Skirting ordinary fabric,
Designers look for the new…
Can we bend sheet rubber
Or muslin sheets redo?
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Often for interesting patterns
Not on normal cloth…
Or a texture’s uniqueness,
Shiny, rough or both!
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Skirt materials vary,
To cover what’s underneath…
Whatever is used should be opaque,
Giving the wearer less grief!
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–Jonathan Caswell
He’s not trying to suggest crime,
Just-how do they spend their time…?
Mystic immortal
Or flung through a portal,
Do they go through a nesting time?
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Far be it for him to flutter
innuendo and peanut butter…
Female in form
But how are they born,
Please be patient, I’m trying not to stutter!
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Fairies mature and mild,
When give opportunity…
Will they choose adult pursuits
Or Ring Around the Rosie?
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Fascinating these questions all,
A topic to discuss…
They are after all–
Just a little like us!
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–Jonathan Caswell
We humans use “Debrox”
To clean wax from our ears…
Syringing with warm water
A hearing patient cheers….
But a steam locomotive
Blasts cylinders out with steam,
Ridding excess water
And the insides nice and clean!
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–J.E.C.
*DEBROX softens accumulated ear canal wax—it’s the brand we Caswells use (no commercial endorsement necessarily implied).
A SPRITE…whispered in my ear,
Where have our people gone….
Something called “Democracy”
They claim has gone terribly wrong!
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They ignore us despite our cries,
They say the winner’s wrong…
They look at us with evil eyes
No more to sing our songs?
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They claim all the voters are
taken by a plot…
They’re not happy with the choice
that the people got?
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Even sprites and fairies know
That corruption is evil…
but will these former friends see that—
Maybe they never will!
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I guess like Puff the Dragon,
Who lived by the sea….
these spoiled children are no friends
Of folks thinking positively!
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How we miss our friends who were
filled with love who now hate…
When will they stop this foolish quest
and come to us and celebrate?
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–Jonathan Caswell
Poet and friendly to fairies in general. 😀
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There are times I’d like to be under a rock
When arrows of hate fly by…
When mobs shouting slogans are the ones being cocked
As a rapid-fire gun letting fly!
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I preach peace and understanding
Of a human as evil as they…
But if they don’t get what they want this very second
Rational people are blown away!
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Do you know the rulers who denied and ignored you
Are the very hateful ones yelling charge?
Higher-ups in the background. egging you forward
Only want their power enlarged?
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“Progressives” don’t care about your families
Your finding jobs or taking a breath
Of freedom–they desire you stay dependent
And if desired–send you to death.
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Raging at beck and call of professional handlers
Is not the way to be free…
Stop and think who you are really serving,
Will you listen to reason—MAYBE?
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I call for peace and understanding
Not hate and blind fury…
Mobs tear down walls and break into disorder,
The reasoned among you better hurry!
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On this rock I stand,
who will stand with me?
Will anyone see danger in the wind?
If no one else can vouch for a jury
Then civil rule may soon end!
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An Opinion Piece–the Scripture says, in effect, “when I am for peace, they are for war!”
WHO HERE IS REALLY FOR WAR,
OR CAN SEE THE LOOMING DANGER OF RIOTING MOBS CAUGHT UP WITH ONE IDEA—NOT CARING FOR ANYONE’S OR ANYONE ELSE?
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wake up you people.
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–Jonathan Caswell, poet with as much right to his opinion as those being encouraged to riot in the streets—or trumpet hate here!
Looking through my past posts,
Especially my writing…
I see that many stand alone
Few LIKES inviting.
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At least one recent post,
I hesitate parlaying…
To my valued friends
Because I hear what they’re already saying!
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So even if a movement of “one”
Determined and dogged be…
Perhaps some day you’ll catch my eye
And be reblogged–you’ll see!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Freedom for MY words,
Complicated by belief…
Sticks in someone’s craw
The filtering is brief.
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Yet in this place here,
We fill each other’s joy…
Speaking praising love
In all aspects employed.
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Truly I am loved
In ways not fully understood…
God gave us blogging
And declared it good!
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–Jonathan Caswell
You know those tests in therapy
Picking coins off the floor…
Somebody slow just like me
won’t do them any more.
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It wasn’t the skill of picking it up
But speed they looked for…
I did the best I could,
But in seconds never less than four!
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Chewed all nails right down to the quick,
With a quarter on the floor…
Used a paper to slide underneath
‘Cause that’s what the paper is for!
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–Jonathan Caswell
A modeler’s view of “Bakery Lane”
As on the Watertown branch…
A place underneath the road
Where trains are frequently drenched.
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This looks relatively safe
For the freight train coming through…
On the Watertown Branch line
The tracks might sink into goo!
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I think that real stretch of track
Is abandoned by now…
If Newlywed Foods -once rail served–
Needs supplies–they use semi-trailers more!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Janey’s hubby is quite a good guy,
Willing to photograph
Hundreds of “atomicredheads,”
As the blog’s photo staff.
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One gal I knew was willing to be
Photographed all of the time…
Or nearly so, to my delight,
I wish I’d not been blind!
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Verna somewhere is in someone’s eye,
Posing as cute as can be….
I hope she met the right kind of guy
Who loves her in photography!
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–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 