Is that a cowl neck I see,
This sweater fits her to a “T”…
A classy belt
Accentuates her svelt
Portions, lovely to see!
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This sweater—a camel cream?
Allied with a pencil dress dream…
Opposites attract
Results here distract,
As a wonderfully well-designed scheme.
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An business woman ideal,
Her male colleagues—take a chill–
Notebook at her side
Sunglasses hide,
Reactions to compliment overkill.
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–Jonathan Caswell
AUTUMN HAIKU HERDING
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Fall plantings are in,
Cabbages, hardy mums bloom…
Autumn colors glow!
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Warm days–cooler nights
Ushering those southward flights…
Noisily birds fly.
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Harvest time each year,
Dresses and skirts lower hems…
Less yield for the men!
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Snow birds fly or drive,
Commuting to stay alive…
Rubber tires fly!
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Children play in leaves,
Hot chocolate sales go up…
Deserted beaches!
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Eggs and produce come
Veggies come from foreign lands…
Locally–now!
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–Jonathan Caswell
GOD’S SON
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“I and my Father are One,”
That’s how he got things done…
Jews and Greeks
Muslims, Sikh,
Want to sidestep the Son!
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All have fallen short,
But man wants a god whose a sport…
Offering a wink
So sinners can slink
Into any safe port.
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“Kiss the Son,” or be had
For disobeying God’s Lad…
Only One way,
Salvation’s today,
No inheritance from Dad.
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Father, Son, Holy Ghost–
Three-in-One, let’s toast…
Only in God we boast!
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–Jonathan Caswell
TANKA YOU–MOTHER’S DAY
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Mother, the red head,
Satisfied Dad with cooking
Organized the home
As I moved further away,
She never left me alone.
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Her “baby” lives now
Because she made it her task
To value my life
All obstacles were bulldozed,
Hugs were rare, but life precious!
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Arranging music,
Teaching angels how to sing…
Following my Dad:
These are what we think she does
When not praising her Lord God.
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Her preaching licence
Set aside when she married
Two in ministry
He did the sermonizing,
She was his right and left hand.
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I found a spray can
Of contraceptive bedside
Lovers late in life
Shock and awe at my parents,
Mom and Dad deserved some fun!
–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
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
HEART THROB
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When she passes by it,
His heart erupts in riot…
The heart throbs,
It’s the hardest of jobs
At that point in time to keep quiet!
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Been through it all before,
Each time she walks for the door…
I helped for a time
She needed mine,
A wheelchair pushing chore.
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Cherishing each look,
but doing things by the book…
Forbidden love
For an unknowing dove,
Remains for him a closed book!
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Now nearly every day
His heart is stolen away…
Despite facts
He always acts
As if there were nothing to say.
(Nothing to say…!)
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–Jonathan Caswell
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE APARTMENT HOUSE….!
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Sings of spring are everywhere,
The sounds of laughter there…
From benches once covered
In snow and smothered,
With storm damage strewn everywhere!
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Gazebos flanked with narciussus
Smiling as if they did miss us…
Pink gladiolus
Parade before us,
The smell of mown lawn is delicious!
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New mulch is shoveled and laid
In beds for a floral parade…
Settling in
The ceramic frog grins,
Resplendent in flowering tree shade!
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Mourning doves coo from woods,
Bursting wirth flavorful goods…
Breakfast in beds
With fried fiddleheads
And day lily bulbs, if you would.
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Why folks shut up their cars,
Inside temperatures like on Mars…
Slightly open
Those windows if hoping
To keep solid spare candy bars!
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Apartment windows to be cleaned
By strong-muscled women who seemed…
To need a winch
To move frames an inch,
But avoid knuckles getting creamed.
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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.
SACTIMONIOUS…US????
(Opinion…with humor, I hope!)
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You want to see “higher than thou,”
Nonbelievers are your choice…
Trying to tell them anything
They think it obnoxious foist.
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Evidence doesn’t mean a thing
Unless it’s on their terms…
If you’re not a “Carl Sagan”
They say, “Oh go eat worms!”
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It’s true we are oft judgmental,
Mostly about ourselves…
Loving the love of God ain’t easy
With works religion still on shelves.
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None of us are perfect,
In short, neither are you…
If antagonism is what you expect
Then that’s the tea that will brew!
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Are we really sanctimonious?
Look in the mirror and see…
If you can bring the walls down some,
You can chose to talk with me! 🙂
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 