Category Archives: a goose’s viewpoint

HE LIKES THEM SPIRITED

He likes a spirited gal,

Who won’t be banal…

Who gives a talk

When he tries to walk,

On the wrong side of the canal!

Besides…his wife,

He’d like to keep them for life…

But he does know

Each one will go,

Someday to live her life!

Some who correct push away,

He’s sorry to see that day…

He’ll behave

Not like a knave,

Doesn’t want to be pushed away.

–J.E.C.

(A Note on these initials:  Everybody knows who I am…it’s just a thin veneer to distance the author just a little from what may seem like a personal poem!  In many respects…most of my poetry is “personal”.)

DEPENDING ON SOMEONE

Depending on someone is scary,

A fact of which he’s wary…

He helps other too

But when they help you,

One is apt to be contrary!

Ego put aside,

Won’t go because of pride…

Accepting help

You feel like a whelp,

With yourself…how can you abide?

Reason says it’s needed,

Reason–not emotion–heeded…

Much better that way,

Your help will stay,

Rather then have patience superceded!

–Jonathan Caswell

LAST MINUTE CHARLIES!

They’re always last minute it seems,

Run out of time-keeping schemes…

Surrendered to fate

Of being late,

With little encouraging means!

–J.E.C.

STAND BACK OR YOU’RE GOING TO GET IT IN THE FACE!

Wisdom would suggest,

Being well back from the mess…

Videos are rife

With folks risking life,

And limb for not thinking the best!

–J.E.C.

INCOMING…! (SNOW?)

Lines cross the CCTV

What kind can it be…

All looks the same

Whether snow or rain,

I’ll have to go out and see!

–J.E.C.

TIDYING UP…TANKA POETRY

Cleaners soon exit

Spic and span is everywhere

Quickly vacuumed rugs:

The minimum is easy

When you have only three hours!

–Jonathan Caswell

Reminder:

Tanka poetry consists of ….5-7-5-7-7 syllables in each line.

THE DIABETIC DRAG!

Come see this hashtag,

The diabetic drag…

A guy ignores

Blood sugar chores,

Until the body bag!

Seeing it as a hassle,

He’ll often barely wrastle…

Responsibility

His loved ones see,

About which he cares not a passel!

This problem with his brain,

Diabetes affects the sane…

Sugar bath lowered

His brain wants more,

Fights against any blood sugar drain!

It figures that men,

Are hardest to rein in again…

Independence, Pride,

Churn deep inside

We expect others to attend (to us).

–Jonathan Caswell

(Who also is a Type 2 diabetic…and struggles!)

EYES OPENED YET WIDER!

His eyes opened to truth,

He saw, alack and forsooth…

Eyes for detail

Left them in travail,

He was being, in fact, uncouth!

He wasn’t “on the hunt”

But ladies took the brunt…

Of comments sexual

Not contextual

But taken by them as an affront.

Compliments aren’t always,

Women are security-based…

Sensitivity

Is necessary

In not appearing sex-crazed!

(And my apologies to all I have offended!)

–Jonathan Caswell

ADIRONDACK HIGH (With apologies to the late John Denver.)

Adirondack highs,

Where wonders meet the eyes…

Peaks remain

some folks complain,

To get there takes a long drive!

Once there we stay at Joe’s,

Her brother in lumberjack clothes…

Sodom, Minerva,

North Creek to be sure-ah,

Despite her childhood she goes.

Once we get there–okay,

But by car or bus, it’s all day…

Barely turn around

And we’re outward bound,

Never more than a week have we stayed.

–Jonathan Caswell

AND THE MIST THINS A LITTLE…

At fifty minutes past eight,

The guard could see the gate…

Formerly hid

By a fog lid,

This fog does obfuscate!

He was hoping no delivery

Came through the water droplet sea…

Fouling his mission

That limited vision,

Of what the camera’s wide iris could see.

No fog horn had blown,

The guard was on his own…

without audience

It didn’t make sense,

Simulating a fog horn’s moan!

–Jonathan Caswell