Category Archives: a mystery

THAT UNAPPROVED MESSAGE TWITCH!

He fell that nervous itch,

An unapproved message twitch…

Anticipation

Of excoriation,

From a condemnation they’ve stitched!

‘Though lately it’s been all joy,

Thanking him for his redeploy…

Of their posting–

Graciously hosting

It again, without being coy!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

TO CHRIST’S DISCIPLES “OUT THERE”:

This Poet has the method to his madness,

To share my Savior’s joy and gladness…

Enlisting Spirit vim

for those who hear Him,

And eyes would open in gladness.

It is to celebrate life,

To announce my love for my wife…

To share God’s gifts

Freely to enlist,

Souls to serve Him  for life!

At least that’s the crux of the matter,

Engaging in meaningful chatter…

I want to show

God’s love on the go,

Is going for ever after!!!!

–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

 

ACCUSTOMED REACTION

My boss stood outside

Until I had arrived…

Put two with two–

Now what did I do–

Readied for some fur flight.

Didn’t dare say a thing

Until he was asking…

Why I seemed puzzled

I wasn’t muzzled,

Say, what in my mind was turning?

Generally he’s out waiting,

For reprimand I’m anticipating…

Thought that he

Had it in for me,

Thus my hesitating!

He thought maybe I was joking–

That’s his new spot for smoking…

Melting relief

No guillotine “brief”

Away with this worry uncloaking!

–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.

 

ONLY PHONEY BALONEY?

Had to see what is true,

When media screw…

News stories

To mirror their creeds,

With an objective to undo?

Yellow and jingo once printed,

Are nothing compared to hate printed….

Open rebellion

Looks Orwellian,

By big financiers it’s rented.

FOX NEWS is giving in

To the liberal din…

Instead of balancing

Progressive thinking,

Surrender is made to their sin.

–A Political Opinion Poem–by Jonathan Caswell

 

THE BEAUTY OF CHANGING LANES!

Like high=speed ballet,

Between lanes sashay…

Car and truck

With clever pluck,

To and through holes in the fray!

How they see what  they see,

Is a real mystery…

Seeing them swoop

Through two lanes to suit,

,Needing outside lane proximity!

Cars  and trucks going fast,

Confidence must last…

Until we obtain

Our exit lane

And then have to slow down fast!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SIMPLE BUT ELEGANT WAYS

Image : hapatime–STALKING STYLE WILL NEVER ENDS

Simple sheer-like pink and black,

Certainly have no lack…

Of modesty

And mystery,

Watching a woman flower!

Delicate pink satin top,

Pencil skirt can traffic stop…

At least guys’

Appreciative eyes,

Care less for how she is cropped.

Ladies see that it’s cool,

Stylish and makes men  school…

Pretty in pink

A  girl likes to think,

Professional-looking cool!

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

KAZOOED A TUNE!

The variously talented

“Kazooed” with trumpet lips,

For nurses walking down the hall

In timing with their hips (?)…

The tune seemed familiar

In a winsome way,

THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS

Said he when they went away!

THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS,

His favorite hooray!

–Jonathan Caswell

A parody poem!