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(From the Postman-Poet, “COACH”)

When you first said, “Hello,” I was not sure–

For I had not seen anything like them before.

The sparkle, the shine–

Could I be losing my mind?

I thought I could read them like a book–

They had that exotic “Come hither” look.

But your decorum and mannerisms belied this theory–

So I was left once again to ponder till weary.

But, alas I turned to that place known as my heart–

And it was there I was told where to look for a start.

So I looked up toward the sky–

And I could now see why.

They sparkle, they shine–

They totally blow my mind.

They were a gift to you from up above–

And delivered to you by a snow-white dove.

Now I can enjoy them as all others do–

Those remarkable windows that make you, you.

Now somehow this world is a much sweeter place–

For the windows to your soul have stated their case.

If the innocence of you knows not of what I speak–

It is your gorgeous eyes I will forever seek.

They sparkle, they shine–

They totally blow my mind.

And if you are wondering why it took me years to tell–

It is only now I see them clear as a bell.


* The pseudonym given by a Post Office worker who picks up an out-going mail basket 4-5 times a week from the company where I work 2nd shift as Security.  Some of his work has been used in the local schools to teach English literature and creative writing.  And no, I don’t know his real name.  🙂



In the midst of an old man’s fantasy

About a young girl he adored…

He realized, woe is me,

What if her innocence were ignored?

An elder or a younger man,

With evil on the mind…

Could take her as a mere trophy

Then cast the wreckage behind!

He began to pray unto his Lord

Sincere and fervently…

To keep his adored from such pain,

At least ’til maturity.

Too many young ones taken

By evil men for lust,

Are broken down and lose their souls…

Betrayed by unknowing trust.

The innocence of childhood

In a body that looks adult…

Still needs to be protected,

Not cheated by craft and guilt.

He enjoyed the innocent laughter

That the young woman produced…

Ashamed of his own thoughts after,

How he wished she was ne’er seduced

To give up what and whom she was,

For a single time of loss…

Until the time she could willingly

Love a man who was worth the cost!

He had no daughters, neither sons,

But he felt a burden true…

Praying to protect the innocent ones

Including perhaps you, too.

–Jonathan Caswell




At work I have a problem,

If I don’t check levels of Safe Search…

The things I get an eyeful of

Aren’t the kind of things to show in church!

At work, YAHOO and M.S.N.,

Block anything faintly untoward…

But Google and such don’t block much

One’s caution should have its reward.

I innocently search for things that at home

Would come up with pictures “okay,”

Unless at work I check Search levels…

Any innocence is blown away!


—Jonathan Caswell

(Found at Google Images)