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FINAL (?) COMMENTS ON A “GRIFFIN”

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A mythical griffin is true

To its nature blue…

Made of rock–

Sturdy stock=–

It never  no never boo-hoos!

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Unlike the “comedienne,

Who’s turned herself into “victim”…

Self responsibility

Is unconscionably,

Denied by her or him!

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Now a lawyer she seeks,

Someone else must pay her lost “ekes”

She did the act–

No one “made her”, in fact–

Most of us see through her pitiful squeaks!

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It’s time for this child to grow up,

As one wag said–MAN UP!…

You’ve gone too far

With behavior bizarre,

With morals you’ve proven corrupt.

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(An opinion post! )

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-Jonathan Caswell

BALDWIN SISTERS

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If you watched THE WALTONS,

You know the Baldwin sisters…

They held an innocent charm around–

But their “formula” would cause blisters (in paint!)!

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Neither sister drove at all,

So Grandpa made money…

Driving the sisters around

To earn enough to treat his honey!

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Baldwin sisters so have I,

But an unmatched dual…

If these two were very real

They’d run on diesel fuel.

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Hard to say what I’ll do—

Paint one or the other…

Maybe I’ll take them home,

Naming one after Mother!

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Collecting all these engines–

Ihope I see each run…

Piling them up on a shelf

Isn’t that much fun!

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–Jonathan Caswell

WANTED…CLOSE COMMUNICATING!

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WANTED CLOSE COMMUNICATING!

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The problem was both had hurts,

Committed by trousers and skirts…

Commitment to trust

Gathered rust,

Both thought the other curt.

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Walls and grudges build

Despite commitments to yield…

Many a marriage

Is disparaged,

By combat in the field.

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Obvious one doesn’t understand,

The other’s health demands…

One bends over,

The other takes over

And pushes one into badlands.

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The verbose one wonders why

The silent one won’t try

to open

As they’re hoping,

To fill them in bye-and-bye.

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The silent one’s thoughts run sarcastic,

The other one listens to drastic…

And half the time

Is not so inclined,

They both fall into that basket!

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–Jonathan Caswell

BURYING MR. BONES

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BURYING MR. BONES

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The day-after-day-after Halloween

Mr. Bones is hanging there…

A woman passes by,

For Bones she does not care.

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She talked me into helping her

Remove the ghastly gent…

Soon as I touched him started his spiel

And that’s the way it went!

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His eyes glowed red, his torso wiggled

Along with a deep-voiced laugh…

I tried to lay him down on the bench,

He pronounced our epitaph!

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My friend proclaimed he couldn’t stay there,

Mr. Bones gave her the willies…

The way she shivered as he spoke

She acted very chilly.

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She search for a resting place for Mr. Bones,

Took him and quick as a wink…..

Mr. Bones had his last hurrah

Folded under the kitchenette sink!

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–Jonathan Caswell

HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

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HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

(Adult Topic)

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Become impotent

His fading manhood laments…

But what is inside?

-JEC

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Little feeling left,

No place left to vent the ache…

Must thinking change, too?

–JEC

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Engorgement all gone,

Being faithful accepts lack…

No one left to love.

–JEC

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How to love without?

Can a man still be a man”’

His woman knows that!

–JEC

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Appreciates form,

Less likely liquid lusting…

Why keep the old ways?

–JEC

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Is safer this way…

For all women that he sees,

Much less threatening!

–JEC

Power lust remains,

That…no non-phallic can cure…

Bad apples near tree.

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–Jonathan Caswell

HIGHER SPEED RAIL

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HIGHER SPEED RAIL

(To  tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”)

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Been working on the N scale

Whenever I’ve found time,

Rebuilding older trackage

So electrics will work fine…

Putting in curved turnouts

Simulating former speed,

My truncated mainline

Once hosted iron steeds!

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The story goes that this was once

A high-speed mainline,

Alas, this part of the railroad is

In serious decline…

A few banked curves remain to

Remind us what once was,

The rest of the roadbed

Like that economy, went bust.

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But renewing hope is out there

My imaginary line,

Hosts a  tourist train

Which looks like it does fine…

A collection of Rail Diesel Cars–

Steam engines have a few–

An array of passenger train cars,

Restoration still to do!

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When rebuilding’s finished

(It’s going to run this time),

They’ll have a ceremony

So get yourself in line…

Cooking for a grand shindig

The restaurants in town,

Will serve the finest dishes

With MOXIE passed around!

They’ll serve their finest cuisine

So chug that MOXIE down!!!!

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–Jonathan Caswell

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CHANGING TREE TANKA

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CHANGING TREE TANKA

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Colors start to pop,

Trees shut down their leaves’ supply…

Green leaves turn colors:

Morphology is working

Just the same in ev’ry year!

–J.E.C.

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People come from far

And near…”peeping” foliage…

Brighter is better:

Bus loads come en mass to shop.

Local business harvests crops!

–J.E.C.

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A final push all

Benefit from folderol…

Festivals light skies:

Candied apples and brown bread

Folks ready for winter dead.

–J.E.C.

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Railroad excursions,

Northeast woodland incursions…

Train cars filled with joy:

Steam or diesel pull the trains,

Nostalgic commerce makes gains!

–Jonathan Caswell

EXTRA LONG HUG…FROM HER

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EXTRA LONG HUG…FROM HER!

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Behold the glory of God

Our Lord does something odd…

Two people  near

And sparks fly in air,

It’s one or the other, Bub!

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A question of envy and dislike,

For all the other one’s plight…?

But God finds a way

Helping them say

Yo each other–I’m glad you are right!

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One person He’s known a long time.

Personality was on this line…

Their softened heart

found loving arts

And one of those was mine!

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So when I came back from the ward,

She was the first to come toward…

Wrapped him with a hug

Extra long for the lug,

And spoke many comforting words.

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I don’t doubt love anymore

I’;m hearing the love being poured…

Out over me

Nor tempted to flee

My brothers and sisters restored.

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Or is it for the first time,

I am of this open mind…?

Willing to see

How they feel about me

Not being sarcastic and blind.

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It is now more than the hug,

Being “snug as a bug in a rug.”…

My perception repaired

That they DO REALLY CARE,

Resurrected from a self-pity jug!..

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Praising God for success,

Extracting me from inner mess…

The dam  has broken–

I’m near-choking–

From all the love I missed!.

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–Jonathan Caswell.