Category Archives: neighbors

JESUS WEEPS.

JESUS WEEPS…!

(An opinion piece)

For all the children eaten,

For all His people beaten…

At least they’ll see

Eternity

Away from life so fleeting.

Those who sit by,

Should hear the tortured cry…

Of a god and his raiders,

Hateful invaders,

Who make victims want to die!

“Progressives” who don’t care a whit,

Yawn saying “get on with it”…

So we can win

Not looking at sin,

“That doesn’t bother us one bit.”

They call themselves upright,

But that won’t wash tonight…

Jesus weeps

While a ruler keeps

His vacation schedule tight.

–Jonathan Caswell

(An opinion piece—of the Poet and those who truly care for others—photo ops. not withstanding!)

<3 JOANNE <3

❤    JOANNE    ❤

Putting it very succinctly,

Joanne in our eyes is distinctly…

A treasure to see

While we happily,

Visit her office meekly.

In fashion that’s the best,

In professional confidence rests…

Her cheery manner

With not a complainer,

Or any of which we’ll attest!

Blessed by her children dear,

We’re blessed by her presence here…

Those of us taken,

Loyalties unshaken

Would make our affection of her clear!

We hope this Valentine will do,

We sure do appreciate you…!

–Jonathan Caswell

FASHION PERSONIFIED

FASHION PERSONIFIED

Janet and I were talking,

While Joanne was walking

Out to see

Little Gracie,

While I did the usual gawking.

“Joanne,” said Janet kindly,

“Your suit looks wonderfully…

“Matched in all parts

Your clothing arts,

You’re always a joy to see.”

I easily agreed too,

Joanne know what to do…

Fashion embodiment

By separates’ statement

Of talent with green and blue!

Things independently

Bought are artfully…

Brought together

A visual treasure,

Pleasing to all who see!  🙂

Jonathan Caswell

FUR-BRAINED FELINES

FUR-BRAINED FELINES

You Tube compilations

Of cat concentrations…

Mirrors and jumps

And into bath dumps,

Expose tintinnabulations!

–Jonathan Caswell

WHY EVEN MENTION IT?

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!

“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)

A NEW SERIES !

A NEW SERIES!

A bucket list author assured

Himself that his work endured…

Did awful in sales

But he prevails

By putting pieces out as lures!

–Jonathan Caswell

    I had me a book manuscript nearly ( ? ) completed…and suddenly decided not to publish, at least not at that publisher, as nice as the new staff .  Maybe I will send it to them but not just now.

ON THE RECEIVING END,

by Jonathan Caswell

SO…on this blog, BY THE MIGHTY MUMFORD and my other blog, THE MARVELOUS MUMFORD–and maybe some teasers at OUR POETRY CORNER–I’ll be posting poetry from the alleged book until I figure out where and how to formally publish it–if at all.  🙂

THE BOOK…is about my recent experience over the last six months or so, damaging, ignoring, losing two toes on my right foot by amputation, rehab. and recovery.  The basic premise–with other observations added–is to look at how difficult doctors, caretakers and such like me ( ! ) make such terrible patients, when it’s our turn to be cared for!

Other bloggers use some titles repeatedly as categories.  Each of mine here are what I plan to use in the book, which is, as you know, semi-autobiographical.  These subtitles will be (in this series):

READY…AIM…FIRE!

(Who makes poor patients and maybe why?)

THE HEALERS

(Nurses, therapist, aides from hospital, rehabilitation and home care I’ve known)

REHAB RUMINATIONS

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

(Various related issues of interest)

THE END OF THE MATTER?

JOANNE LEFT ALONE

JOANNE LEFT ALONE

Joanne was left alone

To run things here at home…

Administration

Is her station,

A paragon of efficiency honed.

Alas, Eric got a call

To be on site after all…

But we’ll enjoy

Her presence (OH, BOY!)

And Eric’s, after the snowfall.

Joanne we certainly trust,

Tender–like well-made pie crust…

Efficiency, caring

(We love what she’s wearing),

Her continuing here is a must!

–Jonathan Caswell

APPRECIATED

APPRECIATED

Morgan and Janet drew near

To say their poem was dear…

Appreciating

My participating

In memories Janet found dear.

Morgan is slowing down,

Of dog years she’s plied up a mound…

Moving slower

(We’re glad we know her)

Along familiar ground.

Janet shared memories

Of her dog, running with ease…

Of long ago

Letting me know

She appreciates poems like these.

–Jonathan Caswell

IS THAT KIZZIE CAT?

IS THAT KIZZIE CAT?

A fat, furry tiger-and-white

In the hallway here…

Posing in front of his apartment door,

As he does throughout the year.

Flops himself indolently

Stretching out in cat display…

Woe betide the scratcher of bellies,

He might not want to stay.

When we first moved in next door

A poodle had resided here…

Kizzie clawed the poodle’s paws

The poor dog ran in fear.

We had a cat of our own at the time

But Kizzie bold as brass…

Entered our apartment,

Vanquishing the dog at last!

For nailing the little dog paws,

Kizzie lost his front claws…

When that dog walked by

A careful eye

Was kept where Kizzie might pause.

Our cat has gone

But Kizzie the cat lives on….

Sometimes he greets me with his feats,

Slips into his door and is gone.

–Jonathan Caswell

MORGAN’S WALK

MORGAN’S WALK

Janet and Morgan down the stairs

To take a walk outside…

Janet used to show despair

But now they walk with pride.

Morgan, a big dog for this place,

Once would jump with glee…

Encountering anyone close-by

Scaring dog and humanity.

The dog went off to obedience school

Learning her lessons well…

So most times she remembers the rules,

As anyone can tell.

Janet and Morgan make their way

Outside on their daily jaunt…

Often submitting to a scratched ear

For behaviour she can flaunt!

–Jonathan Caswell