Category Archives: genocide

FINAL (?) COMMENTS ON A “GRIFFIN”

A mythical griffin is true

To its nature blue…

Made of rock–

Sturdy stock=–

It never  no never boo-hoos!

Unlike the “comedienne,

Who’s turned herself into “victim”…

Self responsibility

Is unconscionably,

Denied by her or him!

Now a lawyer she seeks,

Someone else must pay her lost “ekes”

She did the act–

No one “made her”, in fact–

Most of us see through her pitiful squeaks!

It’s time for this child to grow up,

As one wag said–MAN UP!…

You’ve gone too far

With behavior bizarre,

With morals you’ve proven corrupt.

(An opinion post! )

-Jonathan Caswell

JESUS WEEPS.

JESUS WEEPS…!

(An opinion piece)

For all the children eaten,

For all His people beaten…

At least they’ll see

Eternity

Away from life so fleeting.

Those who sit by,

Should hear the tortured cry…

Of a god and his raiders,

Hateful invaders,

Who make victims want to die!

“Progressives” who don’t care a whit,

Yawn saying “get on with it”…

So we can win

Not looking at sin,

“That doesn’t bother us one bit.”

They call themselves upright,

But that won’t wash tonight…

Jesus weeps

While a ruler keeps

His vacation schedule tight.

–Jonathan Caswell

(An opinion piece—of the Poet and those who truly care for others—photo ops. not withstanding!)

LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS

LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS

A face that truly inspires,

Greed and avarice fires…

Dressed up nice

But cold as ice,

Does she care about what transpires?

Often idols are kept

Away from those who have wept…

A picture that’s true

Reality, will it do?

For those whose souls have left?

Women dressed up and admired,

No control over what transpired….

Men use romance

Justifying advance,

After brutally acquired.

(A different side of the coin, perhaps?)

–Jonathan Caswell

HEALING FOR WITHIN

HEALING FOR WITHIN

Roe vs, Wade this year,

With nary a mention or tear…

Pagan presses

Ignoring messes

That they, in part, steered.

Only folks who care

Assert forgiveness is near…

Abortions done

Still have One

Who cleanses the inner fear.

When Christ comes in the air

Taking us home, also there…

Aborted souls waiting

And anticipating

Forgiving that fatal tear.*

Healing comes to within

Acknowledging confessing sin…

Take advantage of

Redeeming Love,

Don’t let the uncaring man win.

–Jonathan Caswell

* the fatal tear(-ing away of life)…forgiveness of the momma who aborted her child, BY THE CHILD SO ABORTED, is an idea expressed by this week’s TV broadcasts of THE GOSPEL TRUTH program with Andrew Womack–which included an interview with a woman who was the survivor of an attempted abortion by her mother.  See http://www.awmi.net.

STATE OF HIS BODY ADDRESSED

STATE OF HIS BODY ADDRESSED

He hadn’t prepared for THIS,

His body was obviously amiss…

Legs shooting pain

With swollen disdain,

He’d face a  lot more to contain.

Exhaustion darkens the eyes

From little sleep–no surprise…

Making his way

Through life every day

And keeping his doctors apprised.

Doesn’t feel fine or foxy,

Got his own supply of oxy*…

Muscular hurts

The oxy* skirts,

A band-aid like two-part epoxy.

Struggle forward he must,

In his doctors’ advice he must trust…

Efforts increase

Or life quality’ll cease,

To be stiffened by encroaching rust!

I’m not sure his wife understands

Why he vocalizes her demands…

Getting so mean,

Making a scene,

Her pain…stays under her command.

He’s paying the price of duress

For not acting wiser, I guess…

Struggling for years.

One thing is clear–

It was never seriously addressed!

–Jonathan Caswell

* oxy…short for the pain-killer, oxycodone-acetaminophen.

THE DEADLIEST SIN

THE DEADLIEST SIN

Two Christmases ago he was intrigued,

By candy from a higher league…

White chocolate-filled,

Those M & M’s thrilled

A diabetic brain under siege!

–Jonathan Caswell

FORBIDDEN FAVORITE FOODS

FORBIDDEN FAVORITE FOODS

(Mostly as Haiku)

Diet swords crossed

Winning control of his fare…

Far-reaching food fight!

Super-Special sub,

Three meats, lettuce and cheese…

Scrumptiously okay!

Still  buying candy,

Pretzels for a rainy day…

Edema won’t leave!

Low-salt, high fiber

Candy bars masquerading…

Wise ones watch labels!

Complimentary,

Small portions of chips…

Regular soda!

Convenience kills,

Easily lost is control…

Salt and sugar win!

Eating half only,

Sandwiches enjoyed longer….

Maybe wife gets some!

Meatloaf and gravy, rare,

Mass. Turnpike revelation…

Suddenly set right!

Candy corn for kids,

Bag closed carefully between…

Cheating doesn’t help!

Diabetic mood

Carbohydrate-tidal force…

Glucose levels swing!

–Jonathan Caswell

PERSONAL VALUE

PERSONAL VALUE

His counselor wants a list

Of reasons he’d be missed…

Why he’s a blessing

Not just window dressing,

And the positive values with which  he’s so kissed.

It’s hard to follow through,

Listing one’s own value…

When employing for years

Personal smears,

In one’s own mind considered more true!

This self-flagellation

Puts a blanket on congratulation…

Thinking thus so

They don’t really know

Facts in one’s situation.

Lovingly changing the mind

Is hard when years being blind…

Unreasoning crap

Keeps one trapped,

So hard to break the grind.

With impossibility is there hope,

A beacon to which one gropes…

Somehow God

When we laud

Him, helps us up our steep slopes!

–Jonathan Caswell

ANTI-PINOCCHIO UNBOUND

ANTI-PINOCCHIO UNBOUND

Why should a man disclose

His inward-growing nose…

Laying bare

All the stuff in there,

Like the taking off of clothes?

Not everyone wants to know

The inward motives so…

Some are plain

With just disdain

For apparent needing to expose.

Some make comments thus,

He is too honest for us…

Pull back gently–

Don’t embarrass me–

You’re giving us too much trust!

–Jonathan Caswell

WISHING IT WERE DIFFERENT

WISHING IT WERE DIFFERENT

(Opinion)

You know I’m a “white boy” and yet,

I feel a powerful regret…

After all these years

Basic race fears,

Haven’t been put to forget.

A black boy was thought innocent,

Til a police chief went…

And disclosed in time

The boy did a crime,

Into fury the mobs were sent.

Believing that kids angels are,

Has really gotten too far…

This “us versus them”

Beyond reason,

Goes back to feathers and tar!

I blame their leaders, too,

Who claim there’s continual screw…

Not letting them rise

In their own eyes,

Nor take on a healthier view.

Our president seems in course,

The brow-beaten black to reinforce…

Despite the cop guy

Who lost an eye,

By a black kid who fought like a horse.

I would hope black brothers were adults

And not caught in leadership cults…

Keeping field slaves down

Keeps leaders around,

And Don King understood these results.*

*(From an interview at a Democratic Convention a few years ago..heard during radio coverage of it)

–Jonathan Caswell

{My 9609th blog entry}