He calls himself “fashion poet”,
One or two others know it…
In pursuits
Avoiding lawsuits,
He certainly doesn’t want to blow it!
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Him being man and all,
Must carefully judge his call…
With less passion
Than stereotypical fashion,
Not being the Beast at the ball.
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Gender matters to him,
Especially if women…
They’re the kind
He most has in mind,
Do they mind if he tiptoes in?
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–Jonathan Caswell
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
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
By the Mighty Mumford 