Category Archives: a lament

CHRISTMAS EVE–PLUS 35 MINUTES!

Roads are skating rinks,

The wife of safety thinks…

Stay home from church

And encourage,

Me in similar stakes!

So staying up to write,

At least part of this night…

Exhaustion

Will soon have won,

I’ll give up and  turn out my light!

(By the number of TYPOS, that may be soon!!!)

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

CHURCH ATTENDANCE–A HYPOTHETICAL POEM

He rarely attends now,

It’s gone and got diff’rent somehow…

He feels pushed aside

Not welcomed inside,

No one’s been direct with him, anyhow!

They used to go faithfully,

Found the spirit there strong and free…

The Pastor moved on

And a preacher took on

Things with his own personality.

With his circle of friends,

For our subject, being close to a pastor ends…

You know his pride

Didn’t like “outside”

But he wanted to attend.

Then he and his wife

Both saw ill health in life….

Comparison

With others is sin,

And churned up internal strife!

The preacher/teacher and he,

(Too much alike?) weren’t happy…

It shifted into

“An authority over you”

Which wasn’t as healthy!

Various dissatisfactions

Led to complaints and  feigned actions….

Poor communication

Led to frustration,

In mutual distraction.

So now he stays at home

Sundays, with his wife alone…

No need to go

Taken for granted so,

But he’s stuck–this was his church home.

Socially depended on her,

His wife, for communication stirred…

When she took ill

He didn’t have the will,

To see that his opening up occurred.

He’s given his life for her,

Literally as it were…

Goes it alone

Reaching out he’s done,

Elsewhere–little left at “home”.

Options to go elsewhere?

Feels bound by his wife–so there!

Decision paralyzed–

Easier to survive

By himself, ‘though few benefits to share!

A “hypothetical poem”–which means it is just a poem….!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

TIGHTENING PERSONAL SCREWS

Before this chance to play,
He happened on picture display…
Got rid of some
Had no permission from,
The rest seemed very okay!

Mostly his file contains trains,
God, and a few fashion shots remain…
ALCO pictures
He often features,
But the RS-1 model of engine reigns!

Like all other illustration,
Permission precedes dissemination…
so only a few
Christian pictures accrue,
Avoiding recriminations!

–Jonathan Caswell

JUST LIKE ITS REAL-LIFE PROTOTYPE

I’d bought a 2-8-0 steamer,

“Consolidation-type” in N scale…

I had one train circle running

And delightedly put this engine on rails!

This BOSTON AND MAINE “2-8-0”

It didn’t travel far…

Before the engine stubbed its toe

And the front wheels went ajar.

My careful but quickly laid track

Was not perfectly smooth….

And like it’s prototype,

The engine wheels hit a cross-groove!

Rough track is anathema

To models with light pilot wheels…

Even the real ones suffered

From extra tight curve squeals!

–Jonathan Caswell

POWERFUL GRIP!!!

He wasn’t going to bring,

Until his wife’s suggesting…

With no thought

His computer brought,

It proves itself addicting!

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Collecting image files,

His face fixedly smiles…

In his zeal

He skips a meal,

And that is a real surprise!

To get balanced tomorrow night,

He’ll leave the thing home that night…

We hope he’s learned

When desires burn,

It can be a difficult fight!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

THOUGHT IT WAS MONDAY…!

Worked a Saturday shift,

Got mixed up in time just a bit…

Woke up confused–

Had I over snoozed,

Had I missed a doctor’s appointment?

Went out to our living room,

TV preachers, near noon…?

Missed church–

Left them in the lurch,

They’ll have to lead their own hymn tunes!

SUNDAY–we praise our LORD–

At church or home He’s adored…

But we confused

Miss out on Good News,

Assembling to hear God’s word!

–Jonathan Caswell

Featured illustration is a picture of a church similar to one the author attends.

 

 

AN EXPLANATION–THE “BLOGGERS TO AVOID” PAGE:

In form of a poem—of course!

The page, “Bloggers to Avoid.”

A subject with which I’ve toyed…

They aren’t really bad–

Just blogs that had-

Asked me their posts to void!

I have, without asking their reason,

Complied with proper completion…

Removed their posts

As a proper host,

Using the device of deletion.

Even if you like my page,

Go see the good things they have…

Really fine

Worth your time,

It’s just me they didn’t want engaged!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

WHERE IS THAT FAIRY WORLD?

Where is the fairy world now,

In cities is it absent somehow…

Quiet forest glades

In most cities can’t be made,

Not even a mooing cow!

Cities tend toward sound,

Coming from all around…

Sound and light

Throughout any night,

Pretty hard to find fairy ground!

Perhaps in garden plots,

Common owners who believe a lot…

Putting fairy houses

In hopes that arouses,

Wee folk to give it a shot.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

THEY JUST DISAPPEARED!!!

She swallowed my comments TWICE,

I don’t think that was NICE…

One-sided talk–

The other side stopped–

Is really a fascist  DEVICE!

Although–there is another blog–

In which my comments don’t log…

This might be a measure

To some comments treasure,

I keep my comments open–not demagogue!

They can do what they like,

I will not return a strike…

Nor delete

Any comments I meet,

Unless that is what they’d like!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

WONDERS WHERE I GREW UP!

Over hill and dale

To Binghamton I’d sail…

Happily

A “Bingo-town” spree,

As daydreams do avail.

Various interesting trains,

On branch line and main…

ALCOs near-gone

Rail soldiers on,

In it’s dancing refrain.

The hospital where Dad “Chaplain-ed”,

A lot of shrinking has happened…

Buildings torn down

Services by the town,

And mini-steam plants enacted.

Our residence still stands,

Used for other demands…

Memories

Of growing-up trees,

I sure understand!

Behind the house sat

The grave of our Bally-cat…

A mulberry tree

Marked his entry

Into where dead pets are at.

Culture I’m sure is there,

Two folk dance groups, if you car…

As far as downtown

I’ve not been around,

But assume its commercial air.

I’ve ignored most of my school mates,

Too bad I couldn’t find a place…

For friends who struggled,

Occasionally snuggled,

To life’s accelerated pace?

In my mind I can see

Multiple routes to conveniently…

Go here to there

Over to that square,

My mind’s eye can still see!

Both parents are buried out there,

Haven’t gone back since Dad was put there…

So many years

In arrears,

Memories are all I can share.

–Jonathan Caswell