Category Archives: a little boy with Mom

DAY-BY-DAY GOD LEADS

After the Child was born,

Joseph was duly warned….

Warned in a dream

Of Herod’s blood scheme,

Traveling far from harm!

Believers today face the same,

Sudden deliverance named…

Listen each day

Finding the way,

Keeping their new faith from harm!

As Joseph, so should we,

Do what’s necessary…

Shielding one’s faith

Moving where it’s safe

Escaping Herod’s fury.

Then when The time is right,

Let Christ within you shine bright…

Obedience true

Is up to you,

If Christ would be your light!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

TOUCHING OUR DREAMS

Illustration from the Friendly Fairy tales blog.

Hiding from life when it screams,

Off to magical scenes…

How we wish

For a mystical stitch,

To shore up all of our seams!

People choose believing

What actually is deceiving…

Taking them far

From who they are,

Another existence conceiving!

Some do this to refresh,

Write stories cherished best…

Some merely hide

Reality denied,

Until their lives again mesh.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

UNDER WHOSE AUTHORITY?

My wife and I don’t share

The same values pictured here…

Both Christians, I know

But I RARELY show

Blog content that she’d judge “unfair”

(In my view).

Tonight I read to her

A poem about what  yesterday occurred…

An anniversary where

I was mostly not there,

I don’t want my blog  “censored”!

It may not be kind, but it’s me,

With a  certain privacy…

My self-limits are formal

In what for me is normal,

Not hers but  MY personality!

–Jonathan Caswell

FORK LIMBO

Not talking of bent underneath,

But forks whose existence ceased…

Unexplainable

Evidence unobtainable,

The hair on this head duly creased!

Unexplained portals in time,

Is this what happened to mine?

Does a quantum mechanic

Have something for panic,

Because of something stealing him blind?

If he washes dishes,

His answer may be less suspicious…

This lazy gourmand

At the bottom of his pond,

May discover forks propitious!

–Jonathan Caswell.

WHY QUESTION IT?

Is development really arrested

When males look upon the breasted…

Most understand

Instinctive command,

And are happy men are interested.

For those who were breast fed,

One’s children one hopes to have bred…

Must have the best

Of feeding by breast,

Is of great importance, it’s said!

I can’t speak for them,

Doctors in Mom’s day were given…

To a formula routine

With everything cleaned,

In my case a skimmed milk regimen. (?)*

For some of us, took a while,

To understand the reason we smiled…

Push come to shove

Anyone was loved,

Regardless of her profile!

–Jonathan Caswell

*Skimmed milk was the beverage provided in my childhood.  Never asked or inquired—just assumed hat I was bottle-fed as an infant   And nobody to ask, if I dared, now!

MULTIPLE INTERPRETATIONS

When a youngster says, “classic”,

Depends on what they think fantastic…

The more educated

Have anticipated

Styles without plastic!

With ruffles and flourishes,

Classical style nourishes…

Feeding other styles

That borrow for smiles,

Which no one discourages.

Each blogger has a vision

Of what needs displaying revision…

Each works their goals

Fanning  coals,

Affecting blog decisions!

–Jonathan Caswell