He calls himself “fashion poet”,
One or two others know it…
In pursuits
Avoiding lawsuits,
He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!
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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
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
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
SEPARATE–NOT EQUAL
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Memorial Sunday came
And went with the parade…
Neighbors’ scheduling games
Sidesgtepped spiritual aid.
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By the time I parked my car,
The Color Guard had moved off…
To give honor to the dead
While standing the graves upon.
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Was saddened to not see
Our Pastor honoring the dead…
They’d asked him there to be
But he “had church”, he said.
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So Praise Band practiced songs
While bugles and rifle shot…
Echoed across cemetery lawns
Without God’s blessing sought.
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Used to be, not long ago,
The service and parade combined…
One would the other show
Consideration of a neighborly kind.
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The Pastor, I think, was wrong
Not to set aside practice…
For a few praise songs
To show our church active!
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Community give-and-take
Means Christians humble must give…
In to a common cause
Of the neighborhoods where we live.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 