NOT WORTH THE SALT…!
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Last week in panicked gestalt,
He ate himself sick by default…
Too much processed food
Made his breathing oclude,
In the end it wasn’t worth all that salt!
–Jonathan Caswell
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NOT WORTH THE SALT…!
–
Last week in panicked gestalt,
He ate himself sick by default…
Too much processed food
Made his breathing oclude,
In the end it wasn’t worth all that salt!
–Jonathan Caswell
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LIKE TELLING YOUR PARENTS
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Calling the “Doc.” ahead of time,
Showing it doesn’t feel fine…
Is taking a risk
An adolescent might miss
If they thought voice volume might climb.
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Addressing my foot’s slow healing,
Worried at what’s in revealing….
The actual truth,
Will I be in the soup
Losing work for my poorly dealing?
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It’s healthy to face one’s fears,
Despite risking those prideful tears…
Only one way
To get through the fray,
Is to not allow one’s health to be in arrears!
–Jonathan Caswell
ONE MORE WARM YOGURT…TO GO!
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One more yogurt to go,
It’s not refrigerated, you know…
If the other tingled
This blueberry’s singled
Out to be eaten up slow.
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Yogurt is rather like beer,
Fermentation is here…
Let that proceed
And spoilage is guaranteed,
And THEN the stuff will taste queer!
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–Jonathan Caswell
OCCASIONAL TREATS
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Beef and broccoli
Chinese food, though salty…
An occasional treat
I’ll sometimes eat,
Despite being a poor choice for me.
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Chinese food is banned
Salt and sugar remand…
My doctors refuse
It’s regular use,
But it beat ravioli, canned!!!!
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So I’ll eat it once a month,
Broccoli gives the colon some umph…
And hunger for beef
Is my reasoning chief
For ordering it when I can!
–Jonathan Caswell
(graphic borrowed from https://dorkchopsworld.wordpress.com/ –the blog post of the same name!)
MISTER PROCRASTINATOR—TAGGED!
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This guy isn’t really a beauty,
He’s a man who sometimes shirks duty…
His depression is real
Effectively concealed,
Making decisions a little loopy.
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Self-care a big bugaboo,
Neglecting helpful things to do…
Mega dry skin–
Lotioning has been
Something he rarely will do.
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Some things like book delivery
Or consigned selling that he…
Asked about months ago
Move rather slow,
But the stuff moves occasionally.
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If he hits a mental brick wall,
Not much will get done at all…
His model train
Needs work again,
But his strategy is to stall.
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He is, however investing
In additions that sound interesting…
Like J. Paul Getty
He’s getting ready,
But the bank card really needs resting!
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Often putting off the doctor,
His wife has to encourage and proctor…
His taking care
Of his needs there,
At times he’s been so mad he could have clocked her!
(But didn’t)
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–Jonathan Caswell
LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!
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The building will soon be intact
And I can fulfill my contract…
Do my rounds
As nice as that sounds,
Then I KNOW I WILL HAVE COME BACK!
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Being limited to the desk,
My pride wants to do the rest…
Pulling my weight
Would be great,
And to keep up my job would be best!
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—Jonathan Caswell
FITNESS’ SAKE…ON BREAK
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They go out walking tall,
In winter, sometimes not at all…
Circling lots
And stopping at spots
To parse out folerol.
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The Failure Analysis Team
Finds walking a useful scheme…
Allowing digestion
Of any suggestion
And for frustration calming!’
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As many as four will do it,
Sometimes it’s who gets around to it…
Upper and lower
Lots they cover
Those who for some reason missed, tend to rue it.
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In the daytime, squads of women
Go out, rather than swimming…
The “Y”‘s a ways
Away for most days,
Most would rather walk their break, not swim through it.
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Occasionally just a pair
Of opposite genders walk there…
One wonders
If blunders
In their way would show budding romanitc air?
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–Jonathan Caswell
SANGUINE SATURDAY NIGHT
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The sanguine watches TV with her tea,
While Melancholic writes his poetry…
They both were tired after the house party
And both dozed off a while.
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Sanguine cherishes WONDER WOMAN,
On “ME-TV” Saturday she’s coming…
Melancholic may make it for STAR TREK–
“Honey, give me just a sec.”
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Darkness reigns after eight o’clock,
The Poet keeps from writing crock…
Pretty soon the apartment door will lock
And they’ll both be in for the night.
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–Jonathan Caswell
OUR LAST SUPPER—UNTIL AUTUMN!
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The flurry of activity
Was worth the effort you see…
This season’s last dinner
Til autumn or winter
For a neighborhood company.
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Families show in the summer,
For others, their absence a bummer…
People go out,
Not stay in and pout–
On the 4th, we’ll be out in numbers!
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Some will always gather to play,
Nickel and diming away…
Perhaps a bite
With one or two seems right,
While the rest of us try making hay!
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–Jonathan Caswell
THIS POET.S ONE-TRACK MIND?
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A poet with a one-track mind?
I suppose, if they were blind…
Even then I’d say
The mind drifts away,
Into another space and time!
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For me, God, Girls and trains
And my marriage are common refrains…
Do I look–yes indeed–
And away with all speed,
i know my weaknesses and aims.
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Bikinis on women are nice,
Unless water’s colder than ice…
Shorts and a T-shirt
May be warmer girt,
Maybe not—but it will entice!
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You know my penchant for trains,
It’s wiring that gives me pains…
If only some aid
Be found by trade,
In accordance with both person’s aims.
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I worship the Father through God’s Son,
In the Spirit–three but just One…
For His glory I live
By struggling to give
Agape’ to any who come.
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A covenant with my wife,
In God’s love bonded for life…
Our old nature’s taints
Depart when His saints
Are taken by rapture from strife!
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–Jonathan Caswell