IN THE TRANCE OF A BELLY DANCE
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Intent on her belly dance,
The crowd of men entranced…
Her hip swing great
Mezmerizing breast shake,
All were feeding from her hands!
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The tinkle bells jingled along
As the record player blared a song…
Exotic and sweet
Padding of feet,
Dome wags tried dancing along.
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At the end of her show, eyes runny,
Men filled her bra with money…
Not all would stay in,
They made out like Flynn
Their day in the park turned out sunny.
–Jonathan Caswell
AN ANCIENT TONGUE
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Natasha came by with a smile
To say something to me (a trial-???)…
It was all right:
A Celtic “good night,”
I forgot how to say it but smiled.
–Jonathan Caswell
MORE THAN A MERMAID
(WARNING—ADULT MATERIAL)
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As King David had Abishag,*
He wants a warm sleeping bag…
Some young beauty
For personal duty,
Who won’t leave him holding the bag!
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He claims that he’ll be good,
Being unable for wood…
Being able to touch
Would mean so much,
Both ways be it understood.
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He’s long past suitable age
To have desires uncaged…
His late night scheme
Is but a dream
Which no one will be willingly engaged!
–Jonathan Caswell
*Abishag…a beautiful young woman selected to provide personal care to the aging King David and to keep him warm at night, Reportedly, he and she were not intimate with each other. 1st Kings 1:1-4.
SIMPLE SEWING SAYS
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My wife often will say
She’d make that dress right away…
If her sewing machine
Were set up, she means,
And I’ll softly “okay.”
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I seem inadequate
Her wishes to do and get…
Things ready for her
to begin the whir
And start in with a project.
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I wish someone else would come,
Getting the machine to hum…
So she can start
Without this old fart
Continuing to be a bum!
–Jonathan Caswell
MANY BOOKS…!
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Of many books there’s no end,
So why publish my friend…
Poem distribution
Via the Word Press institution
Goes world-wide—less spent!
–Jonathan Caswell
(an update on Solomon!)
SCHEDULED NAP
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The coffee’s burbling merrily–
The maker’s aroma good…
I should get back to a nap
Continue sawing wood.
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I’ve been up since the crack of dawn
Fingering my keyboard…
I’m stifling a huge yawn,
Today has its reward.
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Excuse me while I slip away
For an early-mid morning nap…
It’s a wonder how these early days
Can a poet’s energy sap!
–Jonathan Caswell
(P.S.—I’m not among the idle rich—I work a late second shift!)
SECRET SINS
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Addictions that hide
For which hell’s gates open wide
Cut families off:
What is hidden cannot heal
‘Tis painful when it’s revealed!
–Jonathan Caswell
MY PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS
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He heard I knew one of his
Church members vis-a-vis…
My time in Rehab==
Decided to grab
An invite he knew I’d miss.
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My prejudice against him
Are assumptins he thinks I work in…
Or are they true?
Upon review,
Similar to what I hold against him?
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His woeking of the Spirit autocratic,
Where no one else better attack it…
I claim an open mind
But when honest find,
Some ideas aren’t automatic!
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I think I’m more mature than him,
As a matter of observing, not whim…
A simpler faith
He sticks to it straight,
Pefrforming with an energetic vim1
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He and I in our respective “kinds”
Have some poor experience in mind…
Where both were hurt
By the other hair-shirt*,
Which experiences put me in a bind.
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I barely get to my own church now,
So I’m expected to go to his somehow…?
Although a change
Might rearrange
An attitude better than now.
–Jonathan Caswell
HAIR BRAIDING MASTERY
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Ukrainian girl next door
Would braid her blonde hair for…
Special occasions
And various reasons,
Her braids easy to adore.
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My wife tried to teach me basics,
I know I’m not the greatest…
Can’t keep them tight
To come out right,
I’m no good–I just better face it!
–Jonathan Caswell
MONTH OF MAY PLEASURES
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Last night I spied a deer
Up the driveway, not near,
Roaming the grounds,
Looked me up and down
And went off without fear!
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Lilac flower’s perfume
My nostrils gladly consume…
Delicate breeze
Without a sneeze,
Morning, night and afternoon
.–Jonathan Caswell
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By the Mighty Mumford 