SHE GOT HIM BACK TODAY!
His wife was overjoyed
To see him take his medicine…
He was getting so tense,
If she spoke, she’d never win.
–
She’s glad to have her husband back,
A pleasure to have around…
When he gets all his medicine
She’s the happiest girl in town.
–Jonathan Caswell
MONDAY MORNING, HOT AND WARM
Started cool but now is hot,
Woke up aching in a certain spot…
Colored his mood to a smouldering red,
Any chance of happiness that morning was dead.
–
Groused at his mate being herself,
Cross At Cable demanding wealth…
Got medicine more-or-less on time
But snapped at any painful whine.
–
Maybe this lad will settle right
If he gets a hold of himself by night….
Won’t get loving if he’s still so,
Vicious cycle, here we go!
–Jonathan Caswell
FRIENDSHIP’S PRICE*
I say there’s a price for friendship,
It often will be in disguise…
Dealing with inconvenience
It hits between the eyes.
–
Perhaps at the worst moment
One’s friend may arrive and say…
Could you please cover my hours,
My family’s come from far away!
–
Of course, it is inconvenient,
But he’s done similarly…
When you were in trouble
He helped you out of the tree.
–
So now my friend has things settled,
In a moment he’s coming back…
One learns to be suitably mettled
With a certain amount of tact!
–Jonathan Caswell
* A real-life example of Luke 11: 5-8…the Parable of the Late Night Friend.
GALATIANS 6:1…APPLIED TO POETRY
(A Poetic Opinion)
Gently and gently one tries
To open up their eyes…
To ways to improve
Poems that move,
But could be skillfully apprised.
–
Bad poetry is not a sin,
‘Though publishers may chuck it in…
To a waste basket
With no way to mask it,
Poets take it on the chin!
–
This Mutual Admiration Society,
Word Press, allows variety…
Of views and skills
According to wills,
Within a certain propriety.
–
If you ask, I’ll give an opinion,
Without seeking dominion…
Over what you do–
That is up to you–
For some, it cuts like obsidian.
–
A few of us seem fools
To meddle with others’ tools…
Well-meant remarks
Oft produce sparks,
I guess they violate the rules!
–Jonathan Caswell
CONCEALED
The latest thing to ogle
Is concealed weaponry…
It’s normal for a man,
It’s the women we would see!
–
All kinds of new products,
To help her self-defend…
Designs of femininity
Adjusted to current trends.
–Jonathan Caswell
A “HOME” VISITATION
People say we can’t go there
For rarely it’s the same….
Changes from then to now may scare,
Even to changing a name.
–
I got to visit my old site
Where I had a leadership role…
The little switcher may be gone
But the power plant still burns coal.
–
The gatehouse on the back side of things
Has moved a long way back…
A hundred feet or less from
The silent railroad track.
–
The thing I hated worst ’bout the job
Was being rather restrained….
I had to radio “Unit Seven”
For my bladder to be drained.
–
And if I had to go more than once
A shift, it seemed like imposition…
To the Mobile Unit covering
Almost like an Inquisition.
–
Maybe I was too sensitive,
Wanting to please as well…
Middle management who lied to us
On the account…were too cheap to tell:
That soon enough we’d lose the account,
No matter how well we did…
But now I’ve come back in a different role
And they seem happy that I did.
–Jonathan Caswell
VANISHING POINT
At what point in this picture
Does a rail enthusiast vanish…
With coal dust in his hair
And skin rather tannish.
–
Mostly men–but women, too,
Disappear at any time…
Rail enthusiasts live out
Both reason and rhyme!
–Jonathan Caswell
Photo by Adrian Brodie, May 22, 2014, at Didcot Railway Centre (UK)…Entitled “Inside The Shed”…posted June 18, 2014 at http://greatrails.net/
NO SPOONS…BUT
He ate his strawberry shortcake
And licked his fingers well…
Fingers were made before forks,
He proved that–without spill!!!
–Jonathan Caswell
RIVALS FOR A FAMILY CREST
“Put up your Dukes…and Duchesses,”
The heraldry man replied…
“Make my day in a special way
If you ‘ve got enough inside!”
–
His rival stared coldly as
He unrolled a lineage great…
“I raise you two Earls close to the King,”
He said, “You old reprobate.”
–
The two shouted back and forth
With feverish outcry…
About to become a Donnybrook,
When the King just happened by.
–
He watched the two arguing
Each one his point by force…
He quietly turned to both:
“The crest is mine, of course!”
–Jonathan Caswell
PRAYER FOR TARGETS
Sitting in the bathroom
Reading from God’s word…
The mind wanders to regret
Of past mistakes interred.
–
Times where one’s mind did slip
Into self-righteousness…
Not being careful where I was,
Stepping into what kind of mess !
–
Stories of pastors whose
Lives became fraught
By indiscretions,
Especially when caught.
–
And those few major media mates
Who wouldn’t knuckle under…
Found themselves pariahs,
Empires torn asunder.
–
Laughing stock of laughing-stock,
It still brings a shiver…
So-called giants of the Lord
Sent up the river!
–
Knowing what a target feels
In my own small way…
I urge all under the Lord,
To for leadership pray.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 