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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.

Gender matters to him,

Especially if women…

They’re the kind

He most has in mind,

Do they mind if he tiptoes in?

–Jonathan Caswell




His wife and he together

Work out emotional weather…


Is better than some,

But still needs some good old shoe leather!

He’s not very easy to move,

She knows a shove is behooved…

Once she’s on her way

Inertia will play

To get him into the groove.

He taught her to fight back

To his anger–she has the knack…

To talk sense

To the sometimes dense,

Getting them both back on track!

It’s so much nicer when done,

His eyes are “better” but none…

Too skilled estimating

Spacial integrating

As well as his beloved one.

They’ve learned when to talk,

Focussing on steps to walk…

Away from threats

And toward safe bets,

So no one their failures can gawk.


–Jonathan Caswell





(Yeeesss–a play on the movie title, “A Bridge Too Far”!)

He recently overheard talk

About the “other side”

Of a woman he had once adored…

For whom he’d have cheated or lied.

To him, she became a goddess,

Like a warrior princess of ould…

Infatuation-Lust with a capital “L”,

Fear kept him from being too bold.

This half-working man and the full-woman “she-wolf”

Saw each other most days…

Hook-line-and-sinker with loyalty

He ALWAYS found her praised.

She didn’t need another,

She kept a boyfriend on the side…

Had divorced a husband not MAN enough

To be so in her eyes.

She caught  on to his attachment

And the fevered fervor within…

The same personal details openly mentioned

Became daggers to plunge in.

Caught and completely sold out,

He staggered from his pain…

He knew that it would have to come—

This goading to force him into shame.

That full-bodied she-wolf and the half-working man

Both had their own loves to keep…

Yet still for years of recov’ry there-from,

For her memory he’d easily weep!

–Jonathan Caswell