EVENING SOLITUDE
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Took a break with James Taylor for a guide,
Found him on You Tube, took his album for a ride…
Ate my supper in the quietness
Quiet time with James is probably the best.
No one came through–they all seemed to hide…
Thoughtful of them, letting me quietly ride.
–Jonathan Caswell
ADDED MATERIAL
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A friend drops off today’s paper,
Some days it’s fat–others–in taper…
All that I see
Is worth it to me,
The news about a caper.
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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
ALLUSIONS TO SPRING
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“Le Sacre du Printemps,”**
Sgtravinsky’s ode to Spring…
Eviscerates the inner man
As discordant chords ka-ching.
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Heavy rumblings from the rite
Of virgins dancing ’round…
Past Elders staring hard
To see which will be bound.
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Spring rites of fertility
Deeper than Druids’ way…
Hold the ancient mysteries
Before talen away!
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On and on the weary cycle goes,
Building to a lusty fever pitch…
Every year the Elders get their choice–
All this to celebrate that itch.!
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–Jonathan Caswell
** “Le Sare du Printemps (in French)” , or, THE RITE OF SPRING, by Russian composer Igor Stravinsky, was written in 1913, as an avant-garde piece of orchestral opera…with stage settings, choreography and costumes. Its debut on May 29,1913 caused a near riot in the audience! Listen to it…and you’ll inderstand why (not easy to listen to, the first time. Information largely from WIKIPEDIA….and memory.
BELTANE BENEVOLENCE
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Have you heard the latest “thang.”
Royalty’s timing Beltane…
As a time to annouce
The next baby to bounce
From under Kate Middleton’s wing!
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Some one on radio said
Tonight, Royals stay ahead…
Of pagan times
That happen to line
Up with a titular head.
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Beltane (the celebration) is here,
And Kate’s contribution is clear…
A baby girl
‘Round which Daddy will twirl,
Would be good to announce this year!
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I hear pagan orgies
Will be part of the festivities…
Please for your own sake
Of protection partake,
Why should disease bring us to our knees?
–
And although my warnings are mild,
Remember the life of the child…
Perhaps produced
When lust is loosed,
Fetal tissues are babies wanting to live for a smile!
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–Jonathan Caswell
LATE-NIGHT RADIO WONDERS!
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Rode home part-way with Clyde Lewis,
GROUND ZERO, for the clueless…
Oft mentions stargates
U.F.O. debates,
Bringing the paranormal to us.
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COAST-TO-COAST AM, with George Noory,
Sometimes tells a similar story…
History, politics,
All these get their licks,
I got home too soon and I’m sorry!
–
Ate blue corn chips driving home
And drank DIET MOXIE alone…
MOXIE tasted fine
It had been some time,
It tasted okay on its own!
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–Jonathan Caswell
A TANKARD OF TANKAS?
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A tanka tankard,
Extemporaneously
ASt least one or two:
Entertaining despite rain,
Drink you fill of joy again!
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–Jonathan Caswell
LOSING TRACK
(of time)
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Plugged in laptop runs,
Cavorting with blogger joy…
Time runs at warp speed!
–J.E.C.
THINKING OF HOME
My lovely wife and I,
Discussed on how we’d fly…
If possible back
To Adirondack
Mountains she was bred by.
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My own home was gone,
House, peach tree and lawn…
Sold to provide
My dad’s final ride
Into the great beyond.
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So her family became mine,
And her childhood home in kind…
Once a year
We’ll travel from here
Going up north, home to find.
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Many months ago
We managed up through snow…
My wife needed
Her homing heeded,
Resistance was getting low!
–
I kind of short-changed work,
They weren’t happy to be jerked…
But they let us go
Warning me so,
I wouldn’t again go berzerk.
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She loved having birthday greetings
With scads and scads of meetings…
Everyone
Had fun,
Even a few short-sheetings (just kidding!).
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That was the week she fell,
We both went to hospital…
But she enjoyed
Being buoyed
By relatives, parties and all!
–Jonathan Caswell
POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY
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This is National Month of Poetry,
Preparations made excitedly…
Encourage to docket
Keep a poem in the pocket,
Sharing same frequently!
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One shouldn’t be frightened by THE BORG,
Merely go to:
To see what to say
Celebrations away!
Now…don’t treat this like we’re in a morgue!
–Jonathan Caswell
(A frequent reader—thanks, Lisa–sent me an E-mail about it)
By the Mighty Mumford 