Spaghetti hits the fan,
Whatever goes wrong–can…
Letting things slide
Like suicide,
Leaves very little planned.
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Brought it all on his head,
The wife’s got her own head…
Why try
Tired of the strive,
He wants to go back to bed.
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Blames himself he’s isolated,
No confidant located…
But those for hire–
Credit’s expired–
In fewer discussions he’s participated!
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Why anyone would stay,
He wants to hide away…
Have to muddle through–
Make an attempt to–
Would anyone pray?
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–Jonathan Caswell
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!
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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.
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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.
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Then he and his wife
Both saw ill health in life….
Comparison
With others is sin,
And churned up internal strife!
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The preacher/teacher and he,
(Too much alike?) weren’t happy…
It shifted into
“An authority over you”
Which wasn’t as healthy!
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Various dissatisfactions
Led to complaints and feigned actions….
Poor communication
Led to frustration,
In mutual distraction.
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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.
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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.
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He’s given his life for her,
Literally as it were…
Goes it alone
Reaching out he’s done,
Elsewhere–little left at “home”.
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Options to go elsewhere?
Feels bound by his wife–so there!
Decision paralyzed–
Easier to survive
By himself, ‘though few benefits to share!
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A “hypothetical poem”–which means it is just a poem….!
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–Jonathan Caswell
I don’t think he meant to,
Shove his blood sugar down through…
The danger zone
Way, way down,
Down where life might be through!
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Discovered his mistake then,
Tried packing food in…
Chicken, roast beef,
Glucose tabs for relief,
And test all over again!
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How much—oid he take (?)—
Too much for his sake…
“DR 500”
And he wondered,
If he sleeps, will he ever awake?
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His insulin pen had jammed part way,
Drawing out with a syringe to save…
Medicine
Still within,
Not usually an idiot this way…!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Worked a Saturday shift,
Got mixed up in time just a bit…
Woke up confused–
Had I over snoozed,
Had I missed a doctor’s appointment?
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Went out to our living room,
TV preachers, near noon…?
Missed church–
Left them in the lurch,
They’ll have to lead their own hymn tunes!
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SUNDAY–we praise our LORD–
At church or home He’s adored…
But we confused
Miss out on Good News,
Assembling to hear God’s word!
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–Jonathan Caswell
Featured illustration is a picture of a church similar to one the author attends.
In form of a poem—of course!
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The page, “Bloggers to Avoid.”
A subject with which I’ve toyed…
They aren’t really bad–
Just blogs that had-
Asked me their posts to void!
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I have, without asking their reason,
Complied with proper completion…
Removed their posts
As a proper host,
Using the device of deletion.
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Even if you like my page,
Go see the good things they have…
Really fine
Worth your time,
It’s just me they didn’t want engaged!
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–Jonathan Caswell
It sounds controversial
For a Christian to appeal…
To believers of all other gods
To lend their aid and deal…
With the human suffering
Of two major hurricanes
Families of many faiths
Enduring loss and pain!
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Even if you have no god,
Please think good thoughts to heal…
It’ll be a long time till many folks
Return to an even keel;
This is what my Dad might have done
In his liberal theology…
Reaching out to all concerned
With no apology!
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I’ m thinking of a special friend,
A blogger fresh and true…
Known as Holly Hunter
And other Floridians, too;
Her “House of Heart” is quiet till
She survives the storm….
I repeat my concern
For her a colleagues’ love is warm!
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To our knees, lotus positions, or however you access the divine—for the sake all storm victims!
Ostensively to interview,
A teacher’s position or two…
On the way back
Stopped by track,
Of the SPRINGFIELD TERMINAL to view!
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Should have known by default,
To “snap” the unloading salt…
Trestle in place
I kind of lost face,
The error was sole my fault!
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A couple of car movers only
In the engine house, looking lonely…
A man let me in
Seeing my grin,
They hauled in salt cars only.
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–Jonathan Caswell
Had to see what is true,
When media screw…
News stories
To mirror their creeds,
With an objective to undo?
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Yellow and jingo once printed,
Are nothing compared to hate printed….
Open rebellion
Looks Orwellian,
By big financiers it’s rented.
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FOX NEWS is giving in
To the liberal din…
Instead of balancing
Progressive thinking,
Surrender is made to their sin.
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–A Political Opinion Poem–by Jonathan Caswell
The Edgmoor and Manetta Railroad,
Has quite a story told…
Last in Steam–
A seventies dream–
A trestle break caused it to fold!
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Old number five,
Was lovingly kept alive…
Shoving one way
In tiny display,
The rail fan press thrived!
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Blankets from the Lando Mill,
South Carolina, drilled…
Two boxcars
Maximum as far
As getting up the hill!
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Coal and chemicals came,
In to manufacture the same…
Lasted for years–
The mill still clears
Blankets by truck–what a shame!
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–Jonathan Caswell
An ancient postcard emerges,
Prompting history’s dirges…
But look there
At cleaner air,
Except when engine smoke surges!
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Today it’s an abandoned line,
The neighborhood isn’t so fine…
On a back street
Likely meet,
Some various crime.
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A group wanted to run
This branch for profit and fun…
The winning project–
Walking trails I suspect–
In fact they may be nearly done.
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–Jonathan Caswell
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