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
❤ 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.
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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
CHANGING TREE TANKA
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Colors start to pop,
Trees shut down their leaves’ supply…
Green leaves turn colors:
Morphology is working
Just the same in ev’ry year!
–J.E.C.
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People come from far
And near…”peeping” foliage…
Brighter is better:
Bus loads come en mass to shop.
Local business harvests crops!
–J.E.C.
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A final push all
Benefit from folderol…
Festivals light skies:
Candied apples and brown bread
Folks ready for winter dead.
–J.E.C.
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Railroad excursions,
Northeast woodland incursions…
Train cars filled with joy:
Steam or diesel pull the trains,
Nostalgic commerce makes gains!
–Jonathan Caswell
MONTH OF MAY PLEASURES
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Last night I spied a deer
Up the driveway, not near,
Roaming the grounds,
Looked me up and down
And went off without fear!
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Lilac flower’s perfume
My nostrils gladly consume…
Delicate breeze
Without a sneeze,
Morning, night and afternoon
.–Jonathan Caswell
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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.
END-OF-DAY HAIKU
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Forecast warm, sunny,
Workplace: energized hub-bub…
Hallways empty fast!
–Jonathan Caswell
STIR NOT UP LOVE OUT OF ITS TIME!
(Opinion, based upon Song of Songs 2:7)
Song of Solomon two: seven,
Reminding of the right time for heaven…
Out of context
Is frustrating sex,
Add reason to loaves with leaven.
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Sing and dance while you’re young,
Older folks, more foolishly done…
Appointed seasons
Make good reasons
Accepting you are also-run!
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Pressure without outlet
Just how stupid we get…
Romance out of time
Invites inner grime
When we are told, “NYET!”.
–Jonathan Caswell
WHY EVEN MENTION IT?
He saw it happening again,
Desiring more than a friend…
Resisting that pull
To pull the wool
Over his eyes and pretend.
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At least once a year he goes,
into these attraction throes…
Always one-way
He dare not stay
Too close to a prospective rose.
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Happens so often he
Knows eventually…
The “old nature”
Legislature
Votes for a juicy affaire!
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“Resistance is futile,” some say,
But rather just walk away…
Run if you must
From growing lust,
Be true to your beloved night and day.
–Jonathan Caswell
(christianity.com)
WARMED WEATHER
Our Saturday boiled dinner
Was a social winner…
It sounded crass
But biogas,
Warmed up this spot of winter.
–Jonathan Caswell
THE PLATEAU
Why does he not progress,
A subconscious reason I’d guess…
Gets less attention,
Social intervention,
Riding on the healing express?
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 