He calls himself “fashion poet”,
One or two others know it…
In pursuits
Avoiding lawsuits,
He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!
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Him being man and all,
Must carefully judge his call…
With less passion
Than stereotypical fashion,
Not being the Beast at the ball.
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Gender matters to him,
Especially if women…
They’re the kind
He most has in mind,
Do they mind if he tiptoes in?
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–Jonathan Caswell
When J. J. NISSEN folded,
My image of a bakery molded…
Its replacement too big
So I had to dig,
To see what research “beholded”.
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My past is in two places–
It one ever traces–
The lines of “me”
Diligently
For personal data chases!
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Massachusetts, New York State,
My two major windows of fate…
Born here
But raised over there,
Memories in both are great.
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One of my faves was Monks Bread,
A Trappist Monastery did…
And still does
The bread funds their cause,
Producing jams, jellies, plus all kinds of bread!
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A model flat against the wall,
Leaves hardly space at all…
Have to use what I have
Of plastic walls saved,
Modeling a bakery et. al.
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So I thought of TRAPPIST FOODS,
A catch-all title to use…
Producing bread
And conserves, I said,
Switching different train cars is a ball!
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Specifically, flour and fruit,
Corn syrup and sugar to boot…
Isn’t enough?
They brand other stuff,
The question of a brewery—moot.
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MONKS BREAD from Western New York,
From that Trappist Abbey of course…
A college friend
Heading toward that end,
Found a wife and went in another!
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–Jonathan Caswell
FAR MORE THAN DECORATION
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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”.
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She wanted to go away,
Then decided to stay…
Our Holly found
Without her around,
A lot of folks felt dismay!
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Her writing’s a treasure trove
Fashioned in creative love…
Greeting each guest
She does the best,
And really has nothing to prove!
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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!
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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.
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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.
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Some day, of course, many will,
When blogging won’t pay bills…
Or another medium
Makes better comedians,
Then will our blog go still.
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–Jonathan Caswell
NOTE: ILLUSTRATIONS are from Holly’s blog, House of Heart.
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The blogging beauty !
❤ MY LOVE FOR LADY BLOGGERS ❤
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Avowed love of lady bloggers,
Hard-working creative bloggers…
I love thee all
For me you stand tall,
Driving us romantics bonkers! 🙂
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Some of you are very fetching,
Appearance not all that’s catching…
The mind and heart–
Thy very art–
Draweth me to your fine meshings!
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By word and artistic guile,
You make this creative man smile…
Cry and laugh
On your behalf,
Each in a wonderful style.
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Long distance hugs the rule
In this community cool….
Cool in attitude
To not be rude,
Suggesting of anything cruel.
–
Group hugs all around,
My love to all of you found….
In likes and raves
From this former knave,
Who likes in whose company he’s found!
😀
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–Jonathan Caswell
WE GIVE OUR MAKER PRAISE
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We give our Maker praise
For all sorts of cloud and haze…
He wraps Himself proud
With myriad dark cloud,
We call Him the Ancient of Days!
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All that with breath rejoice,
God made Man His CHOICE…
Of being able
To choose God’s table,
Or favor and love to lose.
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God wants with you to walk.
And not folk who just talk the talk…
Will you agree
His child to be,
Or for eternity balk?
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–Jonathan Caswell
PACKRAT’S PRIZE
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While he lay down for a nap,
She readied her surprise….
When he woke and entered the kitchen
He barely believed his eyes!
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She’d hoed out the bottom
Cabinets of all their stuff…
Plastic, pots and bowls saved
It all looked more than enough.
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She had him finish hoeing things out
And running the dust mop within….
She sat down for a moment’s rest
Before checking their chicken.
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She’d roasted a chicken stuffed with apples
And bacon on top for their lunch….
He put potatoes in to bake
And she said he’d helped a whole bunch!
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He served her chicken and potato
And sliced peaches on the side…
Then he had to get ready for work
But left a big smile for his bride!
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–Jonathan Caswell
HIGHER SPEED RAIL
(To tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”)
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Been working on the N scale
Whenever I’ve found time,
Rebuilding older trackage
So electrics will work fine…
Putting in curved turnouts
Simulating former speed,
My truncated mainline
Once hosted iron steeds!
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The story goes that this was once
A high-speed mainline,
Alas, this part of the railroad is
In serious decline…
A few banked curves remain to
Remind us what once was,
The rest of the roadbed
Like that economy, went bust.
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But renewing hope is out there
My imaginary line,
Hosts a tourist train
Which looks like it does fine…
A collection of Rail Diesel Cars–
Steam engines have a few–
An array of passenger train cars,
Restoration still to do!
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When rebuilding’s finished
(It’s going to run this time),
They’ll have a ceremony
So get yourself in line…
Cooking for a grand shindig
The restaurants in town,
Will serve the finest dishes
With MOXIE passed around!
They’ll serve their finest cuisine
So chug that MOXIE down!!!!
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–Jonathan Caswell
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WHERE’S THE EXCITEMENT GONE?
–
His Reader was suitably cleansed
And purified for all intents…
What remained was dull,
No fire to pull
Him toward blogged events.
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Apparently wrong attitudes
Got stuck in how he viewed
Certain proceedings
Followed by leadings
Toward folks normally eskewed.
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Now he has to find
Better things for his mind…
He’s not a boy
Giving up a toy,
But a man taken in by hinds.
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Life’s full of wonder he says,
maybe it’s time he prays…
That God would lead
Him in all speed,
Toward interesting happy days!
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–Jonathan Caswell
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