Tag Archives: security desk

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!”

“DON’T TOUCH THAT”

Sitting as in a glass case,

People passing at a fast pace…

One wants to cry

And catch their eye,

But that is not his place!

Some people deliberately run,

For guards that isn’t much fun…

Some prefer to fly

Without saying “hi”

Or call you “General,” on the run!

Of course there are one or two

To whom you’d like to get to…

They may smile

Once in a while

But they’re the ones you shut up and stew.

–Jonathan Caswell

THAT CORNER OFFICE

THAT CORNER OFFICE

I’d like a corner office

With windows all around…

To keep an eye on all my mates,

To hear those working sounds.

I’d like to have a window

Or two, looking outside…

Where I can gaze out through the haze

And see the swelling tide.

I actually have an office

In a corner with windows…

Security desks view the best,

As everybody knows!

–Jonathan Caswell

GUARD SHACK

GUARD SHACK

A desk inside is what we got,

But the label is still “Guard shack”…

And that’s outside  near the back gate..

Where extra stuff is packed.

Security has had a desk

For as long as I’ve been here…

When something addressed “Guard shack”,

On this desk will appear.

Folks must need something stable  for

This world of changing fact….

Why not call Security

Desk the old Guard shack?

–Jonathan Caswell

CERTAIN SMILES

CERTAIN SMILES

 

Sitting at Security watching the folks go by

Ready to accept any smiles given on the fly,

When favorites known to me

Bless by their pleasantries,

Gratitude keeps my spirits high.

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION…!

IN AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION…!

 

In an undisclosed location

Works a Guard all alone….

Making sure

That on his tour,

All doors are rammed home.

His senses are heightened

As the work load is lightened…

It’s bound to stay

A long night’s way

Until each bolt is tightened.

With no one on the floor,

Just the desk, he’s done before…

This evening’s split

So another will get

Enough hours and the final tour.

But for the rest of the week,

Eight hours at the desk will tweak…

Labor cost down

So the client’s found,

But the little guy accepts it meek.

Can’t write all poetry,

With limits to creativity….

Need to bring a book,

With frequent looks

At all places with the CCTV!

 

–Jonathan Caswell