Monthly Archives: October 2012

MY “STRAWBERRY” IS A BLONDE

MY “STRAWBERRY” IS A BLONDE

My “strawberry” is a blonde,

Of whom I am so fond….

I got in the photo

Near full-length (total),

With a smile she was willing to respond.

She dyed her hair red for the summer,

It’s all gone now—bummer—

But it’s her hair,

Looks nice right there…

Even though a blonde, she’s a drummer!

We talk and smile back and forth…

She knows I’m joking, of course,

But she really is neat

And ever so sweet,

A lovely and capable force.

The best thing—she likes poetry—

The kind I write, especially,

It’s nice to be adored (?)

For the word I put forward…

Seeing her always pleases me!

—Jonathan Caswell

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A CONSERVATIVE’S NIGHTMARE

A CONSERVATIVE’S NIGHTMARE

You’d think, the way some people talk,

Liberals are bug-a-boos…

They’re like the rug mites in a rug

Fighting those vacuum blues.

i need to find a Liberal or Conservative cartoon

That isn’t full of hate…

Looking at the arguments on Facebook,

THAT would be something to celebrate!

I sure hope,

When this election is through…

That we can all pull together

And, yes, that means you!

—Jonathan Caswell

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TWO OR THREE A LIFETIME

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TWO OR THREE A LIFETIME

Two or three a lifetime,

One finds friends who will stick…

Closer than a brother

Whether you’re well or sick.

Closer than a brother,

Standing with you there…

Praise God for friends, how few they are,

When they show how much they care.

—Jonathan Caswell

THE TWO AGREED!

THE TWO AGREED!

 

Political opponents agreed to stand down,

Presidential and Senatorial (in Mass.)…

Because of Sandy’s destructive power

Opponents agree at last

The special happenstance may not last long,

Liz Warren wants to attack…

And get her final debate licks in

And get her poll lead back.

Obama got to appear Presidential,

While Romney drummed up relief support…

Senator Brown did some battening down

And Warren held the fort.

 

—Jonathan Caswell

 

STAR POWER

STAR POWER

 

His wife has her favorite actors,

While actresses are his thing…

Sometimes they agree on who is key

While other times arguments ring.

When seeing older programs

His heart may flutter until…

He realizes those ladies,

Are older than him, still!

She seems to have a handle

On which actors she was sweet on…

But she realizes the difference,

Of memories of which she is fond.

He’s reticent in listing

All of the girls he found nice…

He got so many refusals,

That he almost never asked twice.

Certain memories kept to himself

He may never share…

Those are the most embarrassing,

That won’t be openly aired.

They sit and watch old movies

And TV shows for hours…

They each have their favorite persons,

Now wilted and gone like flowers.

 

—A (mostly) fictional tale by Jonathan Caswell

 

 

POTENTIAL SHUTTERBUG

POTENTIAL SHUTTERBUG

 

The man had an eye for figures

And faces that he might frame…

But women around him were wary

Because of his actions inane.

He always signalled so far ahead

He was coming in for the kill…

That many beauties up and fled,

Rather than submit to his thrill.

The guy never got a cell phone,

Nor less, a camera within…

Look out all you lovely ladies

When he finally does give in!

 

—Jonathan Caswell