HOLIDAY OVERDRIVE

Recently our Lobby

Went into overdrive…

All sorts of decorations

On which our mem’ries thrive;

Pictures packaged up like gifts

Hanging all around,

Piped-in music from ceiling

Speakers’ Christmas sound!

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–J.E.C.

BLIZZARDS SHOULD BE SCARED!

Like scary tribal masks

to make bad spirits run…

This Jordan spreader

Tries to look like one!

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As much to entertain folk

Who past by it in summer…

Who wonder what that thing is,

Does it run–if not, that’s a bummer!

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A wedge plow I know has been

Fitted with a painted shark’s grin…

The museum that

Has it may chat,

But it’s snow plowing days will end!

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–J.E.C.

DYING TO HEAL

He felt in himself the dying flames

Coming out of his sin morass…

Readily feeling pain of renewal

Knowing “this too will pass.”

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Like a phoenix flaring up

Plunged into cold and annealed…

He must go through the process sure

To find his prospects healed.

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Burned by self-lust,

  Warming unto his soul…

Yet corrupting

Punching in him a hole.

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Cleaning out Readers a part

Of reclaiming one’s heart….

Unto righteousness

From emptiness,

That deadly a la cart!

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–Jonathan Caswell

AURA OF EARLY AUTUMN

Early morning drive through

Arches green and gold…

Sunlight streaming branches  onto

Spattered asphalt road.

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Zebra stripes of light and dark

Along a country way…

Glowing colors show themselves

Softened in array.

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Evergreens counterpoint

Changing color trees…

Driving along  bejeweled lanes

Putting one at ease!

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–Jonathan Caswell

ONE LOOK MORE?

Black-Eyed Susans form a carpet

Where giants may want to fall…

Thee neighbor’s in her bikini

And we want to picture it all!

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We promise we won’t molest her,

Just take a good picture and run…

She can’t really catch us in flip-flops

We’ve got a few more pictures to run!

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If boyfriends want some copies

It’s going to take some cash…

We’d give her a free one

But they need a lesson in mass!

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–J.E.C.

AWAY FROM THE SUNSET

Flying away from the sunset’s

Pink and purple,  light blue…

Hurtling into  darkness,

Thinking of what he must do.

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Toward eventual sunrise,

Determined to save a soul…

When in rush hour traffic

To exit he finds…a hole!

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Gathering darkness swirls,

He sees the tail lights beyond…

Reaching his destination

The quiet woods surround!

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–Jonathan Caswell

A WOMAN LIKE HER

Someone nice to talk with

Who knows (she does!) the  score…

Being sympathetic

Not thinking this a chore;

Someone nice to look at

Who is stern when she must…

Someone who knows  a little more–

This woman a fellow can trust!

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It’s somehow comforting

Being reminded of certain things…

She knows he’s bright–

There is no slight–

Just practical caring on wings!

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–Jonathan Caswell

Poem dedicated to “Joanne”.

SABINA

Covering for Zia my friend

I had a pleasant surprise…

Heard the sound of a familiar voice

Looking into Sabina’s eyes.

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The sister of Ziggy P,

She’d been away a long while…

Was helping her brother out with his work

Rejoicing to view her smile.

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We updated each other,

I gave her some poetry..

We watched the same Christian network

And the same preachers on TV.

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Her daughter is older and walking,

I told her news of my wife…

We spent a little more time talking

Then each got on with their life.

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We’ll see each other now and again,

When she comes to fill in…

I’ll always have a smile to give

Seeing this long-time friend!

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–Jonathan Caswell

STUBBORNNESS HAS A PRICE

STUBBORNNESS HAS A PRICE!

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 Getting  pricker bush scratch,es

Mounting mulch mountains when dark…

Rapping at windows with cane  heads,

None of these things for a lark!

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Stubbornly waited till midnight

Forgetfulness rectified…

Could have happened in daylight

without adventure supplied!

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Choosing  no delay

When first it was realized…

Made the man pay

With no benefit if a moon rise!

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–Jonathan Caswell

(UNTITLED)

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Rolling past in spectral clouds

Mist comes rolling in…

Forming curtained funeral shrouds

We see little then!

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Hush on empty city streets,

Eerie streetlight glow…

Monsters will not come tonight–

The mist will surely know.

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Up from wetland meadows,

And streams hidden by concrete…

Moist air hits colder pockets

And  mist formation’s complete.

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Romantic thoughts of eerie beings

Visiting virgins rare…

Put that up to engaging books

And strolls in misty night air!

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–Jonathan Caswell