Not quite like peepers at night,
Railroad critters have their own light…
G.E.’s tend to whine
On their owner’s dime,
With short cuts of cars they fight!
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The twenty-five tonner “dinky”
Exhaust tends toward stinky…
Smoke in the eyes
Is no surprise,
At times blue smoke turns inky!
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When old, oft put on display,
Costs more to scrap anyway…
Does its job
With no hobnob,
From the big trains’ right of way!
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–Jonathan Caswell
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
The girl in the suit seems dismayed,
Her spot’s been taken away…
The tiger reclined
Is the one who “felined”
While the girl was at play!
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This picture seems out of scale,
Little pussy cat’s big as a whale…
The glass is big too–
A close-up view–
Should think the woman would prevail!
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Now if…it’s not her cat,
Spray bottles take care of that…!
Her lioness within
Emerges to win,
And the presumptive cat…would scat!
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–J.E.C.
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He calls himself “fashion poet”,
One or two others know it…
In pursuits
Avoiding lawsuits,
He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!
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Him being man and all,
Must carefully judge his call…
With less passion
Than stereotypical fashion,
Not being the Beast at the ball.
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Gender matters to him,
Especially if women…
They’re the kind
He most has in mind,
Do they mind if he tiptoes in?
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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
EDAVILLE is where one goes,
Riding narrow rails when it snows…
Christmas displays
Along rights of way,
all lit up in lights!
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The “North Pole Express” is running,
All over the country by cunning…
Railroad lines
Wanting happier times,
Santa they know is coming!
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Look in the papers to see,
Where Christmas trains are running shortly…
It’s worth paying
For children’s playing,
Making positive memory!
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–Jonathan Caswell
AMAZING that cat stays still,
Hard to find any that will…
That collar and tie
It must rate hign,
Not to tear to shreds at will!
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–J.E.C.
When buying trains for his collection,
He aimed in certain directions…
He took great pains
Finding oddball trains,
Delighting him in their inspection!
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A little like him they are,
Interesting shapes and parts…
Characters like him
Respond to whim,
An oddball becomes his star!
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The ALCO RSD-four or five,
Worked good for heavy-hauling drive…
Six wheels each truck
Earned more than good luck,
They kept tonnage going, climb or dive!
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This particular unit he doesn’t have,
There ARE LIMITS to what one can grab…
But pictures show
Why that railroad would go,
With an oddball–extra traction, rails to grab!
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That high-looking “stick” so grand,
Is an extra-high fill for traction sand…
Blown on the rails,
Better traction it avails,
One of the reasons they survived in Iron Ore land!
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–Jonathan Caswell
A lass’ tartan skirts as lifted,
Demonstrates her gifted…
Sense of style
And joyful smile,
Aye, lassie, you’re more than just gifted!
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–J.E.C.
By the Mighty Mumford 