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
HANDS-ON…MY HISTORY
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I took a fabled RS-1* into the living room
On a tray to try doing some work…
I wanted to replace that body shell with one bought new,
Then progress was caught up with a jerk.
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It was the Two-Fourteen I had in my hands,
Numbered for our first letter exchange…
February Second completed the first round
As our relationship grew strong and aged.
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The “214” is painted silver with red-white-and blue
Stripe around both hoods (old AMTRAK stock)…
Maybe I’ll just finish changing this one’s couplers’
Putting one of three “NEW HAVENs” on the body shell changing block!
–Jonathan Caswell
*NOTE:
All of these locomotives are N scale models of the American Locomotive Company (ALCO) model RS-1…in the author’s collection. Some of his units are lettered and numbered for important life events….like when he and his wife exchanged their first letters (#214) or the date they were engaged (#5388…for the date 5/3/1988).
WHY ARE FASHION BLOGGERS SO YOUNG?
–
Young women it seems to me’
Blog fashion plentifully,
Is most fashion sold
Aimed not at the old,
What’s the answer to this mystery?
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Older models fill the pages
Of magazines for wages…
Is it that the young
Find it more fun,
To model for their own ages?
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Whatever, I’m glad they are there,
E’en though I don’t have their hair (!)…
New fashions may
Come my wife’s way,
Which shows her that I care!
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–Jonathan Caswell
NO DIFFERENT “DOWN EAST”
We’d like to visit Maine,
But now it’s much the same…
Melting snow piles
And weary smiles
Waiting for springtime plain.
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Like us they’re tired
Alternately wired…
By long hours
Fighting snow showers
Paying the extra plows hired.
–
Nearly out of salt
To keep up the lively assault…
Snow-covered roads,
Icy ones goad
Town employees to help out.
–Jonathan Caswell
A CORDUROY SKIRT AND JACKET
(sing to THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS)
A corduroy jacket
And skirt are going to be
The next sewing project
My love does, you see…
She’ll make it from material
That cost a lot of “dough”
But I do like the pattern
And will love her in it so!
–
Oh, the patterned blue fabric,
A fancy corduroy…
Is worth the glow in her eyes
When I paid for this joy;
She’ll have her new sewing machine
Which I guess I’ll set up too,
And help her with the making of
Until the set is through!
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We can’t afford to hire help
Except for a tip or two,
This pattern cost a lot to get
But she’s not feeling blue…
Except to say my illness brought
Her project to a halt,
Just taking over for her love
She did not find me fault.
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My BLUE SAPPHIRE OF JOHNSBURG (see Archives!)
Is the best one for me,
She takes up the slack I bore
And responsibility…
The least I can do for my love
Is allow a corduroy bolt,
To help her smile a good long while
And scamper like a colt! 😀
–Jonathan Caswell
GENUINE GINGER
My Visiting Nurse, redhead Dale,
Rarely does fail…
To brighten our day
Til she goes away,
And then our hearts often sail.
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Perhaps of ample girth,
She brings her usual mirth…
My wife and I
See her twinkling eye,
She’s a ruby on the earth!
–Jonathan Caswell
MORE THAN SATISFACTORY
A special Valentines Day,
More snow is coming to play…
On hills and dales
That high wind avails,
Whilst we stay inside and sashay!
–
We have our Saturday dinner,
My wife’s fancy dress a winner…
A Polish feast
For greatest to least,
Ah, community love doth glimmer!
–
After our repast nightcap,
We ambled home for a nap…
My love and me
Snore peacefully,
In recliners and my C-PAP!
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She got a card out for me,
Am I too lazy?,,,
Neither could shop
(Will the snow ever stop!),
Our love is for eternity.
–Jonathan Caswell
HIS SPIRIT POURED OUT
Praise God for Deborah Grey,
She’d been too long away…
Her phone call
Blesses us all
So thankful for God’s display.
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We hadn’t spoken for months,
My wife did write her once…
Told her my story,
To God be glory,
He uses this spiritual dunce.
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Knowing the truth made her laugh
WITH ME and on my behalf…
It’s joyful knowing
No one I’m snowing
Nor subject to judgmental wrath!
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We talked for nearly an hour,
A wonderful cleansing shower…
This sister close
Deliberately chose
In us to His sweet Spirit pour!
–Jonathan Caswell
ROLE REVERSALS–NO PROBLEM!
Caretaker of his wife, he was
Until amputation thus…
Found care of him
Under her whim,
His ego matured for the cause.
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Their life in Christ was in being,
Through His love seeing…
Encouraging souls
Ultimate goals,
Whom they were was in Him succeeding.
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Success not a matter of role,
But God’s encouraging the whole…
Definition by deed
It was Christ’s to succeed,
While His children with Him are clothed.
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Working this through mortal frames
Is but one of Spiritual aims…
To work His will
Whether healthy or ill,
In Godly mercy and love Christ came.
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Who thus the greater be,
But Christ, Who lives in me…
We are man and wife,
Ransomed for life–
Father God as Daddy!
–Jonathan Caswell
EVICTED AGAIN
She had a tired look,
This Aide who seriously took…
My wife on
To straight up, “Mawn”,
Told me, in effect, to “book”.*
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One more bag of trash,
Disposed of with panache…
Until they were through
What they had to do,
When I returned I could crash.
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So gave them extra time
By posting more on-line…
Apartments small
Won’t fit us all,
My wife needs her chance to shine!
–Jonathan Caswell
* “to book”….to go (away) somewhere else
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