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TOYING WITH TANKA
TOYING WITH TANKA
Been taken as a fool
A two-hundred dollar school,
Burning with laughter
Their laughter–smiling at me
Smilingly to the bank vault!
–J.E.C.
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Successful robins
Pulling worms out at their will
Feeding generation
Filling nests of happy broods
Serenading the damp woods!
–J.E.C.
A CORDUROY SKIRT & JACKET
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!
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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
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.
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ON THE RECEIVING END,
by Jonathan Caswell
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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. 🙂
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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!
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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)
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REHAB RUMINATIONS
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FOOD FOR THOUGHT
(Various related issues of interest)
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THE END OF THE MATTER?
BY HIS FINGERNAILS
BY HIS FINGERNAILS
(If he has any left.)
His long ordeal seems done,
The battle with amputation almost won…
But occurence
Of ending insurance,
Worries his future to come.
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Received a continuance letter
Which helped him feel somewhat better…
Answers come slow
By snail-mail you know,
But his social worker–he’s glad to have met her.
–Jonathan Caswell
COMING NEAR THE END–HAIKU COLLECTION
COMING NEAR THE END–A COLLECTION OF HAIKU
Coming near the end,
Winter storm winds whimper out…
Hardware stores sell seeds.
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Coming near the end,
Nursing tapers off to nought…
Foot wound scabs fall off.
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Coming near the end,
Wonders in night skies…
Prophesy hopes grow.
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Coming near the end,
Vigorous manhood fades off…
Women menopause.
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Coming near the end…
Persecution of Christ’s Way,
False prophets gain power!
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Coming near the end…
Commuter trains did poorly,
Can that company?
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Coming near the end…
Ideas flowing slowly,
My battery’s low!
–Jonathan Caswell
GENUINE GINGER
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
By the Mighty Mumford 