Category Archives: diabetic

NOT WORTH THE SALT

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

LIKE TELLING YOUR PARENTS…!

LIKE TELLING YOUR PARENTS

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.

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?

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!

ONE MORE WARM YOGURT…TO GO!

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.

Yogurt is rather like beer,

Fermentation is here…

Let that proceed

And spoilage is guaranteed,

And THEN the stuff will taste queer!

–Jonathan Caswell

OCCASIONAL TREATS

OCCASIONAL TREATS

Beef and broccoli

Chinese food, though salty…

An occasional treat

I’ll sometimes eat,

Despite being a poor choice for me.

Chinese food is banned

Salt and sugar remand…

My doctors refuse

It’s regular use,

But it beat ravioli, canned!!!!

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

MISTER PROCRASTINATER—TAGGED.

(graphic borrowed from https://dorkchopsworld.wordpress.com/ –the blog  post of the same name!)

MISTER PROCRASTINATOR—TAGGED!

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.

Self-care a big bugaboo,

Neglecting helpful things to do…

Mega dry skin–

Lotioning has been

Something he rarely will do.

Some things like book delivery

Or consigned selling that he…

Asked about months ago

Move rather slow,

But the stuff moves occasionally.

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.

He is, however investing

In additions that sound interesting…

Like J. Paul Getty

He’s getting ready,

But the bank card really needs resting!

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)

–Jonathan Caswell

LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!

LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!

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!

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

FITNESS’ SAKE…ON BREAK

They go out walking tall,

In winter, sometimes not at all…

Circling lots

And stopping at spots

To parse out folerol.

The Failure Analysis Team

Finds walking a useful scheme…

Allowing digestion

Of any suggestion

And for frustration calming!’

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.

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.

Occasionally just a pair

Of opposite genders walk there…

One wonders

If blunders

In their way would show budding romanitc air?

–Jonathan Caswell

SANGUINE SATURDAY NIGHT

SANGUINE SATURDAY NIGHT

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.

Sanguine cherishes WONDER WOMAN,

On “ME-TV” Saturday she’s coming…

Melancholic may make it for STAR TREK–

“Honey, give me just a sec.”

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.

–Jonathan Caswell

OUR LAST SUPPER

OUR LAST SUPPER—UNTIL AUTUMN!

The flurry of activity

Was worth the effort you see…

This season’s last dinner

Til autumn or winter

For a neighborhood company.

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!

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!

–Jonathan Caswell

THIS POET’S ONE-TRACK MIND?

THIS POET.S ONE-TRACK MIND?

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!

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

–Jonathan Caswell