She worked at UNIBANK
In Douglas–I wanted to thank
Her for her time
And her job climb,
Her brand new upward rank.
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On an impulse I stopped today,
Someone smiled and showed me the way…
A classy place-
Seeing her face
Washed all my concerns away!
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She said that I looked good,
My wife’s hand braces–understood…
The joy of less pain,
She said come again
I told her that maybe I would!
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–Jonathan Caswell
She swallowed my comments TWICE,
I don’t think that was NICE…
One-sided talk–
The other side stopped–
Is really a fascist DEVICE!
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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!
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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!
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–Jonathan Caswell
It must take courage to pose,
In plain or fancy clothes…
The public eye
(including guys),
In essence the whole world she shows!
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More for a purpose than money–
Some responses are rummy–
Courageous means
Fulfilling fond dreams,
Good reason to flatten that tummy!
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Amateurs know whom they are,
Accepting themselves above par…
Not letting shape
Become like red tape,
But showing we all can star!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Image of Demi Monde…courtesy Demi Monde!
A SPRITE…whispered in my ear,
Where have our people gone….
Something called “Democracy”
They claim has gone terribly wrong!
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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?
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They claim all the voters are
taken by a plot…
They’re not happy with the choice
that the people got?
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Even sprites and fairies know
That corruption is evil…
but will these former friends see that—
Maybe they never will!
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I guess like Puff the Dragon,
Who lived by the sea….
these spoiled children are no friends
Of folks thinking positively!
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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?
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–Jonathan Caswell
Poet and friendly to fairies in general. 😀
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Martin Luther King Junior,
Was of a Godly humor…
In love he fought
That Christians ought
To walk by the Bible not rumor!
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Willing to face,
Human kind’s racial disgrace…
Christian “saints”
Who said other “paints”
Were not of the human race!
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Battled until he died
for his Lord crucified…
Hate didn’t win
when it killed him,
God’s love will never subside!
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How many would lay down their life,
For Lord , for justice and wife?
He followed through
As I do too,
Who does all for the Lord gains new life!
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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.)
One may think the man is fruity,
He needed a good dose of beauty…
Typical male
Where sight prevails,
Socialization and cutie!
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Talking with her pleasantly,
Important in remedy…
Of his despair
Her being there,
Totally missed her last time, you see!
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Knows to not make waves,
But her friendliness him saves…
Someone to view
And nice to talk to,
When he emerges from caves!
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–Jonathan Caswell
People we miss and love,
Missing or taken above…
Oh how we miss
Their joy or hiss,
Their gentle comments or rough!
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Among them is Esther Ling,
She was in the lesbian thing…
Opposite were we
But she was a Mommy,
Ran to her when figuratively I needed mothering!
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Numerous friends I had in school,
Have slipped or drove away (I’m the fool)…
Some I drove away
Or ignored to this day,
Elementary through college kept only two
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Bloggers–many follow some not–
Never sure of how many give you thought…
Over a thousand mine
To whom I give little time,
Just a handful of their blogs I’ve sought!
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Surrounded by my family we are,
Been slow to contact any (my par)…
Younger ones I don’t know
As familiar ones go,
What can I do, having delayed thus far?
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Does any of this make sense,
Is loss of your friends as immense…
I’m sure it is–
Friends we miss,
We remember our friends in the past tense!
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–Jonathan Caswell
*(From this Header Image Randomized File)
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As by election she’s gone,
Blog administrators move on…
Needed space
For the poet’s face,
And his wife–picnicking on the lawn!
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And which would he rather see–
Clinton or industry…?
His options voiced
And made his choice,
Mrs. Clinton, you are now “free”.
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Have you seen the poet’s new hat,
Fake beard and all of that…?
Come again
Let the images run,
And maybe in time, you’ll see that!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Hypothetically,
Deja vu is what he sees…
Becoming afraid
Of his “aide”,
Her unreliabilities.
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He thinks it’s in a safe place,
To find important bills lost in space…
Left alone
He’s lost on his own,
Frustration blasts are out of place!
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‘Twas like this thereby,
Not knowing what he’d find awry…
A tubful of towels
Wet and he howls,
Evening by evening he cries.
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What’s to be done this time,
When there’s little reason or rhyme…
Have to enforce
Order, of course,
And not blow up at the same time!
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–J.E.C.
By the Mighty Mumford 