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CHURCH ATTENDANCE–A HYPOTHETICAL POEM

He rarely attends now,

It’s gone and got diff’rent somehow…

He feels pushed aside

Not welcomed inside,

No one’s been direct with him, anyhow!

They used to go faithfully,

Found the spirit there strong and free…

The Pastor moved on

And a preacher took on

Things with his own personality.

With his circle of friends,

For our subject, being close to a pastor ends…

You know his pride

Didn’t like “outside”

But he wanted to attend.

Then he and his wife

Both saw ill health in life….

Comparison

With others is sin,

And churned up internal strife!

The preacher/teacher and he,

(Too much alike?) weren’t happy…

It shifted into

“An authority over you”

Which wasn’t as healthy!

Various dissatisfactions

Led to complaints and  feigned actions….

Poor communication

Led to frustration,

In mutual distraction.

So now he stays at home

Sundays, with his wife alone…

No need to go

Taken for granted so,

But he’s stuck–this was his church home.

Socially depended on her,

His wife, for communication stirred…

When she took ill

He didn’t have the will,

To see that his opening up occurred.

He’s given his life for her,

Literally as it were…

Goes it alone

Reaching out he’s done,

Elsewhere–little left at “home”.

Options to go elsewhere?

Feels bound by his wife–so there!

Decision paralyzed–

Easier to survive

By himself, ‘though few benefits to share!

A “hypothetical poem”–which means it is just a poem….!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

THEY JUST DISAPPEARED!!!

She swallowed my comments TWICE,

I don’t think that was NICE…

One-sided talk–

The other side stopped–

Is really a fascist  DEVICE!

Although–there is another blog–

In which my comments don’t log…

This might be a measure

To some comments treasure,

I keep my comments open–not demagogue!

They can do what they like,

I will not return a strike…

Nor delete

Any comments I meet,

Unless that is what they’d like!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

MAYBE A GOOD JACKASS KICK?

Trump said most recently,

Congress must see reality…

Force their spending

Like ours–unending,

Without taxpayer subsidy!

Republicans want to give up,

Business as usual stuff…

THEIR coffers full–

Why should they pull

For anyone when they’re ensured enough?

Check what I said earlier*

FEW POLITICIANS are pure…

Blind to our needs

While their guarantees,

Set them up royally for sure!

–Jonathan Caswell

*See my poem  FIRESSTORM MATERIAL–POLITICAL, posted earlier today.

GOD HOUSE, OH GOD HOUSE!*

Little stone pagodas,

In some garden corners…

Garden protection

By spirit direction.

Not wanting any reformers!

For those who believe,

These little houses conceived…

To spirits open

Gardeners hoping,

Blessing s are on the way!

For Christians, this garden art,

Tempts those who escaped  this part…

Of pagan belief

It is no relief,

Knowing spirits here park!

Some claim these are ornamental,

And we shouldn’t be judgmental…

If one has escaped

Being spirit chased,

Getting rid of these is fundamental!

When I see these—will they be removed?

No–each one chooses spirit truth…

We can pray

You’ll toss them away,

But it is your choice and your roof!

–Jonathan Caswell

*Please note that the subject of this poem is the author’s own opinion—no guarantees that either the provider of the illustration or anyone else believes as I do.  My friends have their own opinions and beliefs. Not everyone may be aware of what these cute stone pagodas represent, which I feel I should point out–then leave the deciding up to each person to decide for themselves!–Jonathan E. Caswell  I still love all you fellow bloggers!  đŸ™‚

An Opinion Poem

Image from the Friendly Fairy Tale Blog!

 

THE NIGHT IS DEEP UPON US!

Darkness patrols

Reaching in for souls…

Flaming sword strike

Fighting Night,

God commands self control.

Who with Him will stand

Against worldly demand…

For compromise

And blinding eyes,

To the wretchedness of Man!

Woman from man’s rib,

Males frequently fib….

Questing for power

Trample flowers,

Then deny they did!

–Jonathan Caswell

PRESIDENTS’–PRECEDENCES

Used to be Washington and Lincoln

Birthdays of distinction…

Separate were

Celebrated for,

Each their own fame without linking.

Then to reduce off days,

History meaningless in ways…

Three-day weekends

Popular trends,

Became governmental mainstays.

Since little history’s taught,

Long weekends are fraught….

Ignorant of meaning

No student gleaning,

Much more that a party onslaught!

–Jonathan Caswell

(An opinion piece)

AMAZON—OR ORIENTAL—WARRIOR WOMAN

How sad and yet common,

That warrior women solemn…

Are seen two ways

In opposing gaze,

Defying the wisdom of Solomon.

The women’s warrior class,

Struggles against typecast…

Female roles

Stuck in pigeon holes,

Which some think a thing of the past.

Men on the other hand,

See female warriors grand…

Stories like Xena

Or scant-clad Athena,

Excite those male sex glands!

Thus MEN don’t take seriously,

War against patriarchy…

A male dominated

World overrated,

From which free spirits would be freed.

–Jonathan Caswell

(image from the “hortus closus” blog)

MAY I INTERJECT

May I interject

An opinion that some suspect…

Judgmental at heart

But I would impart

Wisdom  that trend setters reject?

What is the desire to share

The latest in underwear…

Out in plain

Sight–what’s the game?

Are you trying to lose it that night?

As a guy, satin lace,

Is groovy but out of place?

Why advertise

The pleasant surprise–

I know, with the trends to keep pace!

Femininity in the open,

Are designers secretly hoping…

Planned Parenthood

Makes out good,

As result of a young man’s groping?

Ah yes, but it’s the style,

Sit down and listen a while?

Men will be men–

Do you realize you’ve been

An open invitation for his guile?

Yes, guys do think like that,

Canoodling after…a twat…

Give guys a mile

And they’ll make you smile,

Excuses won’t rectify that.

–Jonathan Caswell

A SPRITE WHISPERED

A SPRITE…whispered in my ear,

Where have our people gone….

Something called “Democracy”

They claim has gone terribly wrong!

They ignore us despite our cries,

They say the winner’s wrong…

They look at us with evil eyes

No more to sing our songs?

They claim all the voters are

taken by a plot…

They’re not happy with the choice

that the people got?

Even sprites and fairies know

That corruption is evil…

but will these former friends see that—

Maybe they never will!

I guess like Puff the Dragon,

Who lived by the sea….

these spoiled children are no friends

Of folks thinking positively!

How we miss our friends who were

filled with love who now hate…

When will they stop this foolish quest

and come to us and celebrate?

–Jonathan Caswell

Poet and friendly to fairies in general. Â đŸ˜€

 

 

DID IT TO HIMSELF—GOOD!

It’s not like he knew he would,

Do it to himself good…

Just that

In a matter of fact,

It’s what he understood.

Knowing his temperament,

He wasn’t quite innocent…

Boundaries

Made safely,

Less chance she’d fear the gent.

He’s saddened by the whole thing,

Knowing his own being…

Trying to place

Her in his space,

One-sided deal not working.

With vigor abated,

It’s easier to stay related…

To his one friend–

His Missus again–

No other targets anticipated!

–J.E.C.