Category Archives: limerick-style

INERTIA CONQUERED

INERTIA CONQUERED

If you’ve ever been depressed

Then inertia you’ve addressed…

The sluggish move

Stuck in a groove,

That keeps one in one’s own mess.

I’m feeling some right now,

To it I’m not going to bow…

Missed church last week

I pledged to seek

Not letting it get me down.

Even if I felt sick,

It was more a deceptive trick…

If I had gone

Healing would’ve come,

Having gotten on the stick.

For months I’ve let it slow me,

Self-fulfilling prophecy…

Awash in a sink

Of negative think,

Yet folks prayed for me.

Once I’m there I’m blessed,

Social-spirit needs addressed…

What I think a crowd

You’d laugh out loud,

But I am easily distressed.

Not great with “small talk”,

I smile, eat and walk…

Few I find close

And I’m not verbose,

Soon enough I go to where I parked.

Diana, my wife, used to be,

My crutch in society…

She’d be talking

And I’d listen while walking

Behind her not saying much, actually.

Frequently on my own,

I fervently praise God through song…

Leading hymns

They say blesses them,

And thus we get along.

The Lord uses me

In ways I rarely see…

I accept who I am–

I’m His to command–

At church I have ministry!

–Jonathan Caswell

(Getting tired—forgot to put the author’s name at the end!)  🙂

REMEMBERING…NOT SADLY

REMEMBERING…NOT SADLY

In October, nineteen-ninety,

My Mother slipped away…

The tenth of October

Her “graduation” day.-

So many thoughts went through my head

Over these twenty-five years…

I think I’ve fought each battle twice,

As this day nears!

We were married barely one year

When Mom was ushered home…

Her cancer had invaded her brain,

Was in Hospice, at home.

My Dad was typing letters

As a tear formed from her eye…

Her spirit left her body with

A final soft sigh.

–Jonathan Caswell

HE MIS-SPOKE

HE MIS-SPOKE

Getting his point across,

Understanding suffered loss…

Sharing it with her

Didn’t cause the stir,

But on “strike three” he’d be tossed.

Explained to his teacher friend

The need for sharing to end…

She him assured

By her word,

She was happy with all that he penned.

Plus it was nice to see him there,

A pleasant fellow who cared…

No complaints from her,

But as it were,

She hoped this was the last that he erred!

–Jonathan Caswell

WHERE HAVE I SEEN HER BEFORE?

WHERE HAVE I SEEN HER BEFORE?

(My thanks to Holly at HOUSE OF HEART…for her thumbnail image)

I know few women may care,

To have their assets compared…

Must walk carefully

Or we may see

A firing squad form right over there!

Her picture drives me crazy,

From long ago not so hazy…

A woman I knew

Had those eyes too,

Until I was let go (amazing!).

In truth I had finished my job,

Six months’ in, to “discombob”…

But the heart is tough

When you think that’s enough,

It’ll fight on thinking it’s robbed.

And so it was in a way,

The engagement broke in a year, anyway…

She gave me two weeks’

Notice for keeps,

But some think she earlier played.

In four months my ex. had married,

Four years of sorrow I carried…

The ring she gave back–

Impossible tracked–

My wife is glad it’s buried!

My former was a cascading blonde,

And you thought redheads I was fond…

She rode a horse,

Those movements of course

Drove me above and beyond.

I’m sorry if I gave a start,

That image is burned in my heart…

 Now her profile

Still brings a smile,

Not many deep memories art!

Paul Quay's photo.

A recent picture…from her FACEBOOK page.

GAP-O-SIS…THE BLOUSE MAKER’S FRIEND

GAP-O-SIS…THE BLOUSE MAKER’S FRIEND

Gap-o-sis ‘tween buttons on shirts

Worn by women don’t hurt…

Men eagle-eyed

Find interest inside,

Sales of tight buttoned blouses aren’t hurt!

Gap-o-sis distractions have made,

To wit: car insurance aides…

The man sees her bra

While she sees the flaw

In his claim for coverage paid!

–Jonathan Caswell

DECISION MADE (NOT EASILY)

DECISION MADE (NOT EASILY)

Now…why can’t he JUST TELL

His decision as well…

This is more fun

Procuring a pun,

Hopefully that doesn’t smell!

Decided to cut back

The favorite part of my “yack…”

Relating to friends

Is one of my ends,

Will I lose you if I don’t reblog back?

Discipline is hard for me,

Biut at most…one to three…

Reblogs between

The poems I scheme,

We’ll see if it’s satisfactory?

–Jonathan Caswell

THE PERSON EASILY BORED

THE PERSON EASILY BORED

A person with interests untoward,

Is often easily bored…

Opportunity of feeling

Emotions revealing,

They want extra voltage on board.

Life—good but dull–

Enlivened by an exciting pull…

But interest over time

Begins to decline,

They yearn another fantasy cull.

Being caught or forced to stop,

Resentment builds toward the “cop”…

Enforcing rules

Taking away jewels,

Before lost in one more pop!

Addictive behavior indeed,

Selfishness and greed…

Deep-sited

Unrequited

Bondage that would be freed.

Made in the image of God,

Corrupted, unstable and flawed…

Enigma that sings

Collecting things,

Experiences pure and bawd.

–Jonathan Caswell

SOMETHING IN COMMON.

SOMETHING IN COMMON

Avril Lavine, Taylor Swift,

A number of ladies he would sift…

Young,singers generally chosen

For prospects frozen,

Except in a big “IF”.

None were an appropriate age

Although most performed on stage…

He thought not sinful waters

But perhaps as substitute daughters,

Not meant for irons or cage!

Like all things, views were colored,

But wanting away from the dullard…

Person at home

He was not alone,

But longed for being solid.

Childless and not all platonic,

Could only take it so far (ironic)…

To be denied

His own doe-eyed

Offspring as a tonic.

–Jonathan Caswell

F.G.M.’S UNITE!

F.G.M.S UNITE!

Fairy Godmothers unite,

Treat those children right…

Don’t replace dreams

With crooked schemes,

Work for the children’s delight.

Remember your positive power

Is made for this very hour…

The depend

On you as a friend

To help them find blessings showered!

–Jonathan Caswell