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Forecast warm, sunny,
Workplace: energized hub-bub…
Hallways empty fast!
–Jonathan Caswell
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NO DIFFERENT “DOWN EAST”
NO DIFFERENT “DOWN EAST”
We’d like to visit Maine,
But now it’s much the same…
Melting snow piles
And weary smiles
Waiting for springtime plain.
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Like us they’re tired
Alternately wired…
By long hours
Fighting snow showers
Paying the extra plows hired.
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Nearly out of salt
To keep up the lively assault…
Snow-covered roads,
Icy ones goad
Town employees to help out.
–Jonathan Caswell
IT’S MARCH, ALREADY!
IT’S MARCH, ALREADY!
Ice melt dripping from eaves,
The warm-up giving reprieves…
To snow laden roofs
Whose strength many proofs
Apparent in designs conceived.
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Bedraggled bushes appear,
‘Though snow banks still come to “here”…
Once eight foot–now six–
Out in the “sticks”
Trees shelter snow cover, my dear.
–Jonathan Caswell
HIGH WHITE WALLS
HIGH WHITE WALLS
Frigid mountains window-high
Leave the view of only sky…
One consolation,
Extra insulation,
For the apartments nearby.
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Winter’s blizzard blow
Piled great mountains of snow…
Partial proof
Of snow from the roof,
So fear of collapse would go!
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Wind buffing snow pile tops bare,
All that snow be somewhere…
Look in he lees
After the breeze–
Great need for road plowing out there.
–Jonathan Caswell
LITTLE DOG DRIPPING
LITTLE DOG DRIPPING
Fashionable sweater athwart,
A miniature stalwart…
Dripping snow melt
Loving hands felt,
While he was leaning to port.
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Coming in from outside,
Braving a snowfall tide…
Leaving a mark
Out where cars park
And quickly returning inside!
–Jonathan Caswell
COMES WITH THE TERRITORY
COMES WITH THE TERRITORY
(Thankfully–not this time!)
Blizzard conditions
Contribute to rising suspicions…
Of power loss,
Such is the cost
Of New England locations!
–Jonathan Caswell
HEALING FOR WITHIN
HEALING FOR WITHIN
Roe vs, Wade this year,
With nary a mention or tear…
Pagan presses
Ignoring messes
That they, in part, steered.
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Only folks who care
Assert forgiveness is near…
Abortions done
Still have One
Who cleanses the inner fear.
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When Christ comes in the air
Taking us home, also there…
Aborted souls waiting
And anticipating
Forgiving that fatal tear.*
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Healing comes to within
Acknowledging confessing sin…
Take advantage of
Redeeming Love,
Don’t let the uncaring man win.
–Jonathan Caswell
* the fatal tear(-ing away of life)…forgiveness of the momma who aborted her child, BY THE CHILD SO ABORTED, is an idea expressed by this week’s TV broadcasts of THE GOSPEL TRUTH program with Andrew Womack–which included an interview with a woman who was the survivor of an attempted abortion by her mother. See http://www.awmi.net.
THE GREAT AMERICAN “IF”
THE GREAT AMERICAN “IF”
You’ve seen them on TV,
Sales pitches made legally…
“IF” this were true
We’ll sell this to you
In spite of reality.
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Antennas for digital broadcasts,
Outside of cable–in the past?
I heard they’re scrambled
Yet the guy’s ambled
Up, selling his antennas fast!
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It’s that old legendary
Yankee trader: Â be wary…
Nutmegs from trees
So buy these, please,
(Only wood–that offer is scary)!
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Are these antennas any good?
The simulated picture would…
Suggest that it’s so
But I don’t know,
If the signals are scrambled…what would?
–Jonathan Caswell
PALM TREES, ANYONE?
PALM TREES, ANYONE?
This Christmas promises green,
Little snow left to be seen…
Just heavy rains
To plug street drains,
Maybe Santa will get muddy jeans?
–Jonathan Caswell
CHRISTMAS READY
CHRISTMAS READY
What is it–two more weeks?
To finish the list that one seeks…
But who seeks Christ
In the Stable of Lights,
Instead of a riotous feast?
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Abandoned Christian rites,
By those seeking other sights…
Has the Babe gone pagan,
Replaced by a flagon
Of mead…duly spiced?
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Those of us with faith,
Can we say our souls are safe…
Little preparation
Receiving salvation,
From the One virgin gestation?
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Two weeks to receive our King
Let Heaven and earth ring…
In the hearts of His people
Under every steeple,
And whomever in which Christ’s joy might spring!
–Jonathan Caswell
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