Category Archives: grief

CHURCH ATTENDANCE–A HYPOTHETICAL POEM

He rarely attends now,

It’s gone and got diff’rent somehow…

He feels pushed aside

Not welcomed inside,

No one’s been direct with him, anyhow!

They used to go faithfully,

Found the spirit there strong and free…

The Pastor moved on

And a preacher took on

Things with his own personality.

With his circle of friends,

For our subject, being close to a pastor ends…

You know his pride

Didn’t like “outside”

But he wanted to attend.

Then he and his wife

Both saw ill health in life….

Comparison

With others is sin,

And churned up internal strife!

The preacher/teacher and he,

(Too much alike?) weren’t happy…

It shifted into

“An authority over you”

Which wasn’t as healthy!

Various dissatisfactions

Led to complaints and  feigned actions….

Poor communication

Led to frustration,

In mutual distraction.

So now he stays at home

Sundays, with his wife alone…

No need to go

Taken for granted so,

But he’s stuck–this was his church home.

Socially depended on her,

His wife, for communication stirred…

When she took ill

He didn’t have the will,

To see that his opening up occurred.

He’s given his life for her,

Literally as it were…

Goes it alone

Reaching out he’s done,

Elsewhere–little left at “home”.

Options to go elsewhere?

Feels bound by his wife–so there!

Decision paralyzed–

Easier to survive

By himself, ‘though few benefits to share!

A “hypothetical poem”–which means it is just a poem….!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU

(Adult Topic)

Become impotent

His fading manhood laments…

But what is inside?

-JEC

Little feeling left,

No place left to vent the ache…

Must thinking change, too?

–JEC

Engorgement all gone,

Being faithful accepts lack…

No one left to love.

–JEC

How to love without?

Can a man still be a man”’

His woman knows that!

–JEC

Appreciates form,

Less likely liquid lusting…

Why keep the old ways?

–JEC

Is safer this way…

For all women that he sees,

Much less threatening!

–JEC

Power lust remains,

That…no non-phallic can cure…

Bad apples near tree.

–Jonathan Caswell

POET’S HAIKU

POET’S HAIKU

World concerns brought forth

Who really listens or cares

Profit selling wares!

–JEC

Jesus died for all

Not all will come to be saved…

Everyone must choose!

–JEC

Blending words to fit

Intimate, growing ideas…

Poetry lives on!

–JEC

Softer words appear,

Thinking of a real-live doll,

Hugable by me!  🙂

–Jonathan Caswell

DO THEY REALLY NOT CARE???

DO THEY REALLY NOT CARE???

In the East or West we see

Hidden sex slavery…

Women, girls and boys

Treated like toys,

Death being the only exit they see.

Christian redeem with money

Children billed as honey…

To abuser bees

Satisfying perverted deeds,

Who think resuing vicgtims funny.

Christian missionaries hide

Indentities where they reside…

Whoremongers dream

Of capturing redeemed,

Returning them to the inside.

Why is it that only Christ

Considers all people worth the price…

His death and resurrection

At the Father’s direction

For ALL SOULS was sacrifice!

So easily Westerners ignore

The plights of the forced-into-service whore…

Recruited by lies

Then beaten, despised,

Made to accept it all—and more.

More than likely some claiming to be Christ’s

Think “behind His back” they have rights…

To fondle and abuse

Anyone they choose,

Boldly going down with red lights.

(Vengence is Mine, saith the Lord!)

–Jonathan Caswell

ADMITTING MY SIN

ADMITTING MY SIN

(As part of the problem)

Tool of the devil may be,

But much of the evil’s from me…

Promises broken

E’en by a token,

From motives done selfishly.

Got back on Ebay

And spent in other ways…

Bank’s in a hole–

Sin takes a toll–

Leaving him in a haze.

With God’s help worked through

And out of his boiling hot stew…

Enough to see

Eternity

Depends on sin confessed, too!

–Jonathan Caswell

ON AGING

ON AGING

Gradually changing to be

From caregiver to “care-for-me”…

Independence fails

As the subject flails,

Struggling for quality.

Working in nursing homes

Keeps folks from being alone…

One has to harden

Then, not pardon

The frequent unending drone.

Folks who can still be kind

In the face of that sort of grind…

Have my vote

As folks with a Coat

Of Arms—of a gentle mind!”

In Rehab, I took time

To relate to those inclined…

Demential cases

Haven’t solid bases

But deep memory refined.

Will I end up like them,

Both Mom and Dad feared it back then…

Would have been kinder

For Dad without reminder

Of all he’d lost…and when.

So we’ll take it day-by-say,

In fact there’s no other way…

To not worry

Or to curry

Pity by obnoxious display!

–Jonathan Caswell

HE’S MAKING IT PERSONAL

HE’S MAKING IT PERSONAL

(Political and religious opinion  piece)

Today’s “ISRAEL NOW NEWS”

Reported our President’s views…

Unhidden by slant

We hear his rant

Denying survival rights to Jews.

His “white boy”–namely Biden,

Put on notice the Jews he was riding…

To look to Israel

To find survival,

No longer by America’s deciding.

Presidents flipping birds

To Israeli leader’s words…

Immaturity

And absurdity

Like little boys flipping dog turds!

–Jonathan Caswell

PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS

PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS

The doctor removed the bone chip

Whose blood made the nurse flip…

He was blamed

For the quantity of same,

Reputation has that strong a grip!

–Jonathan Caswell

IS HE DEAD?

IS HE DEAD?

Discovered my laptop’s webcam,

And saw what I really am…

Flaky skin tired,

Half-cylinder-fired–

hardly the once-handsome man.

Eyes half-closed in sleep,

Evidence of age creep…

Spark within

Needs a little wind

Fanning the flame a heap!

–Jonathan Caswell

LAP-TOP SLOPPED!

LAP-TOP SLOPPED!

His lap-top computer turned seedy

Because he got too greedy…

Crap let in

Hit him on the chin,

For clean out, money is needy!

He wanted to multi-task

But found two websites masked…

Labelling deceit

(The small print feat)

Delivered for what he didn’t ask.

Called a friend for recommendations

On thee best for renumerations…

Security–

And cleanup (not free),

That will end the consternation.

–Jonathan Caswell