Category Archives: a nice new philly

EYES OPENED YET WIDER!

His eyes opened to truth,

He saw, alack and forsooth…

Eyes for detail

Left them in travail,

He was being, in fact, uncouth!

He wasn’t “on the hunt”

But ladies took the brunt…

Of comments sexual

Not contextual

But taken by them as an affront.

Compliments aren’t always,

Women are security-based…

Sensitivity

Is necessary

In not appearing sex-crazed!

(And my apologies to all I have offended!)

–Jonathan Caswell

OLDER GUY “GETS IT”

Two younger women walked by,

All-of-a-sudden he averted his eye…

He felt the rush

Of skin softly plush,

But didn’t want to try!

Comes a point in a man’s ways,

He’ll just remember former days…

Give young guys their turn

to struggle with burn,

Few older keep up with a chase.

This older one realizes

He’s had his chance at prizes…

All very special

Honoring with his vessel,*

As each day is as the sun rises!

–J.E.C.

*1st Thessalonians 4: 3-5

THIS HAS TO BE IN FLORIDA!

Bikini-bound on a trestle,

A train of thought to willingly wrestle..

Let no mosquitoes

Take her for burritos,

All that skin makes her very digestible!

–J.E.C.

MAY I JOIN THE FUN?

Images not quite real,

Have still great appeal…

Shapely red head,

are you waving to “Fred”,

Or can I get in on the deal?

–J.E.C.

EXODUS 20: 3-5 A POEM

Have no other gods before Him,

Not even by innocent whim…

It’s suicidal

To worship an idol,

Walking on ice very thin.

So periodically

He must sort his files to see…

What grabs his heart–

With that he must part,

‘Tis better than hypocrisy!

Culling out accumulations

Of any conflagrations,,,

That hold him fast

He will cast,

Out for sanctification.

–Jonathan Caswell

HE BEWAILS AND MOANS

He wishes he hadn’t gone

To see what the computer had on…

His tormentor–

Chief presenter–

Told him, just leave the leeches on!

Images on a screen,

Exposure to the obscene…

Big regret

That he let,

Those pictures into daydreams!

Exposing more to the eye,

Continues the fading high…

Holding his ground

At least is sound,

But the germ in his brain won’t die.

More and more guys struggle,

Seeing will power puddles…

Melt to the core

Without God to shore

Up the man in his muddle.

–J.E.C.

AGITATORS’ HOLY GROUND (AN AUTHOR’S OPINION)

Agitators on their holy ground,

With lots of pawns around…

College kids

With minds on skids,

Easy to push around.

Community organizers

As propaganda advisors…

Marshall troops–

These kids (easy dupes)–

Blind and no wiser!

Welcome to their hell,

For kids organized very well…

Emotion blinds

Rational minds,

Merchandise easy to sell.

–Jonathan Caswell

(An opinion poem)

SPECIAL GIRLFRIENDS!

find yourself girl or guy,

Willing with you to try…

Watching trains

Or cameras trained,

Upon them enjoying the try!

The pictured girl must like train time,

I think that’s a Scranton-based line…

Batavia maybe–

This shapely lady,

Some rail fan must have eyed.

A couple gals allowed photographs,

That went on the relationship epitaphs…

The last one picked

Would stick,

We stayed together not by half!

–Jonathan Caswell

IT’S “COMING TO A HEADER”

To please the intent of the wife,

He opted extending his life…

Less women real

And of sex appeal.

But pictures of trains are rife!

–J.E.C.

THE ROMANTIC

On this side of the Atlantic,

There dwells a certain romantic…

Catching his eye

On those going by,

With careful control of antics.

Of fantasy romance,

Reality has no chance…

He’s spoken for

And lacks spore,

To further any romance!

He  will emotionally attach,

Himself to another “match”…

Intense longing

While to others belonging,

He’d better get some brains under that thatch!

(Don Juan…with a conscience?)

–Jonathan Caswell