He calls himself “fashion poet”,
One or two others know it…
In pursuits
Avoiding lawsuits,
He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!
–
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
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!
–
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!
–
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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HAREM SCARE ‘EM AND ME !
(To the tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”…A SONG)
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He thought he’d like a harem–
Oh, what a great idea–
Collecting beautiful women
For each day of the year…
Have one of every hair color:
Of red-heads, two or three,
Some that change with the season
Oh what a company!
–
But modern girls aren’t like the ones
That lived in olden time,
They’re much more educated,
Don’t easily resign…
Their lives and their futures
To a fat cat jailer-king,
To volunteer they’d like to hear
His cash disbursement ring.
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Logistics would be maddening
Even if all were convinced,
Coming from all over
When he saw the bill he winced…
He began feeling outnumbered
Cooperation thin,
Instead of coming one-by-one
They all came after him!
–
He couldn’t pay their wages
So all up and left,
His fine plans for his evenings–
Not a single one was kept…
And then he got the bills for
The leaving of each one,
He decided then and there
Modern harems were no fun!
–
I thought of the same thing myself,
Like “THE HAREM OF BIRDS”
But only beautiful bloggers–
Women, in other words…
An exclusive club with just one man
My wife would veto fast,
My flesh already wants control—
The concept sounds a blast.
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But thinking realistically
My cost is way too much,
I’ll lose those friends who cannot stand
A married man’s touch…
Long-distance relationships
Are harder to maintain,
I’d just as soon give up now
Before I feel the pain!
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–Jonathan Caswell
EVENING SOLITUDE
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Took a break with James Taylor  for a guide,
Found him on You Tube, took his album for a ride…
Ate my supper in the quietness
Quiet time with James is probably the best.
No one came through–they all seemed to hide…
Thoughtful of them, letting me quietly ride.
–Jonathan Caswell
DO YOU THINK I HAVE ENOUGH???
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Finding room is getting rough,
Do you think I have enough…
One more dream
Fulfilled as schemed,
Engines that run but don’t puff.
–
Can’t run more than two at a time,
Embodying memories sublime…
Reaching the end
Of finances, friend,
Over-spending is a crime.
–Jonathan Caswell
FUR-BRAINED FELINES
You Tube compilations
Of cat concentrations…
Mirrors and jumps
And into bath dumps,
Expose tintinnabulations!
–Jonathan Caswell
END-OF-DAY HAIKU
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Forecast warm, sunny,
Workplace: energized hub-bub…
Hallways empty fast!
–Jonathan Caswell
SALAD AND BROCCOLI–RAW,RAW,RAW!
(or nearly so)
I ordered Broccoli and Beef,
The broccoli part was chief…
Ingredient
And chewing went
Well considering my teeth!
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Reminded me of my Dad
And the chopped-up salad he had…
Which he barely chewed,
His puree’ he viewed
With words that sounded so sad!
–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.
–
At least once a year he goes,
into these attraction throes…
Always one-way
He dare not stay
Too close to a prospective rose.
–
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)
By the Mighty Mumford 