Category Archives: a man’s dreams

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHEN THE POET ARRIVES?

When the Poet arrives,

signs in and derives…

Pleasure looking at

Likes and comments that,

Accumulated since last time!

Honestly, he’s after the folks,

Who like his poetic pokes….

At just me

Or humanity,

People who like what he wrote.

Also to gauge interest

In all the rest…

Popular themes

Or not worth beans,

Compared with his own interests!

Knowing then what is the “rage”

He’ll amble onto his stage….

Writing a new

Poem for view,

Not bad, for someone my age?  🙂

–Jonathan Caswell

Only Resident Poet—and bottle washer!

 

 

FROM A CHARACTER WHO BLOGS POETRY…!

Advice from an “old man”

Don’t let the crowd command…

You to produce

A poor excuse,

But pick your ground and stand!

Having “LIKES” for posts is nice,

But some posts cut a deep slice…

Or folks bored

With that kind of sword,

Won’t be caught thinking twice!

Many older posts,

Look like towns with ghosts…

Not a LIKE

Or comment strike,

So much for a poet’s boasts!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

A NOTE ABOUT THIS CRAZY (?) BLOG:

(In poetic form, of course!)

Many folks apparently,

Like this poetry…

But far and away

They come for the array

Of posts re-blogged by me!

I’m sorry–the fault is mine,

For so was I inclined…

Toward building a base

Of readers at a pace,

Shown to work over time.

A vast majority say

The reblogs are why they stay…

Or at least I infer

That from comments heard,

My poetry–well, it’s okay!

There are–how many?–a “few’,

Who look for my limericks too…

Separation doesn’t work–

My ego got jerked–

The experiment was through!

A ratio of four-to-one,

Or higher to which it has come…

Sometimes I regret

My impatience, yet,

It still is a lot of fun!

–Jonathan E. Caswell

Poet and this blog’s Administrator.

 

HOT WEEKEND–SWELTERING HOBBY

His shirt’s soaked with sweat,

Soldering smoke and yet,

He has had fun

Track wiring half done,

The track plan as complete as it will  get!

Still running the air purifier,

Don’t need a humidifier…

Plenty of light–

Three lamps shining bright–

His soldering iron  on fire!

Finalized a couple more spurs

From industry tracks that once were…

Salt shed track

Was modified  back,

To a siding with “green growing fur.”

It’s nearly one electrical block,

If wanted I could cut sections up…

But just one train

For this tired brain,

Spotting cars to load up!

I’m planning the tourist train,

Variety the name of the game…

A simple turn around

The turntable’s sound,

Add a trolley and nothing’s the same.

–Jonathan Caswell

The Poet refers to progress on his N scale switching shelf layout..

 

 

BEAUTIFUL HUMAN CLOTHES MODEL!

Notice in the street,

Comments on clothes you meet…

Bring offense

And a person’s defense,

On remarking their fashion is sweet!

Women do this all the time,

Acceptable with little crying…

But a man

Threatens and can,

Be thought too personally prying!

So glad that Demi Monde

And others don’t mind my response…

Half-way ’round the world

she’s a pretty safe girl,

No way I’d swim that “pond”.

Being nearly sixty years-old,

I suppose I’m being bold…

If I earn their trust

I never will bust,

Out of my harness until I’m too old!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

MODEL A COAL-FIRED PLANT?

Model a coal-fired power plant,

Environmentalist would say I can’t…

But history shows

There plainly were those,

So let those control hungered rant!

There are power plant advances,

Some environmentalists won’t take any chances…

That it might work,

And so they knee-jerk,

Against all but their own romances!

MY model power plant,

Burns alternative fuels at that…

Efficient scrubbers

Clean air for land lubbers,

Recyclable volumes–giant!

An opinion post—meant to be humorous–but some may find it offensive!  😀

–Jonathan Caswell

NAMEPLATE RECOGNITION

One of the cleaners insists,

In broken English–the gist–

Wants my name plate

Showing (that’s great).

He feels I’m honored by this!

So most shifts it’s out,

On the counter to flout…

Security’s role

In useful patrol,

Availed in season and out!

I should perhaps be proud,

It’s the first one I’ve been ever allowed…

Second shift supervisor–

Everyone being wiser–

For I an a one-man crowd!

–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

 

 

A YOU TUBE RUN WITH THE MERDDIN EMRYS (Ffestiniog Ry)

On “Timsvideochannel1”

On the driver’s side filming was done…

Filming seemed a breeze

On the MERDDIN EMRYS,

The camera looked firmly hung!

The last train to Porthmadog,

Which turned out quite a log jog…

Narrow gauge rails

Running through Wales,

Even a chasing white dog!

Walls sprung on one or both sides

Of the narrow strip where the train rides…

Many private crossing paths,

The more frequent  used have

A whistle post warning trains fly!

Sidings both old and well-used,

Giving riders good views…

Of the slate-hauling days

And narrow byways,

That the train softly chuffs through.

–Jonathan Caswell