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
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
Trump said most recently,
Congress must see reality…
Force their spending
Like ours–unending,
Without taxpayer subsidy!
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Republicans want to give up,
Business as usual stuff…
THEIR coffers full–
Why should they pull
For anyone when they’re ensured enough?
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Check what I said earlier*
FEW POLITICIANS are pure…
Blind to our needs
While their guarantees,
Set them up royally for sure!
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–Jonathan Caswell
*See my poem FIRESSTORM MATERIAL–POLITICAL, posted earlier today.
My model layout wanders it seems
Away from cherished themes…
What for you
Says “New England” too,
Beyond operational schemes?
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Does NISSEN BREAD,
MOXIE, barns red,
SPAGS and stores
With “colonial” decors,
Monuments to Revolutionary dead?
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Dairies and granite quarries
In earlier days held stories…
Ice cream and views
Along the Turnpike count too,
And whaling ship stories!
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Broad “a’s” in speech,
A Kennedy’s reach…
Where Plymouth Rock stays
And Sturbridge Village ways
Are preserved to history teach!
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So for my small train set,
What industries are best…
Beverages and rock salt
Metals, food stuffs sought,
And historic touristy nests?
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Gravel still travels by train,
Lumber and minerals same…
Environmental ire
Has dampened coal fired
Power plants, but garbage still flames!
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A water-powered mill
And museum of trains fit the bill…
For small excursions
Of rich incursions into filling the local till!
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Do you think I’ll have enough room,
I figure some things will die soon…
New England gives
And takes to live,
But survival cannot be assumed!
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–Jonathan Caswell
American education:
Idealism never did come…
Always bias
“If you don’t like just try us,”
And misfits generally classed “dumb.”
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We have made great strides,
But the ideal of college slides…
Leftist filth
It always has built,
Since churches were cast aside.
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–Jonathan Caswell
(An opinion piece)
I might as well jump in,
Nordstrom’s committed the sin…
Admitting mud fake
Was part of the take,
More chemicals we’re dipped in???
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–Jonathan Caswell
Freedom for MY words,
Complicated by belief…
Sticks in someone’s craw
The filtering is brief.
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Yet in this place here,
We fill each other’s joy…
Speaking praising love
In all aspects employed.
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Truly I am loved
In ways not fully understood…
God gave us blogging
And declared it good!
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–Jonathan Caswell
A welcome to Steve Osei’s girl,
Ready to give poetry a whirl…?
Feast your mind
On each line,
You can write your own, smart girl!
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Your Dad is justifiably proud,
A fact he often says out loud…
He works hard
To give you the start,
Show him your love out loud!
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A suggestion this Poet can make,
If a limerick form you take…
Write for your Father–
Not much bother–
To thank him for the effort he makes!
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–Jonathan Caswell, Poet
If a miracle happened overnight,
What would you do at morning’s light…
My counselor queried
‘Bout things I was worried,
How’d I show my delight?
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FIRST…cartwheels down the lane…
I’d hardly need to explain,
Making love to my wife
Each day for life (!),
Each of us healed of our pain.
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She said, my counselor did,
The solution within me hid…
Neutral in mind
Relieves stress unkind,
Toward this she me has bid.
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–Jonathan Caswell
The wind rifles my pages,
But I’d stay out here for ages…
The sunlight mild
And leaves whipping wild,
Are stuff of artists and sages!
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Men and women add
Layers–not so bad…
Gusts turn cold
Making old,
People miss what they had.
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Seasons keep turning around,
Soon snow and cold abound…
Snow flakes flying
Over seagulls crying,
For scraps along the ground!
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 