WHY ARE FASHION BLOGGERS SO YOUNG?
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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
STIR NOT UP LOVE OUT OF ITS TIME!
(Opinion, based upon Song of Songs 2:7)
Song of Solomon two: seven,
Reminding of the right time for heaven…
Out of context
Is frustrating sex,
Add reason to loaves with leaven.
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Sing and dance while you’re young,
Older folks, more foolishly done…
Appointed seasons
Make good reasons
Accepting you are also-run!
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Pressure without outlet
Just how stupid we get…
Romance out of time
Invites inner grime
When we are told, “NYET!”.
–Jonathan Caswell
GREAT GRAVATATIONALÂ GRAVATAR!
A blogger said I looked too fat,
Now what did she mean by that…
My blogging thumbnail,
Seven years in the pale
Says nothing on how I’m now sat! 🙂
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Technology challenges real
Prevent more recent reveal…
Film undeveloped
And selfies untaken,
The S.L.R. camera
Takes concentration,
With nothing new
To print I’m in trouble;
If she wants “me” current
I’ll make a plan on the double!
–Jonathan Caswell
SWEET SCENE
Confectioner’s sugary frost,
Trees and bushes glossed…
Roads are wet–
No freezing yet–
A weather change these delights cost.
–Jonathan Caswell
HOLIDAY HAIKU
Temperature jumps,
“Cold season” drips and sneezes…
Economic boosts!
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Thanksgiving over,
Turkey soup with lots of fat…
Should have known better!
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Black Friday turned week,
Jingle makers sing their songs…
Santa’s tandom sleigh!
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Sun shines on our tree,
Ads run for all charities…
God’s Gift…is coming!
–Jonathan Caswell
TWO FEET ON THE GROUND
His imagination
Dwells on human situation…
Reading other tomes
Rarely leaving home,
Suffices for a science fascination.
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Enjoyed watching Doctor Carl Sagan,
Who brought home cosmology’s bacon…
He’s now dead and gone
But his programs go on,
With his human-logic operations.
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Pretty pictures, far out theories,
Just right for a P.B.S. series…
All this theory
Makes the eyes bleary,
Too much sensationalism wearies!
–Jonathan Caswell
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MULTIPLE TIME PERIODS
During his train buying spree,
He split into eras, two or three…
Steam, diesel-electric,
Both selected
Not just for tourism–you’ll see!
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With all the wonder transpired,
His layout hasn’t been wired…
With this good stuff
Someone called his bluff,
Hot coals underneath him were fired.
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Abrasives, bread and coal,
Join plastics, soda , on the roll…
Water treatment too
And textiles run through,
To keep his N scale trains full.
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Alternative energy
From woodchips, fly ash, groceries…
Vie with tourist trains
For space on the main,
But the branch line is pure fantasy!
–Jonathan Caswell
OCTOBER HAIKU
Favorite season,
Colors from life on display…
Hidden until now.
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Birth and death at once,
Mine and that of my Mother…
Sorrow leaves fall down!
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Orange and green, both,
Barrenness not yet in view…
Hopeful transitions!
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October people
Balancing light and darkness…
Creating wonder!
😀
–Jonathan Caswell
IN LIKE A WET BLANKET
October’s misty rain
Strikes a common refrain…
Camera lens fog
Like a myopic frog,
Makes surveillance a pain!*
–Jonathan Caswell
* The Poet is a Security Officer with responsibilities that include monitoring of an industrial facility via C.C.T.V.
WARDROBE MALFUNCTIONS
Malfunctions are not just for stars,
Hot women with piercings in bras…
Much more mundane
Are those less acclaimed,
We shudder at ours!
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The man, all ready for work,
Was startled to feel warm spurts…
Th’leg bag disconnected
And thus redirected,
His efforts to change pants and shirt.
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Showing bra straps be style,
‘Though I’ve not seen them awhile…
Dressing in layers
Of string straps displaying
Themselves bring bare shoulder smiles!
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Went two days with no socks,
My feet went through bloody shocks…
Tore off toe skin
With mincemeat within,
My doctor’ll put me in the stocks.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 