
From now on–contact is broken…
This I must do
So they’ll feel safe too,
No need of me in their business poking.
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–Jonathan Caswell
Spaghetti hits the fan,
Whatever goes wrong–can…
Letting things slide
Like suicide,
Leaves very little planned.
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Brought it all on his head,
The wife’s got her own head…
Why try
Tired of the strive,
He wants to go back to bed.
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Blames himself he’s isolated,
No confidant located…
But those for hire–
Credit’s expired–
In fewer discussions he’s participated!
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Why anyone would stay,
He wants to hide away…
Have to muddle through–
Make an attempt to–
Would anyone pray?
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–Jonathan Caswell
Mr. Trump we trusted you so,
But your team members’ greed will blow…
The good advertised
To be capsized,
By Liberal telling by show!
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We’re not totally turned,
But trust’s a commodity earned…
A fire strom—
But you’ve been warned–
Is it too later for you to have learned?
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Open disclosure now
With apologies maay just slow…
The forming lynch mob
And save your job,
Before you become butchered cow!
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–Jonathan Caswell
An opinion post–the author’s!
He wasn’t going to bring,
Until his wife’s suggesting…
With no thought
His computer brought,
It proves itself addicting!
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Collecting image files,
His face fixedly smiles…
In his zeal
He skips a meal,
And that is a real surprise!
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To get balanced tomorrow night,
He’ll leave the thing home that night…
We hope he’s learned
When desires burn,
It can be a difficult fight!
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–Jonathan Caswell
I don’t think he meant to,
Shove his blood sugar down through…
The danger zone
Way, way down,
Down where life might be through!
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Discovered his mistake then,
Tried packing food in…
Chicken, roast beef,
Glucose tabs for relief,
And test all over again!
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How much—oid he take (?)—
Too much for his sake…
“DR 500”
And he wondered,
If he sleeps, will he ever awake?
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His insulin pen had jammed part way,
Drawing out with a syringe to save…
Medicine
Still within,
Not usually an idiot this way…!
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–Jonathan Caswell
He fell that nervous itch,
An unapproved message twitch…
Anticipation
Of excoriation,
From a condemnation they’ve stitched!
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‘Though lately it’s been all joy,
Thanking him for his redeploy…
Of their posting–
Graciously hosting
It again, without being coy!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Ostensively to interview,
A teacher’s position or two…
On the way back
Stopped by track,
Of the SPRINGFIELD TERMINAL to view!
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Should have known by default,
To “snap” the unloading salt…
Trestle in place
I kind of lost face,
The error was sole my fault!
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A couple of car movers only
In the engine house, looking lonely…
A man let me in
Seeing my grin,
They hauled in salt cars only.
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 