Category Archives: throwing the rules away

FINAL (?) COMMENTS ON A “GRIFFIN”

A mythical griffin is true

To its nature blue…

Made of rock–

Sturdy stock=–

It never  no never boo-hoos!

Unlike the “comedienne,

Who’s turned herself into “victim”…

Self responsibility

Is unconscionably,

Denied by her or him!

Now a lawyer she seeks,

Someone else must pay her lost “ekes”

She did the act–

No one “made her”, in fact–

Most of us see through her pitiful squeaks!

It’s time for this child to grow up,

As one wag said–MAN UP!…

You’ve gone too far

With behavior bizarre,

With morals you’ve proven corrupt.

(An opinion post! )

-Jonathan Caswell

HAREM SCARE’EM AND ME!

HAREM SCARE ‘EM AND ME !

(To the tune of “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”…A SONG)

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!

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.

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!

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!

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.

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!

–Jonathan Caswell

HE’S MAKING IT PERSONAL

HE’S MAKING IT PERSONAL

(Political and religious opinion  piece)

Today’s “ISRAEL NOW NEWS”

Reported our President’s views…

Unhidden by slant

We hear his rant

Denying survival rights to Jews.

His “white boy”–namely Biden,

Put on notice the Jews he was riding…

To look to Israel

To find survival,

No longer by America’s deciding.

Presidents flipping birds

To Israeli leader’s words…

Immaturity

And absurdity

Like little boys flipping dog turds!

–Jonathan Caswell

STIR NOT UP LOVE OUT OF ITS TIME

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.

Sing and dance while you’re young,

Older folks, more foolishly done…

Appointed seasons

Make good reasons

Accepting you are also-run!

Pressure without outlet

Just how stupid we get…

Romance out of time

Invites inner grime

When we are told, “NYET!”.

–Jonathan Caswell

WHY EVEN MENTION IT?

WHY EVEN MENTION IT?

He saw it happening again,

Desiring more than a friend…

Resisting that pull

To pull the wool

Over his eyes and pretend.

At least once a year he goes,

into these attraction throes…

Always one-way

He dare not stay

Too close to a prospective rose.

Happens so often he

Knows eventually…

The “old nature”

Legislature

Votes for a juicy affaire!

“Resistance is futile,” some say,

But rather just walk away…

Run if you must

From growing lust,

Be true to your beloved night and day.

–Jonathan Caswell

(christianity.com)

CREATIVE COMBINATIONS (FROM A DREAM?)

CREATIVE COMBINATIONS

(From A dream?)

One against three or two,

How does one know what to do…

A fevered pitch

Drops a stitch,

One less working–boo-hoo!

Several combine as one,

Knowing by heart what’s done…

Sounds like a breeze,

Becomes a tight squeeze

When the word race is won.

Not sure what to do?

Will set things up for you!

Summon a meme,

Float that trireme*

Just when you’re feeling blue!

–Jonathan Caswell

* A trireme…afloat!

(http://academic,brooklyn.cuny,edu/classic/)

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.

ON THE RECEIVING END,

by Jonathan Caswell

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.  🙂

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!

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)

REHAB RUMINATIONS

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

(Various related issues of interest)

THE END OF THE MATTER?

THE “ELITIST” POET

THE “ELITIST” POET

(An opinion piece)

He feels so very troubled

When “poets” come out to play…

Labeling work a certain style

And throwing the rules away!

Ten-to-twelve verses

Are not your normal haiku…

Limericks done however one wants

Are “fun” but really P-U.

Neither of these have more than one verse,

And rhythms  very exact…

The learning curves really aren’t that steep

To torture us with your slack!

–Jonathan Caswell