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
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
It sounds controversial
For a Christian to appeal…
To believers of all other gods
To lend their aid and deal…
With the human suffering
Of two major hurricanes
Families of many faiths
Enduring loss and pain!
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Even if you have no god,
Please think good thoughts to heal…
It’ll be a long time till many folks
Return to an even keel;
This is what my Dad might have done
In his liberal theology…
Reaching out to all concerned
With no apology!
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I’ m thinking of a special friend,
A blogger fresh and true…
Known as Holly Hunter
And other Floridians, too;
Her “House of Heart” is quiet till
She survives the storm….
I repeat my concern
For her a colleagues’ love is warm!
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To our knees, lotus positions, or however you access the divine—for the sake all storm victims!
A PORTER locomotive,
See the “shield under the cab,
No fire in the boiler
Just a steam pipe power grab…
The boiler’s in the building–
They hook up to recharge,
It was a local industry
That used it by-in-large!
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I don’t have specifics,
But it could run compressed air,
Especially ’round ammo
It posed no danger there…
It looks like a steamer
Without a smoking stack,
A little switcher engine
On a local railroad track!
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–Jonathan Caswell
A Google Image.
Is development really arrested
When males look upon the breasted…
Most understand
Instinctive command,
And are happy men are interested.
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For those who were breast fed,
One’s children one hopes to have bred…
Must have the best
Of feeding by breast,
Is of great importance, it’s said!
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I can’t speak for them,
Doctors in Mom’s day were given…
To a formula routine
With everything cleaned,
In my case a skimmed milk regimen. (?)*
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For some of us, took a while,
To understand the reason we smiled…
Push come to shove
Anyone was loved,
Regardless of her profile!
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–Jonathan Caswell
*Skimmed milk was the beverage provided in my childhood. Never asked or inquired—just assumed hat I was bottle-fed as an infant And nobody to ask, if I dared, now!
Open our inner eyes,
That sin won’t take us by surprise…
That we may see
What comes from Thee,
And evil, although disguised!
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Open our spiritual ken,
To want You not just now and then…
But seek every day
Your excellent way,
Through the Spirit Whom thou hast sent.
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Open our eyes to discerning,
Your will in the midst of learning…
Instill fear
When You are not near,
Increase for Your wisdom, our yearning!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Back when they owned a home,
Their woods the homeowner roamed…
Found a large bra
Waiting for a thaw,
Hanging from a branch away from home.
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Found a bag-full ladies’ shoes,
And a PLAYGIRL Mag. well-used….
What evil lurks
In all human works,
What horrible things Man exumes!
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–Jonathan Caswell
The trouble with baked beans,
Is undigested proteins…
Tend to collect
As you’d expect,
Unless extra enzymes do their thing.
(Like BEANO)
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Do you know why church seats are pews,
Carefully add up the clues…
Saturday beans
Provide the means,
If one eats many or phew!
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These days, pineapple enzymes,
Are known to decrease gas lines…
Better fresh
Uncooked, I suggest,
Wise practice for those more refined!
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–Jonathan Caswell
I know, great distances here,
But he holds this blogger dear…
Two of a kind
Of separate mind,
His affection for her is clear.
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He rhymes his poetry,
Her verses run deeply…
Into one’s soul
Romance oft the goal,
Which he avoids discretely
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Her domicile SEEMS FAR,
Perhaps better to stay where they are…
A hug would be nice–
He’d ask for it thrice,
Before getting back in his car!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(A friendship…in case anyone questions Poet’s motives.)
Sensitive subject, this,
That REAL women find amiss…
Men coo
At redheads viewed
Or any woman dressed like this!
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The point of this conversation
Involves object identification…
How much publishing
By fond wishing,
And how much remembering my education.
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Cannot deny the Administrative plan,
Women outnumber men…
As hoped for
The blog tilts more,
Toward female ken.
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Yet at times I,
Do wish to comply…
With inner need
Without deed,
To enjoy as a guy.
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Fellow bloggers (women)
Say if I look–forgiven–
Not all the time
I do have time (?)
To focus on all topics given!
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–Jonathan Caswell
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