LAUNCHING WORDS, SHIPS, PINK-COLORED SLIPS
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A face that truly inspires,
Greed and avarice fires…
Dressed up nice
But cold as ice,
Does she care about what transpires?
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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?
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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?)
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–Jonathan Caswell
HARD-TO-HEAR HAIKU
(Adult Topic)
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Become impotent
His fading manhood laments…
But what is inside?
-JEC
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Little feeling left,
No place left to vent the ache…
Must thinking change, too?
–JEC
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Engorgement all gone,
Being faithful accepts lack…
No one left to love.
–JEC
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How to love without?
Can a man still be a man”’
His woman knows that!
–JEC
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Appreciates form,
Less likely liquid lusting…
Why keep the old ways?
–JEC
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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.
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–Jonathan Caswell
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!
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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!
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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!
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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
TANKINI TANKA
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Ladies’swimming suits
Modesty with fashion flair
Tankini’s good choice…
Swimming suits worn by my Mom,
Swim suits for the open air.
–J.E.C.
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Swim suit appearance
May not look older or trite…
Bellies hidden here,
Leave nudes for moonlight-lit swims
Prying eyes will not alight!
–Jonathan Caswell
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Mom’s skinny-dipping
Before my time–if at all–
Dad saw her dripping…
His eye candy–his alone,
Something children don.t do–J.E.C.
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Catalogs are out,
Causing the women to dream…
And in weight-loss schemes,
Husbands may look too
Comparing to whom they know?–J.E.C.
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Tankinis cover
Girlfriend or one’s mother…
No sun-burned bellies!
Her modesty wins the day
A fashionable sashay!–J.E.C.
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More than one layer
Preserves silhouette observed…
Wet T-shirts too thin!
Modesty finds our blessing
Too many eyes are pressing.–J.E.C.
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By the Mighty Mumford 