Category Archives: dreams

MODELING MEMORIES

His memories of New England various,

Were by and large vicarious…

Mostly pictures he saw

with interest and awe,

His chances of a visit–hilarious!

Point of fact he was too young,

Couldn’t drive himself even some…

The eight-hour ride

Once a summer left wide,

Window for relevant magazines to come!

Still his interest grew,

Past the time when he knew…

This paint scheme was gone,

these ALCOs moved on.

But the history he wanted to view.

Found an N scale engine thus,

Painted just like this—a plus–

To re-enact

Historical fact,

Without too much fuss!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

PRETTY AS A PICTURE

Is that a cowl neck I see,

This sweater fits her to a “T”…

A classy belt

Accentuates her svelt

Portions, lovely to see!

This sweater—a camel cream?

Allied with a pencil dress dream…

Opposites attract

Results here distract,

As a wonderfully  well-designed scheme.

An business woman ideal,

Her male colleagues—take a chill–

Notebook at her side

Sunglasses hide,

Reactions to compliment overkill.

–Jonathan Caswell

STRANGE DREAMING

SOME STRANGE DREAMING!

Last night I did strange dreaming,

I’d done too many posts,

Burying my own works

Somewhere along the coast…

I could hear them from a distance

Above the ocean roar,

But I have surely done this

Many times before!

Oh…it’s practice not just dreaming

It’s very sad but true,

When I cannot keep up my end

I post more of “you”…

Been known to keep on burying

My own work the most,

Sometimes I think it is you-all

That I want to toast…

Sometimes I think it is you-all

That I prefer to toast!

😀

–Jonathan Caswell

(A parody of THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS…with good intent,)

HE’S SWEET ON SOMEONE

HE’S SWEET ON SOMEONE

His is emotionally

Attached to someone he sees…

Willingness per view

Is nothing new,

For years, near-automatically!

He doesn’t dare name names,

To much risk that doing so shames….

Him and /or her

Better, as it were,

Keep on with his excuses lame.

In honest reality,

He’s sweet on nearly all he sees…

That are of a mind

Both open and kind,

A give-and-take mentality.

Certain ones do catch his eye,

Reveal…he won’t even try…

Suffice to say

Some blow him away,

But he’d be lost without his “Di.”

(His wife’s nickname)

–Jonathan Caswell

DEDICATED TO  eh, MANY kind souls…FOXY FEMALES ALL!  😀

FAR MORE THAN DECORATION

FAR MORE THAN DECORATION

Mention the woman’s name “Holly”

And folks think about Christmas jolly…

Singing DECK THE HALLS

While a snow drift calls,

In a Christmas culturally “poly”.

She wanted to go away,

Then decided to stay…

Our Holly found

Without her around,

A lot of folks felt dismay!

Her writing’s a treasure trove

Fashioned in creative love…

Greeting each guest

She does the best,

And really has nothing to prove!

Last of all–to put up with me–

Requires  to the Nth degree…

Kindness unbounded

From a guy who’s hounded

His share toward insanity!

Love her romancing her–no–

But I love the rest of her so…

If I was available

She’d be assailable,

Why a guy hasn’t–I don’t know.

I fervently wish she can–

If she wants–to find a good man…

Whatever she needs

With my Father I plead,

That she may not leave us again.

Some day, of course, many will,

When blogging won’t pay bills…

Or another medium

Makes better comedians,

Then will our blog go still.

–Jonathan Caswell

NOTE:  ILLUSTRATIONS are from Holly’s blog, House of Heart.

The blogging beauty !

HAREM SCARE’EM AND ME!

HAREM SCARE ‘EM AND ME !

(To the tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”…A SONG)

He thought he’d like a harem–

Oh, what a great idea–

Collecting beautiful women

For each day of the year…

Have one of every hair color:

Of red-heads, two or three,

Some that change with the season

Oh what a company!

But modern girls aren’t like the ones

That lived in olden time,

They’re much more educated,

Don’t easily resign…

Their lives and their futures

To a fat cat jailer-king,

To volunteer they’d like to hear

His cash disbursement ring.

Logistics would be maddening

Even if all were convinced,

Coming from all over

When he saw the bill he winced…

He began feeling outnumbered

Cooperation thin,

Instead of coming one-by-one

They all came after him!

He couldn’t pay their wages

So all up and left,

His fine plans for his evenings–

Not a single one was kept…

And then he got the bills for

The leaving of each one,

He decided then and there

Modern harems were no fun!

I thought of the same thing myself,

Like “THE HAREM OF BIRDS”

But only beautiful bloggers–

Women, in other words…

An exclusive club with just one man

My wife would veto fast,

My flesh already wants control—

The concept sounds a blast.

But thinking realistically

My cost is way too much,

I’ll lose those friends who cannot stand

A married man’s touch…

Long-distance relationships

Are harder to maintain,

I’d just as soon give up now

Before I feel the pain!

–Jonathan Caswell

A ROUGH FINAL LANDING

A ROUGH FINAL LANDING

He could not really resist,

JUST ONE MORE BID…for this…

He’d hit ground

Before this round,

With funds that didn’t exist!.

He has his regular pay,

Extra moneys have flown away…

He’s going to plea

For poverty,

Though in faith the bid was made.

He’s hoping the other bidder

Is not in financial winter…

If the Seller decides

To set HIS aside,

Declaring the other the winner!

Sent messages–his fault–

Hasn’t had any answer–result…

He’s fearing that

There’s no escape flat,

Being caught in a final halt!.

–Jonathan Caswell

MORE THAN A MERMAID

MORE THAN A MERMAID

(WARNING—ADULT MATERIAL)

As King David had Abishag,*

He wants a warm sleeping bag…

Some young beauty

For personal duty,

Who won’t leave him holding the bag!

He claims that he’ll be good,

Being unable for wood…

Being able to touch

Would mean so much,

Both ways be it understood.

He’s long past suitable age

To have desires uncaged…

His late night scheme

Is but a dream

Which no one will be willingly engaged!

–Jonathan Caswell

*Abishag…a beautiful young woman selected to provide personal care to the aging King David and to keep him warm at night,  Reportedly, he and she were not intimate with each other.  1st Kings 1:1-4.

CASWELL GOLD???

CASWELL GOLD????

This growing ginger  makes me want to root

Around in Douglas soil to start a new pursuit…

We’ll call it “Douglas gold”–ginger ale so fine

With a special ginger beer–the label would be mine!

JUST THINK–we’d have a “Ginger Vale” accommodating vans

Of happy people coming to drink in enchanted lands…

A ginger beer garden with ginger gum for free

And ginger beer waiting there and special ginger tea!

Somewhere, winding ’round the place, we’d put a ginger train,

Riding cars with gingered roofs if it began to rain…

All this silly stuff takes time

But it is a new dream of mine!

–Jonathan Caswell

HIS LOVE IS NEW EVERY MORNING!

HIS LOVE IS NEW EVERY MORNING

For those of us who work late,

God never closes His eyes…

Whenever is a new day for you

Nothing catches Him by surprise.

Some things we cannot just leave behind,

The consequences to be borne…

Yet opportunities to get it right

Are made new every morn.

God’s mercy and His love resound,

Anew every minute each day…

Akk it takes is purose it in your heart

To let God show you His Way!

–Jonatghan Caswell