Category Archives: A MEDICAL CONDITION

CHRONIC DEPRESSION VERSUS THE LORD

(From the author’s notebook.  Written 4/14/16)

Depression seen as chronic,

Folks judge moronic…

Why choose

And refuse

To be catatonic?

Some have the crazy idea,

Behavior is willful and clear…

Always a choice

With inner voice,

Pointing the way to steer!

“Just stop that,” is a farce,

Who gave you the right to parse…?

Some things are not

As easily shot,

Without making it worse!

Why don’t you understand

Continuing to reprimand…

This creation fallen

Is appalling,

But the way things currently stand?

The chronic depressed are cast,

Into a bullring vast…

One says, “OLE”

All you need to say

Is begone, and the sickness is past”!

We’re often pushed aside,

Who will the “gutless”  abide…?

But Christ’s embrace

Filled with grace

Can heal all that’s inside!

An Opinion Poem..based in part on the author’s personal experience.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

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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

 

 

 

 

BEING TRUE TO YOURSELF

 

Part of a life inspired

Is admitting you’re tired…

An exhausted mind

Is no good acting  kind,

The engine needs stoking its fire!

–J.E.C.

 

PABLO, P.T.

Pablo a Fairlawn , P.T.,

Directing my therapy…

Evaluated

And thus stated

What is the best for me.

Soft-spoken with twinkling eyes,

Dry humor perfect for guys…

A stern positive

Outlook he gives,

Urging the client to try.

Correcting an attendance hole,

Always stays in control…

Patiently

Suggests simply

Get to sessions–the  goal!

Isn’t affronted by touch,

Shaky clients may need it much…

Steadies and spots–

Appreciated lots–

Avoids becoming their crutch!

Measures output and need,

To conserve resources by speed…

Slowing down

Feel the muscle tone,

Built up by measured deed.

Patient with us of poor hearing,

His lingo soft and endearing…

Willingly repeats

What I didn’t get,

Does his own form of cheering.

Focuses intently

On the client–that’s me–

Willingly helps

At the smallest yelps,

Does his job graciously.

–Jonathan Caswell,

Poet and P.T. client.

 

DOUGLAS AXE COMPANY

Apartment housing now,

For Douglas Axe, stones made them proud…

Grinding blades

To great accolades,

Their blades won awards all around.

But the folks near grinding wheels,

Paid their own price for the deal…

Metal/stone breathed in

Brought grief to them,

“Grinders’ consumption was real!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

DO I WISH THESE WERE BEERS?

Snapped open a can of MOXIE,

A passer-by asked, was it proxy…

For a cold beer–

Told her the year,

I stopped such orthodoxy!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

LIKE A COMMUTE ON INDIA’S RAILWAYS???

More hair-raising every year,

At least to this older guy…

Twenty-five miles

Of various trials,

He prays every trip and here’s why.

Summertime  heavy traffic,

Northbound is never static…

Construction zones–

Several tight ones–

Vehicle flow is erratic!

Each section needs different skills,

Mostly a matter of wills…

Drive forward hard

Give not a yard,

Take it high speed over hills!

He stays in the slow lane,

High speed isn’t his thing…

Gradual loss

For him is his cross,

But happy he is still driving!

–Jonathan Caswell