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
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
He’s not a weather wimp,
But has a leg somewhat gimp…
Wet and cold
Makes him feel old,
More wrinkled than a chimp!
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–J.E.C.
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A FLASH—then rumbling thunder—
What a mess to be under…
Taken in stride
We all can be dried,
Enjoying this storm as a wonder!
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–J.E.C.
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With weather all over like this,
We note peoples’ special kindness…
Willingly give
That others live,
Angels in times of distress!
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–J.E.C.
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“Darkness over the waters,”
Standard Time—hear the mutters—
Walk toward Light
To see what’s right,
Believe and see what matters!
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–J.E.C.
Worked a Saturday shift,
Got mixed up in time just a bit…
Woke up confused–
Had I over snoozed,
Had I missed a doctor’s appointment?
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Went out to our living room,
TV preachers, near noon…?
Missed church–
Left them in the lurch,
They’ll have to lead their own hymn tunes!
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SUNDAY–we praise our LORD–
At church or home He’s adored…
But we confused
Miss out on Good News,
Assembling to hear God’s word!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Featured illustration is a picture of a church similar to one the author attends.
My boss stood outside
Until I had arrived…
Put two with two–
Now what did I do–
Readied for some fur flight.
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Didn’t dare say a thing
Until he was asking…
Why I seemed puzzled
I wasn’t muzzled,
Say, what in my mind was turning?
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Generally he’s out waiting,
For reprimand I’m anticipating…
Thought that he
Had it in for me,
Thus my hesitating!
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He thought maybe I was joking–
That’s his new spot for smoking…
Melting relief
No guillotine “brief”
Away with this worry uncloaking!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Had to see what is true,
When media screw…
News stories
To mirror their creeds,
With an objective to undo?
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Yellow and jingo once printed,
Are nothing compared to hate printed….
Open rebellion
Looks Orwellian,
By big financiers it’s rented.
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FOX NEWS is giving in
To the liberal din…
Instead of balancing
Progressive thinking,
Surrender is made to their sin.
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–A Political Opinion Poem–by Jonathan Caswell
Illustration from the Friendly Fairy tales blog.
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Hiding from life when it screams,
Off to magical scenes…
How we wish
For a mystical stitch,
To shore up all of our seams!
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People choose believing
What actually is deceiving…
Taking them far
From who they are,
Another existence conceiving!
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Some do this to refresh,
Write stories cherished best…
Some merely hide
Reality denied,
Until their lives again mesh.
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–Jonathan Caswell
My Dad stood staring
At the headlight close at hand…
Shining through the rear coach door,
I didn’t understand.
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As Mom told me later,
He was facing down his fears…
Of being run over by a train
When he was but eight years.
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The car his Dad was driving
Became a crumpled heap…
The sight of the headlight overhead
In the mist he buried deep.
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His Dad was killed outright
While he was hurt bad
Taking months of recovery
That awful memory he had!
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I didn’t realize on excursion runs
With steam he would stand there so…
Facing down his deepest fear
And telling it to go!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Not talking of bent underneath,
But forks whose existence ceased…
Unexplainable
Evidence unobtainable,
The hair on this head duly creased!
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Unexplained portals in time,
Is this what happened to mine?
Does a quantum mechanic
Have something for panic,
Because of something stealing him blind?
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If he washes dishes,
His answer may be less suspicious…
This lazy gourmand
At the bottom of his pond,
May discover forks propitious!
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–Jonathan Caswell.
Mike arose early today,
for a meet of A.A….*
To describe
Destination took time,
I needed pointing the right way!
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Villages in that town,
Literally surround…
All sorts of names
While the mills have changed—
Some have been knocked down!
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He forgot the exact name,
And so we played the game…
Known landmarks
Encompassing arcs,
Not always thinking the same.
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Then he “came in” another way,
And light flooded in–HOORAY!
It was good–
His meet in Linwood–
To which he drove away!
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–Jonathan Caswell;
*A.A. is Alcoholics Anonymous. Mike is over 35 years sober.
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